Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 09:11 pm
When we last heard an update for the solar system, it was that the vendor had turned the claim over to the manufacturer.  I was told the manufacturer would contact me about what to do with the old unit and shipping information.  What I got was crickets. 
Thursday when we were over in Fort Bragg and Caspar, I got a call from Fed Ex. Could I take delivery of a package today or Monday?  Monday.  So Monday I met a truck at the Cow Corals.  I was told it was a semi truck and trailer. Nope, it was a largish box van with a lift gate.  The driver slid a pallet with two large boxes onto my pickup.  I lashed it down with ropes. Tuesday evening Michael came up and we made quick work of installing the new units (the inside and the outside one.  I pressed the ON button and the system quietly turned on. Whew.  The system works really well. I will need to move my recliner though.  The vent blows directly at my chair.   There was no other place we could mount it that made any sense at all.  

Still absolute silence from the manufacturer, no email and no paperwork with the new unit,  so we loaded to old machines onto Michael's truck.  He's going to hold them for a week or so; just in case I get word they should be shipped back;  before opening them up and trying to figure out exactly what went wrong.  I think he will need a new controller board for the outside unit and then the system will probably work fine. 
Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 10:20 pm
I was coming back from the laundromat and turning up my front path when northern next door's front door opens and two very self-possessed little girls marched out to announce,  "We're your new neighbours!"-- introducing themselves as Charley (not short for Charlotte: I asked) and Lennon (I assume John, not Vladimir.) Followed by their parents and grandmother,  all down-to-earth and friendly bodies, which I might not have expected given those names. But Dad immediately offered his phone number should I need it, which S&G never did in the six years they lived beside me, and I gave him both mine. Shall probably get a key for them as well. Like, I leave my door on the latch during the day and evening so the ambulance men, if needed, won't have to break in, but it will help to have a key next door. Tentatively I think I may have landed on my feet here.

Succeeded in filling another garden bag yesterday so that the back path is actually visible. It's currently sitting out under the cherry tree in the drizzle because I didn't feel like dragging it to the front. But those bags can withstand a little rain provided you don't leave them in puddles, as witness SND's pile of vags. Am still at 'one accomplishment a day and then flop', though maybe dishes counts as well? I have still to call the handyman about trimming my trees, and to ask at Nella Cucina, the kitchen store on Bathurst, if they sharpen knives, and to ask the Wiener's oyaji-tachi what one uses to delime an electric kettle, if anything, and to wash out the recycle bin that lives in the kitchen. But sufficient unto the day etc.
Tags:
Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 10:40 pm
Hey, people who did this meme: was this horribly depressing when you did it, or is it just me? Not because of the low interaction counts, but because of the nostalgia. And the dead friendships. And the dead people.

Hits: 6

There once was a snowman quite jaunty - Cabin Pressure, clean limerick for Xinzhou

Blazingfire.com - DCU, Green Arrow limerick about Beatriz da Costa's website

Hits: 7

Pete and Repeat - Cyteen drabble. I have so many feelings about that title. Mostly "Cheap joke, baby!Petra."

There once was a tan camel camel - Cabin Pressure, clean limerick for Timbuktu (Timbuktu)

Kudos: 0 - I skipped the just-a-drabble and just-one-limerick ones, which are legion. The remainder are

At her mercy - Ashes to Ashes (already not most popular fandom), Alex Drake/Jim Keats (...nobody ships this), Directedverse (yep.). I love that not even the person I gifted this to wanted to admit to reading it.

Preliminary Gaiety - very old Les Misérables, Combeferre/Grantaire, from the era when we gave everybody first names. Written for Catherine Lafontaine, whom I hope is doing well, wherever she is.

Losses, more Combeferre/Grantaire from the same series, I cannot IMAGINE why no one has kudosed my fic from 2003 (no, wait, I really can; I had a lot to learn).

There is another one in this series with 0 kudos but you get the picture.

There once was an old man named Luc - More Les Misérables, this a limerick cycle of M. Gillenormand/Original Female Character, with Pontmercy incursion. This one's got redeeming silliness on its side, and I think it's clever.

Doggerel, which is actually prose of the Bossuet/Jehan Prouvaire variety, Les Misérables again.

May - Les Misérables. I love this one, but it's Jehan Prouvaire/Luc-Ésprit Gillenormand. Yes, really. So. Um. Yeah. Somewhere there is someone who used to go by Echo who cowrote it with me, and I miss that lovely person very much.

Nor am I out of it - Promethan Age/Slings & Arrows, in which Darren Nichols meets Kit Marlowe. If you understand all of those words, you have probably now cancelled me for writing EBear fic. It was nice knowing you. Dedicated to giglet, but not gifted to her, because I posted it to AO3 after she passed. I miss her so often.

Bookmarks: 0 - I have so many; these 3 chosen because they were neither drabbles nor limericks and before I ran out of patience, so -- early in the alphabet, fandom-wise:

It is the time the I must start again - Doctor Who villanelle on regeneration, in which theme fits form very nicely.

Holiday makers - Ashes to Ashes/DCU, Barbara Gordon has just been shot and goes back in time because of course she does.

DVD commentary of Teland's Entelechy - DCU meta. This story hurt me so much I wrote about it. Long! Not just Te's part!
Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 10:29 pm
Still in the Nominations stage. I decided I’d nominate some of the stuff I read/watched in the past couple of weeks.
Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 10:15 pm
HMOriginal-F27896A6-7671-4523-A17C-46F15F139C84
Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 05:26 pm
In celebration of the Library of America's new issue of a definitive collection of Ursula K. Le Guin's Earthsea stories, the publisher sponsored an online panel today about Earthsea, with Brian Attebery (scholar who worked with Le Guin and has edited the LoA's Le Guin volumes), Karen Joy Fowler (fiction author who knew Le Guin well), and Nghi Vo (representing I guess the next generation of fiction authors, influenced by Le Guin).

They discussed a lot of points, among them that the original Earthsea books were published as children's fantasy but they're not really children's books. Sober, Fowler called them, and she doubted she'd have appreciated them fully if she hadn't been in her 20s by the time she read them. I'm in somewhat the same place, having come across Earthsea when the first uniform paperback edition was published when I was 18. That's what sold me on Le Guin: I took one look at those maps and said, "This author has seen within my soul," and after that I'd follow her anywhere.

Later on they touched on Le Guin's comment that she was lucky she was in her 20s by the time The Lord of the Rings came out, so that she was mature enough to absorb it without it overwhelming her. The book from her childhood that did overwhelm her that way? She told Attebery it was Islandia by Austin Tappan Wright, and Attebery said he sees Wright's influence in the societies of Gethen (Left Hand of Darkness) rather than Earthsea.

One of the audience questions was about the current breed of libertarian society leaders who grew up reading Heinlein. What did the panel think would have happened if they'd read Le Guin instead? Answer, not much. Vo quoted the line that personality precedes politics, and Attebery chimed in by saying that they'd probably have misread Le Guin the way they've misread Tolkien.
Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 07:22 pm


I have been preoccupied lately thinking about when canons undermine their basic premise, due to things inherent to the premise or at least the plot. Of Skyfall and Project Hail Mary and why I can't with either one of them )

Wednesday, September 16th, 2026 08:29 am
部首
手 part 19
拜, to bow to; 拟, to imitate; 拥, to embrace pinyin )
https://www.mdbg.net/chinese/dictionary?cdqrad=64

语法
5.21 为 A 所 B, to be B because of A
https://www.digmandarin.com/hsk-5-grammar

词汇
姑娘, girl pinyin )
https://mandarinbean.com/new-hsk-4-word-list/

Guardian:
拜托了,真的会那么顺利吗, please [do your best]. Will it really go that smoothly?
她还是会乖乖地为我们所用, she'll be used for us like a good girl
你带一个姑娘来听你意中的人唱歌,你缺心眼吧, taking a girl along to hear your crush sing, you must be stupid

Me:
快来拥抱。
姑娘姑娘,我真的好想你🎵
Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 10:01 pm

Reading. There was An Event, and unsurprisingly I did not alas finish Proto before it went back to the library. There is a Significant queue for it, and it's £4.99 in ebook, so I am contemplating simply buying a copy of my own so I can have the maps that begin each chapter up on the laptop and the actual words on my ereader...

Playing. ... Color Bus Trip continues.

Admin: the LRP.

Cooking. Very little, on account of Being In A Field.

Eating. Realised! I could get the crêpe place! to make me a savoury crêpe I wanted to eat! and promptly had two of them within twelve hours (plus the sweet one I originally went for with dinner).

What were my other highlights. Hmm. The Quaker Protein Porridge pots were remarkably acceptable, to the point that I was a bit sad when they ran out (having had Oats Without Sugar I was feeling surly about going back to the Added Sugar). Blackberries out of the hedgerows (not my favourite flavour thereof). Yuley's has changed the pizza bases they're using and I think I prefer the new ones?

Making & mending. Restrung a bracelet for a friend/team member! After my first several failed attempts to tie a knot with Stretch Magic I did a lot more pre-stretching, and now they seem to be holding! (And there's two of them, and two lengths of the cord holding the beads, so hopefully if catastrophic failure ensues it will do so slowly enough that none of the beads vanish...)

Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 09:54 pm

I had a good day at work -- did a site visit this morning, had some good conversations that have real potential (if the person who is gatekeeping their contact details actually connects me up, anyway!).

It was literally just off the bus I normally get into town, could not have been an easier commute! Even in the torrential rain that I was greeted with when we left, it wasn't bad at all.

I'd slept really poorly last night though: maybe four hours, not all at once, and I still woke up before my alarm. So by the time I got home I was so sleepy. But I made it through my one other meeting this afternoon -- a regular check-in on a big project -- and I didn't just go through the motions, I actually paid attention and volunteered for tasks and did things, I realized a very annoying clash before it happens on Thursday and got my fellow LGBT+ co-chair to cover for me, which also gave me a chance to catch up with them (they've had a bad time lately, health stuff and then the illness and death of their last living grandparent) so it was nice to have a fun and "normal" conversation with them and luckily they're able to save my butt when I stupidly allowed myself to get double-booked...a few other nice little satisfying bits, along with the bigger stuff.

I'd booked a grocery order this afternoon, so D and I dealt with that too. And after work I tried to do some of the chores I didn't manage yesterday: I now have a thing I never thought I'd get, which is online access to my USian bank account (the bank isn't called Farmers State Bank any more but that's about the level of modernity I'd always expected from them). And I got a haircut!

I didn't get my passport renewal mailed off, but that's partly because I thought I might need the old passport, which I had to include of course, as ID for the bank thing. Now that that's sorted out, I can take it to the post office tomorrow.

Tags:
Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 05:15 pm

Soon, it's time for the 2026 October Review-A-Thon (sign-ups still ongoing!).

How are we feeling? Have you decided what book(s) you're reviewing? (I have not, orz.) Do you have your review ready or will you be pantsing it on the spot? Any other thoughts? 👀

Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 04:56 am
 

It's today! My novella A Dubious Clamor is officially out in the world today! If you find yourself in the mood for a fantasy novella full of harpies, opinionated weapons, and a ragtag bunch of allies taking on the fash, you can just have it whenever you want. Which is just wild from my perspective, after so many months of work. Lots of ordering options here.

If you're going to be in the Twin Cities area Thursday, please do come to my book launch party, which is 6 p.m. at Moon Palace Books. There will be cake after (including gf and vegan options because that is how we roll), and I will have a lovely conversation with my friend Naomi Kritzer for everyone's enjoyment (plus audience Q&A and signing and, as I said, cake).

If you're not going to be in the Twin Cities, or if you prefer virtual events, or if you just can't get enough of me flapping my yap, there will be a virtual event on Wednesday, September 23 (not tomorrow, the Wednesday after that) at 6:00 Central. It will feature friend and fellow Horned Lark author Jo Miles, and we're hosted by our publisher, Kevin Hearne. Free to attend, reserve a spot here.

Still want to hear more from me about this book? Check out the Big Idea piece I wrote about it for John Scalzi's blog, or My Favorite Bit for Mary Robinette Kowal's! Or here's an interview with blogger Rob McLennan!

Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 05:55 pm

Posted by Athena Scalzi

Does a weapon want to hurt people? What if it had opinions on the type of people it was used to slay? Author Marissa Lingen had these sorts of questions rattling around in her brain long enough that a story formed from them. Take up your (opinionated) sword and follow along in the Big Idea for A Dubious Clamor.

MARISSA LINGEN:

Some big ideas form in an instant, an explosion of brilliance, totally ready to write down and go–the Big Bang of idea formation, if you will. Others are more like planetary accretion. There’s a whole massive whirling disc of random crap, and over time it runs into each other and eventually you have an entire planet with rings and moons. A Dubious Clamor was definitely in the second group.

Twenty-five years ago I read the Francis Peabody Magoun translation of the Kalevala. This is my recommended translation. Rather than trying to preserve rhyme or structure, it preserves weirdness, which for my money is the exact right thing to preserve. Catch me at a con sometime and I’ll tell you about the milk from hell or the insults from your in-laws, as rendered in the Magoun translation of the Kalevala. But the one bit that kept poking at me over the years was when one of the magical swords made by the smith Ilmarinen said, “Probably I was not made for the slaying of young maidens.”

Probably. The sword was willing to leave room for discussion on this point. Huh.

That one word kept popping up in my head: probably. Probably. Maybe not, though! Who knows! Probably. I started to wonder: are there other swords with both opinions and a refreshing unwillingness to lay down immovable dictates? I mean, probably! Why wouldn’t there be? Who would make those swords? Was it all Ilmarinen? Probably not! There are lots of other magical smiths in mythology. Was I a little too obsessed with one word in a translation? Yeah, probably!

But I liked where it was going. I was trained as a physicist (can you tell from my go-to metaphors above?). I was a lab TA for three years. One of the most important things I taught in those lab sections was the section of lab reports devoted to error analysis. I tried to walk lab students through assessing where things might not be perfect, where their own error had a chance to slip in. Several students wanted to write, “There were no sources of error in this lab,” and I had to walk them through why that was in fact not true. But in the outside world I kept watching malicious actors treat uncertainty and error as if they were a sign that you were on the wrong track. As if they had perfect answers that would work every time. As though science acknowledging that it didn’t was a sign of dishonesty. And I kept returning to that sword and the way that it went with. Y’know. Probably.

I can’t say I’m a huge fan of Oliver Cromwell in general, but my favorite thing he ever said was, “I beseech you, in the bowels of Christ, think it possible that you might be mistaken.” He should have listened to himself a lot more on that, but–yeah. At least consider. Think it possible. I can come up with a few contemporary figures who could do some more thinking it possible that they might be mistaken. I bet you can too.

The harpies came later. Jenny Lind and operetta and the alternate history aftermath of a Chartist rebellion and all the little cakes–all of it came later. The first and biggest idea, the one I couldn’t leave alone, was a sword that was not fond of people being all too certain they had all the right boxes to put each other in. That seemed worth raising a dubious clamor about.


A Dubious Clamor: Amazon|B&N|Bookshop|Powell’s

Author socials: Website|Bluesky 

Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 01:55 pm
I have not slept in three or four nights and my insurance actually is trying to kill me, but [personal profile] theseatheseatheopensea makes a gorgeous case for Hugo Fregonese's The Raid (1954) in the August issue of Edición Sunset and Widow's Bay (2026–) swept its categories at the Emmys. I'd have been even happier with it on CD, but it may mark some kind of flashover in my relationship to Doctor Who that I have just spent a wistful half-hour listening to Gardens of the Dead (2015). The blue of the sky has blown off into fall.
Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 10:24 am
If you pay US estimated income taxes, they're due today.

After 30 years, Minnesota's longest paved bike path is finally finished
Dan Kraker Duluth
https://www.mprnews.org/story/2026/09/15/mesabi-trail-minnesotas-longest-paved-bike-path-completed Read more... )
Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 11:12 am

Unpopular fic meme from [personal profile] regshoe via [personal profile] trobadora.

Prompt: I think we should start sharing our most unpopular stuff. let’s see those fics that no one else cares about (but I do. I care about them). Share your top 3 fics with [least hits, comments, kudos, bookmarks]

There's a lot of repetition across those categories, so I'm condensing my answers. Also, several of the eligible fics were posted before AO3, so I omitted them.

Not for Nothing (Inside Llewyn Davis (2013)) (656 words) Hits: 6 Kudos: 0 Comment Threads: 0 Bookmarks: 0.
Llewyn is not visited by Mike's ghost.
My most neglected and unloved child. Like most of what I wrote for [community profile] taggle that got ignored by recipients, I'm actually pretty proud of what this tries to do.

Night Witches (Homestuck) (802 words) Hits: 402 Kudos: 21 Comment Threads: 0 Bookmarks: 4
They hate each other almost as much as they love to fly. (Historical, all-human AU)
Blackrom femslash Soviet aviation AU: it's my dream fic, I don't know what everyone else's problem is.

love is worth (Shitsurakuen | Paradise Lost) (622 words) Hits: 466 Kudos: 12 Comment Threads: 0 Bookmarks: 1

"Baby girl you've got to know what your love is worth."
Minor manga series that was sort of "what if Utena assembled her own harem?". I can't imagine why no one read this.

Wake Up, Warlock! (Saturday Night Live Sketches) (1,599 words) Hits: 17 Kudos: 1 Comment Threads: 2 Bookmarks: 1.
Sheldon's got a cruuuuuuuush. You don't know him, he goes to another school.
A crossover between two SNL sketches 20 years apart in which a cis actress plays a pubescent boy? It's a true mystery how this has gone unread. I reread this just now and it's good! I updated links to the sketches, too.

Men Who Love Too Much (Twitch City) (6,575 words). Hits: 36 Kudos: 1 Comment Threads: 3 Bookmarks: 2
Newbie suddenly can't get enough of the Nathan Show.
This was pre-AO3 but I really like it (and it didn't exactly change lives on LJ anyway).

Conclusions: Niche femslash and humourous anything are not going to be very interesting to others. ¯|(°_o)/¯

Tags:
Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 09:48 am


Every year, when it starts being dark when I get up in the morning, I experience a profound sense of betrayal.

Noooooooooo why is it dark.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 08:38 am
Greyfriars Bobby is a 1961 Disney film, based on the tale of a Skye terrier who became famous in 19th century Edinburgh because he slept on his dead master’s grave for 14 years. I must confess that I watched this mostly because I happened to see a preview and sighed, “Oh for the days when the dogs in movies were real dogs.”

And indeed the movie is just full of shots of a real Skye terrier doing absolutely adorable things, so well worth seeing if you simply want to watch a dog being a very good dog.

But even aside from that, quite an enjoyable film. Obviously the beginning is a bit of a downer: Bobby’s master, an old shepherd, has been dismissed from his last position and dies of pneumonia in a cheap lodging house in Edinburgh, with Bobby at his side. Tear-jerking stuff. But although Bobby does indeed insist on sleeping on his master’s grave, he also accidentally becomes a ray of sunshine in Edinburgh, befriending the crusty old restauranteur Traill, facilitating Traill’s budding friendship with the local tenement children (who adore Bobby), and even winning over the cemetery keeper who initially tried to keep Bobby out.

At the climax of the movie, the Law tries to force Traill to pay Bobby’s licensing fees. Traill refuses, not because he doesn’t love Bobby, but because Bobby very clearly is not his dog: he belongs heart and soul to Auld Jock beneath the sod in the cemetery. The cemetery keeper comes to court, prepared to pay Bobby’s fees, and then the tenement children rush in, having collected the necessary seven shillings in farthings and ha’pence…

The judge gives Bobby the freedom of the city. Happy end!
Tuesday, September 15th, 2026 07:48 am


The Agency's creepiest man finds a kindred heart in the Agency's weirdest man.

His Quiet Agent (Agency, volume 1) by Ada Maria Soto
Tags: