May 3rd, 2016
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] forthright!
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posted by [personal profile] the_comfortable_courtesan at 09:34am on 2016-05-03

I stir and wake for a moment to hear a gentle tapping at my door in a particular pattern that signifies that our plan has succeed’d – sure I might like to hear more, but 'tis the middle of the night and much as I might like dear Josiah in my bedchamber, ‘twould not be prudent to invite him in.

So go I back to my slumbers, until I am quite wrencht out of 'em by a scream and a deal of running to and fro and crying out.

Alack that the role I have cast myself in requires that, instead of running out to find out what’s ado, I should be cowering in my bed with my head beneath the blankets.

I thus sit up in bed and try to discern from the noises what is afoot.

There is a gentle tap upon my door that I recognize to be Eliza; I unlock the door and let her in.

O, my dearest C-, she cries, such a to-do!

I apprehend, says I, sitting down upon the bed and drawing my feet under me, that there has been a to-do. Sure even a silly creature of no education might consider that the unwont’d noises in the middle of night were due to some to-do.

Eliza kisses me upon the nose and says she confides that their most curious of C-s is in quite a state of agitation to know what went forth.

O, you wick’d wild girl, do not teaze!

She sits down next to me and clasps her hands in her lap. You must apprehend that Mrs K- was taken in the very act of removing the leather bag containing her necklace from one of the hot-house beds –

Sure, says I, I am appriz’d of that matter –

- and while I doubt she may be taken up as a thief for purloining her own property, I confide that the story will get about extreme expeditious within Society and will not be to her credit. So, she was conduct’d to her chamber, along with her treasure.

And 'twas suppos’d that the both of them would be departing very early the morn. But scarce had all made their way back to their own beds, and been in their first sleep, when there was a horrible scream and a deal of noise and so there was a very general rush to the spot to see what went forth.

And will you ever arrive at what went forth? say I somewhat ill-temper’d.

Why, says Eliza, that provokingly kisses my nose again, 'twas Mr D- K- that had set about his good lady as if he intend’d murder, crying out upon her, and she screaming, and then – sure I do not know how it was he just happen’d to be passing, for his own chamber is nowhere near – Sir H- Z- broke in upon them and endeavour’d to drag Mr K- away from his victim –

And sure they made enough racket betwixt them all about the matter that it brought a deal of the company running.

Sure, says I primly, I understand that the law permits a husband to chastise his wife but this sounds somewhat in excess of what the law might approve.

Indeed I should hope so! So they are taken off to separate chambers with some distance between 'em, and her maid comes out to tend her injuries, and there is some talk of sending for a surgeon. So as I am sure she did not greatly desire a crowd standing about gaping upon her and exclaiming, I came at once to tell you the matter.

Well! says I, when thieves fall out! Sure, I go on, were I to engage in a plot that requir’d me to steal my own jewels, I think I would do somewhat that it would not look particular, by taking some that were not my own –

Sure she is not the equal of our most contriving of C-s!

But I daresay they should not be thrown out of the house too precipitate for fear he will then continue his attack. And while she is an entire b---h, and somewhat of a w---e, I would not have her murder’d by one who was her confederate.

That is our tenderest-heart’d of C-s!

This is our sleepiest of C-s, says I, sure this has been a broken night, and moreover tomorrow is Sunday and I confide that we must be up betimes in order to go to church.

My darling sighs. Indeed we must.

She leaves me (tho’ indeed I wish she might stay), and I crawl back into bed. I settle myself for sleep, for I do not need to puzzle about how Sir H- Z- came there. I confide that he must have had some assignation somewhere in the upper floors, for I daresay there are those among the footmen that are quite willing to be obliging to a gentleman.

I am woken rather earlier than I should entirely like by Docket with my chocolate, and the news that there was a great brangle in the house last night to do with those nasty creatures the K-s.

Well, Docket, says I, today is Sunday, and we should try to be in charity with our fellow-men.

Docket sniffs, and says she supposes I will be going to church?

Indeed, I say, 'tis proper behaviour.

I go down to breakfast dresst suitably sober to go to church after. I see Milord looking somewhat troubl’d, but making a hearty breakfast at least. I assure him that I do not require an account of the night’s occurrences. I am mostly heartily reliev’d to hear it, says he in an undertone, tho’ I should desire you to apply your talent for contrivances to the imbroglio we now find ourselves in.

I daresay, says I, that 'tis not like when two children have been fighting, and one makes them shake hands and be friends once more.

He sighs and says sure one sees better ton in the nursery at R- House. But let me get you a little breakfast, Lady B-.

I look about the room. The B-s are present, and Lord and Lady T-, Sir B- W- and Susannah, Biffle, Lady Z- (but not Sir H- Z-), and my darlings. I sit down in the place next to Milord, and he brings me a nice little plate of breakfast and a cup of coffee.

Lady Z- moves towards me and says how very providential ‘twas that Sir H- was sleepless last night, and did what he will usual do on such occasions, go see if he can climb onto the roof and look up at the night sky (sure, thinks I, I have never heard it called that before), for altho’ Mrs K- made herself very disagreeable, 'twould be even more disagreeable was she murder’d by her husband. And she cannot suppose that he did not know what she was about, for they ever had their heads together like confederates.

Entirely so, says I. I look around the room and say sure I confide that there will be several that sleep thro’ the sermon.

When we foregather in the hall to go to church Sandy is there looking upon us with the expression of one that will be beguiling the time by reading the sermons of John Knox: I confide that he will in fact be beguiling the time by smoaking a cigar upon the terrace and then going to read the works of Mrs Behn in the library, of which I inform’d him.

'Twould indeed be hard to remain awake during the sermon even if the company had not had such a broken night: the text is from one of the minor prophets of the Old Testament and the sermon very long and under several heads, deliver’d in a monotonous mutter. Sure we should have taken a deal more coffee beforehand.

But afterwards we return to where Seraphine has laid an extreme fine collation, and without the K-s present – they have been taken up trays to the chambers where they are confin’d – we are a far more congenial company. Lord T- comes to have some converse with me about the T-s’ work in the antipodes, which is entirely pleasing to me for I know he commands considerable interest that may be to their advantage.

Afterwards, I go see if there is anything I may do for Mrs K-. Her maid admits me to the room, where she is reclining in a chair with her feet upon a stool. One of her eyes has been blackt, even though her collar is cut high I can see bruising upon her neck, and there is a red puffiness about her hands that argues that she did not lye passive but fought back with fists.

She looks at me very hostile and says, What, Lady B-? come to gloat?

No, indeed, says I. I came to see was there anything you need’d.

She laughs very sarcastick and says that they are not objects of philanthropy that hold out their hands for charity, even are they quite roll’d up.

I see, says I, that I need not supply a recommendation for an asylum for penitent magdalenes; but you may wish to consider a matrimonial separation. There was a friend of mine had a very bad husband indeed, that manag’d to contrive the matter, 'tis possible to find out how 'twas done –

He is my husband! she flares out. I will not leave him. Sure he was in a great temper, but 'tis not a habitual matter, he was most greatly incens’d that our plans had come to ruin and that I had manag’d the matter so ill, was already in an evil mood and endeavouring to provoke fights. I daresay, she says very venomous, that you will not understand the kind of feeling there exists between spouses -

I daresay not, says I, for did a fellow raise his hand to me, I should close my door upon him. (Tho’ I do not say, after his unconscious body had been convey’d several streets distant by Hector.)

I cannot tell, from her expression, whether she despises me for my timidity or envies me the door I may close.

I rise and say, that as there is nothing she requires that I may supply, I will take my leave.

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posted by [personal profile] torachan at 12:04am on 2016-05-03 under ,
1. We took a nice little walk this evening. We didn't really have a destination in mind but ended up at the library and I got a couple books out, so I'm really going to try and read them before they're due back (they're both new books, so I've only got two weeks).

2. I got quite a bit of translating done and also finally got around to taking apart vol. 3 of Gunjo so I can scan it. I tried the hair-dryer method this time (using a hair-dryer to semi-melt the glue on the spine and then pulling the pages out) and it worked really well, so I'll definitely be doing that for any manga I need to take apart in the future.

3. Not like I need new projects, but...I have one? :D :D :D Last night I finished reading vol. 4 of Shimura Takako's Musume no Iede and was like, man, I love this so much! And I went to see if the scanlators ever did anything after the first volume and ended up seeing a note on Batoto from the typesetter that they were looking for a translator and someone to provide raws, and since I can do both, I contacted them and we're going to do it! So I'll be working on three manga by Shimura Takako simultaneously, lol. ^_^;;

4. We started watching Rick and Morty and are really liking it.

5. My mom came over for a bit today and Chloe was super into her purse! I don't know if it smelled like something interesting or it was just that it didn't smell like kitties and Chloe was really determined that it should smell like kitties now. Either way, it was hilarious watching her.

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posted by [personal profile] staranise at 12:20am on 2016-05-03
Today at work was kind of great? I got to work during the week, so we had Housekeeping staff to do everything for us, which always feels luxurious, and I got to both do counselling with a new intake, and look after traumatized kids for a while since their mother was out and Childcare needed a break. Both times were glorious and felt so right.

Sooooo it's kinda sad that these days I spent most of my time at work writing fanfiction and watching the time pass, because I so rarely get to spend my working hours doing that kind of stuff, because of how the job is structured.


(OTOH, my new fandom is super fun and amazing about chatter and feedback. All the energy I used to put into my job in the hopes that I could expand my role or do more meaningful work has gone into fandom. Every shift I install XKit onto the work computer at the beginning of my shift and delete it again before I go home. I'm writing a lot, and I'm pretty happy.)
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Mail's finally coming through again pretty much instantaneously (I get mine forwarded from Google to Outlook, so it has to make an extra hop, and is still coming through in real-time, so yes folks, it seems we're baaaaaack). That only took *checks date of my last entry on this*...18 days. Someone tell me that's not an obscenely long time to be proven legitimate enough to pass on the first try?

And just for those who missed the original story and ensuing long waits, it had nothing to do with Dreamwidth. Dreamwidth simply did what was described as routine maintenance on their servers one night which included changing the MX record (I'd say "records" but according to a resource I subsequently checked, there's only one). Over the MX record change Google's system flagged the site as...this is where it gets a bit murky...a possible spammer? A hijacked website? They flagged us for or as being something and started automatically rejecting all our emails with bounce messages indicating we should resend them, so we did.

Thus began a web-wide bottleneck that caused Dreamwidth's email to clog up all the pipes on GMail, Yahoo, Hotmail, Live and Outlook, according to scattered user reports (AOL was the only email provider reportedly letting DW's email sail right through...which yes, the irony).

At one point I was so desperate for faster Dreamwidth notifications I publicly pondered switching to AOL (I never really had a quibble with AOL's email or messenger services - they both do their things, and always have, from what I can see, pretty smoothly). But I gritted my teeth, refreshed the pages involved and just waited it out. It sucks, really, that better systems can't be in place to let trusted senders just do their thing.

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posted by [personal profile] versaphile at 01:20am on 2016-05-03 under , ,
I'm still coming down from finishing ABOP. And of course I've been periodically fighting off the post-fic angst. Stupid brain being stupid. But I have learned that the proper response to it is snuggles, naps, and snacks, plus a bit of gardening. That makes it go away for a while.

It is super strange to not have another chapter waiting to be written. I don't have the headspace to tackle the outline for BOA (Birds of Augury) yet, especially with the trip coming up and work being busy. So the big brainstorming sessions required will probably have to wait for the end of the month. Which is just fine as I could use some recharging time. That last run of chapters was a real sprint to the finish.

Tragically, my cooking mojo has largely evaporated with the warm weather. Right on schedule, that. I did come out of it with some new skills and tricks and a lot of recipes to fall back on. Tonight I even managed to make a proper chinese chicken with green beans in a brown sauce. And I'm still making bread every week now that I've got the hang of sourdough. I did get some vital wheat gluten after all to help with the whole wheat and it really improved the texture and elasticity. Come the autumn, I'll suddenly want to drop everything and cook up a storm again, but in the meantime I'm switching to maintenance mode.

Speaking of gardening, the garden is looking lovely. The tree peonies just opened and the irises are about to unfurl. I got most of my dahlia bulbs planted before I ran out of pots to put them in, and now it's going to rain pretty much all week. But if I get a bit of dry time after work, I'm going to plop the rest of the bulbs directly into the soil. Which probably means I won't dig them up in the fall, but if they overwinter I'll just take it as a bonus.
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posted by [personal profile] dialecticdreamer at 10:04pm on 2016-05-02
There's an old saying that 'climate is what we expect; weather is what we get.'

This is particularly inappropriate in most science fiction settings, and it is one of the details which bothers me enough to throw me out of their entire premise, world-building, or even the climactic battle between good and evil. It's extremely problematic when a story is supposed to be set on an alien world… without even the “Stargate” series' explanations that aliens had taken groups of humans (and livestock, et alia) to colonize other worlds.
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Mood:: 'cold' cold
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So because I can't feed myself ice cream, and because I'm weird and awkward about asking other people for help, when I have a tub of ice cream it tends to sit around for a while before getting finished off.

Tonight I was still hungry after dinner so I decided to polish off the coffee ice cream that had been in there for a while. And, er.

It was liquid.

Not melted. Cold. It wasn't even in the freezer door where it might have been only semi frozen. It was in the middle of the freezer. Amidst frozen stuff. And it was cold the way just out of the freezer ice cream should be--

--and it was *liquid*. Runnier than milkshakes. The consistency of room temp ice cream.

I had a confuzzled, but ate it anyway. Because ice cream.

Now, a few hours later, I'm starting to get nervous about what if it had gone bad and that's why the texture was weird, what if I get sick from it, what if I wake up at 2am vomiting, what if what if what if. (The fact that it tasted fine doesn't necessarily mean much; once I drank an Odwalla beverage that was a few days out of date but refrigerated and normal tasting, and that evening was throwing up from it, because bacteria don't always taste bad.)

Googling didn't help. Googling rarely helps when the question involves getting sick.

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Another list of books one may or may jot have read, this time with an admirable theme: "100 MUST-READ SCI-FI FANTASY NOVELS BY FEMALE AUTHORS" by Nikki Steele. It's a good list, all in all - there's something for everyone here.

I've read about a third of these, have several more waiting on my ipad to be read, and have more still on my my "acquire when cash flow makes it possible" list. There are also some books I tried and didn't like enough to complete, and some that just did not call to me, or whose authors I don't seem to enjoy.

I've bolded the ones I've read, and put asterisks after the ones I want to read (i.e., have on my TBR or TBB (to be bought) lists.

1. Alanna: The First Adventure by Tamora Pierce

2. The Alchemy of Stone by Ekaterina Sedia

3. Among Others by Jo Walton

4. Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie

5. Ancient, Ancient by Kiini Ibura Salaam *

6. The Antelope Wife by Louise Erdrich *

7. Arrows of the Queen by Mercedes Lackey

8. Ash by Malinda Lo

9. Assassin’s Apprentice by Robin Hobb

10. The Pyramid Waltz by Barbara Wright

11. Biting the Sun by Tanith Lee

12. The Blazing World by Margaret Cavendish *

13. The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter *

14. Boneshaker by Cherie Priest

15. Brown Girl in the Ringby Nalo Hopkinson

16. Cast in Shadow by Michelle Sagara

17. China Mountain Zhang by Maureen F. McHugh

18. Chorus of Mushrooms by Hiromi Goto *

19. Cinder by Marissa Meyer

20. The Crystal Cave by Mary Stewart

21. The Darkangel by Meredith Ann Pierce

22. Daughter of Smoke & Bone by Laini Taylor *

23. Daughter of the Blood by Anne Bishop

24. Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier

25. Dead Until Dark by Charlaine Harris

26. Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente *

27. The Devil’s Arithmetic by Jane Yolen

28. The Dispossessed by Ursula K. Le Guin

29. Doomsday Book by Connie Willis *

30. Dragon Sword and Wind Child by Noriko Ogiwara *

31. Dragonflight by Anne McCaffrey

32. An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir *

33. The Etched City by K.J. Bishop

34. The Female Man by Joanna Russ

35. Flesh and Spirit by Carol Berg

36. The Forgotten Beasts of Eld by Patricia A. McKillip

37. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

38. The Ghost Bride by Yangsze Choo *

39. Graceling by Kristin Cashore *

40. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

41. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling

42. The Hearing Trumpet by Leonora Carrington

43. Her Smoke Rose Up Forever by James Tiptree Jr.

44. Hild by Nicola Griffith *

45. His Majesty’s Dragon by Naomi Novik

46. The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende

47. The House on the Lagoon by Rosario Ferré

48. Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

49. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

50. Ink by Sabrina Vourvoulias *

51. Inkheart by Cornelia Funke

52. The Island of Eternal Love by Daína Chaviano

53. Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke

54. Karen Memory by Elizabeth Bear

55. The Killing Moon by N.K. Jemisin *

56. Kushiel’s Dart by Jacqueline Carey

57. Luck in the Shadows by Lynn Flewelling

58. Magic for Beginners by Kelly Link

59. The Mirror Empire by Kameron Hurley *

60. The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley

61. Moving the Mountain by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

62. Mr. Fox by Helen Oyeyemi *

63. My Christina & Other Stories by Mercè Rodoreda

64. My Soul to Keep by Tananarive Due

65. Native Tongue by Suzette Haden Elgin

66. The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

67. Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler

68. The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake by Aimee Bender

69. The Queen of the Tearling by Erika Johansen

70. The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater

71. The Red by Linda Nagata *

72. Redemption in Indigo by Karen Lord

73. Rosemary and Rue by Seanan McGuire

74. Salt Fish Girl by Larissa Lai *

75. The Second Mango by Shira Glassman *

76. Shards of Honor by Lois McMaster Bujold

77. Shikasta by Doris Lessing

78. The Snow Queen by Joan D. Vinge

79. Slave to Sensation by Nalini Singh

80. So Far from God by Ana Castillo

81. Sorcerer to the Crown by Zen Cho

82. Soulless by Gail Carriger *

83. The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell *

84. The Speed of Dark by Elizabeth Moon

85. Spirits of the Ordinary by Kathleen Alcala

86. Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel *

87. A Stranger in Olondria by Sofia Samatar *

88. Sunshine by Robin McKinley

89. Swamplandia! by Karen Russell

90. Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner

91. The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner

92. Valor’s Choice by Tanya Huff

93. War for the Oaks by Emma Bull

94. We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson *

95. Who Fears Death by Nnedi Okorafor

96. Wicked As They Come by Delilah S. Dawson

97. Woman on the Edge of Time by Marge Piercy

98. The Woman Who Thought She Was a Planet and Other Stories by Vandana Singh

99. The Wrath and the Dawn by Renée Ahdieh

100. A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle

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posted by [personal profile] stardreamer at 11:21pm on 2016-05-02 under ,
100 Must-Read SFF Books by Female Authors by Nikki Steele, who notes that she has only included one book by any given author, and only the first book in any series. I have bolded the ones I've read, italicized the ones where I've read something else by the same author, and starred personal favorites. And added some comments.

The List )

There are some really odd lacunae in this list, starting with the glaring omission of anything by C.J. Cherryh or Andre Norton. Also missing: C.S. Friedman, Marie Brennan, Ursula Vernon (or T. Kingfisher), Barbara Hambly, Patricia C. Wrede, Rachel Caine, Diane Duane, Sarah Monette / Katherine Addison, Tanith Lee, and Zenna Henderson. And since it's based on books rather than authors, I would have to include The Interior Life by Katherine Blake.

OTOH, it's hard to read everything, and some books that one person adores will leave another one flat.
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posted by [personal profile] jhameia at 09:14pm on 2016-05-02
Rick Riordan has offered to MATCH DONATIONS to Rosarium's IndieGoGo up to $10,000 for the last few days WHUT!!!!

So if you haven't donated, PLEASE do in these last few days! If we even get to $30,000, $10,000 short of its goal, that's still enough to get us to its goal!
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So! I've been rambling about this under lock but feel like putting it out there publicly and then taking a step back to process some more. I guess because part of me is paranoid people will be weird about it and this way I pull the bandaid off now. But, uh yeah: I seem to have decided I'm non binary? Ish? Currently my best guess is genderfluid demigirl, eg my gender identity fluctuates all over the place but is female more often than not. I've been thinking I might be non binary for some time, all that was holding me back was the idea it would mean letting go of my identity as a woman. But now I realise I can be a woman as well as genderqueer etc and also sometimes maybe a man??? Or at least male-ish?? Still poking at that because uh. What.

I reserve the right to just go "Actually this was an interesting experiment but I'm just a plain girl again now" at some point, but this is where I am right now. Feels pretty good, I have to say. Not changing my pronouns or anything for now, so, I don't require you guys to do anything differently. Just letting you know where I'm at.
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posted by [personal profile] james_davis_nicoll at 10:51pm on 2016-05-02
Apparently so many Canadians went online to fill out census, we crashed the servers.
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Writer: Mark Millar
Artist: Lenil Francis Yu

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Nineteen ninety-three: I got my first powerchair, my city began a growth spurt, and the ADA design guidelines had just been published. This should have meant smooth rolling: many new accessible buildings!
Yet many accessible locations are destroyed by deliberate barriers )

This is the continual battle against the normate space invaders. This is why accessible design and construction isn't enough.

If you think this barrier wasn't really created on purpose, that it's just the thoughtlessness of the ill-informed, I know that's not the case. I've visited this particular shop to inform them they've recreated barriers unnecessarily, and asked them to stop destroying the built-in accessibility. Their response is Oh, don't worry, we'll be happy to help if you just ask.

Nondisabled people may wonder, so what's so hard about asking? Great effort has been made to create accessible environments. Why should this thoughtless disablism require us to ask permission over and over? We are here; we are the public, as Dave Hingsburger put it so eloquently. When nondisabled people recolonize our spaces, we must regroup, react, and respond.

Posted by John Scalzi

As we all know, I don’t have a new novel out this year — although the mass market paperback of The End of All Things is out May 31, hint, hint — but that doesn’t mean I’m not showing up in new books in 2016. Above you’ll see two new books that I’m in, one already out, and the other upcoming. The one that’s already out is The Books That Changed My Life, edited by Bethanne Patrick, in which notable folks (including, uh, me) talk about the books that made a real impact on them. Other folks featured in the book include Margaret Atwood, Rosanne Cash, Dave Eggers, Kate Mulgrew and Al Roker. This is a pretty wide net, folks.

The one that hasn’t come out yet is Mash Up, which is the printed version of the audio anthology Rip-Off! which you may recall came out about three years ago. The audio version did very well — nominated for an Audie Award, whilst Mary Robinette Kowal’s contribution scored a Hugo — so it’s lovely to finally see this anthology in print. And as you can see on the cover, this is a hell of a line up of authors. Mash Up will be out June 7th — also, coincidentally, the release date of the other anthology I’m in this year, Black Tide Rising, which features a story I co-wrote with my pal Dave Klecha. Basically I have a very busy two weeks coming up at the end of May and early June.

So, that’s three books in 2016 so far! Plus my audio-first novella The Dispatcher should be out later this year (with the print version from Subterranean Press to follow after the audio’s exclusive period), plus, speaking of Subterranean, I’ve turned in another book project to them a couple of weeks ago, which should be out later this year. I’ll wait until Subterranean officially announces that before I say anything else about it.

So, to recap:

  • The Books That Changed My Life — already out.
  • Mash Up — out June 7.
  • Black Tide Rising — also out June 7.
  • The Dispatcher — scheduled for this year in audio.
  • Secret SubPress Project — also scheduled for this year (I think!).

And the mass market paperback of The End of All Things, out May 31st.

Wow, for not having anything out in 2016, I sure have a lot of things out in 2016.

May 2nd, 2016
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posted by [personal profile] james_davis_nicoll at 07:32pm on 2016-05-02
Because I missed a week for the Year of Tanith Lee, I am extending the series until the end of 2016. This means I need ten more Tanith Lee title. Open to suggestion. The ones I am already planning to review are:
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Posted by John Scalzi

I got a smidge behind in showing off the new books and ARCs that have come to the Scalzi Compound, so I figure the semi-hiatus would be an excellent time to catch up on this score. To that end, please peruse this very fine stack of books courtesy of Baen Books, all titles that are just recently out or about to be. What looks good to you? Tell me in the comments!

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posted by [personal profile] delight at 06:52pm on 2016-05-02
I'm waiting for a phone call about a job offer, right?

So I've gotten four calls today from numbers without a custom ringtone (which means I'll usually ignore them) ... they have all been out-of-state area codes that I've just ignored and then listened to the voicemail. None of which has had anything to do with the job, of course: three hang-ups and one scam.
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"... The times are inexpressibly evil. Christians pay conscious, indeed religious tribute, to Caesar and Mars; by the approval of overkill tactics, by brinkmanship, by nuclear liturgies, by racism, by support of genocide. They embrace their society with all their heart, and abandon the cross. They pay lip service to Christ and military service to the powers of death. And yet, and yet, the times are inexhaustibly good, solaced by the courage and hope of many. The truth rules, Christ is not forsaken.

In a time of death, some men—the resisters, those who work hardily for social change, those who preach and embrace the unpalatable truth—such men overcome death, their lives are bathed in the light of the resurrection, the truth has set them free. In the jaws of death, of contumely, of good and ill report, they proclaim their love of the brethren. We think of such men, in the world, in our nation, in the churches; and the stone in our breast is dissolved; we take heart once more."
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posted by [personal profile] synecdochic at 05:47pm on 2016-05-02
Still no sign of the CD package, and USPS tracking is down right now. Sigh!
posted by [syndicated profile] bruce_schneier_feed at 03:45pm on 2016-05-02

Posted by schneier

Turns out there are two different conferences with the title International Conference on Cyber Security (ICCS 2016), one real and one fake. Richard Clayton has the story.

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[personal profile] siliconshaman has posted "Cards on the Table" which shows Adalina and Ashley talking about recent events, trying to work out their relationship within the team. 
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posted by [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith at 03:55pm on 2016-05-02 under , , ,
I need more help with the recordkeeping side of my writing.  A lot of it is stuff that only I can do, but it's possible for other people to do some of the Weebly website updates, which saves me time that I can then use to write more goodies.  What I need most is help making the new entries for freshly written poems, particularly in Polychrome Heroics, but if there's another series you adore and would like to manage, that's useful too.

The basic payoff for this is that you get to see all the new stuff for whatever you are managing, even if it hasn't been published yet.  That's about a chapbook's worth of goodies per month.  If you want some other perk like getting extra poetry printed, I'm open to discussing that.

Who's interested?
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Gerard finds little things to keep him busy until Frank comes over. If he smokes enough, he can almost blot out the smell Ray left behind, and if he watches enough mindless TV, he can almost think past the urge to find Ray.

It doesn't occur to Gerard until Frank gets there that he might be carrying some weird scent, too. He barely avoids plugging his nose before he finds out, but it turns out he doesn't have to worry. Frank smells like Frank, like cigarettes and laundry detergent and a little like Jamia's perfume. But he also smells like friend, which is something Gerard doesn't think there's supposed to be a scent for. He smells like he belongs.

Gerard shrugs off the prickly feeling at the back of his neck, trying to ignore everything the weirder it gets.

Frank sets a bag of groceries on the table as he comes in. "I figured you guys needed some shit. Ray said you got attacked by a big dog or something last night?"

"Or something," Gerard mumbles, glancing through the groceries.

- [ profile] quarterturn's The Silver Sky is Turning Us to Stone
Mood:: 'sleepy' sleepy
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posted by [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith at 03:39pm on 2016-05-02 under , , ,
Today we picked up sticks from the patio and along the sidewalk, so that leaves may be raked up later. 

EDIT: Second round of yardening, I planted two black hollyhocks under the utility pole.

Third round of yardening, I pulled weeds from the raspberry patch in the ritual meadow.
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posted by [personal profile] telophase at 02:41pm on 2016-05-02 under
I found this photo on Tumblr with the caption "This is a wizard battle and you can't convince me otherwise."

Hands up! by Georg Charf )
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posted by [personal profile] topaz119 at 03:21pm on 2016-05-02
Helloooooo, it's been a while, hasn't it?

I'm just super-boring these days—my clearing out the house has gotten so involved that I actually have a project plan and gantt chart to help keep me focused on what should happen next. I'm also trying to update and modernize my online portfolio so that has a gantt chart of its own, too. See? The excitement never ends.

I'm mostly off-line to avoid Civil War spoilers, and I'm fighting my way through that what-is-this-story-really-going-to-be? stage in my [ profile] wipbigbang, which is good, but not terribly interesting.

I registered for the Hogwarts Running Club's Half-Blood Prince virtual half marathon, mostly as a reward for keeping going on the treadmill. I have no desire to train long enough to actually run 13 miles, but I can certainly walk that distance. I also registered for the runDisney virtual 5Ks, again to give myself a little reward for logging the miles on the treadmill. It's certainly a lot cheaper than flying down to WDW and running there (like I told [ profile] msktrnanny: Look at how much money I'm saving by buying this over-priced swag!)

What's new with everyone else?
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posted by [personal profile] major_clanger at 07:06pm on 2016-05-02 under
A little while back I made and painted the Minion Dalek I'd picked up at a model show. He looked like he could do with something to stand on so I thought I'd try out another model-weathering technique.

Rust, via hairspray! )

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posted by [personal profile] james_davis_nicoll at 02:24pm on 2016-05-02
Because I was looking down at my phone to post something, I missed that the bus I was on was detoured and got very disoriented. Could not for the life of me work out where in downtown Kitchener I was. Didn't work it out until the bus got to Queen and Joseph.
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posted by [personal profile] lireavue at 12:24pm on 2016-05-02 under , ,
Русский язык )

Okay. Two days' worth of Russian today, because fuck knows if I'll have time or spoons for it tomorrow, when I have to go gig. And now, the foodening and the practicing. More.

I am like 100% certain I had something more interesting to say, but y'all can wait until I'm done practicing my fingers off, because I got ambushed by a shitton of logistics for the next two weeks first thing this morning. And my reaction to "you know I won't be home for dinner" at this point is FINE I WILL ORDER IN FFS JUST SHUT UP.
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posted by [personal profile] syntaxofthings at 12:34pm on 2016-05-02 under
It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!

Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

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posted by [personal profile] oursin at 05:54pm on 2016-05-02 under , , , , ,

On the one hand, yes, I sorta see what's being got at here:

Yet there is a further curiosity here. This summer’s female-friendship movies do not just share a theme and a gender but a genre, too. They are all comedies. Could it be that this is another reason women’s stories can be taken less seriously? Cinema has long prized drama over everything else. The lighter something appears, the easier it is to dismiss.
but on the other hand I am also going, depending upon what you mean by comedies, they have a certain amount of staying power, and the screwball comedies of a bygone era still hold up pretty well (to mention a genre in which women played a prominent part: the romantic weepies, not so much, but the noir, yes, those too), and wottabaht Jane Austen, and so on, and comedy is actually difficult (says Tonstant Weader who has recently given up, sighing deeply, on a supposedly humorous sff satire/parody/pastiche as a) trying too hard and b) going for the obvious targets).


Dept of, I think there's subtext here, or am I being Old and Cynical in think this is all about the wanting to shag other people:

My girlfriend and I decided we would travel the world together for a year. The problem is that I’m having second thoughts about whether to go with her. Bearing in mind that we are both 25 years old and have been seeing each other exclusively for 10 years, I feel there may be more to experience going separately than together. Do you think I should bury this scepticism and go ahead with plans knowing that this may reveal future resentment in our relationship, or do we go our separate ways in hopes of living our desired futures?

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posted by [personal profile] hrrunka at 05:10pm on 2016-05-02
The car's sunroof problem turned out to be blockages in the sunroof gutter's drains. My mother's tame mechanic took it away on Friday morning and brought it back in the afternoon. All the car needs now is parking in the sun on a nice hot sunny day with its windows at least partly open.

At about 4pm on Friday it started to rain again. A serious thunderstorm seemed to settle itself overhead, and dumped a lot of rain on us. The power went out. The Net connection went out. Part of a tree near the back door came down. There was water everywhere. It eased off a little after sunset, but didn't stop. Some parts of town got it worse than we did; in one of the poorer quarters of Nairobi the weather triggered the collapse of a poorly-built apartment building, with significant loss of lives and many injuries.

On Saturday morning neighbours reported they'd had around 160mm of rainfall overnight. The dog trials that had been due to take place around our dam were cancelled. The day's big national event, the burning of a huge stockpile of ivory and rhino horn, went ahead during the afternoon when the weather was relatively dry. I went for a walk around the plot to see just how much of a mess the floods had caused. I found one tree on its side, and quite a bit of flood debris around the stream (which was still running fast and deep enough to make crossing it a little tricky).

At some point in the day Bertie th Bouncing Labrador managed to hurt his tail. That dog is seriously accident-prone. If it doesn't show signs of recovery soon then I expect he'll be visiting the vet's again shortly.

There was more rain Saturday night, though thankfully not on the same scale as Friday night's. I joined the local radio society's Net on Sunday morning. The Net controller reported 264mm rain for the week, 581mm rain for the month, and 810mm rain for the year to date. He also said he thought Friday night's rainfall might have been the largest single fall in his records of thirty or more years.

My ride to the airport arrived at about 7:15. We got to the airport in under 40 minutes. Bag drop took a while, and then I learned that the inbound flight had been delayed so we would be leaving an hour later than originally scheduled. I had time to walk to both ends of the departures area, sit around for a while having a coffee, spend a while online using up my data allowance, and still get through the double security check at the departure gate in good time.

The flight wasn't bad. I even got a fair bit of sleep. My ride home from Heathrow was waiting when I came out at arrivals, and I was home by about 08:40. Lack of sleep caught up with me at some point shortly after 10am. I eventually roused myself well enough to go out to the shops (and catch up on the changes to the Ingress landscape round here) at about 2:30pm.
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posted by [personal profile] randomness at 12:06pm on 2016-05-02
Daniella Zalcman's photos of First and Second World War reenactors in England and France are shot with a vintage twin-lens reflex camera.

More of her Second World War reenactment photos are at her website at
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posted by [personal profile] onyxlynx at 08:54am on 2016-05-02 under
 to [personal profile] dakiwiboid !  How ya doon?  Day of fun, enchantment, and joy!
Music:: Beatles, "Birthday"
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