Today's Christmas Video Link

Dec. 16th, 2025 07:41 am
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Posted by Mark Evanier

Making its first appearance on a newsfromme.com Christmas Countdown, we have Postmodern Juke Box with "All I Want for Christmas is You!" There have been an infinite number of covers of this song since Mariah Carey covered it and I like this one the best…

There have also been an awful lot of stagings of Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol, some of them even authorized by whoever owns it these days.  This one, which you've seen before here, was surely authorized.  It was done for the Actors Fund to raise money and to show what can happen to you if, like Scrooge, you refuse to contribute to a charity — like, say, the Actors Fund…

life on a crocodile isle

Dec. 16th, 2025 05:24 pm
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Good wishes and hugs as wanted to people on my f-list (and others too!) who are having a hard time right now; a lot of people seem to be sick and stressed, even aside from the usual global issues.

More adventures with Kuro-chan the cat, no photo this time: I went past the park gates one evening to find Kuro-chan curled up on the wall outside, so naturally I stopped to say hello. Me: aw, your fur is so cold, 小冷猫猫, let me pick you up-- Kuro-chan: [hiss, growl, snap] Me: okay okay, I get it! Kuro-chan: [looks around, stretches, jumps off the wall to suri-suri around my ankles] Mrrowr? Me: …okay, if you say so? Kuro-chan [contentedly settles into my arms to relax langorously throughout the very short trip across the street to their putative actual home, while being stroked and crooned at in whatever language came into my head]. Cats.

I was thinking about what my family always called “household words” meaning phrases either from books/movies/etc. or heard in real life which we started using on a regular basis. Five cents, please (courtesy of Lucy van Pelt the psychiatrist, also allowing me to link my favorite Peanuts strip of all time here); long time no interface, I have no idea where this one came from or if anyone else says it, but I use it with online friends often; that’s life on a crocodile isle (from T.S. Eliot, sometimes used in full with “You see this egg? You see this egg?” too, I say it to myself when frying eggs); Study now, dance later. Plato AD 61, a graffito my mom saw once, which we use as shorthand for “get down to it”; after the opera—my dad ran a semi-professional opera company in his spare time, and was always exceptionally busy with rehearsals in the last few weeks before a performance, so that any normal household duties would be postponed until “after the opera,” a time sooner but not much more definite than the twelfth of never. What do you guys have of this kind?

I posted my Yuletide fic, considerably later than I’d planned but well before the deadline; it could still use (and will hopefully get) a brisk edit, but I think it hangs together. Big relief! Knock wood I will manage to write a couple of short treats before the 25th, we’ll see.

Jiang Dunhao song of the post: a couple of new ones from a music program, 好盆与 and 小孩与我, not all that exciting musically but fun to watch and listen to, the former in particular has a couple of really lovely vocal moments.

It’s the season when vending machines in Japan offer hot drinks of all kinds; many varieties of coffee and tea, to begin with. I’m not much of a coffee drinker except when very sleep-deprived, so I favor 焙じ茶 or roasted green tea (I also like to make it from teabags at home and soak dried fruit in it as a late-night snack). Corn tea is also much rarer but delicious (I was wondering if cornsilk tea, known in both Korean and Japanese as “corn beard tea,” is correspondingly 玉米胡茬茶 in Chinese…). I love hot chocolate, but vending machine cocoa is usually repulsive, basically hot brown water full of sugar and chemicals. Other standards include corn soup (with corn kernels in), お汁粉 hot sweet red-bean porridge, and Hot Lemon (just what it sounds like, hot flat lemon soda with honey, stickily sweet but very satisfying on a cold day). The less standard offerings are getting weirder and weirder every year, this year I took some notes: miso soup with clams, yukkejang soup with rice, sundubu soup with tofu, extra-fancy corn soup scented with truffles (at an extra-fancy price), Starbucks caramel macchiatos, and “milkshakes,” which as far as I can tell are hot sweet slightly thickened milk with caramel?

The download problem never ends! cobalt.tools was so great and now it’s not; it doesn’t do YouTube any more, which is YouTube’s fault, of course (and I’m still not sure of a decent YouTube downloader, none of them seem actually safe?) and now cobalt.tools won’t recognize bilibili URLs any more either, although it says it should work. And you can’t ask for support help with error messages without signing up to a github account, and… (Yes, it’s a free service! I would be happy to pay them some money and get some support in the normal way!) oh dear.

Rereading Melissa Scott’s Dreaming Metal, the second volume of her Dreamships SF duology (the eponymous first volume is also very good). I really love these, they are far and away my favorites of anything Melissa Scott has written. They are about, among other things, AI but not in the way we think of AI right now (although the first volume bears a little more resemblance). The worldbuilding is wonderful—everything is in there, technology and language and clothes and entertainment and politics and ethnic groups and class issues and public transit and food and jobs and religion and family structures and God knows what else, but it’s not infodumpy, you just get to live in the world for three hundred pages or so and see it all there. Spoilery thoughts on the central conceit of the book: where it’s also amazing is the ideas about what kind of music an AI musician might want to make, how it would be derived and what it would sound like, and the way human musicians might react to it and work with it—in a way that’s both plausible and sounds like something exciting that I actually want to hear.

Reading another book of essays by a Taiwan-born writer who lives in Japan and writes in Japanese; unlike Li Kotomi|李琴峰, who grew up in Taiwan, taught herself Japanese, and came to Japan as an adult, 温又柔 came to Japan with her parents at age three and has lived here ever since (she’s Wen Yourou in the Chinese reading and On Yuju in Japanese; her romanized name on the copyright page splits the difference and uses “Wen Yuju.” I’ll settle for the latter for convenience. She also comments on how much her real name sounds like a pen name). I’ve only read one of her novels, 祝宴, which is about a middle-aged Taiwanese businessman, resident in Japan for many years, and his family—he’s 外省人 and his wife is 本省人, their younger daughter is marrying a Japanese man and their older daughter has a girlfriend. Very little actually happens but it was affecting and hopeful without veering into melodrama or Japan Sentimental. I found a lot to resonate with in her essays (reminded also that for me, with no original connections to Japan or Taiwan or anywhere else in Asia at all, studying/writing in Japanese or Chinese can be a much less fraught matter for good or ill). Like me Wen Yuju was fascinated by Lee Yangji’s short story Yuhee—she’s the editor of a Lee Yangji collection, which she says drew her some criticism from Korean-Japanese readers who argued that a Taiwanese-Japanese woman shouldn’t be doing it, another complex issue.
In some ways she covers a lot of familiar ground—growing up as a first- or 1.5-generation immigrant, more comfortable with the new country’s language than her parents’, sometimes accepted and sometimes dealing with microaggressions and blank majority ignorance, struggling with identity and complicated relationships with her parents’ country and family, and so on. It occurs to me that though there are so many anglophone novels, both YA and adult, now that go into this—just from a quick look through my shelves right now, Elizabeth Acevedo, Bernadine Evaristo, Tanuja Desai Hidier, Jean Little, Melina Marchetta, Naomi Shihab Nye, Chaim Potok, Nina Mingya Powles, Isabel Quintero, Joyce Lee Wong, Lois Ann Yamanaka, and that’s just a tiny sample—and still so, so few in Japanese, so that Wen Yuju and just a few others are reinventing the wheel because they have to. It’s not like the “monoethnic Japan” myth was ever true, I wonder when this will change.

Photos: Seasonal leaves, flowers, and skies; Koron-chan, who doesn’t seem to feel the cold and maybe I wouldn’t either if I were that nicely rounded; a bakery with an interesting tagline; kumquat jam made by Y from the produce of his father’s kumquat bush, which was as delicious as it was beautiful, although the photo isn’t very good. I’ll take a better one next time.




Be safe and well.

December Days 02025 #15: Chalk Mark

Dec. 15th, 2025 11:46 pm
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It's December Days time again. This year, I have decided that I'm going to talk about skills and applications thereof, if for no other reason than because I am prone to both the fixed mindset and the downplaying of any skills that I might have obtained as not "real" skills because they do not fit some form of ideal.

15: Chalk Mark

Comments to earlier entries in the series, and many of the other times that I talk about my (lack of) technical skills or l33t coding ability, and with regard to cooking by recipe, as well, have pushed back on the still persistent conception I have that recipe following is not doing the thing, and that there is no great skill in executing someone else's code to create something that works (or something delicious.)

Thank you for doing so. I know it is a weasel-thought, and yet I have trouble keeping it away from myself. I cannot see what it looks like from the outside, only from the inside. I know all the things that I have at my disposal, and I have used them enough that they no longer appear to be special to me.

A regular part of my job is troubleshooting. Most of it is what I would consider the simple stuff, where I have seen the error message sufficient numbers of times to know what the likely process should be to fix the problem, or it's clear that someone has gone astray from the established process and needs to be guided back to the way that will work, or to be taught the thing that they actually want, instead of the thing they said they wanted, when it becomes clear the thing they said they wanted was not actually what they wanted. As I have said before, a large amount of the training I have as an information professional is not extensive knowledge of the specifics of any one implementation, but a good dose of the general concepts behind them, and a confidence that when encountering a specific situation, that general knowledge will be enough to get to a specific solution. Or at least enough key phrases to toss into a search engine and read a good candidate page for the specifics of how to get something done. It makes me seem like I know much more about what I'm doing than I actually do. And knowing that there's the undo command available in most places means experimentation is much more possible than if it were not. I still sometimes have to work through people's anxiety or anger about the machine and what it will do to their material, but for the most part, I can get people to click and/or type in the places I would like them to so they get the desired result that we're both looking for.

If I can't actually succeed at getting something to work, I try to send along as detailed of bug reports as I can when there are inevitably tickets filed for things that are out of my control or I need to call in the people with the specialized skill set and knowledge base to fix things. (Learning how to file a good ticket is something I wish they taught everyone who works in libraries, and plenty of other places, too. It makes everyone's job easier when they have a handle of what the issue is, or when there's information in error messages being conveyed to help zero in on the problem.)

However, because I can manage to obtain and wield knowledge at an quick rate for helping people, I've also developed a little bit of a reputation for being good with machines, or manifesting beneficial supernatural auras around them, or being able to work through what the problem is that we're facing and find a solution to it. So I sometimes get or find on my own some of the more esoteric issues that show up. And sometimes I get to laugh my ass off when the solution presents itself. Observe:

The problem: Someone couldn't get to Google after signing in to the library's computer. That's not usually a thing, because, well, Google. So I observe the attempt and get to read the error message.

The error message: "Tunnel connection failed."

Hrm. While I'm not an expert in networking, running a quick search on that error message has the results come back and suggest there's something gone wrong with a proxy of some sort. Let's see if we can figure out what's going on here.

  • First check: we're not having a widespread network outage. Other computers are still going fine, so that's not the case.

  • Second check: Yep, all the cabling is plugged in at both ends, so that's not it.

  • Third check: Do websites other than Google load? Yes, they do, so the problem is not that all connections are being denied by whatever the proxy error is, just the one to Google. (Or to Google and some unknown number of other websites.)

  • Fourth check: Is it just this machine that's having trouble getting to Google?

    I grab the next public computer over, and check the following:
    • Can I get to Google if I use the secret superuser login? Yes.

    • Can I get to Google using my own library card and selecting the "unfiltered" Internet access option? Yes.

    • Can I get to Google using my own library card and selecting the "filtered" Internet access option?

      Nope! And the error message that I get back matches the error message I first saw when I started investigating.


We have a winner! Now I have an idea of what happened, and what the proxy server was that caused the problem.

So I ask what setting the user chose when logging in. The user confirms to me that they chose the "filtered" option when logging in. So I had to explain that to get to Google at this particular moment in time, they'd have to log out and choose the other option from whatever they chose this time around. The user might have been embarrassed about this happening to them. I wonder if they thought that engaging the filters would make them less likely to receive advertisements or spam or other kinds of things like that, and especially on topics they might not be interested in. Sadly, that's not the case, and while I have lobbied regularly to have proper extensions installed on the public machines that will do most of that malvertising and ad-blocking as a default, IT has not yet seen fit to include it in their deployment. (And they also have settled on Edge and Chrome as the browsers we offer, and Chrome nerfed the effective ad-blockers earlier this year because Alphabet is fundamentally an ad company that has some other software tools they offer.)

[Diversion: I don't particularly like filtering software. I think it causes more problems than it solves, and frankly, I would rather we didn't have to deal with it at all, but Congress, in their lack of wisdom, decided to tie federal e-rate discounts and funding to ensuring we have "technology prevention measures" in place to prevent the minors from looking at age-restricted material in the Children's Internet Protection Act (CIPA). CIPA should qualify as a four-letter word in my profession. So, to actually provide services for our users at a rate that will not be disastrous, we have to implement the filters, since that's the easiest way of ensuring compliance with the law.

The other problem I have with filters is that they tend to be things created with the idea of a parent that wants no information about the world outside to make it to their child's computer as their primary customer and who they set the defaults for. This almost always results in over-filtering, because the defaults are tuned to the parent that wants no pornography, and also no sexualities other than straight, and no gender identities other than cis, and no way of communicating with the outside world, and so forth. And the people most affected by this, our kids and teenagers, are the ones who are least likely to tell a library staff person, "Hey, this site is informative and not explicit, and yet you have blocked it with your filters. Please unblock it." Because that creates the possibility of a paper trail. The kids are more likely to find some method of circumventing the filters entirely rather than asking for them to be more appropriately tuned.]

I am not trying to show that I am having a right and proper laugh that our filtering software is now blocking Google, even on Google's own browser, because that could be interpreted as laughing at the plight or embarrassment of the user, and that's not acceptable behavior. But I do go and file a ticket about the fact that the filters are apparently now blocking Google, and we should probably fix that, since our landing page for public machines points at GMail as one of its major outbound links. Turns out things were going rather haywire with the filters in their entirety, and the whole thing needed to be wrestled back into the intended effects instead of what had happened to all of us, according to the ticket update. I can imagine how many other users were particularly nonplussed about this as well. And I wonder how many of our under-17 users, the ones who have filters automatically chosen for them, had a time with filters gone off the rails.

At the end of the story, even at the time it was happening to me, I also must once again grudgingly admit that I am a computer toucher who sometimes can solve problems as if I had magic. This is because of long experience in knowing where to put the chalk mark so that someone else can wallop it with a mallet later. (As the joke goes, an engineer is called in to fix a piece of malfunctioning machinery. He examines it, draws an X on a particular part of the machine, and then smacks it, bringing the machine back to full functionality. Later, the company receives a bill for $5000, an absurd amount of money, and demands the engineer itemize the expenses. He does so: "Chalk: $1. Knowing where to put it: $4,999.")

To drive the point home that week, a few days later, I had another instance of supposed computer magic. Someone was having trouble finding a thing they were sure they had saved to a personal OneDrive account they had signed into.

I could see the save on the local storage of the computer, and the folders that were on the signed-in OneDrive, but the file on the signed-in drive was not present.

  • Check one: "Would you save the file again, so I can see what's happening?"


After watching them go through the process of how they were saving, I realized that the shortcut in the saving menu, despite saying "OneDrive," and Microsoft Word assuring the user they were signed into OneDrive correctly, was diverting itself to the OneDrive that would be associated with the Windows account on the computer itself. Instead of the signed-into personal OneDrive, the "OneDrive" shortcut in Word was for our Windows account used to sign in to the machine and run the program for user control through library cards and guest passes.

Cue massive eyeroll from me, and perhaps a choice comment about how computers are remarkably stupid, because they do what we tell them to do, and sometimes because they make assumptions and have defaults that are not correct. If this weren't in a user-facing context, I might have peppered my response with a few four-letter words of my own.

Now that I had an idea of what was going on, I could explaining what was happening to the user, and from there, assist them through the save menus to get to the correct and proper OneDrive folder. Lo, and behold, the file promptly appeared after Word had been told where the correct path to save to. We made sure that the recently-saved document could be opened again, with the changes properly inserted, and, with the remaining time available to the session (I didn't mention it until now, but this was working under time pressure, both because an assignment was due and because the library computers were about to shut doen and restart, no time extensions possible.), figured out how to get a different document properly into edit mode so it could be then changed, saved, and uploaded for an assignment. The second upload happened with about 90 seconds left on the computer session, so you can probably also append a certain amount of "does excellent computer touching and calm instruction under pressure" to my skill list. (There have been more than a few times where I'm being called in at the last minute or something close to it and I have to manage to both create the save and get it off the local machine into something more permanent before the session expires. This is not fun, but I have several successes at this, including directing people through the process while they're panicking about losing all their work.)

I think of these things as something that any information worker could do, if they had the same knowledge base as I do to draw from. I may be faster at it, and possibly able to detect and error correct from a wider range of possibilities due to my experience at what commonly shows up in these situations, but, as with most of the things that I do and get paid for, I maintain that it is not rocket science, computer science, or magic. And, because it's not something like having to learn to program in a language, or to diagnose and fix things like the workings of a passenger vehicle, or to do whatever the hell it is that Chocolate Guy is up to right now, all of which seem to require a specialized body of knowledge and a large experience base, I think of it as easier to pick up, comparatively. I suspect a fair number of you, a strong amount of my coworkers, and a great number of my users that I have pulled through a potential panic situation, would strenuously object to the idea of it being "easier," even with me accounting for the amount of practice that I have at making things look easier than they actually are. As I mentioned at the top of the post, I see from backstage, rather than from the audience, and therefore I am very likely to need irrefutable proof that "no…no—no, that is not the kind of thing that anyone can just pull out of their hat on a moment's notice!" Supposedly, a grandparent on one side was reputed to have the lack of skill at cooking to burn water, so the ability to follow recipe is a significant improvement there.

And while I'm bashing my head against a computer problem for a game at this point and feeling very foolish about my inability to explain to a computer what's intuitive to me as a human, I have to remember that everything that I've accomplished so far is still pretty cool, even if it's not optimized, golfed, or doing things the "right" way all the time.

(It's a real pain in the ass, and the people who have been helping me with other problems freely admit it's a pain in the ass, because it's trying to do something with incomplete and possibly fuzzy information. I have to figure out how to get a computer to perform a sum of the values at particular indices of an array, and then, when that solution inevitably turns out to be wrong, to move one of the indicies up or down one and run the sum again, and if that doesn't work, to do it again until the correct sum is reached. The potential problem space is too large to brute-force efficiently, and there are imprecise hints about where to plant your initial guess and make small adjustments from.

Once I can get the computer to do the adjustments until it reaches a solution, I have to figure out how, when the values of the problem space change due to other actions, to recalculate the sum based on the index pair that I already know is right, because that shouldn't change over the course of an attempted solve, even if the imprecise hints do change, because while the indices of the hints haven't changed, the values those indices refer to have, and so the correct solution has changed as well.)

So we all have our strengths and weaknesses, and our specialized body of knowledge to apply to any given situation. I will marvel at your skills from the audience, while I shrug at my own, since I see and use them so much. I see chalk marks as the thing I'm doing, and the thing that people ascribe value to, and not necessarily knowing where to put them.

Typo du jour

Dec. 16th, 2025 02:35 pm
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These are all from the same auto-transcription closed captioning.

  • rosary phone (rotary phone)
  • content scripture (content description)
  • gaming council (gaming console)

This was from a presentation by an Irish group who teach cyber safety in schools. I don't remember how pronounced the presenter's accent was, but ah, those sure are some interesting errors.

Finally Updated My Media Tracker

Dec. 15th, 2025 10:11 pm
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Which included a bunch of American Political movies, watches/rewatches of said being inspired in part by current events.

Dave and Independence Day: When the East Wing got it, in memory of the White House, and a time when we expected presidents to be non-terrible, or at least rational. Also, Nenya hadn't seen them.

Good Night and Good Luck: Following Keith Olbermann turning out to be the real villain in the Olivia Nuzzi scandal, and me remembering that even when I agreed with his takes (circa the Bush administration), I thought he had a hell of a lot of nerve to use that sign off. Also, Nenya hadn't seen it. Also, I couldn't find a good quality copy of the 1986 biopic I grew up watching (though I see there's a passible one on YouTube).

A Few Good Men: Because a man made a lot of art that mattered to a lot of people, and that should still mean something. Also, I'd never seen it.

Book 116, 2025

Dec. 15th, 2025 11:33 pm
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Cat's Claw (Calliope Reaper-Jones, #2)Cat's Claw by Amber Benson

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


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I only had the epilogue of my “work” book to finish; therefore I brought it home this evening and read that last bit. The book was Cat’s Claw by Amber Benson (from Buffy!), and it’s the second in her urban fantasy series “Calliope Reaper-Jones”.

Callie is Death’s daughter, rendering her immortal. However, she chooses to forego that part of her life in an effort to be as human as possible. She works a ho-hum job, lives in a cramped apartment, and buys designer knock-offs. Because she owes a debt to Cerberus, one of the guardians of Hell, Callie is tasked with finding what became of a deceased ancient Egyptian named Senenmut, whose soul never arrived for processing. Callie has 24 hours to deliver Senenmut to Cerberus, or else she must take over his position as a guardian of Hell. Callie soon finds herself on an epic adventure that takes her to Purgatory, Target, and ancient Egypt. By the time all is said and done, Callie ends up in a throwdown showdown with an ancient goddess—one who wants to possess her immortal body.

The author did a fair job of providing enough backstory that I wasn’t floundering for reading book 2 in the series first. That being said, I wasn’t all that enamored of the story. Callie is quite immature, shallow, and self-absorbed. I had difficulty connecting with her. She did step up and stand up when the chips were down, however. Characters were portrayed well. As for the plot, it was a long book to have taken place over the course of 24 hours.

Favorite lines:
♦ Little did I know then how badly I was gonna get creamed in overtime.
♦ Abject terror is a great motivator. It kept my feet moving long after the rest of my body had already given up.

Not really my cuppa tea. Three stars

Water gardening with & without ducks

Dec. 16th, 2025 04:48 pm
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I've always loved water in gardens, but for some years I only managed that through bird baths, which are also handy for emergency plant watering. Then I discovered my local big box store had cheap plastic half barrels, which I've used to repot a couple of small trees, but it occurred to me one would be perfect as a water garden. They came with no drainage holes, but I cut those with a hole saw in the two used as planters. So I got a couple of small water lilies and a black taro (they like sitting in water), and another marginal plant, planted them up in some old perforated peg baskets, and hey presto. Mosquitoes are easily managed by putting a chunk of mozzie dunk in the water (it releases bacillus thuringiensis that kills mozzie larvae, harmless to anything else).

Everything was lovely until two weeks later when I came out one morning to find the tub filled with mud and ripped up water lilies. Ducks. The bastards had gotten in and savaged the plants, rooted about in the planters, and bitten off all the water lily leaves. Not eaten the leaves, just ripped them off. That was when I remembered why I'd never tried to make a water garden here before.

But I had a water garden now, although it took a day to lift and redo the peg basket planters, replanting the sadly denuded lily roots in each one and running the water in the tub clear with a hose. I wasn't going to let the duck pack get the better of me!

One thing I enjoy with gardening is DIYing things. I've made tripods and more complex plant supports, mesh cubes to cover brassicas for my wheelibeds, and so forth. I lay awake in bed trying to figure out how to keep the damn ducks out, and finally had a plan. The duck dome. (shown lifted up off the water garden tub)


1. A circle of hose, joined by jamming a 4 inch bit of thick bamboo in to hold the ends together (a system I often use to make small hose circles to raise pots up for drainage).
2. Four 4-inch bits of hose attached to that circle with the bottom side slit open so as to fit over the lip of the plastic tub. Easier to take it on and off with just a few attachment points.
3. A number of long, thin privet branches slotted into holes drilled in the main hose circle, bent over to make the dome and tied where they cross. I wasted some time researching where to get willow slips for this, then realised I had what I needed already - several Chinese privets that are invasive but provide shade, and I keep them trimmed so they don't flower. They have long, straight branches which I've been using for a while as plant supports.

All that remained was to assemble the bits. It went pretty smoothly, although the privet branches weren't perfectly straight, but it adds to the rustic look. I'm happy with it, and it's been duckproof so far. The water lilies are both making a comeback, as well.


In other news, I posted pics of our local reservoir dam on common nature, here.

And I'm now completely obsessed with Heated Rivalry on TV. In between episodes I look at all the meta, gifs and despairing posts from other similarly obsessed fans on tumblr, have read the books, am now listening to the audiobooks (Connor Storrie does a vastly better Russian accent than the readers manage - I gather real Russians think he's actually Russian!), and am trying not to rewatch the eps too many times in the gaping voids between Fridays. It's bloody inconvenient, as I have less than a week to finish my due South and SGA Santa fics, but I'll get there. Here are three meta pieces about how THE SEX IS THE POINT, two collected by [personal profile] machinistm, and one by Gav at the rec centre. Jacob Tierney is a fucking genius, and has taken Rachel Reid's (very readable) books to a new level, like Peter Jackson's loving LotR adaptations. Not to mention the explosive chemistry of Hudson Williams and Connor Storrie. Storrie is getting a little more attention as his performance of Ilya is spectacular, but I'm very fond of Hudson's Shane and when you see clips of Hudson being himself you realize how well and subtly he's performing the role. Plus Shane's such a sub; I just love him. God, four days to get through until Friday, but that's one ep a day, right? And then number five drops at 7pm. Not that I'm desperate, or anything...

2025 Books, Post 13

Dec. 15th, 2025 10:02 pm
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Saw the end of the year staring me down and got motivated to clear my shelves a little! And also I'm no longer in the busiest period of my year so I have a little more free brain space to read. I doubt I'll make it another full post before year's end, but we'll see, I still have one book bingo square to go ("sports or leisure activity" my beloathed, I may simply read a hockey romance novel since there are a bunch of them featured on the library ebook service right now thanks to the one show) and there are lots of options for me to enjoy!

Some very solid reads, and I finally read Tom Stoppard's Arcadia! )

And that's all for this time! Now it's a race to the end of the year!

Daily Happiness

Dec. 15th, 2025 07:44 pm
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1. Today I finished another big part of the project we're working on at work. It was a lot of double checking stuff and data cleanup, which was tedious but now we have workable data to upload, woohoo!

2. I had a couple things to mail today and managed to get to the post office a few minutes before they opened so there were only like four people in front of me and I was out of there in like twenty minutes. I was braced for worse since it's the holiday season.

3. Cutie Chloe.

The Godfather, Part II [1974]

Dec. 15th, 2025 07:24 pm
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Today's Hanukkah Video

Dec. 16th, 2025 02:27 am
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Posted by Mark Evanier

Here's Elliot Dvorin and the Key Tov Orchestra offering us a mashup of some songs about Hanukkah and some that aren't, along with some pretty impressive dancing…

Beads have arrived!

Dec. 15th, 2025 06:31 pm
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I lost the beads I was going to use for the two crocheted necklaces. (I think it's safe to say in *this* venue that I got commissioned to make a second one, and the second one is going more smoothly than the first one in all respects so far.)

Since the replacement beads included ones shipped from Czechoslovakia, I've been nervous that I won't be able to finish on time. (Which I still probably won't, but I can make An Effort now.)

The last of the replacement beads arrived today, and I am very happy with this. Will I get cracking on it? Well, probably not today.

Additionally, it's been a not as terrible as usual leg day. Hooray for physical therapy (and remembering to do it), and hooray for pain meds. (Yesterday I completely spaced my pain meds until bedtime. Surprised Pikachu was surprised at how horrible a leg day it was.)
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Eating Apples

Every time I eat an apple, I think
of my Uncle Buck eating apples,
or rather I think of my mom
telling me how he ate them,
my quiet uncle who loved horses
and who cracked open
the fresh wounds of our hearts
when the cancer claimed him
so soon after it claimed his brother,
my father. I might have seen it—
Uncle Buck eating lunch
in the shop office, air conditioner hissing,
the smell of oil and gas
laced with sweet apple
as he ate skin and flesh,
his eyes closed as he pushed on,
down and around and down,
biting through the green crunch of core
and the hard black seeds
until all that remained
was a slim brown crook of stem,
a comma that once linked fruit to tree.


— Carrie Green
originally published in Salvation South

Holiday memes 15

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Reindeer of Ember

Dec. 15th, 2025 08:45 pm
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Busy day. I had to get up and rolling earlier than usual so I could drop the Sparrowhawk off at his money-counting job at nine, and then have the car so I could drive over to Dragonfly's at 10. The Sparrowhawk got a ride home with one of his older lady friends, but the poor man didn't get home until 11:30 because of the complexities of the counting today. Not only have they started keeping track of the change by each denomination of change--pennies, nickels, etc.--but there were five separate collections to be accounted for, in 12 different categories. Meanwhile I was having a good talk with Dragonfly, followed by a nice lunch. I've de-spotted a bunch of shirts and have almost finished my Christmas cards, and thanks to the good efforts of the Sparrowhawk, we have gifts for everyone in the family.

Fuyu Diary

Dec. 16th, 2025 01:51 am
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2025 has been quite a year, the second half being a distinct improvement on the first. The first six months saw various troubles come my way, including a) the threat of redundancy for me and my Cardiff colleagues; b) my brother having a serious stroke; c) the Supreme Court changing the meaning of the Equalities Act to the opposite of that intended by its authors, and the EHRC turning that up to 11; and d) the roof having to be removed from my house and rebuilt, due to a design flaw in its construction.

On these various fronts - work, family, societal, domestic - 2025 took quite a scunner to me, and the feeling's been mutual. However, the second half has mitigated some of these issues. The threat of redundancy passed, at least for me; my brother is recovering, although it's a long road; the EHRC appears to have overreached itself and its more radically exclusionary policies are getting some pushback, though we're currently in a very fragile place and the country is being kept in a perpetual ferment against imaginary enemies, of whom I am but one; and the roof situation is (almost) resolved, with the scaffolding coming down just yesterday.

Nevertheless, I needed a holiday, so when my daughter told me that she'd be away for Christmas I saw the opportunity to come to Japan on my own for a couple of weeks, which is where I am now - staying, for the moment at a friend's flat in Akasaka. The area is full of embassies (my friend and her husband are both translators/interpreters among other things, so it's handy for work) and the new Prime Minister lives about 10 minutes' walk away, so it's quite a swanky area, though the swank is mostly hidden behind high walls and fences.

Coming to Japan these days is in large part about seeing friends. I took Naoko and Eric, the flat owners, to dinner on the first night, and the next day went to a lovely party at Miho's, where I discovered that my Japanese is still good enough to have good conversations, and even (like everyone else) to make a little speech, even if my jetlagged appetite wasn't quite up to making the most of the goodies begroaning the table.

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Yesterday I took a side trip to Kawagoe in Saitama - just a 45 minute train from Ikebukuro - which contains a district known since the early Edo period as 'Koedo' or 'Little Edo'. If you're based in Tokyo it's probably the easiest place to get to if you want to see 'old-time' Japanese shops and houses, which escaped the various depredations of the twentieth century. It's also a good place to buy a pickled cucumber, as I did in honour of former tenant Yuko, whose grandfather (I think it was) used to be a cucumber farmer in the area.

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Kawagoe seems to be the kind of place that everyone knows about, but despite (or because of) being so easy to get to surprisingly few Tokyo-ites have actually visited, and I will be recommending it highly to my friends, as I do to you.

This is my first time in Japan in December, so I'm not sure it's a fair comparison, but I've been struck by the relative sparcity of tourists. In particular, there are very few Chinese here, no doubt in large part because the Chinese government (which has taken offence at some of the new PM's more combative remarks) has discouraged people from visiting. It's not quite 2022 levels, but this is the first time in a long time - certainly in Tokyo - that I've see so few foreigners, other than in the mirror.

Then to the 'Blue Cave' illuminations in Harajuku/Shibuya, where I met up with Yoshiko, who translated my book into Japanese, before going with her to meet her publisher, Manabe, in the fanciest tonkatsu place I've ever seen, The Pretty Pork Factory - with an extensive menus that allows you to choose the breed of pig and the cut of meat, for an experience of fine-tuned gourmandism.

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As you'll have noticed, there's no escaping Christmas in this non-Christian country, even if you wished to. I've been Whamageddoned several times, and in Kawagoe I was even treated to Noddy Holder telling me that it was Christmas at the top of his voice, not far from this fish and chip van. Not that I've any objection!

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This is my very favorite traditional carol.



Jazz man mentioned this song today, which is one of his favorites.

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