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Saturday, 22 August 2015 10:45 am
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
Master Fic List

Doctor Who

Single Chapter Stories

Third Doctor
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Fourth Doctor
Cooking with Gallifreyans  (LJ)

Ninth Doctor
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Tenth Doctor
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Eleventh Doctor
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Twelfth Doctor

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Sarah Jane Adventures
A Light in the Dark  (LJ)
Carbon, Earth and Stardust  (LJ)

Torchwood
Triptych  (LJ)
Going Out With the Tide  (LJ)

Multi-Chapter Stories 
Walk Out With Me to the Unknown Region

Sapphire and Steel

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Marvel Cinematic Universe

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The Goblin Emperor

Overhead From the Shadows (on LJ)
The Giving and Receiving of Warmth (on LJ)

Vorkosiverse

How to Gather Rosebuds (LJ)
Timing, As Always, Is Everything (LJ)

External Links: Ao3; Teaspoon

Meta
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[sticky entry] Sticky: Dept. of Organization

Saturday, 29 August 2015 04:57 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
Multi- Chapter Stories

Most links to my multi-chapter stories will be to their Dreamwidth posts; links to stories prior to 2012 may go both to LJ and DW. Each multi-chapter Whoniverse story is also available at my Teaspoon and AO3 accounts. 


Doctor Who
Walk Out With Me to the Unknown Region
Hearts and Moons Recall the Truth
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Over Easy 
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Sea Bound Hearts
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Redeeming the Tree
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kaffyr: The TARDIS at Giverny (TARDIS at Giverny)
This Is My Son, In Whom I Am Well Pleased

Do take a look. He's a handsome one, he is. )

My son turned 33 on Friday. I told him I loved him, and I told him not to get crucified, because that's the kind of disrespectful lapsed Christian-type joke that he appreciates (and hence the title.) We both snickered. We're both probably going to hell. 

He is wonderful. He is talented, creative, gentle, empathetic, kind, handsome. He sings, he writes radio plays. He writes songs for pantos. He is hard working, loving, and fannish. Oh, so very fannish. 

(And yes, he's enraged and frustrated me over the years. What child hasn't done that to his or her mother?)

He is, quite simply, Andy. I love him, and I am so very lucky he is my son. 

Dept.of I Forgot

Saturday, 21 October 2017 09:07 pm
kaffyr: Snark about fanfic (Adulthood? It's fanfic)
To Owls

You, 
[personal profile] owlboy , are amazing. You are a polymath, a wild person, a writer, an artist, and someone who would be mad, bad, and dangerous to know, if you weren't not bad, and a delight to know. I'm glad I met you here on the Intarwebz, and here's to a very, very good year for you. And I hope your birthday was fantastic.  
kaffyr: (See the Sky)
Late In The Day Birthday Wishes

I am so very lucky to know all of you out there in journal land, and two of the people I am particularly happy to have met celebrated birthdays today. What with cat purgatory, that almost slipped by me. 

[personal profile] a_phoenixdragon  is an adventurer in life, taking on journeys, challenges, setbacks and battles that many people would find impossible to undertake or survive. She is also one of those remarkable humans who can find beauty and good in the tiny corners where many of us would forget to look for them. She is creative, funny, a lover of knowledge, a woman who fights for the people she loves, and somehow finds time to create; she has never let her muse too far out of her sight, even if there are times she thinks the creature has escaped. I am so lucky to have met her in RL, and can report that she is one of the sweetest people I've ever met. And she talks more than I do - which is so cool! My dear, I hope your loved ones showed you how much they love you, and gave you a very good birthday. And may the coming year be better than you could dream of!

[personal profile] editrx  is another adventurer who has dealt with challenge, setback, and the fuckwittery of the world with more bravery and determination than I could ever imagine. In the midst of all that, she's generous with her time. She's funny, fannish, extremely good at what she does, and if I were the kind of fairy godmother I wish I could be, I would wave a wand and make sure that this happy birthday wish was accompanied by more than friendship and respect. May the coming year be thrice as good as you want it to be!

But wait, there's more!

The remarkable 
[personal profile] elisi , who celebrates on Oct. 22, is someone for whom I have so much respect that it's impossible to truly describe it. She writes fiction and non-fiction, meta and life observations, while raising a family of remarkable young women, and staying in touch with the world with intelligence and grace. Thank you for being you, and thank you for broadening my world in so very many ways, all through your love of a madman with a box, one that's bigger on the inside. If I am ever on your side of the Atlantic, it would be my honor to take you out for a drink of whatever might be your pleasure. Until then? Continue being awesome, and have a fantastic birthday. 


kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
The Good News Is...

Phil's home, and with both external ears. I am amazed at the lack of communication that can occur over the phone; I specifically heard the other doctor say the external ear had been removed, and I specifically asked about that - and was told yes, the ear was taken. Apparently "external ear" means different things to cat owners and vets. No matter: that's good. 

What's making this an awful, bad, no good day for everyone is the medication regimen. We're supposed to give him an antibiotic once every twelve hours, and two painkillers: gabapentin, again, once every 12 hours, and hydromorphone, once every 6-8 hours. 

Since we got him home yesterday afternoon, we've gotten one gabapentin dose in him, and one antibiotic dose, and, we think, one hydromorphone dose. He is horrible about opening his mouth, and literally twists himself upside down to avoid doing so. We're supposed to keep up this regimen every day for five days (the hydromorphone) and 10 days (the antibiotic). This may or may not happen. He's gotten so stressed; at one point, losing control of his bowels. Poor little guy. Jesus ....

Also? He has to wear the cone of shame for 10 days, except when we take it off him to let him eat, drink, and - ha - take his medicine. The poor guy is running into walls and everything else, we've had to take the top off the catbox because he can't get in with it on, and he definitely can't get up or down to places he normally wants to go. 

He slept on me for much of last night, after I lifted him to the bed. I didn't get much sleep, nor did BB. I called in sick today, although I'll try to get at least a couple of things done; if the hydromorphone we think we got into him 15 minutes ago takes hold and he sleeps again, I'm going to catch a few wink. 

It's like having a baby again. Except one with claws, some teeth, a lot of stress, and stitches. 

Gah.
kaffyr: Still from Arakawa Under the Bridge (Arakawa afternoon)
Happy, Happy!

Happy Birthday to 
[personal profile] carbonel , who celebrated on Oct. 11. She is a thoughtful and creative person who is always a pleasure to communicate with, even though I do so rarely. I've received helpful advice from her on many occasions, when she didn't need to take the effort, something I've always appreciated. She's a fan, someone who can create in words and in textiles (the latter fills me with a certain amount of awe), someone who understands the joys of fic reading and writing, and who is someone I'm glad I know. I hope you had an excellent birthday, and will have an excellent year!

And Happy Birthday today to 
[personal profile] brithistorian  - I hope your day has been properly celebrated by loved ones and friends. You are someone whose posts I always enjoy reading, even if I say altogether too little in response to them. I hope the coming year is filled with academic success, family connections, work accomplishments, and fannish enjoyments. Go, you!
kaffyr: (Porco Rosso friends)
Natal Celebrations Past and Almost Present

I haven't sent off birthday wishes to a number of people who definitely deserve them, so I'll start Monday off by doing that.

Back on Oct. 4, [livejournal.com profile] rmjwell had a birthday. He is a proud supporter and photographic archivist of some of the best amateur burlesque in the west (and probably the east as well.) He's a fan, a dad of twins, with all the patience that implies, and he is both funny and wise when he observes the world and comments on it. He doesn't show up in Journal land much these days, so I'll probably wish him belated birthday wishes elsewhere as well, but doing so here gives me the ability to introduce you to a truly delightful man.

On Oct. 6, the lovely [livejournal.com profile] heatherbelles celebrated, and I hope it was a marvelous celebration. She is an historical curator - one of the first I'd ever met - and a Whovian, who I first met on TWoP, of blessed memory. She was one of the people who first made me feel welcome in the aether. She is cheerful, funny, kind, and very much a delight to know, even if it's at a pixellated remove. My dear, I hope you had a fanTAStic birthday, and that the year to come is equally good for you!

Another Oct. 6 celebrant is 
[personal profile] supergee , who is another wise person I met on These Here Intarwebz, and how lucky I am to have the chance to meet such people. He is a calm and steadfast proponent of both the mind and the heart, and can speak on behalf of both in pithily accurate commentary. We don't always agree (I think good music's been made right up until yesterday, and will probably be made today and tomorrow as well, for instance), but this world would be a much less interesting place without him in it. Many happy returns of the day, a few days late.
kaffyr: (Love is for children)
Because Of Course Nothing Goes As Expected

So, almost as soon as I'd posted my last more or less positive comments about Phil, we got a call from the surgeon. She got the biopsy results from the growth a bit faster than I'd expected.

It's a tumor. 

Of course, the surgeon (who really is quite a nice person, don't get me wrong) emphasized that the tumor might not be anything but benign. 

However, she said, she advised that we undertake the operation to remove Phil's left ear canal, to prevent any possibility of non-benign tumer growth. 

And of course we're going to, although we told her we wanted to talk about it over the weekend. 

We'll do it. A lot of my retirement money is going to go into taking care of Phil. And I'm a selfish enough old broad that I'm begrudging those dollars. 

But it's Phil; it's our little kitty, and it's only a month or so since we lost one of our other beloved kitties. 

Poor Phil; he's not in for a good time. 

But I'm hoping that this will help him live beyond his current 8 or 9 years. Had he already been 14? Perhaps the decision would have been different. 

But he's not 14, he's only 8 or 9. So we'll fork out the retirement funds, and pay for something that will, I hope, make him ultimately feel better. 

Fuck. 

On a scale of 1 to Las Vegas, this is, of course, not a big thing. 

But, fuck. What a fucking way to end the week. 

Dept. of Friday

Friday, 6 October 2017 07:52 pm
kaffyr: (Maia airships court)
Very Quick Precis of The Week 

Phil )

Book )

Work )
The world is too much with us, plus exhaustion )

Dept. of Music

Sunday, 1 October 2017 09:12 pm
kaffyr: (Mel's on Fire)
She's The One

I was reminded this afternoon of what an amazing writer and performer Bruce Springsteen is. 

This may be my favorite song off "Born to Run" for reasons that include the Bo-Diddley beat, the forward rush, the glorious chiming in the first bars, the cheeky change-ups in the four-chord repetition at the end (how much fun can you have? Ask the man who plugged triplets into the chord pattern), and the grand and mountainous romanticism of the words. I love the version on "Born to Run," but I just ran into this version on YouTube and it is fantastic. Despite the poor video quality, you can see what an incredible live performance the band puts on. (For another thing, she said shallowly, both Bruce and Little Stephen were, at this point, incredibly attractive. To me, at least.)

So, yeah. Here, have this. 


kaffyr: (Hurrah!)
You Are Reading a Post from the Ex-Condo Association President

w00t!!!1!

There are some things that have to be done - getting my name off the bank account, and getting six years of records over to the new president - but that will all be done sometime in the next week or so. 

I am so very pleased!

Dept. of Friday

Friday, 29 September 2017 06:53 pm
kaffyr: (News!)
 A Birthday Wish

Happy birthday yesterday to 
[personal profile] strannik01  who is, like me, a Chicago community journalist. He works much harder than me, combing the city's neighborhoods for stories, and does an excellent job doing so. He knows the neighborhoods he patrols, and he understands community journalism, which makes it a joy to talk to him about the business. Since he knows my situation, we can also talk about that, and you have no idea how much that helps on bad days. 

He's also a fan - how lucky am I to know someone who shares my twin obsession? 

He has a sense of humor - in two languages, no less! And he is a gentle, generous, and loving soul. I hope his birthday went well, and that the rest of this year is twice as good as he hopes, and only a quarter as bad as he fears. 




Dept. of Wednesday

Wednesday, 27 September 2017 11:25 pm
kaffyr: (Expressive Three)
 Mittwoch!

I've made it through hump day! And I'm going to bed, after I brush my teeth!

Thank you for your attention to this matter!

(Sorry about the multiplicity of exclamation marks? Probably not.)
kaffyr: (NaruOMG)
Well, This is Not What I Had Planned at All

I have now concluded to my unhappy satisfaction, that I am, for the foreseeable future, Off Cinnamon. 

Given the huge place cinnamon has played in our menus, this involves a sea change in the way I approach non-savory recipes. It also requires that I give away at least one of the huge containers of cinnamon that I have. 

The apple harvest cake will be divided, with one half for BB, and the other to be given to FB and Miss Em. Same for the cookies. Both have been pronounced excellent by BB, but both have provoked cinnamon reflux, for lack of a better term, in Your Humble And Culinarily Careless Servant. 

And it's my own fault, for misreading the recipe in the first place. (Or not washing off the apples and starting fresh, instead of trying to make do.)

Damn. 
kaffyr: Princess Jellyfish goes to work (Reporting for duty)
Saturday In The Kitchen

The kitchen is a sugary-cinnamony mess*. Particularly the cinnamon, since, while making my mother's Apple Harvest Cake - which calls for 1T of cinnamon on a bunch of cut-up apples - I misread the recipe and put 3 tablespoons in. 

The cake turned out OK, largely because I separated the apples from the cinnamon sugar mix, and BB assures me the result is really good. But now I have a lot of cinnamon-sugar mix (I added what seemed like a metric shit-ton of sugar to the mix in an effort to balance it out correctly) that I need to make cookies with. I believe it will involve rolled oats, orange extract and chocolate chips. Hush, it will be wonderful. 

Meanwhile, there was so much cinnamon in the air, and in some that I unwisely put in my coffee, along with sugar and milk, that I'm burping up uncooked cinnamon. It has an unpleasantly chemical aftertaste. That doesn't appear to have affected the cake; presumably the cooking process allowed it to become less chemical. But burping the stuff is not pleasant. My stomach agrees, so I had some cold, slightly salted rice, because I'm apparently incapable of leaving my stomach well enough alone. 

(I realize that in reading this, you may recoil from my cooking skills , adjudging them - possibly correctly - as non-existent. You may decide that you will, if presented with an invitation to dine Chez 
[personal profile] kaffyr , politely decline. And you may vow never again to read anything I post about cooking. I am taking that risk, because in this TMI age, you deserve to note my weird-ass culinary stumbles, as well as my equally weird-ass culinary triumphs.)

Once I've stopped burping cinnamon, I'll venture back into the kitchen to attempt the oatmeal cookie-things. Wish me luck.

*Update - I've cleaned the kitchen. It's much more civilized now. 
kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
Phil's Very Bad, No Good Day

Poor Phil. Our little black kitty, who we've been treating for the past couple of weeks for ear infections - and taking to the very nice vet twice in those past couple of weeks - has been, finally, diagnosed with an ear polyp. It's bleeding when it gets jostled, which is why one ear has been smelling nasty; old blood. Eurgh. It doesn't seem to hurt him too much, and it's not awfully itchy, as ear mites would be ...

... but he needs surgery. And the surgeon our vet recommended is 30 miles outside the city limits (in Buffalo Grove, oddly, where I spent 19 unpleasant months covering the community. In fact, when our vet handed BB the booklet, I thought "I'll bet this is somewhere way the fuck out, please let me be wrong," and of course I wasn't. Fucking Buffalo Grove.)  Since Phil goes unhappily nuts for the 10 minutes it takes us to drive to the regular vet, this promises to be extraordinarily stressful for him, and for us. Especially since he'll have to go out for a consult, and then back out for the actual surgery. 

It's going to cost, too, but to not do it would be wrong. There is also the possibility, we're told, that the polyp may have grown through the eardrum; and that may mean they can't remove the entire thing, and that it may grow back. Aaack. 

Poor guy, he's really so forgiving of us. He's already climbing back into my lap, and wanting to be petted. I love him, and I hate stressing him out.

In happier human news, I feel much better. And it's the weekend. So there's that. 
kaffyr: (Deficiency weekly)
You Know ...

Sitting in front of a screen, fighting codeine-generated nausea and an increasingly bleak mood, listening to Steely Dan warble about crossing one's old man back in Oregon, pleading with an unseen authority figure, "don't take me alive" ...

... is not necessarily a shining example of emotional hygiene. 

Perhaps it's time to go to bed. 

Yes, I know it's only 7:50 p.m. 

WHAT??!?!

Dept. of Pain

Sunday, 17 September 2017 07:40 pm
kaffyr: (Clara didn't ask for this)
Okay, This Is New. And Awful

Pain. Pain. Pain.  )
kaffyr: The OT3 together, before PotW (Jack and Nine and Rose)
Title: Hearts & Moons Recall the Truth
Author: [personal profile] kaffyr  
Chapter: 28
Previous Chapter: Chap. 27, here, on LJ, or Teaspoon
Characters: the Ninth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Captain Jack Harkness
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In which even villains think they're patriots, and we edge closer to a conclusion.
Edited by: the remarkable [personal profile] editrx , who helped me excise unnecessary verbiage and streamline the narrative - thanks! And by my beloved [livejournal.com profile] dr_whuh, without whom none of this would be possible. 
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it were otherwise, no Whoniverse characters are mine. They are the sole property of the BBC and their respective creators. I take no coin or credit, but do thank the BBC for letting me play in their sandbox. 

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kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
I Am Typing This Headline ...

... on my own, my very own, my beloved and darling, laptop PC. 
kaffyr: Two elegant dancers (Dance)
It Won't Let Go

I find myself still drenched in Steely Dan, with many of the band's songs in my head when I wake up. This one especially; it's the one that makes me want to dance, and the one whose words least remind me of Becker's and Fagen's intermittently irritating schoolboy cynicism. 


kaffyr: (Happy Kyouso Giga daughter)
A Productive Saturday

After feeling uncomfortably down by the end of Friday night, and after worrying about having to clean up the storage basement so early Saturday morning, I found that it worked out quite nicely. I rolled out of bed, staggered to the grocery to buy some bagels, orange and grapefruit juice for whatever laboring condo owners were going to turn up to help clean, and discovered a nice little group of them ready to go. That was a relief, since one of my worries had been that no one would show up (I was supposed to put out a pre-cleanup notice by email and forgot; that, too, made me feel down.) I did discover that yesterday was one of the days where I couldn't drink grapefruit juice, which was a shame, since I love the stuff, but by the end of the cleanup, I felt a lot better than I had going to bed Friday night. 

My mood temporarily tanked when I came into the house and found that I'd forgotten to put the lid down on my work laptop; Phillip immediately got on it, and managed to turn on a function that I couldn't turn off, and which made working on the laptop progressively more difficult. I reached the point of screaming at the computer, because doing that prevented me from actually slamming the thing into the floor. I'm not kidding. When I get furious, physical action is something that often happens, and is often the stupidest thing I could do (i.e. tossing everything out of a dresser drawer when I can't find something I want, or physically hitting a piece of machinery that's acting up. It's a serious and dangerously immature habit of which I've never quite broken myself.) Hence the screaming, which damaged nothing except, possibly, my husband's sense of calm. 

All hail, therefore, to 
[personal profile] owlboy , for answering my plaintive cry for help; he correctly ID'd my problem, and led to the brightening of my world. (And since my own laptop is still in the shop, this is even more important.) I told him he deserved a sonnet, but I didn't have the mental wherewithal to write him one. I may yet do it, although I'm not sure whether that's a threat or a promise ....
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
Help!

Calling all ships at sea, particularly those who know their way around a Mac. 

I foolishly left the cover of my Mac open while I did some chores; BB came back to find Phil sitting on the keyboard (because cat). He shoo'ed him off, but the damage had been done; I now have a visual panel, or pane, up that I can't get rid of because I don't know what it's called, and I don't know which keys were depressed in what manner by the ^&%$@ cat to make this function start. 

It appears to be a panel that tells me exactly what my cursor is doing and where it is. Unless I turn the sound off, I also get a mechanical voice saying the same thing that appears in the panel. And whatever I put my cursor on gets etched in black (that's in addition to the descriptive panel.)

It therefore appears to be something that would describe what the cursor is doing, while making that description easy to understand for either a visually or aurally impaired computer user. So you'd think there'd be something in the files under "accessibility" or "accessibility aids," but there isn't, or at least not that I can find out. 

I've checked my Mac help files under "description pane" and "description panel," under "text pane (and panel)"; under "cursor," "cursor description pane" and a lot of other descriptors I can think of. Nothing leads me to any help subject that I can understand. 

I made a screen capture of it, and will show it here, if I can actually get photo bucket or the Google image process to work. If anyone can help guide me to whatever I need to do to get rid of this thing, I'd be grateful. 

Welp: I can't get the fucking image uploaded anywhere in order to embed it in this post, so I can't show you the thing that I'm looking at on the screen, which means that you really don't have anything with which to identify the stupid pane I'm dealing with. But it's making use of this computer - the only one I have to deal with, and my work computer, if you'll remember - almost impossible. It won't let me scroll properly, so it's incredibly hard to edit anything. Perhaps this information can help, though: As I'm typing this, the pane is actually showing each individual key I'm typing, including typing out the word "space" when I hit the space bar.

kaffyr: Animated rain falls on the bathhouse from Spirited Away (Bath house in the rain)
Friday

BB and I went to see "Spiderman: Homecoming" tonight. If you can get to see it, do so. It's the best superhero movie I've seen since, well, "The Avengers," and I loved all the other MCU movies, so that's saying a lot. It's funny — I haven't laughed out loud in a theater for quite some time — and smart, and has a villain who's both villainous and perfectly understandable, with a work ethic and a sense of responsibility to his staff and family. I found myself cheering him on in a couple of instances, a little to my surprise. Michael Keaton does villainy right. Tom Holland as a 15-year-old Peter Parker is so good that I can forget that he looks more like a 17-year-old kid. Sure, that's only two years' difference, but it's a difference. And that may be the only thing I can find to nitpick about. 

I'm glad I went to the movie, but I'm still fighting the Black Dog. In my case, it's probably more of a Black Puppy, but he (or she, who can tell with these little demonettes?) keeps dashing out of the shadows and nipping at my emotional ankles. Fucking puppy.  

So perhaps it's time to go to bed. I have another working weekend; helping clean out the condo storage basement, something I completely forgot until this morning, and then one of two separate union meetings, neither of which I want to go to, on Sunday morning. 

Fucking puppy. 

Oh, I said that already. 

Down, boy. 





kaffyr: (Liz questions that.)
In the Past Week ...

Saving bandwidth )
And tomorrow, I get back to work. At least it's only a four day week.  
kaffyr: (See the Sky)
I Just Finished the Second Season of Sense8 ... 

... and I am already counting down to the wrap-up movie that Netflix has promised. The show really deserved a third season, but that cabbage has already been chewed too many times On the Internet, so I won't take it on. 

But my guess is that they'll need significantly more than 2 hours to wrap the stories up properly. 

I'll say it was very satisfying to see 
Spoilery things )

At least this finale is scheduled to show in 2018, so I won't have to wait until 2019, as I might have to do with Game of Thrones. 


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