Mikey doesn't look up as he says, "The canon needed ammo."
"You did that without me?" Frank protests, and then catches himself, because his oranges. Though, that doesn't explain the fake bacon.
"We experimented with aerodynamics, to see if a tail made a difference," Mikey says, as if he's tapped into Frank's thoughts. Hell, maybe he has. Deciding to test that theory, Frank starts to think about Gerard - in detail and glorious close-up. Mikey stops texting, looking thoughtful. "We're trying real bacon next time, to see if density makes a difference. And that's fucking disgusting."
"What is?" Gerard asks, stumbling into the lounge. He's pulled on yesterday's - last week's - last month's - outfit and is scratching at his balls through his jeans, his eyes mostly closed.
"Frank was thinking about you naked," Mikey says, going back to his frantic texting, and then, "Pete says next time think harder."
- turps' Like a Bunk and Cramped Sleeping
Just now I picked up for the border of the baby blanket and I can't tell if the pick up is terrible and I have to re-do it because it's all v. v. v. scrunched together because the cable on the circular needle is too short. This is after I connected in another cable before I started picking up because I knew the original cable wasn't long enough.
Okay, so easy solution, connect in a longer cable. But even though I would swear that *I do have longer cables*, I can't find them.
Okay, so slightly harder solution, just connect in the many, many shorter cables that I can find. Except that won't work, since I could only find one cable connector and it's the one I'm already using.
So now I have ordered both additional long cables and cable connectors. And then someday I will be able to see how the pick-up actually looks, which is, honestly, probably terrible; I was having a lot of issues picking up along the cast-on edge.
I barely knit these days. I don't deserve these kinds of problems. (I keep being like "okay, switch to crochet, it seems easier on the hands", and then not doing it.)
SA has been hitting it out of the park lately, with its Onion-esque takes on current events. Check these out if you need to laugh in order to keep from crying!
(Content note: Refers to, and skewers the subjects of, recent depressing news stories that you may not want to be reminded of.)
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Content note: This week, the notorious sexist, transphobic harassment machine Zak Sabbath got another transgender games writer to drop off the face of the internet and/or social media. This is the third transgender (or otherwise non-cis) victim of his that I know of, who has committed infosuicide or otherwise severely curtailed their online activity because of him.
Frustrated with the tabletop games industry -- especially the regressive, authoritarian part of it called the OSR, or "Old School Renaissance / Revolution," but also people like Mark Diaz Truman who have helped to create a false equivalence in people's minds between abusers and their victims -- I had a public meltdown about it on Google+. This post reproduces that meltdown in its entirety.
For more information on the GamerGate of the tabletop games scene, Zak S, see Ettin's compilation thread and this compilation thread on Google+. Keep in mind that most of the TG scene is okay with this, or is cheering him on, and that Zak S was credited in the latest edition of the Dungeons & Dragons Player's Handbook.
I'm probably going to be waiting for the other shoe to drop until we're finally on Gate Road.
Title: You Make Me Look Legitimate. (On Archive Of Our Own)
Fandom: Check Please
Pairing: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann
A/N: This is 100% dira's fault and I have the chat log to prove it. :P The title is from I Make The Dough, You Get The Glory by Kathleen Edwards, which is a wonderful country song about Canadian hockey.
Summary: Eric Bittle gets the call from the national team at 3AM.
( 2018 Olympics! )
Mirrored from Jenrose.
(and what we could do better)
So, number one, you need to be trustworthy to your kids to the point where they will feel safe telling you things, whether those things are, “Hey, look, I’m Spiderman,” or “I know where the bad guys who keep stealing alien tech are,” or, “I’m gay,” or “The cool kids are encouraging me to do things I’m not comfortable with and I don’t know how to get out if it without losing face.”
Second of all, you need to listen to your kids. If they say, “This is important,” you take the time, especially if it’s your job, HAPPY. Even if it feels like they’re making mountains out of molehills, if you don’t listen to the little stuff, you won’t hear the big stuff.
Third, encourage your kids’ special interests, and if their special interests include vigilante hero work, you stop everything and help redirect them into a path that gives them 100% of the training they need to not get killed, including how to work with a team and law enforcement, TONY. You don’t just shove things at them and expect them to do it and then yell when they mess up because you never told them what was possible.
Fourth, pay attention to warning signs, especially signs of boredom and frustration. Teenagers who are bored and frustrated are much more likely to get into trouble, whether they are typical schoolkids or scientific geniuses bitten by radioactive spiders.
Fifth, help kids stay busy with things that matter to them. That means you have to sit down and talk to them without yelling at them, just casually, a lot, to find out what those things are or at least provide a support structure that will actually keep them safe, busy, and interested.
Sixth, don’t yell at kids for asking for help, or for fucking up when they try to cope with you not being their for them when they do ask for help. That’s just rude.
Seventh, if a kid looks up to you, treat that as a high honor, not your due.
Eight, accept your kids for who and what they are, right now, no matter what, and don’t assume that says anything about who they’ll be next week or next years. You accept them on their terms, and work from there, you don’t just drop them into adult expectations without warning, or treat them like infants until the day you kick ‘em out of their suit.
And last, and probably the most important, you need to provide every kid, superhero or not, with an escape hatch, a safety clause, a no-questions-asked-drop-everything help button, and it needs to not be a tracking device. Give them magic words, like, “Awesome!” or “Jazzed” or something else depending on what would be inconspicuous for them. Things where they go, “Hey, Mom, it would be AWESOME if I could spend the night with my friend Nick,” and you know that if they really wanted to spend the night they would have asked in any other way… so you be the guy who says, “Sorry, kid, gotta be home by 9.”
Or maybe they say, “It would be TOTALLY AWESOME if I could spend the night with my friend Nick,” and you know that means, “Help, this is out of control and I need help right now!”
Or they say, “I’d be really jazzed if I could go to Jeff’s house,” and you know that means not only come pick them up, but maybe bring backup or call emergency services or the Avengers.
Or, you know, if you’re Tony Stark, have a hot button the kid controls completely and you NEVER take it away as punishment. The technology exists, you arrogant pecan. You invented it.
Things stay on my list for a LONG TIME, yes. XD
In cat news, Cinders had a bad night last night. She likes to burrow under the throw on top of my blankets and pretend that she's a ... I dunno, a sandworm or something. So she did that, and she was playing "got your hand" with me, when Jesse snuck up and whapped her on the head.
Then after she recovered from that, Sam kicked her as he was stretching. And then Gidget jumped off the top of my bookcase and landed on her, full-weight. Poor girl scrambled out of the blankets, all wide-eyed and trembling. It took ages to calm her down!
Everyone's fine except Poison, and Ray tells her he's had worse.
So there's really nothing to be scared about, and she's not.
She's seven now, probably, or close enough that she's too old to be scared of stupid stuff like that. Definitely too old to be scared of the dark. Ray doesn't say anything when she creeps into his room that night, though - just scoots over on the mattress and tucks his hair behind him so it's not taking up the whole pillow.
When Poison finally wakes up the next afternoon, wrecked and pale, the first thing he says is: "Shitfucking cocksucker."
The second thing, after Kobra tells him what happened, is: "We gotta teach the kid how to drive."
- zrt's measured out in miles
Content note: Tense family stuff and inequality / sexism / racism.
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Carl Jung once said something about how loneliness has less to do with how many people there are around you, and more to do with whether or not you feel you can say what's important to you.
That's why I complain so much about inequality, sexism, racism, and so on. Every day I'm reminded that I live in a society founded on all of these things, even if it's slightly better (or at least more polite) here than in the States. I can't ignore it, the way the white people I talk to here can. And when they lapse into awkward silences, like when I made the comment about rich people paying for transit or another comment about Canada's treatment of indigenous people, it shows me what parts of their psyches and societies they are not willing to confront.
Conversely, when I meet someone I can talk about these things with I feel so much better about myself. It's like a weight's taken off of my shoulders, and I can approach the work of surviving within this society with a sense of humour rather than fatalism. It's not about nursing a grudge; it's about finding the strength to go on.
So thank you all for reading, listening, and commenting here. It means a lot to me.
Sometimes I forget that I'm actually LGBTQ+.
Not because of any personal experience of acephobia/being ostracized but just because being defined as such always seemed so ... sex-centric? Almost always, I see people defining their "LGBTQ+"-ness via the metric of, "Who am I (sexually) attracted to," and for asexual me, that never helped me connect with the umbrella identity.
A Tale of Two Sisters (6/10) → A bit too slow for my tastes. I didn't like Su-Mi at all and it wasn't nearly as scary as I'd hoped it would be. Though I do like the fact that you end up going, "Oh, shit," when you look back at the rest of the movie after the twist was revealed.
Oculus (7/10) → Very much enjoyed the build-up of the movie but it kinda fell flat for me in the climax; it ... didn't really feel like it had a climax? But the way the past and the future timelines progressively blended together throughout the entire movie was really good. ( Spoilers? )
Partly because pretty much all of the people I've been close to lately have been one or more of the above, including the Q, the I, and the A.
And partly because the kind of people who are pissed off about adding letters to the acronym deserve to be pissed.
The people I care and have cared about are here, and deserve to be recognized. Anything that makes them feel included is good.