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Ysabet ([personal profile] umadoshi) wrote2025-09-09 03:58 pm

Tuesday mishmash: a milestone | weather | tiny tomatoes | impending Lamb

As of last week, we've lived in our current place for sixteen years. (As ever, I selfishly appreciate that one of the people whose wedding we attended the day before we moved always posts about their anniversary, which reminds me of how long it's been.) Just a few more years will make this the place I've lived longest in my life. (My childhood home currently holds the record at eighteen years.)

We've had some more rain, but still not nearly enough, and enough people haven't been getting on board with the water commission's request to conserve water (apparently there's been no noticeable drop in overall usage) that we're now expecting mandatory conservation to roll out sometime this week. (Does anyone know what that'll actually look like? LOL no.) Fun times. Good work [sarcastic], everyone.

Our tiny, tiny tomato plant that we brought home so shortly before hitting official "we're in a drought" status has tiny, tiny tomatoes on it! They are very green, and I have no idea what their odds are of ripening properly, but given that the drought means we've only actually watered the plant once or twice since potting it, I'm surprised to see fruit at all. Good work [sincere], Tiny Tim.

Under the circumstances, I'm just as glad that we didn't actually try to do any gardening in earnest this year, which we might have if we'd gotten our very own hose installed on the back of the house earlier in the season.

Sometime next year, Cult of the Lamb is getting its first paid expansion (not to be confused with the...three? four?...free ones that they've released). Will I touch another game before that comes out? Precedent says no! But I'm very excited about this one.
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rachelmanija ([personal profile] rachelmanija) wrote2025-09-09 09:53 am

We Live Here Now, by Sarah Pinborough



This novel appears to be a well-written and enjoyable but conventional haunted house story; it turns out to have a twist on that theme which I've never encountered before. I very much enjoyed discovering that for myself, so if you think you might too, don't read the spoilers.

A young couple, Emily and Freddie, move from London to Larkin Lodge, an old house in Dartmoor, while Emily's recovering from a serious accident. After she fell off a cliff, her heart stopped and one leg was permanently damaged. Doctors warned her and Freddie that she might suffer from post-sepsis mental complications, so when she starts perceiving weird things involving Larkin Lodge, both she and Freddie think it's probably her, not the house. Emily and Freddie's marriage is not the greatest, but is that something that was previously going on, or is it cracking under stress, or is the house having a bad effect on them?

Emily and Freddie are not the best people, but that really works for the story. I thought it was a lot of fun.

Spoilers! Read more... )

Content notes: Not even slightly gory or gross. Mention of a miscarriage (off-page, not described). Some violence, not graphic. No on-page animal harm, but the body of a dead raven is found.
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the_shoshanna ([personal profile] the_shoshanna) wrote2025-09-09 04:31 pm

This is GOOD

We have completed our day's hike with only a little bit of rain at the end, had lovely showers, and are ensconced in the pub; Geoff is just having coffee but I have a quarter-liter of red wine and -- for the very first time even though I've watched all of GBBO -- a Victoria Slice. The music is eighties hits, when we walked in it was Frankie Goes to Hollywood.

This is good.
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yhlee ([personal profile] yhlee) wrote2025-09-09 09:50 am

further adventures in handspun + weaving

Wrapping up this tiny DIY loom + handspun (the yarns and the silk thread) for [personal profile] eller. :) Mainly bobbin-end leftovers from plying yarns that went to their furever homes. :)



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the_shoshanna ([personal profile] the_shoshanna) wrote2025-09-09 08:47 am
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Yesterday's hike wasn't supposed to be as hard, and the forecast was for sunny and cool, with a brief chance of rain around three.

Guess what happened. Just guess.

The morning was lovely, especially since I've now figured out how to combine the paper directions (which are sometimes quite confusing; I remember them being much better on the hikes we did years ago!) with the company's shiny new GPS phone app, which is great and shows the trail on a topographic map and a little dot showing where we are and even sounds an alarm if we stray more than fifty meters from the path, but of course checking it all the time burns battery. (We've never come close to running out, and I have a battery backup charger, but even so I prefer not to be constantly checking it. But sometimes I have to!

We met a lot more hikers that morning, coming the other way, than we had the day before, and exchanged cheerful words with them (and often their dogs). That was nice; I enjoy cheerful exchanges with strangers! It was one of the things I really missed during the most isolated COVID years.

Around 1:45 we were about to begin the hardest section of the day's hike, a long and extremely steep ascent up a narrow muddy/rocky trail. At the top, though, we were promised a beautiful, mostly level walk a couple of kilometers along the top of the line of hills, getting glorious views of the countryside. Before embarking on the climb we stopped for a snack, and the sky looked a bit forbidding, with the wind increasing and the temperature decreasing, so we decided to put on raingear (and I put back on the Merino wool midlayer I'd been too warm for an hour before) and cover our packs. I mean, for whatever good it might do me, but after yesterday's debacle I had packed pretty much everything in plastic bags inside the pack. As I got my rain pants on over my trousers, it did indeed start spitting a bit, nothing major.

Well, as we clambered laboriously upward, the rain got harder. And harder. Finally, halfway up the hillside, we started hearing a little thunder, so we stopped and took what shelter we could under a tree. After about maybe fifteen minutes Geoff looked upwind and said, "I think the worst of the storm has passed us by, though it will definitely keep raining; shall we start hiking again?" Whereupon it began thundering much nearer, the wind speed doubled, and it began vigorously hailing. Sideways.

But, I mean, our only choices were to continue the hike or to go all the way back down and backtrack along our trail to pound on the door of one of the few houses we'd passed and hope someone was home whom we could ask for shelter. And the thunder and lightning did finally move away, at least, and it's easier and safer going up a slope like that in bad weather than going down. So once the t&l had moved away, maybe another fifteen minutes? I have no sense of time, but anyway we struck out again, climbing slowly and with infinite care (and liberal use of our hiking poles) until we reached the top and could start along the high path.

Where, of course, we were completely unprotected from the wind and whatever it decided to throw at us: sometimes hail, sometimes rain. We weren't at too much risk of getting dangerously chilled because of our raingear and because we were able to move quickly and keep our warmth up that way (and before, the effort of struggling up the steep ascent had kept us warm enough), but it officially Was Not Fun. Or at least, it was type 3 fun! My rain pants eventually soaked through. Geoff had water in his boots again. The only view we had was of solid grey, no scenery distinguishable.

We struggled through that for...maybe half an hour? I sure wasn't pulling my phone out to check the time (or, with a few exceptions, to navigate; thankfully we were following a well-marked walking route at that point). It finally started clearing up around the time we finally started descending again, and by the time we were on the last gentle green walk into our next town, it was sunny and cheerful and blithely denying it would ever have done such a thing to us!

As we entered town we also crossed the official boundary, leaving England and entering into Wales. The town has set up a photo op station, and Geoff got a picture of me with one foot on each side of the Official Line.

And when we finally staggered into our next hotel room, we were desperately grateful to find that the en suite included a big bathtub; I don't think we've ever done this before, but we immediately ran a really hot bath and got in together, just soaking all the chill out of our bones. (We'd actually wanted to do it the day before, but that hotel only had a shower stall, and it wasn't a very good shower, either 😥) It was absolutely lovely and sweet, just how we wanted to relax for a while.


We have had really nice conversations with other walkers on the paths and in the hotels/pubs. The scenery, when visible, is beautiful. Despite everything, we are enjoying ourselves!

But we've booked a ride to shorten today's hike, and will do so for tomorrow's as well, because oh my aching feet. Even the short version of today's hike has a cumulative uphill of 600 meters -- yesterday's was 750, I think? The regular version of today's would have 800. Tomorrow's, our last hike day, would be 830, which, HELL NO, it will be shortened to 510.
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yhlee ([personal profile] yhlee) wrote2025-09-08 06:15 pm

alpaca processing: the adventure begins!

The adventure begins. :)





(Alternately, I have misidentified the bag and it's really mohair?!)
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carenejeans ([personal profile] carenejeans) wrote2025-09-08 02:29 pm
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Write Every Day September 2025 - Day 8

Quote of the Day:

"Notes aren’t a record of my thinking process. They are my thinking process."

--Richard Feynman, from an anecdote in Genius: The Life and Science of Richard Feynman, by James Gleick (1992)


Today's Writing:

A lot of staring a the screen, and an alibi sentence. 8-/


Tally

Days 1-6 )

Day 7: [personal profile] badly_knitted, [personal profile] brithistorian, [personal profile] carenejeans, [personal profile] china_shop, [personal profile] cornerofmadness, [personal profile] goddess47, [personal profile] sanguinity, [personal profile] sylvanwitch, [personal profile] trobadora, [personal profile] yasaman, [personal profile] ysilme

Day 8: [personal profile] china_shop


Let me know if I missed you, or if you wrote but didn't check in yet. And remember, you can join in at any time!
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twistedchick ([personal profile] twistedchick) wrote2025-09-08 05:06 pm

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Is it possible for FB to choose specific accounts and slooooooooooow them down? If so, I'm a target. My FB constantly reloads, eats posts, and runs slower than when I used a 300-baud modem, back in the 90s.

sigh

... back to working on my list of nominations for Yuletide.
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Ysabet ([personal profile] umadoshi) wrote2025-09-08 05:20 pm
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Quick and rather perfunctory reading catchup from last week

No proof-of-life post happened over the weekend, but I did get some reading done last week.

[personal profile] scruloose and I have started listening to Exit Strategy (Murderbot 4).

Fiction: I finished and enjoyed The Future of Another Timeline (Annalee Newitz) and now I'm reading Saint Death's Daughter (C.S.E. Cooney), and am maybe halfway through? This one has a lot of detail going on on the worldbuilding front, and after reading the first chapter or two one night and then not getting back to it for a couple of days, I had to go re-skim right from the beginning before carrying on, which is unusual. (A glance or two back, sure. Actually rereading the whole beginning? Not so much.)

Non-fiction: I finished Goblin Mode (McKayla Coyle) and can't say I got much out of it; I'm still reading Daniel Sherrell's Warmth: Coming of Age at the End of Our World.
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the_shoshanna ([personal profile] the_shoshanna) wrote2025-09-08 06:07 pm
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a snapshot from today

Geoff, looking out from under our sheltering tree: "It'll keep raining, but I think the worst of the rainstorm has passed us by; shall we start hiking again?"

the rainstorm: *thunders, doubles its windspeed, begins hailing sideways*
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trobadora ([personal profile] trobadora) wrote2025-09-08 05:35 pm

Dear FFFX writer

Dear [community profile] fffx writer,

thank you so much for writing a gift for me! I'll be absolutely thrilled about anything you can create about the relationships or worldbuilding themes I requested. and everything important is in the requests themselves, but if you'd like even more info, general likes etc., here you go.

My AO3 account is [archiveofourown.org profile] Trobadora, and it's set to welcome treats.

General Preferences

Likes & Dislikes/DNWs )

Fandoms, relationships, worldbuilding

In somewhat alphabetical order - note that one of them is expanded compared to what's in the sign-up form:

Jump directly to:
Christabel/Grimm crossover: Worldbuilding )

绅探 | Detective L: Huo Wensi/Luo Fei )

Grimm/Guardian crossovers:  )

Nantucket Trilogy - S.M. Stirling: Kashtiliash & Raupasha )

长公主在上 | Eldest Princess On Top: Li Yunzhen/Gu Xuanqing )
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yhlee ([personal profile] yhlee) wrote2025-09-08 04:12 am

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(cross-posted with slight adjustments from [personal profile] foxmoth at [profile] communal_creator)

Howdy! I’m Yoon, an MFA student in media composition and orchestration. I am here today to talk to you about sampled orchestral mockups in composing music.... It’s a niche field even in (media) composition due to the cost + tech barriers to entry. I thought folks might be curious (and maybe interested in trying their hand at a lower-cost version of it).

To the extent that I have musical training (mostly Obligatory Asian-American Piano Lessons by volume), it’s classically inflected. Even folks who hate classical music :) probably know it exists. A more “traditional”/conservatory approach to writing for (symphony) orchestra might involve pen-and-paper composing to generate sheet music. This is my background and I still do a lot of sketching on staff paper.

This inherently means you’re reading (Western classical) music notation (of which more anon) and often means you’re wrassling explicitly with music theory and related topics.

However! These day, hiring a session orchestra is semi-doable by a dedicated individual if you have the money lying around. Read more... )

So most mortals who are doing orchesstral or hybrid orchestral scores for film or TV and especially non-AAA video games are using sampled orchestra mockups.

Note: unless otherwise specified, if I say “music notation” or “music theory” I’m referencing more or less common practice Western (European-derived)-style music notation simply in the interests of avoiding unwieldiness in this overview. some further observations )

Hiring a session orchestra may be surprisingly semi-doable by a normal human but most work in orchestral media composition (film, TV, video game scores) is now done in software via sampled orchestral mockup. This includes classical-ish, e.g. John Williams everything or Carlos Rafael Rivera’s score for The Queen’s Gambit, or hybrid orchestra (e.g. Two Steps from Hell) with synth or “modern” instrumentation elements.

A quick and dirty (incomplete) overview of terms you might come across in this space, with simplified explanations. There’s a LOT of jargon, some of which is obscure or confusing even to e.g. classical musicians entering this space! Read more... )

This has all been in the way of preliminaries, apologies! This is an extremely technical field so the jargon alone is A Lot.

These days, composers often write (in that workflow) using engraving software. In this context, this means “music typesetting for sheet music,” and for session work specifically there are strict formatting rules to save time (money). The other workflow for computer-based composition + production (i.e. not tracking live instruments, of which more discussion later) involves taking everything into the DAW and producing realistic-sounding mockups in software. I will (in future posts) run through DAW examples of this (hopefully with video + audio capture so you can see the workflow).

Happy to answer any questions; it’s almost impossible even to gesture at a bunch of the music or tech stuff in a small space, and I have almost certainly missed some useful jargon because it's UNENDING. :p
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trobadora ([personal profile] trobadora) wrote2025-09-07 11:43 pm

Guardian Slo-Mo Rewatch

I don't know where the day went, or the weekend. How is it almost midnight already?!

Anyway: Over at [community profile] sid_guardian we've kicked off another rewatch - a slo-mo one this time, half an episode per week. And since we've already done the "take an epic amount of notes and write epic post" kind of rewatch, this one's going to be a bit more relaxed. *g*

Zhao Yunlan sprawled on a couch, grinning at his phone. The background shows a purply sky with stars. Text reads "Slo-Mo Rewatch. Guardian - half an episode per week @ sid-guardian.dreamwidth.org."


Here's the first post, episode 1, part 1.
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the_shoshanna ([personal profile] the_shoshanna) wrote2025-09-07 09:40 pm
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Today involved much more walking, but many fewer epic failures!

Last night at dinner, Geoff and I ordered a pint of beer and a half-pint of cider. When a different waiter arrived with the glasses, he asked, "Who has the cider?" I do appreciate it when they don't assume.

I had a hard time getting to sleep. I think I hadn't been aware of how stressed I was about how badly the day could have gone, even though in fact everything ended up fine; and also about my first indoor restaurant meals in five and a half years. I ended up taking an antianxiety med, which did the trick, and I slept deeply and well until seven am. Meanwhile poor Geoff apparently had anxiety dreams! (Partly because his son is terribly anxious at all times, and especially about us doing this trip, and self-soothes by unloading his anxiety on Geoff. 🎶It's the circle of li-i-i-ife 🎶)

Today was forecast to have intermittent light rain. What it actually had, all morning, was heavy rain and strong winds, on one of the harder hikes of our trip. "Not a long day, but a hard one," said the company's description, with 750 meters of cumulative uphill. My feet are all tingly now...and some of my toes hurt. My rainwear protected me well, but the rain cover on my pack, well, epically failed. Nothing that would be hurt by getting wet was in it -- except my passport. It, and all the clothes we wore today, are now draped around tonight's hotel room, and will hopefully dry out by tomorrow! Which is supposed to be sunny again. That makes me happy, but Geoff, who can overheat scarily easily sometimes, remarked that if today had been blazing sun the way yesterday was, he'd have absolutely died on the steep uphills.

We were mostly following Offa's Dike (ancient miles-long earthwork dividing England and Wales) and the Shropshire Way path, and once we were out of the town we started in (which took ten minutes, these towns aren't big!) it was pretty much all through fields: mostly sheep, often cattle, once a couple of horses. To get from one field to another we were either climbing over stiles or going through what are delightfully called kissing gates; believe me, by late afternoon we were grateful for every time we could go through a kissing gate instead of hauling ourselves over a stile!

Around midday we met a family (?) coming the other way: looked like two brothers in their late twenties and their dad. We chatted for a few minutes about the weather; they had hiked through hail! One of them commented that there are three types of fun:

1. You enjoy it while you're doing it;
2. You don't enjoy it while you're doing it, but you enjoy looking back on it;
3. You don't enjoy it while you're doing it, and you don't enjoy looking back on it, but it makes a great story.

We loved that and are totally stealing it. Today was some of each. There were some fucking grueling uphill slogs...

At one point we came to a gate into the next field, and a herd of cows were right there on the other side of the gate: maybe twenty or so, including several nursing calves and a bull. We were not going to walk into the midst of that crowd! So we hung out on the other side of the gate for a while, occasionally saying things like "come on, guys, go over there," "yes, you're moving away! Be a trendsetter!" or just, because it was obvious, "Moooooove!" While they eyed us grimly and largely refused to do anything except relieve themselves torrentially on the path we'd be walking. Geoff got a couple pictures of the nursing calves. Eventually they did slowly saunter away a bit, and once they were all a couple dozen meters away -- most especially the nursing calves, their mothers, and the bull, we for sure know not to come too close to, or between, them -- we slipped through the gate and walked gently past them to continue on our way.

We also met a couple of horses in another field, who hoped very very much that we would have treats for them. Which we did not, but that didn't stop them from following us for a while. In that field we met a local man (from Clun, the town we were heading for), out on a four-mile circuit hillwalk with his dog (and he must have been seventy, a great inspiration to us), and when we stopped to chat with him I was startled to find one of the horses had come up behind me and was nosing hopefully at my backpack!

Anyway, the rain mostly stopped around midday, though it did spit again a few times, and there was some glorious mist over the fields and hillsides. After seven hours we finally staggered into Clun and tonight's hotel. Our room's en suite bathroom is up three stairs, we have to go uphill yet again just to pee! Oh, the humanity.

Tomorrow's hike is not so bad, and the forecast is for sunny and cool. The day after's, though, is harder than today's; today had 750 meters of cumulative uphill, and Tuesday's has 800. Tomorrow morning we'll phone the cab company that moves our main luggage from place to place and hopefully arrange to get a lift with the luggage for part of the way that day. Because NO.

(The shortened option only cuts the cumulative uphill to 600m. Yikes.)
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ivyfic ([personal profile] ivyfic) wrote2025-09-07 04:44 pm
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The Prestige by Christopher Priest

I watched the movie The Prestige in theaters back in 2006, but don’t think I’ve seen it since. I picked up the book recently, which is not very similar to the film.

First I want to start with some content warnings (highlight for text).

Warnings for miscarriage, graphic child murder, and—and I can’t believe I have to warn for this in a book largely set in the nineteenth century—graphic descriptions of death from AIDS. Amazingly, many things you’d have to warn for in the movie are not in this book. The book didn’t fridge any women at all!

Short version—this is horror. The film is kind of horror, a bit, but not the way the book is. As someone who is only occasionally into horror, oh man was this my kind of horror. It’s an incredibly good book, highly recommended, just brace yourself.

The non-spoiler discussion )

And that’s about as much as I’m going to reveal as non-spoiler. If this book sounds interesting, absolutely go read it.

The spoiler discussion )

This is a much better book than it is a film. And for as much as there is overlap with the film, I wish I’d read the book unspoiled. But I’d never have read the book at all without the film, so.