Now I only have one fandom left, but it's a doozy. I imported just over 50 fics over the last two weeks in all the other fandoms combined, and now I've got around 75 pop fics left that are not yet on the archive. So that's going to be a chunk of work. I might take a short break first, because it's a little weird spending so much time in past headspace. But otoh I don't want to lose my momentum.
Anyway, I periodically go through looking for new fic on AO3, and the best way (imo) to do this is to click on the Harry Potter works tag, sort by date, and then put "kudos>100" (or whatever other kudos threshhold you choose, today I picked 1000 because it's such a huge fandom) so you only get stuff a lot of people have liked. (If you just go "sort by hits" or "sort by kudos" in a fandom as old as Harry Potter, you only get the oldy-goldies, which I've mostly read already or know I won't like.)
I also have AO3 Savior, a greasmonkey script added on to my browser that allows me to blacklist tags and such. Items tagged with stuff I don't want to see show up in Works lists as blocked, with reason for blocking.
I went looking for Harry Potter fic today. Apparently, a VERY high percentage of popular fic right now has either character bashing or Voldemort sexytimes. Also! I have "*/Tom Riddle" and "Tom Riddle/* both blacklisted (the asterisk tells it to block anything there, so I don't have to go through and list alllll the possible Tom Riddle pairings). But apparently, if I want to block threesomes with Riddle, I have to ALSO blacklist "*/Tom Riddle/*"
Why do so many people want to write and read about Voldie sexytimes?!? I do not get it! I'm not judging, you do you, but gah.
(The bashing is, alas, a Harry Potter trend of longstanding. Thank you to everyone who a) realizes that that is what you are doing and b) tags it properly.)
Anyway, I'm still reading Ninefox Gambit and enjoying it a lot. My health is better. Not "healthy person" better, but definitely better than it's been in say, two years. I'm going to London soon, which is so, so exciting.
The thesis has been... awful, but awful in the usual academic-grind sort of way.
This morning my maternal grandmother's youngest sister died. I couldn't make it to the funeral, but weekend plans (mostly thesis plans) will have to be altered to go grieve with family. Her granddaughter just got married a few weeks ago.
I'm sad, even though I didn't spend a lot of time with her in recent years, since my grandparents died and we stopped celebrating their birthdays and anniversaries as big family events.
My grandmother was 12 when she and her sisters and her mom and her grandma and two of her female cousins were all living in a Nazi concentration camp. This sister, the youngest, remembers that time the least, but she was old enough then to help with the missions, where their mom would send them out in pairs to try and escape the camp illegally and get food and supplies in the nearby village.
Every outing meant risk of capture and death, so the girls always went in pairs with a cousin, not a sister. My great-grandmother wanted to ensure that she could never be blamed for putting her own children ahead of her nieces.
Anyway, it's a sad day. My own grandmother in New York just got out of a 3 month stay at the hospital, and I'm grappling with the fact that it's very likely I'll never see her again.
The sun is shining, and there are flowers outside, and I still have a bed and a kitchen and a closet that are entirely my own. I suppose that's something.
2. The wind chime hanging there.
3. The herb garden in a window box there.
4. The pretty string of solar-powered LED lights I just festooned there, to bring sparkle to the long evenings.
5. Sunshine, blue sky, sweet breeze, greenery all around.
I think I might tackle the Harry Potter stuff next, and then the X-Files. I'll leave pop for last since it's going to be the biggest bear. Also I realized there's yet another issue I'm going to have to figure out: I joined in two co-authored popslash stories, and I feel like I ought to get an ok from the other authors ahead of time if I were to import those, but I don't have current contact information for some of the authors. And even for those whom I can probably track down, I have the impression they may not be as into the idea of reposting old works as I am. So I guess those stories may get left by the wayside also.
The deeper I get into this project, the more I realize that getting "all" my stuff in one place is an impossible ideal. Apart from the ones already mentioned, there are things like not!fic and WIP amnesty pieces in my journal fic tag, and filks and fannish jokes on my old site, which I can't see posting on AO3. I mean, it's allowed, and people do, but that stuff is in a different category in my head somehow than finished fic, and I can't see myself treating it the same way. And, y'know, I'm not going to type up the Labyrinth sequel script that my friend and I wrote in a notebook in junior high. So the record will always be incomplete. I'm consoling myself by singing THAT'S HOW THE LIGHT GETS IN.
Also, I am hovering really close to burnout, and so I don't think I should do any more ficathons for a while, much as I love them. The last two, I wasn't able to actually get myself to write until the deadline was bearing down on me, and then I was in pure panic-mode and not really able to make good writing and editing decisions. (Thank you to those who have held my hands through this.) I don't need the extra stress.
Anyway! I like this fic, here it is.
Title: A Purpose-Driven Life
Fandom: Agent Carter
Characters: Dottie Underwood, Agnes Cully | Whitney Frost
Word Count: 6,194
Betaed by: sapphire2309
Written for: sapphire2309
Summary: Dottie escapes the Red Room as a child. Everything goes differently from there.
AN: ::hangs head in shame:: Why yes, yes I DID accidentally ask my recipient to beta for me without even realizing it until I went to post. I AM SO SORRY, SAPPHIRE2309! I swear I will never ask for a beta without double-checking who the recipient is!
AN2: Yes, I know, I have fiddled with the timeline. According to the show, Dottie Underwood was a pre-teen in 1937, while Whitney Frost was already an adult living in California and starting to work as a model/actress by 1934. I have made Dottie older and Whitney younger, to match.
AN3: I was not able to figure out the cost of a mob hit in the 1930s. However, I was able to find the cost of hiring a hitman in 2013 (https://priceonomics.com/how-much-does-
AN4: in your letter, you said you love stone-cold-terrifying villain!Whitney, but you also ask for what would have happened if she'd gotten what she wanted (science) in the first place. And I think in that case, she wouldn't have needed to become stone-cold-terrifying villain.
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( Vsevolod's hands scrabbled for purchase on the side of the building, and, desperate, he hissed at her to help. )
Brexit negotions start tomorrow even though we don't actually have a government, and those theoretically in charge are still pushing for leaving the customs union, ending freedom of movement, etc..
The Guardian: Big business leaders press Theresa May to rethink hard Brexit
David Davis, the Brexit secretary, says on Sunday that he would head into Monday’s Brexit talks aiming to “secure a deal that works for all parts of the United Kingdom”, but signalled that the plan was still to leave the customs union and reduce immigration.
So, still "contact your MP" time.
grenfell is still doubling all donations until match funds run out (and have also started releasing funds in emergency cash via the groups that have established themselves on the frontline, i.e. not via RBKC who are apparently continuing to fail to provide co-ordination, organization, or much of anything)
The Home Office are helping Mohammad Alhajali's family get to the UK, so no more need to sign that petition.
https://grenfellsupport.wordpress.com looks very useful.
North Kensington Law Centre are providing legal education and support to residents affected by the fire: their donations page -- this would be a good thing to donate to as there may be issues with the general funds being used for legal support.
RBKC have £270 million in reserves. As far as I can see, that means they could afford to buy nice property in North Kensington at market prices to rehouse the survivors.
2. I splurged on a lily plant at the (boring Western) grocery store. It has bright orange flowers. (I have planted a few daylilies, but they won't bloom until later in the summer.) Now there is something bright and beautiful beside my front door.
3. My condo has air-conditioning, and wow, that feels good.
4. I think tonight's dinner will be fresh noodles with roasted baby bok choy from the farm (and the marinated chicken thighs I cooked up a few days ago), plus a big green salad with lemon-tahini dressing.
5. The days right now where I live are so long. I love, love, love the long daylight.
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I also spent Saturday, when I wasn't doing thesis stuff, reading Ninefox Gambit by yhlee.
Someone on twitter told me the book's first 100 pages were very difficult to get through, but after that it was worth it. I'd say that the first 50 pages are the exposition/introduction, and if I hadn't been prepared for them I might have indeed quit at that point because it just felt very dense in details and low on stakes, but after those 50 pages the story actually starts, and maaaaan.
I've missed just ENJOYING a science fiction book. Not reading for research, or an article, or a review, but just... reading. Purely for my own pleasure. And this book is so, so much fun. Usually when I wake up on weekdays I watch something on my ipad in bed for a few minutes, like a buzzfeed video or a daily show clip or whatever. I do it in between checking my email and whatever.
This morning I woke up, reached for Ninefox Gambit, read it for the 5-10 minutes I have for that stuff in the morning, and was SO SAD to put it down to go to work. I didn't even touch my ipad or my phone.
In a way this book deserves to be read in increments, and I wouldn't actually recommend binging it, because it's so thick in details and nuance and worldbuilding, the details take time to settle, at least for me.
In other news, today is a special day in novella land. Instead of a chapter, there's bonus material! Specifically, a map that goes with the story.
When official voices for a charity or a cause ask for stuff, you can give stuff. Give what they request, only what they request, and in good condition. Don't give unwashed or unfolded clothes. Don't give expired or open food. Don't dump and run.
Give money. Give time. Give votes. And if you know they want your stuff, give stuff.
After Hurricane Katrina, waterlogged schools full of developing mold were inundated with donations -- of textbooks from the 1960s, torn paperbacks nobody wanted, and old national geographics. Then it became their problem to throw away someone else's unwanted stuff.
Don't make suffering people the solution to your problems about not wanting to throw unusable clothes in the trash. Don't make them the repository of your helpless survivor's guilt.
From The Guardian's liveblog of Grenfell Tower aftermath:
He added: “I haven’t seen this much aid out of a war zone, but the council just hasn’t stepped in. There is too much in the way of donations. But the problem is how to get it to the right people, and what you do with the surplus. One man, I’m sure with the best of intention, left a massive box full of milk - and now volunteers have to figure out what to do with a box of gone-off milk.”
From twitter user pastelchalk:
She turned up in Range Rover 4x4 & gave over a bag of bedsheets. I check them just to make sure & the bed sheets had blood stains on them— Eleanor* not a demon (@pastelchalk) June 15, 2017
Just because someone has lost absolutely everything doesn't mean you can give them the absolute dregs of your consumptive waste!— Eleanor* not a demon (@pastelchalk) June 15, 2017
We feel bad throwing things away. Find a charity that actively wants your things, or suck it up. We feel bad being okay when disasters happen. Go volunteer to help, or become an activist for those trying to prevent similar tragedies, or write a check, or suck it up. The best of intentions and a fiver will buy you a cup of coffee.
A few things:
- There is a typo in the second line.
- If this agent gave more than lip service to how important the local touch is, they would not be trying to steal business away from our local agent, who actually DOES live here, and learned at the knee of the guy who started the agency and who ALSO lived here. Like, if you care that your agent knows the town and community, why would you choose the agent from fifty miles away instead of the one who is very successful and right here in town?
- If the agent sending out the flyers actually knew the town, they would know that this is a parsonage, and as such EXCEPTIONALLY unlikely to be sold.
2. Rosé wine. It tastes yummy and it looks like summer in the glass. (I opt for dry rosés rather than sweet ones; I'm especially fond of the Underwood one from Oregon.)
3. Last night I saw a hummingbird at my new feeder! It's the only one I've seen so far, but at least one hummer has found the feeder, and I live in hope that perhaps it will bring friends.
4. I finished Roxane Gay's new memoir Hunger last night. It is intense, and not easy reading, but I am so glad to have read it; her voice is powerful and needs to be heard.
5. I have (most of) my Club Vivid outfit and I am pleased! I still need accoutrements, and don't even talk to me about shoes, but I am a happy camper. :-)
How are y'all?