I'm all shopped out

Aug. 19th, 2017 04:00 am
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Friday didn't go as I'd hoped. Vintage Market Days turned out to be a glorified craft show--a lot of things distressed or made to look old--the percentage of actual old stuff...well, let's just say it was a small percentage. There was almost no furniture, and the one piece that I sort of liked...I didn't like that much. Way over budget!

I made one purchase, NOT out of my savings. I popped $12 on a horse picture I fell in love with, a lovely sorrel (red-gold coat with a blond mane and tail) wearing some snazzy tack with tooled leather and conchos. That acquisition inspired me to get busy in the office this evening and hang it, along with five other horse pics I have--and then, I dug into the box that held my childhood horse figurines...I thinned the herd, so to speak, before my move--I could name some of the absent beasties--but the survivors are massed on a bookcase at right angles to the pics. I also have a big PBN landscape of horses that needs to go up, but I'm pleased with tonight's progress, and happy to see my old friends.

The one thing I didn't get (that I REALLY wanted) was an old bouncy horse--the kind that comes on springs in a big metal frame, except this one had been liberated. I've been wanting to get one for a few years, with plans to convert it into a gaily painted carousel-type pony. "Where are you going to PUT it?" inquired killjoy GK. "On the porch with a light inside it," I told her loftily. It would certainly make a dramatic accent piece, wouldn't it? I just couldn't make myself cough up $35 for it. Not because I don't think it's a reasonable price, but because my past, in the form of some old student loans, has caught up to me--they're garnishing part of my benefits; my so-called discretionary income has disappeared, so as much as I'd love to have fun creating a painted pony, it's not a priority. Durable goods like a table or a credenza, yes. Major expenditures for artsy fun projects, not so much.

After browsing the market for a couple hours, we left, and GK wanted to go to a nearby antiques mall she'd discovered on line--she's suddenly developed an attraction to late mid-century, since the place she's now renting, in her words, looks like the 70's threw up in there. (She says that like it's a bad thing.)

The antiques mall was excruciating, in the sense of, "Why do I have to have so much taste and so little money?", as well as, "If I'd held on to this, that and the other--and got rid of half what's left!--I'd be rich...or at least have more of a cushion.". There was indeed some delicious mid-century stuff, and I managed not to do more than whimper aloud, even at the plethora of Pyrex. (When I say Pyrex, I'm talking about the pretty colored stuff made prior to the 80's, when they started making clear exclusively.) I have a modest collection--at least compared to some of the collectors who post on Pinterest--with pieces of various patterns; I don't have a matched set of anything, but none of it cost more than a few bucks, either.

The clear Pyrex that just got donated went with other surplus kitchenware and the cast-off clothes from my last closet winnowing. I kept one really nice clear serving dish with a lid, but that's pretty much it. The clothes that left...I looked at the spring-summer weight stuff and asked myself if I was going to wear it in the next eight weeks (by mid-October, summer is going to be drawing to a close, if not over outright), and if not, get rid of it, because by next spring, it'll be too big, since I've mentally scheduled the surgery for late January. I have ample winter clothes, and by spring, I'll be ready for all new everything. At least, new thrifted.

Came home utterly worn out, since I'd only had a couple hours sleep beforehand. My natural preference runs along the lines of a second-shift schedule, where I go to bed around daybreak and sleep until noon. Curse the world that insists on scheduling life with mornings.... Slept until about 8 p.m., and got up and have been wide-awake ever since.

Love to all.


What a mess

Aug. 17th, 2017 01:31 pm
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Today's the day I was supposed to get the side-to-side shelf in my bedroom. Supposed to. Still not a thing, because as per usual, GK hadn't scheduled enough time, was huffy and impatient and blamed me for not having adequate tools or parts. Tore a nice hole in the wall when one of the anchors gave way...and by then she was shrieking that she only had six minutes before she had to go. Abandon ship--or shelf, as the case may be.

I'm disappointed about the shelf, because I've been busting my ass working on my room. All the wardrobe boxes are gone. My hanging clothes are all hanged. I've gotten rid of a bunch. My linens are somewhat organized. I've even put up artwork and my full-length mirror, because I'm damn tired of feeling like I'm camping out in my own bedroom. It would be really nice to have the millinery all squared away and NOT on top of the breakfast bar.

Tomorrow, we're going to something called The Vintage Market, which is apparently an upscale traveling flea market. I'm keeping my eyes out for a decent kitchen table (primarily), something with a smaller footprint than the card table I've been using, IF such a thing can be had for under $100. That s my nest egg...hoarded cash, some of it from last Christmas. It represents staunch self-denial--so many times I wanted to say "Fuck it" and order a pizza--but I resisted.

I'm operating on two hours sleep and need to crash, otherwise I'd catch you up on all the other news. Maybe tomorrow. Love to all.

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Title: Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: Teen
Words: 52k
Characters/Pairings: Root/Sameen Shaw, Harold Finch/John Reese, Harold Finch/Grace Hendricks, John Reese/Mark Snow, Michael Cole, Robert Hersh, Joss Carter, Kara Stanton, The Machine, Bear
Warnings/Content: Sentinel/Guide AU, mind-bonding, show level violence, show level torture, emotional hurt/comfort, canon character death (Michael Cole). Some Mark/John dubcon in chapters 4 and 5. Follows some events from Ep 1.10 Number Crunch, Ep 1.23 Firewall and 2.16 Relevance.
Notes: Written for [community profile] wipbigbang 2017.

Thank you to my amazing betas: [personal profile] lilacsigil and [personal profile] musyc. You guys were awesome and got me from "I want to write POI Sentinel/Guide fic with soft face touching" to actually getting it posted.

Title is from the Elton John song. ("Subway's no way for a good man to go down.")

Summary: In 2001, Harold advised on a project called Cascade, not knowing he was a Guide himself. Years later, he and John, a Sentinel on the run from Cascade, must help Shaw, who has just lost her own Guide when the Project turned on her. Complicating matters is Root, searching for Harold's Machine and interfering with their rescue of Shaw.

Also at the Archive

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten

Sticker sheets of kisses to press

Aug. 12th, 2017 04:35 pm
st_aurafina: Shaw in Relevance, with golden lights (POI: Shaw fancy)
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I got my 50K fic off to my second beta/ameripicker. I feel weird. I, uh, finished something. It's due to be posted on the 15th. What even?

Interesting things I didn't realise until I had to edit 50K of my own writing )

I have actually written a lot of things this year!

Tinee Linkspam:
- via [personal profile] musesfool, OPI summer challenge
Leave prompts! (Please leave some more POI prompts!)
- From Facebook, Clydesdale foal leaves the stable for the first time - tinee leggy baby, big world, what do? How do you even horse?
- Also from Facebook, this terrible curse upon some burglars. CW: creepy doll faces
- From my local paper, big news in this part of the world: Giant puzzle solved. (The puzzle is literally a puzzle.)
- From McSweeney's via [personal profile] kalloway, I’m a Google Manufacturing Robot and I Believe Humans Are Biologically Unfit to Have Jobs in Tech. (Rolling my eyes right out of my head at that google dude.)
- From My Modern Met, What Happens When a Bird’s Wings Sync Up Perfectly with a Camera’s Frame Rate. (I have dreams where stuff like this happens, like where the laws of physics are apparently broken)
- Free crochet pattern: Stingray purse or pal (I'm not sure why not both? I could be pals with a purse.)

Root/Shaw things from my endless tumblr wanderings while I was writing 50k of fic:
- Silver Lining - a Root/Shaw doujinshi. Pls pls [personal profile] lilacsigil, read this to me?
- POI OST You Are Being Watched - this is brilliant. Gifs from the final scene over the score for the theme.
- Winter Soldier!Shaw is kinda… Swol - I am all over this idea as an AU.

Under the wire Friday prompt post

Aug. 12th, 2017 12:04 am
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Yay Friday! Yay the weekend! Yay for prompts!

If you've got ideas you want to share or don't think you'll get to, leave them as comments to this post. If you're looking for something to work on, check out the prompts left here and see what sparks something. And if it does, remember, we'd all love to see it!

Prompts work best with certain bits of info: Character(s)/pairiing, universe, prompt.
Example: Any, any, And when all was said and done, booze was all I had left me.

If nothing today tickles your muse's fancy, there are lots of other prompts at our Del.icio.us archive.

Go forth and prompt!


  • Any, any, And when all was said and done, booze was all I had left me.
  • Chris, and/or Vin; any modern AU; Chris was trying to fix the tractor, but it was winning. And Vin *wasn't* helping at all.
  • Buck, female canine character; any universe; "Aw, c'mon, Chris, she had the saddest eyes I've ever seen - I had to help!"
  • Any, any, things had been so bad lately that he'd come to think of a good day as one where he could sleep with his boots off. If they would come off.
  • Any, any, just their luck that the Yuma Prison break happened the week Chris, Ezra, and Buck were out of town with the Judge . . .

New Story: Counterpoise

Aug. 11th, 2017 08:30 am
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[personal profile] istia posting in [community profile] clarion_news
Counterpoise (2275 words) by Zeke Black
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (TV)
Relationships: Chris Larabee/Ezra Standish
Characters: Chris Larabee, Ezra Standish, Vin Tanner, Josiah Sanchez, Nathan Jackson, J. D. Dunne, Buck Wilmington
Additional Tags: Old West, POV Chris Larabee

Chris has a firm plan for how he intends to spend the evening. Unfortunately, the rest of the Seven has entirely different intentions.

A fairly bodacious Monday

Aug. 8th, 2017 01:11 am
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And lo! Today much laundry hath happened. First in was my white quilted comforter--which is white again, huzzah! My bed shall be a far cleanlier place tonight than it has been for some little while. Scarcely had I completed that task when I began to collect more soiled items from the nether reaches of mine closet to the depths of various cardboard chests. Thence did a second load commence!

E'en so, I was not yet satisfied with the fruits of mine labors. I breached the final gigantic packing box of doom. I can now testify that I do not anticipate needing any hangers at any time in the foreseeable future. I thought I was pretty well set even before GK brought me a bagful last Saturday night. Upon opening Boxilla, I discovered another carton of them, in addition to the ones already on the coats and jackets toward the bottom of the box.

First of all, I know even if I hang up every single garment I currently possess, I'll have more than enough. Now, subtract the stuff I'm going to get rid of, and subtract the things that will be going into drawers as soon as I have a dresser--people are going to be getting hangers as Christmas gifts, at this rate--!

I rediscovered things I'd forgotten I own, like my buttery suede blazer...I can lose 30 pounds by mid-October, right? I adore that blazer, and would really like a chance to wear it before winter sets in. Sometimes the looming prospect of surgery feels like a neon light flashing LAST CHANCE. Yes, it offers the prospect of vastly changing my life for the better; however, I also see a lot of things I love going bye-bye--not just favorite clothes, either. From all the talk at the doctor's office about behavior modification and timing what I drink, how much and when, and what I eat--ditto, also what I can and can't eat, it's downright horrifying. Beef once a month or less? Four eggs a week? No bread? No carbonated beverages, ever? Just shoot me now. GK wonders why I'm so adamant about January as a surgery date--if she thinks I'm going to sentence myself to life without a square meal before the holidays, she's out of her fucking mind. By a year from December, I'll be down a century or so and have coping mechanisms in place. Right now? Ho, ho, ho--what did I do with that recipe for gingerbread--?

But today I'm being "good". Chilled grapes are a tasty treat on a warm afternoon, and I can throw veggies into my stir-fried rice and they're innocuous enough. I will do this thing, damn it.

And now to fling load #2 in the dryer and get all the crap off the end of my bed....



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