kaffyr: (Sen Waits)
I Hope I Can Handle Monday

I'd like to think that this weekend has provided the spiritual nutrients necessary to fortify me for the coming week. After all, I've been relatively productive, which is one of the metrics by which I measure my worth (thank you, Nana!)  I got my nails redone yesterday, and made a decent beef and vegetable stir-fry yesterday. Today, I got out the big slow-cooker and made a beef stew, complete with parsnips, apples, celery, onion, potatoes, wine, beef broth, diced tomatoes ... we'll see if the various flavors blend or fight with each other. (ETA: they blended quite nicely.) 

In the past few days, I managed to write and post a drabble, I've managed to converse with people online, and I've read some lengthy essays on things non-Kavanaugh related (and some that were). all of which I think provides excellent mental exercise for me. 

Question for some of you: am I a minority in thinking that this essay not only smacks of "hey, you kids, get off my lawn," and of an obdurate refusal  to acknowledge language's evolution, but that it's poorly written? As far as I can tell, it doesn't even properly make or advance its supposed core argument and theme: "We are allowing a perversion of meaning to creep into our language, where words are used for control, rather than persuasion."

Just me?

I remembered today that I hadn't posted any pictures of our Seattle trip, which I'd said I would do. Here's one that Andy took of Bob and I at the Chihuly gallery and museum. 


Under the cut )

Dept. of Sunday

Sunday, 16 September 2018 09:00 pm
kaffyr: A happy smiling superintelligent Corgi (Ein is happy)
Writing, Chihuly, Temporary Ailments

In reverse order:

1) I finally got something written, a drabble for 
[community profile] dw100 . Drabbles are my most difficult challenges, because I write long, not short. 
2) The four of us went to the Chihuly Garden and Glass museum, right below the Space Needle. It was wonderful - shapes and colors and textures that were amazing, and a garden where Chihuly's glass art interacted organically with, well, the organic garden around it. I didn't take many pictures, and I was ultimately glad; the place was full of people who seemed to want to do nothing more than take selfies, or have people take pictures of them, in front of the art - but very few of those people seemed interested in actually looking at and experiencing the art. When Andy convinced me that he could send me pictures from one of his earlier trips to the museum, it was very freeing. 
3) I appear to have successfully fought off some sort of stomach and gut-based bug that bid fair to make the day miserable for me. Hurrah for medications that kept that at bay!
4) We went to the Ballard Locks tonight, to watch the sunset, see salmon swimming up a ladder around the locks, and see boats sailing out to Puget Sound. And then we found a very nice Tex-Mex place to have a late supper and talk about music (Harry Nilsson, John Lennon, and such, because we're old farts.) Totally enjoyable.

And tomorrow is my 63rd birthday. 



kaffyr: Dream Lord quote (Poke a stick at the Unknown)
Wow. Such Inactivity. Much Inarticulate. Wow.

I've been completely AWOL over the past couple of weeks, at least in terms of posting. Getting back to work, dealing with My Boss, The Douche, has taken too much brain power for me to be able to say anything intelligent. 

I've been at creative loose ends since completing "Hearts and Moons." I'm working on the last of my fandom_stocking IOUs, but I find myself thinking, "Oh, I've got to work on -" and then come to a complete stop. Oh. It's done. It's finished. What do i do now? I'm beginning to think that I need to have a novel-length piece to work on constantly, or I'm not happy with my writing.  That's a little weird. More than a little, especially since I don't have much of an idea about what I could make into a full length story. I feel like I want to do something with Twelve, but I don't know what. Or possibly Clara and Me. Again, I don't know what I could do. 

In far more superficial and silly news. I've decided that I like having artificial nails. I got french tip acrylics (Wow! She knows the lingo!) for the wedding, and I loved them, although it's been difficult to type with the length I chose. So Friday, I went to a local nail salon that had been recommended to me; I had the nails "filled" - having the hard acrylic gel ground down and reapplied to cover the section of nail that was freshly grown out - and I had the tips ground down. They aren't quite as elegant now, but it's much more easy to type. And they still look great. The only downside is that the nail technician actually uses a Dremel tool to grind down sections of the extremely hard acrylic finish. And no matter how careful the technician is. the tool also occasionally grinds portions of the actual finger. Yes, it's painful. 

I've spent most of my life biting my nails to the quick. On those occasions where I've let them grow, they've been thin and so sharp that I've actually cut myself with my own nails. And they've split and been pretty ugly. So getting fake nails that look lovely and are hard as, well, nails, without being uncomfortably sharp? It's wonderful. 

(I did think, while the nails were really long. of how much of a class thing having long nails is. It's basically saying to the world, "I don't need to work with my hands, so I can have really unworkabley long nails."


kaffyr: (See the Sky)
I Am, She Said ...

... more than 200 words into the final chapter of Hearts and Moons. 

And I am not afraid to type those words. 
kaffyr: Bill Potts, looking lovely (Lovely Bill)
All Told, Pretty Acceptable

Because he's home, he's home!

So, yeah, as the title says ...

health stuff no one has to read )
Still, flu or not, I had things I had to do today. I tidied the kitchen, went out and Costco'd for dry cat food and a couple of other necessaries, plus some cranberry orange things that were half cookie and half cake, and very delightful with a hot cup of tea. Last night, before I collapsed, I folded the last of the clean laundry, and now I only have the dirty laundry to deal with. One has no idea how much having an in-unit washer and dryer means until one spends much of the day in bed; then tearing the sheets off and cleaning them is both a luxury and necessary for one's mental health. 

I've been keeping an eye on the political landscape, and hoping that the chickens Mueller is feeding become large enough to squash 45 when they come home to roost. Further deponent saith naught because it's fluffy bunny time. Which I declare any time the world starts getting too negatively overwhelming, and I'm talking about or considering that state too much. It's gotten said many times over the last few months. Fluffy bunnies, fluffy bunnies, fluffy bunnies. 

I'm into Chapter 30, and it's coming along. It's over 500 words! 

I'll stand here and let those of you who can easily push thousands of really good words into good stories within a day snicker. Look, I'm in awe of y'all. I can't write fast, not to save my life. Possibly to save someone else's life ... but I digress. 

I have other things to do: I have some meta to read, a friendly Texan to call on the morrow (you know who you are, and you don't know how much your call, as truncated as it had to be on deadline day, lifted my spirits), more writing to do, a little Canadian gloating about our Olympic medal count, along with mourning that our curling and hockey teams lost their various series. Canadians and complacency mix badly. Then I have people's posts to read, and intelligent comments to make on those posts. Yes, a busy day tomorrow.

*For various powers of "only," of course. 

 
kaffyr: (don't fuck w/May)
Because I Can No Longer Find the Words

Not any more. So here are two people who say it better than I can. 

Under here )
kaffyr: Sapphire and Steel together (Sapphire and Steel)
I Still Exist In Pixels, And Elsewhere

It's been rather a long time. So what have I done lately?

Hearts and Moons stuff )
Union )
Rediscovery No. 1 )
Rediscovery No. 2 )
S&S. And Dr. Who, of course )

Dept. of Spring

Saturday, 29 April 2017 04:38 pm
kaffyr: Animation of a Ghibli film scene, water rolling into shore. (Anoesis)
It's Still National Poetry Month

McCormick Boulevard )
kaffyr: The OT3 together, before PotW (Jack and Nine and Rose)
Title: Remedial Risibility
Author: 
[personal profile] kaffyr 
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness, The Ninth Doctor
Words: 3,382
Summary:  Why do I always get these rubbish mental pictures at the worst possible times? Rose Tyler learns the crucial art of defensive silliness.
Author's note: After a month or so spent lamenting my inability to write stories for the one fic event in which I take part, 
[community profile] fandom_stocking , this story happened. Alas, fandom_stocking 2016 is now in the rear-view mirror, but the story is done. If you, like me, would love to have Rose Tyler and Jack Harkness action figures, because you know that the Doctor needs his own personal SWAT team from time to time, you might enjoy this. These are my OT3, and one or two sentences in the story reflect that. One can blithely ignore those and see them as simply friends.
Edited by: my own Best Beloved, [livejournal.com profile] dr_whuh. Thank you!
Disclaimer: Much as I wish it were otherwise, nothing in the Whoniverse, save for the occasional original character, is mine. All others belong to the BBC and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement and take no coin. I do, however, love them and thank the BBC for letting me play in its sandbox.

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Read more... )

 

kaffyr: Keep Calm and Carry on At Length poster (Carry On)
I Am Not - Repeat, Not - Going To Give Up On Posting. Or Responding To Posts

Because all of you out there are very important to me. 

I realize that the last few months have seen epic absence from me. Somehow, each day at work has been so much more stressful than it's been in the past, that getting off work in the evening doesn't leave me with enough energy to communicate. I haven't worked out why that seems to be the case - certainly, I've posted like mad during previous periods of extremely high stress - and perhaps it's counter-productive to wonder at the reasons. Poking a stick at a dead horse doesn't do anything for you or the horse. 

Exercise in writing something longer than a tweet )
What I've seen on YouTube )
Union work, huzzah! )
Jazz! )

Nova Scotia, television, gin and hernias )
Dear lord, I'm babbling like a brook. It's time for me to cease. But I can tell you that it's wonderful actually having the time and energy to post. I'm very happy about that. 

Dept. of Weariness

Thursday, 21 July 2016 08:12 pm
kaffyr: (Deficiency weekly)
This Is Not a Post

Really, folks. It isn't. It's more to say I'm alive, and that I actually intend to continue conversing with people on my last post - I'm not ignoring anyone, I just haven't had the intellectual vigor to follow up with a couple of folks. 

It's not a post, because if it were a post, I'd have said Happy Birthday, 
[personal profile] gerisullivan !! You're an amazing, creative, smiling, disciplined, fannish force of nature, and I'm very glad I know you! May the 2016-2017 year be a good for you, and may we see more of each other soon. 

It's not a post, because I might say a whole bunch of things about the fire-struck oil-slick that is the RNC. I've been watching it at a remove, by following Twitter. I tried watching one of the early speeches and it raised my blood pressure enough to make me turn off the television.

It's not a post because every single day seems to unleash some awful bit of violence here and abroad - on top of the unending violence and despair in Syria and Iraq, in Somalia, in other places that are just as real as my home, against people who don't deserve it. And I don't have the spoons to consider it.

It's not a post, because it's too damned hot. And the old break in my foot aches from the mugginess. And I'm worried about Alex, the senior ginger partner of our feline triad. He's been throwing up almost every day. I removed any bit of milk from his diet (we used to give him a little bit of milk as a treat on a too-regular basis.) I'm hoping that will help.

It's not a post because - wait, I can say that I'm almost done one more IOU 
[community profile] fandom_stocking  fic. Yes! Something positive! 

And now I'm going to bed. 

Dept. of Saturday

Saturday, 30 April 2016 06:30 pm
kaffyr: Hayao's realistic Pompoko raccoons yawn in our faces (Pompoko yawns)
Finally, Some Relaxation

I'm sitting on the laundromat, washing the coverlet that one of the cats puked on (which is too large for our home washer), trying to dry off - it's been pouring cold rain much of the day - and recovering, not only from my earlier trip to Costco,but from two weeks of nonstop activity. 

I slept past noon today, which I apparently needed to do. Last night I went to a gathering of former (and current, of course) Pioneer people. It was a good evening; I ran into a woman who'd been an ad rep back in the first years I'd been with the company,back in 1983-84. We were both hired by Rocky, and we realized we probably went back further (farther? I can't remember) than anyone else there. I'd always liked her, and it turned out she'd always liked me; something that's always good to learn. 

I had to tell her about Rocky and Nick, while she had to let me know about the recent death of another old original, Lou Rubino, who'd managed our back shop. Getting old rather mandates those jobs, but it's always sad. I was very touched when she said she'd always thought of Nick and I as a team - perceptive woman - and that she'd respected what she called our passionate dedication to journalistic ethics. We didn't think "ad side" noticed. Silly us.

As I sit here, BB is going over the MCU/who crossover I just finished as a delayed fandom_stocking story. It topped 4,000 words because I can't do short, apparently. 

And tonight is steak, bubbly, BB, and more relaxation. 

I am grateful.



Dept. of Scattershot

Tuesday, 19 April 2016 03:31 pm
kaffyr: (Bored in Porco Rosso)
These Things Occur to Me

It's bound to be a ... day ... when you start off by forgetting to put the top on the blender in which you are making your breakfast smoothie. 

A rant about age gaps in relationships.  )
My editor, let me praise her. She's a good editor. I really like her. 

The first MCU fic is edging toward 3,000 words. I wish I could wrap it up faster than I'm going to be able to. 

Have I mentioned lately that I love The Expanse? Have I mentioned how it manages to be as close to realistic hard science fiction as one can get, while still telling a multi-pronged and gripping story filled with real three-dee characters, a complicated and fascinating political plot, and thoughtful social extrapolations? I have? Well, you'll probably hear me gush over the series again. We've just watched the sixth episode in the first 10-episode season, and I am very glad that it got renewed by SyFy.

I am grateful that today I saw a cardinal (male, in all his red glory) on the greensward across the street from my window. 




Dept. of Woo-hoo!

Wednesday, 6 January 2016 09:25 pm
kaffyr: Snark about fanfic (Adulthood? It's fanfic)
So: [community profile] fandom_stocking 

The reason I haven't been posting over the last few days is that I descended into full on Writing For Stockings mode. I'm a dreadfully slow writer, but I actually managed eight relatively lengthy fics, did a few graphic greetings and ... and I may have time before the slightly-delayed-by-moderator-migraine Friday stocking reveal to do more. I am, for a wonder, happy!


kaffyr: (Badly Written)
There Has To Be a Morning After. Is It Here Yet?

So. Day (checks calendar) four of back pain, Day 2-3 of notable back pain.

What has this taught us,[personal profile] kaffyr ? It's taught us two things: 1) do not, repeat, do not, give up exercises for the holidays and 2) do not make Christmas dinner for nine people ever again, not even if you spread the prep time over two days.

Why? Well, it's possible that I might have survived Christmas dinner prep had I not given up the exercises.Possible, but not probable. 

Brief sort-of-detour; after this Christmas, BB and I realized we simply can't handle that kind of social engagement anymore. It doesn't make us happy to admit it, because the two of us used to love throwing parties and parts of  us still do. But physically, we are simply not up to it, and emotionally it's kind of draining as well. After we (and by "we" I largely mean BB and my lovely FB) got the place cleaned up post-Christmas, we sat in the livingroom, looked at each other, and said "That's the last one."

End of sort-of-detour. For me, the damage was more immediate. the simple act of standing at the kitchen counters and table prepping, mixing, etc., is dangerously apt to coax spasms out of retirement. Even hiking our table up a couple of inches so that I don't have to bend over so much doesn't help enough. And without my exercises to keep the relevant muscles in shape ... well, welcome back, back spasms. 

They've been kind of bad since Monday. I've used our teeny-tiny jacuzzi bathtub three times in fewer than 24 hours because that affords me some temporary relief, and I've gone back to doing my exercises with a vengeance. That helps too. Most drug relief I hold off on until bedtime if at all possible because I get some of it from BB and I don't want to be profligate with his largesse. 


And I know I'm a fan, because the thing that bothers me most about this is that the pain is keeping me from writing, and 
[community profile] fandom_stocking 's reveal date is speeding toward me. I've only got two stories done, although a third is in process. I want to get four or five more done. Help me, fandom godlets,you're my only hope! GAH! 
kaffyr: (Stahma)
Wasn't That a Week? Yup. It Was. 

I am fighting with the first mouth sore I've had in several months. I'm not overly upset, because it is, after all, the first one in several months. Still, it's hard eating or drinking anything without pain, so I am allowing myself to feel a bit sorry for myself. Bob made some of his very special winter oatmeal, with all sorts of yummy things in it, and that was my supper. 

I had a reasonable week (except for the Tuesday meeting FROM
 HELL about which I've already spoken. I think I'm getting an idea of how to deal with my uber-boss, who's still my immediate boss. Why? Because the fellow they're bringing in from Far, Far Away, may end up being handed a different job within the company. And his arrival on our shores is apparently taking more time than was originally expected. If they have to hire someone from the vast pool of unemployed local editors, that would please me, I think. Anyhow, yes, I'm dealing with her a little better. 

I have somewhere over four paragraphs of Chapter 26 written. I'm not sure these will end up being the lead paragraphs in the chapter, but they'll be somewhere in there. This will be a chapter with numerous scene and POV changes, I think; I don't want it to end up too choppy or hurried, but I think a lot needs to get done. 

I went with my friend Rose on Friday to see Roxane Gay, author of, among other things, "Bad Feminist." I haven't read it yet, but based on the conversation she held on stage with her interviewers made me think I should get her book, at least from the library. She had some very interesting things to say about being a woman in academe, for instance, and about being a black, large-bodied, queer, really, really smart woman in academe.

I also liked the way she handled the Q&A session. Those can be really uncomfortable for listeners and for the person who has to answer the questions. I sat through one session after a dance recital, for instance, when the guest, the choreographer, had to endure a woman who grabbed the mic and wouldn't relinquish it, while she droned on and on, the only person in the auditorium to enjoy the sound of her voice. 

Gay didn't have to endure that; she got no more than a couple of so-so questions, and the rest were thoughtful and aimed at her, rather than aimed at the rest of the audience in order to show how cool the questioner was. The audience's reward was hearing her in full-on good teacher mode: listening with respect to the questions, while still being able to show a bit of asperity with questioners, answering their question, but also giving some further information that might suggest to the questioner that they'd asked the wrong question. I love that in a teacher. 

So, yeah, tl;dr: I'm going to find either "Bad Feminist" or perhap's Gay's fiction, so that I can get a better feel for her. 

Dept. of In Haste

Thursday, 16 July 2015 08:43 am
kaffyr: Rory and Amy having a rabbit hole day (Rabbit hole day)
I Aten't Dead, Part Deux

1. Pluto - I love living in the future. I watched the press conference live yesterday, and clapped along with everyone else. w00t!!1!
2. Still have to go to a largely useless editorial meeting down at the Dark Tower's secondary location in near-downtown.  (It's not completely though, I must admit, but given that I sort of half-expect a verbal throw-down between my new uberboss and my Guild unit chair - you all remember Crazy Union Puppy, right? - I'm not expecting it to be pleasant.)
3. A few more words on Chapter 25. 
4. Will be getting an MRI on my left foot, courtesy of my awesome rheumatologist. I love that woman.
5. And now I have to dash!


Dept. of Memes

Saturday, 11 July 2015 04:16 pm
kaffyr: (See the Sky)
Five Things That Make Me Happy

[livejournal.com profile] mack_the_spoon tagged me with this meme, and though I'm not normally very good at memes, or indeed all that interested in them, this one attracted me because it's simple - I am a simple creature - and it was a very positive sort of thing. I do love many things, so let's see if I can tell you about five things that make me happy. 

1. BB. He is, quite simply, the best thing in my life. It may seem disrespectful to call him the best thing, but what I mean by that is that he does so much for me, and has taught me so much, and has been there so often for me ... he is my best friend; he's my voice of reason when I need one, and that's oh, so often; he's the one who kills the cockroaches, he's the one who tells me I look good when I know I'm looking seedy, he's the one who knows I need a hug. He's the one who tells me, who convinces me, that things are going to be alright. He's the one who introduced me to jazz (and truly nurtured my inherent love of music in general), and Firesign Theater, and martinis. He knows my sense of humor, and puts up with my lack of humor when I'm in particularly dour moods. He is the best.

2. Personal letters that come by mail. Whether they're handwritten or typed up, getting a real letter in the mail takes me back to the days when getting news from friends who lived far away was a special treat. The days you'd wait between the time you mailed your own letter - which you'd carefully written with as much news, thoughts, meanderings, worries and joys as you could possibly do before your fingers tired or your typewriter jammed - and the time you got an answer, with any luck as jammed packed in answer, were interminable. And the day the letter arrived, oh, it was wonderful!

3. Music. I grew up with music; my Nana and my mother sang, and sang beautifully. I had piano lessons for years, and have always regretted giving them up. I love almost every kind of music, although rock and roll gets my blood flowing the most, and jazz talks to my head and heart almost as much as I've grown older. Even music I thought I didn't like, like various iterations of country, or were bored by, like whatever folk is, I learned to appreciate. Music is language I can share with everyone, and it's a language BB helped me get better at. Without music, my inner life would be an echoing, empty chamber. 

4. Cooking and writing. Yes, definitely cheating here by putting both things in the same boat, but they are both ways I can create, and I love that. Cooking is a way I can carry on my Nana's traditions in the kitchen, and those of my mother's too, so that's one reason. It's creation with short term gratification, but with challenges (as anyone who has ever wrestled with making a good pie crust can tell you.) It's also tied in with the joy of feeding family and friends, which of course is also tied in to ego gratification, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. Writing is far more difficult for me, whether it's news and feature writing, or fiction writing. But I could no more stop writing, as slow as I am, than I could stop walking or talking. This happiness comes from my fiction writing, and it comes at least in part from knowing that I'm good at it, and that I can create stories that people love. I doubt that I will ever return to writing original fiction, but writing fan fiction makes me more happy than I've ever been when writing other things. 

5. Fandom. By that, I mean many things. I mean the traditional science fiction fandom that I discovered in 1977 when I went to my first World Science Fiction Convention, and which led me to a circle of music-oriented fans in Minneapolis in the 1980s and early 1990s. Traditional fandom was my first real intellectual and emotional home apart from my family. It was the place where I discovered that other people really loved the books I loved, and who didn't think I was weird, mockable, or bullyable, because of it. (Even my family, who indulged my reading, looked at it askance). Bless traditional fandom forever. And now, I am a part of online fandom, which is a child of traditional fandom, but who, like all children, has grown into a creature all its own. I have friends, and friendly acquaintances, all across this globe, people who helped me hang on to happiness, who encouraged my writing, who challenged my mind, who have been wonderful to read and to interact with for the past nine-plus years. You are all part of my life, and you enrich it so much. Thank you!

And let's see, I
 should tag people, although it's definitely a voluntary thing, especially if you've done this before. So ... [personal profile] a_phoenixdragon , [personal profile] penlessej , [personal profile] elisi , [personal profile] jjpor , and [personal profile] ljgeoff  - tag, you're it!

Honorable mentions: Doctor Who, especially Nine, Eleven, and River; Japanese curry and croquettes; Chicago; anime.
kaffyr: (I create myself)
Progress Report

In my first week back at work, I've successfully made it to two physical therapy appointments, and usually done two sets of PT exercises at home each day as well. I've fallen down on that a couple of days, but I'm still keeping the end goal in sight, that of having a healthier back - a healthier self. 

I've handled work fairly well; when I start feeling anxious, I step aside from the perceived problem that's causing the anxiety and try to look at it from the outside. That's helped me control it; I've also been able to write slightly more easily than I was writing prior to going on vacation. 

We still have things to do in the condo association; I'm having a meeting with the treasurer tomorrow; on the agenda - the special assessment, the need to crop our courtyard greenery, and the necessity of completing the insurance claim and starting to pay me back. But I feel more in control than I did previously. 

All of this may be due in large part to a partly refilled reservoir of energy, but my hope is that I can manage that energty and make more of a renewable resource, thus providing me with the strength to tackle my own anxieties, and to stick to a new regimen. 

I've been gearing up for the next Hearts & Moons chapter; I even dreamed about writing fic last night; in my dream I'd gotten about 3,825 words written on something - while I supposed to be doing something else - and I wasn't worried at all about doing the fic instead of my proper tasks. I think my subconscious is pushing me back to the keyboard. 

The only thing I haven't done yet is get to a pool and swim. I shall do that this coming week.

This very boring update is brought to you by responsible 
[personal profile] kaffyr  - fannish me will be reporting in shortly.. 


Dept. of Umor

Sunday, 10 May 2015 11:47 am
kaffyr: (Lead laughing)
BAWWHAHAHAHAHAHA

For your reading pleasure: the Sad Puppies review books. 

With many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] james_nicoll for pointing me in that direction. 






kaffyr: Natasha Romanov, badass (Natasha turns)
 Final Day of Vacation

It amuses me, or pleases me, that I have had a vacation with two miserably painful days spent in bed, thus rather thoroughly bollocksing a large number of my plans, and can still say at the end that it was a good vacation. (Yes, I still have the weekend, but that's the weekend. Hush.)

I'm actually up and dressed today. While I can still feel the back muscle complaining, it really is not enough to keep me abed. And I swear that today I'm going to do the work mail recovery thing I'd pledged to do. Over the weekend, I am going to organize at least the top of my desk.

And I am actually writing some fic. Or, to be more precise, I've returned to a Brian, Gus and Tabetha post TATM fic in the canon worldview that I completely reject in my head.  My worldview has the Ponds, Eleventy and River going down the pub after their cemetery encounter, because River has come up behind that pesky Angel and bashed it to granite dust, having used her vortex manipulator to go and change the timeline because RIVER CAN DO ANYTHING HUSH. Still, it has the feel of a potentially good fic if I can figure out where the hell it's going.

(Why 
[personal profile] kaffyr  will never be a professional fiction writer. She Does Not Do Outlines, because she's an idiot, and doesn't mind remaining one.)

I think I mentioned I saw Agent Carter a couple of nights ago, but I didn't talk about it much. 

HERE BE SPOILERS

For those who haven't seen Episode 5 )
kaffyr: The TARDIS at Giverny (TARDIS at Giverny)
Title: Cooking With Gallifreyans
Author: [personal profile] kaffyr 
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: The Fourth Doctor, Romana II
Rating: PG
Words: 1,743
Edited by: [livejournal.com profile] dr_whuh/[personal profile] buckaroobob 
Summary: The Fourth Doctor learns that a kitchen can be comfortably small, that he can be a suitable sous chef with the right master chef in charge, and that he might actually like walnuts.
Author's Note: Written for [personal profile] kerravonsen  for the 2014 [community profile] fandom_stocking  effort. Written for kerravonsen for the 2014 fandom_stocking effort. She mentioned liking recipes, and it occurred to me that she might like to see how the Fourth Doctor and Romana would work together culinarily. If you squint, you might see a bit of romance.
Disclaimer: As always, the characters are the sole property of the BBC and their respective creators. I assert no copyright and take no coin, but am grateful that the BBC lets me play in its sandbox.

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So this is where you've been, Romana )

Dept. of Friday

Friday, 9 January 2015 09:09 am
kaffyr: Riddell, from Dinosaurs on a Spaceship, Doctor Who (It's a challenge!)
Getting a Start

As you can see, I've already fallen down on posting every day. But I can endeavor to endeavor.

I can say something positive today. Last night, BB found my great-great grandmother's tree ornaments, the ones I was a little worried had somehow been thrown out last year. They normally sit high atop our tree each year, because they are extremely fragile. They're made only of wire and a sort of cloth and tinsel covering, plus tiny balls and bits of gold thread. I hope to pass them on to FB so that he can have something from one side of the family that goes back well over a century. When BB discovered the little box we'd stored them in, and somehow failed to open this year, it brightened my entire day.

Another positive; people seem to be liking the 
[community profile] fandom_stocking  stuffers I provided for them, which tickles me.

And finally, people were particularly good to me this year. I got loads of wonderful recipes (including one for barbecued peaches, which means I want to go out and get peaches right this minute to try it out) and a couple of lovely cards, and stories. I'll thank everyone more personally a little later, but to all of you right now - thank you so much!

BB and I have watched the first two episodes of Agent Carter (apparently they were initially shown as a two-hour, two-episode presentation, but we watched the separate hours on two consecutive nights), and we are both very, very impressed with it. I like Peggy, I like the care shown with the period (certainly more than many television shows offer), although, as a consumer of old-time radio drama I have to say they overdid it with the camp. I can tell you that most radio dramas, even during the 1940s, even when they dealt with heroes or superheroes, were usually a lot less awful than that. Still, that's a minute cavil.

In considerably grimmer thoughts, I am still torn up about the massacre at Charlie Hebdo, (I may not be a fan of that kind of journalism, but they were journalists, so it hits even harder than it would otherwise) the horrific and stupid subsequent attacks at mosques or businesses near mosques, and the cornering and hostage-taking at the kosher delicatessen. I understand and support both #iamcharlie and #iamahmed, and I fear for further violence. I'd say that god must be weeping now, god and all their prophets and angels, but I don't think they have stopped crying for a long, long time.



kaffyr: (Side-eyeing Coulson)
 Winter Freeze, Brain Thaw (I Hope)

It's been far too long since I posted anything, and, as a sort of resolution for 2015, I'm going to try to post something every day. Yes, yes, you in the back, chuckling into your beard, you heard right. What's more, I'm going to try to post something worth reading. And I'm going to try to interact with people on their journals — so what do you think about that? 

Ah, still chortling. 

Well, I don't blame you. 

It's true. My ability to maintain a healthy posting habit has not been stellar in the past. But I swear I'm going to try. Just as I'm going to try to find something positive to say about my life. It probably won't be daily, but I am going to try to do it regularly. I think I read something, possibly on one of my friends' journals, which speculated that forcing one's self to actively think about positives can make one eventually feel more positive. Using externals to force a change in the internals, as it were. 

So: what have I been up to?

New Year's Eve and the Christmas tree )

Writing and fandom_stocking )

Being union mom. Gah. )
kaffyr: Keep Calm & dive behind the sofa (Dive behind the sofa)
Whiplash and such

My Christmas season, my holiday season, has been rather schizophrenic, in the non-medical sense of the word. The first couple of weeks were actually pretty good. I've mentioned that we got most of our Christmas presents purchased early on, and that they were things that made us feel good to buy. I also got out almost two dozen cards, something I haven't done in several years. All of those were good things.

Family Christmas )

So, all of those things were to the good. So was the fact that I found a small goose and a small turkey that I plan to cook for Christmas dinner.

But other things have started dragging me down, and I'm struggling to fight them off.

old overlords, new overlords, wtf )

And last night I had a minor dissolution into tears because I abruptly really, really didn't want to host Christmas dinner. I didn't feel as if I'd have the time to put it together, I didn't feel as if we have the space to make it enjoyable for nine people, I didn't have what I consider a clean place to host it in ....

AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaauuuuughh! My Brain Isn't Being Logical, and I Am Disapproving of It!

So right now, I'm going off to the home office to see if I can get myself turned around. If I can't do that by the end of the day, I am going to risk my friendships with at least two or three groups of people and tell them that, with many very honest apologies, I can't do Christmas. It's a bit unforgivable (wait, that's like saying "a bit pregnant," isn't it?) but I think it may be a realistic mental-health option for me. I shall know before 6 p.m. or so.

Also, BB has another appointment with the endocrinologist today, and I'm going with him. The last visit was less than optimal and, although we think we'll have better results this time, I'm not looking forward to it.

Also again - nothing written for [community profile] fandom_stocking  yet. My brain isn't working. This is bad.

Fluffy bunnies, I'm just going to think about fluffy bunnies. And kittehz. Must think of kittehz.


ETA: LJ just sent me a message telling me that this post made its top 25 posts of the day. LJ is clearly lying or dying, I'm not sure which.





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