The Decision

Jun. 25th, 2017 10:23 pm
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My take on the events leading up to and after that final scene in "Wag the Tongue Slowly". Here there be smut.

Words: 2182, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

old door phased itself out today

Jun. 25th, 2017 07:58 pm
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The 1995 P166 that has been until now door.murkworks.net has formally and abruptly retired itself. So I'm having to move the new box into place now. This is the DMZ box I was talking about earlier.

Henceforth, "Door" refers to "New Door," not the old machine that is broken. It is latest Debian.

Door has three network cards: eth0 going to cable modem, eth1 going to fixed IP LAN segment, eth2 going to DHCP LAN segment. Door is running both DNS and DHCP servers.

Door can see everything in the world, on all cards. Complete functionality.

DHCP side can see everything in the world, on all cards. Complete functionality.

Fixed IP machines can all see Door (including its DNS services), and each other, and talk to the DHCP side, but can talk to nothing living out on eth0.

tcpdump on Door shows Door handing off ICMP packets on eth0, so that direction seems okay.

I am not seeing ACKs coming back to Door on eth0 from google.com but I can't be sure they aren't doing something tricky and my filters are confused.

Kernel IP routing table
Destination     Gateway         Genmask         Flags Metric Ref    Use Iface
0.0.0.0         173.160.243.46  0.0.0.0         UG    0      0        0 eth0
173.160.243.40  0.0.0.0         255.255.255.248 U     0      0        0 eth1
173.160.243.42  0.0.0.0         255.255.255.255 UH    0      0        0 eth1
173.160.243.43  0.0.0.0         255.255.255.255 UH    0      0        0 eth1
173.160.243.44  0.0.0.0         255.255.255.255 UH    0      0        0 eth1
173.160.243.46  0.0.0.0         255.255.255.255 UH    0      0        0 eth0
192.168.1.0     0.0.0.0         255.255.255.0   U     0      0        0 eth2


Door is 173.160.243.41 (on eth0), 173.160.243.45 (on eth1), 192.168.1.1 (on eth2). 173.160.243.46 is the modem. 173.160.243.40 is a network to eth1.

Anybody know wtf?
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I can't believe it's taken the show more than fifty years to use that title. Teaspoon has ... okay, only four fics using it. That's less than I expected.

Anyway.

'No, dear, those were spoilers.' )

oh, yet again, damnit.

Jun. 25th, 2017 09:37 pm
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I just tripped walking up the stairs into my kitchen (my house is a split-level; it's only like 6 stairs). I landed on my worse knee (neither one of them is great), and bruised the front of the other ankle. At least I saved the glass I was carrying from breaking. I'm lucky I wasn't hurt any worse, of course, and grateful I have insurance if it had been...

...but that might not be true in a few months, so hi, I'm just going to sit here and have another anxiety attack brought on by the current administration, Paul Ryan, and all the rest of the flunkies who are trying to kill us all.

Happy Sunday.

Dragon fic

Jun. 26th, 2017 01:55 am
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Posted by jazzybea47

LFS where a village elder has girl thrown off a cliff to prove Rodney can turn into a dragon.  I'm sure I read this, but can't remember title or author.

Thanks i advange, you guys are great at finding stories.
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Posted by standardasparagus

Nigerian American writer Teju Cole also takes vivid photographs which, in his latest book, Blind Spot, he matches with passages of allusive prose.

"I see it as a unified story," he explains, "but one in which each fragment of prose is dense in the way that a poem is dense. There are thematic breadcrumbs scattered throughout the text, but, yes, it is oblique. It's not meant to be obvious, but a more psychologically resonant series of fragments that detonate on some deeper level."

Pride day!

Jun. 25th, 2017 10:07 pm
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So last night [personal profile] mashfanficchick and her mother picked me up around 12:30 and we went out for a snack to Omonia. I had a wonderful gelato thing with Kahlua. Then we went back to [personal profile] mashfanficchick's place, she opened the couch for me and we went to bed.

Next morning after I had my coffee we went and got breakfast at a deli and then went into the city. We had decided to skip the parade and just go to the festival after. Had trouble finding it, but eventually we did, and we went through the whole thing except the area that was cordoned off because there was a fire in one of the buildings along the street. But that was a minor part of the whole. Had a great time, and I am now covered in purple glitter that I'll have to shower off before I go to bed.

Then we came back to Queens, went to Starbucks to rehydrate, and met up with her mother to go out on the island to Ruby Tuesday's for dinner. Which was delicious. The FWiB called but obviously I couldn't talk long, but he is well.

They brought me home and all is well here. Went and picked up my laundry so I have something to wear tomorrow! And that's all.

Gratitude List:

1. Friends.

2. Pride.

3. The FWiB.

4. Clean laundry.

5. Saw a firefly outside my building tonight!

6. All well while I was gone.

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Jun. 25th, 2017 09:06 pm
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My grandpa is doing better! He's stable and the hospital is transferring him to a rehab facility for the rest of the treatment he needs.

He's much much better.

I'm so relieved and glad, I keep crying at nothing.
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The Winter Long by Seanan McGuire

4 of 5 stars

This is the eighth book in the October Daye series. I actually skipped ahead to this one because I'd heard so much about it, and despite my not having read some of the previous books in the series, it doesn't disappoint. Seanan McGuire has a nice, flowing prose style, with little to no infodumping, and does very well at revealing only what you need to know at any given moment. This avoids slowing the story down, and inspires trust in the reader. You know the twists are coming, but in the meantime, you've got a bang-up story to enjoy. 
 
What's outstanding here, however, is the worldbuilding, the characterizations, and the relationships. The world of Faerie existing concurrently with our modern world is a staple in urban fantasy, to the point of become cliche, unfortunately. However, few urban fantasy writers dive as deep into Faerie as McGuire. (I would say the only author to match her is Laurell K. Hamilton, but Hamilton's Faerie is much more pornified.) Toby's world is rigorously thought out and explored, with all its implications and potential (and real) nastiness. (Such as the racism exhibited towards changelings, for example.) This is a world that has left a deep mark on its protagonist, a world where Toby has suffered and has the scars to prove it. 
 
Toby herself, as the central character, is just lovely. She's deeply loyal to her friends, and if in the past she had a habit of charging off half-cocked, she's making a conscious effort to slow down and think. She's also working on accepting help from other people, in particular her boyfriend Tybalt. The foundations of her relationships and family--both her blood family and her found one--are dragged into the open and examined here, and like everything to do with family, the results are sometimes messy. Not all hurts can heal, and not all things can be forgiven. All of these little ins and outs of the people in this book are fascinating, and (as so many people have said) the Luidaeg is a delight. She can scare the piss out of Toby, and does, but Toby loves her anyway, and does something for her that will obviously have major repercussions going forward. 
 
This book is smartly plotted and paced, and very satisfying. Urban fantasy, as a genre, is not as popular as it used to be, and for good reason: in past years, the market was glutted with it, and a great deal of it was not so great. (I know, as I read quite a lot myself.) But this series is superior, and definitely a keeper.

Resistspo!

Jun. 25th, 2017 09:34 pm
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Inspiring image (SFW):

https://gallery.mailchimp.com/89f86c716478b4e4af646df13/images/7bced22b-5261-428b-b4c7-4b35fe368f02.jpg

Inspiring quote, which I found, of all places, in a memoir about de-cluttering, and comes, of all places, from the musical "Annie""

Don't it feel like the wind is always howlin'?
Don't it seem like there's never any light?
Once a day don't you want to throw the towel in?
It's easier than putting up a fight.


It's a hard-knock life!

[CoC: HotOE] Le Comte

Jun. 25th, 2017 07:44 pm
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​​Dramatis Personae
  • Luc Durand, French Professor of Linguistics
  • Radovan Venclovic, Romani ex-soldier
  • Rosaline St. Clair, American Antiquities Dealer
  • Valentina Durnovo, Russian Countess/Gentlewoman
  • Yan Nikolaev, Bulgarian police inspector

After taking the weapons distributed by Major Kristova's associates, the inspectors sat and waited until dawn. The professor sat by himself, casting surreptitious glances at the major's associates and wondering if they could be trusted. The countess offered up a brief prayer in memory of Jazmina, thinking of all the people she had lost. Radovan cleaned the shotgun he had taken, checked his ammunition, and otherwise fell back into his soldier training. Rosaline stared off into space, almost in shock.

Near dawn, they all piled into a truck and drove southeast of Sofia, to a set of caves near a smaller village. The entrance had been concealed and behind was an obvious emplacement for an ambush, with barbed wire and sandbags set up in front of a machine gun emplacement. The actual machine gun was lying yards away, smashed to uselessness against a rock wall. There were several trucks parked nearby but all of them had ruptured fuel tanks and were undriveable. The major surveyed the carnage, hoisted his rifle, and shared a grim expression with his men. There would be no prisoners.

The cave was completely dark, with a slick floor and unsteady footing. Further in were cave paintings, a bison and hunters frozen in time. The passages looped in on themselves as the group descended further and further into the earth, and finally they heard the sound of boiling water and the faint stench of decay. Through a jagged arch of rocks was a giant chamber, full of echoes, and liberally strewn with bodies with a strange pyramid in the center. As the police fanned out and secured the room, the investigators moved in an examined the scene. The bodies had been torn apart, still clutching weapons that had proved useless against what they had faced. Radovan examined the bodies and found that there was much less blood than there should be. He looked closer and and realized that they were already starting to rot, and then realized that only parts were staring to rot. Parts which had been attached to living bodies by unnatural means.

As Radovan reeled back, the countess moved to see what was wrong and, as she crossed the room, she saw her own eye staring at her from a dead man's eye socket.

The major followed a trail of blood toward a crevice leading upward, with the sky visible through the other side. It was far too narrow for a human to make it through, and he abandoned any attempt to follow the trail. As the group approached the pyramid, they realized that it was made of skulls. Fifteen feet high, growing more and more fleshy as it rose. The top was flat, possibly intended to be used as a platform, and the countess mused that the head may be here. Radovan tried to climb and backed off in disgust when one of the skulls fell on him, and Rosaline suffered a similar fate. Yan asked what they were doing, and when the professor explained he asked for a boost and easily climbed the pyramid of skulls. It was strangely stable, and from the top he could a shrine on top with a pillow, bearing the indentation of a heavy object but otherwise empty. Yan called down that there was nothing there except the shrine, and then climbed down.

Following another trail of blood that led behind the pyramid, the group entered a narrow passage and found a dead cultist who had been torn to sheds. Behind him was a small opening, two feet in diameter, that descended down into the depths of the earth. Rosaline shined a light down but couldn't see anything, and Radovan dropped a rock. When the sound came back, Rosaline reached a hand in, twisting her arm around the passage's turns, and felt two garlic cloves and something smooth, with eye sockets. She lost her footing and her check against the rock, but reached further and further and pulled out the Head of the Sedefkar Simulacrum.

As they existed the small passage, they noticed that most of the bodies on the ground had gone missing.

Radovan stared, seemingly in shock, but the group noticed that the other policemen were still there and had seemingly missed the bodies. One of the police shouted something, and the group noticed movement in the darkness, something darting around in the shadows. Climbing the walls and crawling along the ceiling, and a Yan called out to the major that they needed to leave immediately. A hundred feet from the exit, things came charging out of the shadows. Long-clawed, red-eyed, sharp-toothed, muzzled gray-skinned monsters, and the group prepared for battle.

Shots range out as the investigators fired at the rushing group of monsters. The major made the first kill, blasting one with its shotgun and sending it falling apart in a spray of accelerated decay, but then the monsters were on them. One of them hit Yan, knocking him to the ground, but Yan brought his pistol up and blew it apart. Another clawed Radovan and tried to seize him, reaching around Radovan's attempt to push it off and sunk its fangs into Radovan's neck...and then it crumbled as the major shot it in the head. Rosaline crushed a clove of her garlic and the creature attacking her backed off, hissing. As one of the monsters approached the professor, he drew forth the Mims Sahis, slashed the vampire, and cut it in half.

As the countess backed away from the creature attacking her, the major shouted at them to run and ordered Yan to follow them. Rosaline threw another clove to the major and the investigators moved toward the cave entrance, avoiding the creatures who reached for them, and fled through the passage toward the surface and into the sunlight. The monsters' footsteps followed them through the tunnels, but as they left the tunnel their flesh seared in the sunlight and they fled howling into the caves. The major, having followed them, punched the wall in fury and stalked to his truck. He said he had lost good men and there would be vengeance, and pulled out dynamite and passed it out to the investigators. They laid it down, triggered it, and an explosion sealed the entrance to the horrible caves where the Butchers had their temple.

Rosaline applied first aid to Radovan's wounds as the professor carefully examined the wound's reaction to sunlight. It seemed benign, and Radovan claimed that no blood was drawn, but the professor watched him all the way back to Sofia. There, the major and Yan had a private discussion and then Yan said that he would travel with them to accompany them on their trip. Yan grabbed his equipment and they all returned to the investigators hotel, where they had an almost supernatural compulsion to reassemble the Sedefkar Simulacrum.


Each investigator saw something of themselves in it, and they spent some time gazing at it. Yan asked them their plan, and the investigators explained the Shunned Mosque, the Brotherhood of the Skin, and the need to destroy it. The professor explained about Le Comte and the expectation that he would be coming for them, soon, and the investigators split up to prepare. The countess bought garlic, Yan bought wood to be whittled into stakes and "acquired" some holy water from a local church, and the professor picked up the Arabic translation materials he had had forwarded to Sofia. The professor wrote letters to his sons and daughter, and the countess bought a fashionable eyepatch. Then, they boarded the train for their last night on the Orient Express.

The investigators were exhausted, but they knew they were in danger. The professor suggested they crush garlic and apply it to the seams of the outdoor windows. Yan suggested that they jam the doors in their rooms that led to other rooms, and the countess suggested that they set a watch. After an uneasy dinner, they returned to their rooms and fell asleep, and in the night, there was a knock on the countess's door. Her questions as to the identity of the person were answered only with more knocks. The noise alerted Yan and Radovan, and Yan peeks out into the hall and saw a conductor. The conductor seemed to be sleepwalking, but they raised a shotgun, slowly, and fired. The sound raised screams and and shouts, and as the conductor raised his shotgun, Yan charged. The conductor moved backward just in time to be hit by Rosaline and the countess opening the door to their room.

As conductors came running and shouted at Yan about whether to arrest the conductor, the conductor who had the gun protested his ignorance and eventually was led away. After some brief argument about what to do, the investigators drifted into uneasy sleep. After about an hour, the professor heard a whispered voice demanding that he return the "skin." The professor said nothing, retrieving some garlic, and knocked on the door to the women's room. As the voice ranted, Rosaline knocked and the professor opened the door, shushing her. Eventually Le Comte promised to kill one passenger per hour that the Simulacrum was not returned, and the voice fell silent.

Waking the others up, the professor explained the situation. The investigators decided that they would have to track down Le Comte and destroy him, and so they girded for battle and proceeded to the Fourgon, where they assumed that Le Comte must have some coffin that protects him from the sun. As they walked down the corridor, they heard a roaring sound, and coming around the corner they saw a tiger that sprang on Yan, biting him! As the tiger's fangs sank into his flesh, Yan drove his stake into the tiger, but it didn't seem to have any effect. Rosaline crushed some garlic and hurled it at the tiger, and it recoiled and its body rippled and twisted into the form of a man. A horrific mockery of the human form, long arms and covered in scars, with a muzzle-like face, rotted nose, and hideous fangs. The countess threw holy water to no effect, Le Comte stared at Radovan but Radovan fired his shotgun, blowing a hole into Le Comte. Then the professor pulled out the Lover's Heart. The red light of hatred seared the ancient monster's face, and its body fell apart into mist as it fled.

As they entered the salon car, they were questioned by a conductor, but Yan managed to bluster enough to ward him off. To assuage further suspicious, Rosaline, Yan, and Radovan briefly went back to their room, but the professor and the countess stayed for a drink. As they drank, they heard from another passenger than one of the passengers had died.

The others returned and the professor told the conductor that he needed to retrieve something from this luggage and the conductor, who seemed unsteady on his feet, shuffled aside. They entered the Fourgon and began to search, frantically looking for a coffin or something large enough for one. They found an unregistered crate, clearly large enough to contain a body. Radovan and Yan pried it open and found a coffin, padlocked shut, and the investigators forced it open. The coffin cracked open, revealing a layer of blood-soaked earth and...Le Comte, who opened his eyes and attacked.

Yan hurled garlic and Rosaline tried to stake the vampire, who clawed her across they face, dropping her with hideous wounds. The vampire leaped up and stared at Yan to no effect, and Radovan grabbed Yan's carbine and fired, blasting a hole in the vampire. The countess quickly bandaged Rosaline as the professor pulled out the Lover's Heart and, in Latin, intoned, "Tullius Corvus, go now to thy reward!" The red beam illuminated the vampire, spreading like a bloodstain across his body, and the shock of hearing his name was the last thing he knew as his body exploded into dust and the ancient monster was finally laid to rest.

In the chaos of the passenger death, the investigators were able to scatter the blood-soaked earth and destroy the coffin. They told the conductors that there had been an anarchist bomb in the unregistered coffin, and surprisingly their story was accepted. They finally went to sleep, knowing that one threat had been dealt with, but they were traveling straight into the maw of danger.
Annals of the Fallen
  1. Gianni Abbadelli, Italian Vatican Parapsychologist, arm torn off by čudovište in Vinkovci, February 8th, 1923.
  2. Demir Sadik, Turkish Revolutionary/Field Medic, devoured by the living lair of the Baba Yaga in the forests outside Orašac, February 13th, 1923.
  3. Jazmina Moric, Croat Linguist, killed by a thrown grenade during a battle with the Butchers at Sofiiski Universet, February 15th, 1923.
Crawl 'til dawn
On my hands and knees
God damn these vampires
For what they've done to me


I definitely thought we were going to lose Rosaline this session, but the countess pulled a clutch first aid roll at the last moment! And it's a good thing that none of us approached the windows. There's a lot of terrible things the vampire can do from the safety of outside the train.

Le Comte is finally dead (through the professor doesn't entirely think so, and he's followed us across Europe this far so I don't think it's entirely unreasonable to be suspicious). Now we just have the Brotherhood left to deal with. Just.

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Jun. 25th, 2017 09:16 pm
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New Doctor Who episode yesterday, the first part of the season finale!

And I didn't even watch it until today, and it was only a momentary diversion...



...because I am currently obsessed with Twin Peaks.

Is anyone else as obsessed with Twin Peaks right now as I am?

Where are good fandom places? I've already been all over Tumblr and Reddit.

Purple!

Jun. 25th, 2017 07:52 pm
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I am officially purple for the summer. My hair had been quite long, falling below my shoulder blades, and I was excited to get it cut short. The goal was a short, stacked bob that could tuck behind my ears but was by my ear lobes. I showed her this picture. So totally not what I got. I have been seeing her for years, and she knows my tastes well, and she is probably quite used to my "short but not really" and didn't get that I wanted actual short. I like it, I'd actually eyed some similar cuts and I think I can do fun stuff with it, but I'm still disappointed. I wanted drastic. If she'd taken it up another inch or two to make it like Carey Mulligan, I think I'd have been happier. But she was busy and she got started with me half an hour late and I'd already had to push my date back 45 minutes, so I had to leave.

And was still late. But she was super understanding and flexible! The mall was a great first date--we wandered and got lost and explored and sniffed many kinds of tea, and smelled the Lush store at the same time and dashed over, and chatted for awhile when we ran out of mall again. She was very nice, very reserved and introverted and we managed to have even more in common than I'd have thought possible. (Including a mutual love of snow and winter, ha.) Conversation was pretty easy, and I managed to be sparkly, but there wasn't really a spark of any kind. It was fun, and comfortable, but I didn't end up giddy and excited, you know? And I did a lot of the talking and the work. It's hard to picture a lot of time with someone where I'm the more extroverted one. Perhaps she gets sparkly later.

We did discuss a possible second date of going to a theater performance that she'd really loved that sounded super fun, so that's a possibility. And she had an extra ticket to Leslie Odom Jr in August that she offered me and I accepted and maybe I shouldn't have? LOL I don't know. She was like, ignore me if this is weird! But... And I don't have plans that day, but it's an 8:30 outdoor concert over an hour away. And it's in 6 weeks. I feel like I might need to claim a work day.

Oh, hilariously, she was at the Gardens the same day I took I.! I wonder if we saw each other? So funny, I wonder what the odds are. We both got hailed on.

She texted today while I was at work, so I will respond, but I am a little at a loss of how to proceed. I guess it's worth a second date, but I am settling back into my, "Well, I put myself out there, time to recharge for a few months before trying again" mindset, ha.

But most importantly, I am on vacation and less than 24 hours from having a Krissy here and that is super delightful. I finished half my cleaning this morning, will finish the other half in the morning, and then FUN TIME YAY. <3
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One might have expected me to actually draw Rocket Hat wielding the battle spatula, but I think we all know me better than that by now.

This comic is the first appearance of the second, and final, moon minion costume. It is, for the record, adult sized footie pajamas. Most people didn’t figure that out, because I never did a comic where you clearly saw the moon minion’s feet.

Hey, by the way, my latest book, Run Program, is out now! It's a book about a rogue AI that has the intelligence of a child. You might think that would make the AI less dangerous, but you'd be wrong. Anyway, I'm quite proud of it. Please check it out, if you have a chance.

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Posted by Deoridhe

Sherman Alexie (his website) speaks about his mother and the world.

"Scholars talk about the endless cycle of poverty and racism and classism and crime. But I don't see it as a cycle, as a circle. I see it as a locked room filled with the people who share my DNA. This room has recently been set afire and there's only one escape hatch ten feet off the ground. And I know I have to build a ladder out of the bones of my fallen family in order to climb to safety."

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