more heated blanket woes

2026-02-14 20:04
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I emailed the heated blanket company for blanket #1 and they have sent me a new one (yay!). I need to ship the old one back to them but they sent me a label for it. 

The day after I got that confirmation, I sat on my bed on top of the controller for my bed blanket and broke it. The light flickered, it didn't really work well. I took it apart and I can't see anything that would be causing a short or issue with it and the light doesn't even turn on now. I'm guessing it is broken for good. 

I don't want to go shopping for a new heated blanket because I like that one so much. It's small, it has excellent heating across the whole blanket, it stays evenly heated. I hate shopping for new things these days, I can't tell what will work. Jade bought that one for me at least five years ago now, possibly longer and getting a new one that works well is going to be a pain in the butt. 

I'm not entirely thrilled with the quality of blanket #1 and they don't make them small enough, so I don't want to go with that company. And just looking up blankets is terrible. So I don't know what I'm going to do. 

Suffer I guess. have cold feet all night. ugh

if anyone has any recommendations for heated blanket companies that make ones that around around 48x60 inches, let me know
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Nenya's summary of an early account of St Valentine's Day as a romantic festival: "So it was RPF written during lockdown, which contained endless jousting sprinkled with #relatable? Whomst among us?"

Wild tonal shift to follow:

It's also the day that Frederick Douglass chose as his birthday, which is very sweetly illustrated here: What, to a Country, Is a Child’s Birthday? | Talk & Draw with Liza Donnelly & Heather Cox Richardson (video: 3 minutes).

Yesterday, we went to a No More Stolen Sisters march, which was very touching, especially given how many women were their with pictures of missing and murdered relatives. A lot of red cloaks and traditional woven cedar hats.

It was organised by the student union, and I appreciated how much care they put into cultural safety and looking out for family members.

We listened to the DNTO podcast "The Story She Carries: Lorelei Williams and her fight for justice" for class, and my professor said she'd gone to residential school with Williams' mother. It's all very close here.

Come to Dark Souls

2026-02-14 21:33
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We have terrible platforming, shortcut porn, hostile shrubbery, BOXRATS!!!, extremely smashable vases, “amazing chest ahead” (male), “amazing chest ahead” (female), “amazing chest ahead” (mimic), weirdly sexualized moaning (male only), repeatedly falling down inside a giant hollow tree to your death, Moss Lady, a magic medieval snakeskin-covered gramophone, hidden areas hidden behind other hidden areas hidden behind illusory walls, combat skirts (unisex), giant snakes with horse teeth, pretending to be an egg, quite a lot of jank, a very angry elderly cat who scolds you in bad faux-Shakespearian and is also a faction leader, the secret lake underneath the bottom of the world, “jolly co-operation,” chibi mindflayers, clams full of skulls, a trident that lets you do a silly little dance, ridiculous ragdoll corpse physics, a really cool double helix staircase probably based on the Château de Chambord, ball/crab things that turn up unexpectedly in your game and try to magic missile you because somebody in another game lost some stuff, getting punched to death by mushrooms, and Gender.

This is such a weird game (complimentary).
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Today was a very exciting landmark: I went to the TIP. Miss H agreed to take me, because she is a wonderful person. We are now I think fourteen months into our bin strike, and while various people have very kindly taken my recycling for me during that period, my usual volunteer has been busy lately and I've accumulated rather a lot (mostly cardboard - the packaging for the new IKEA bookcase was particularly bulky) since mid-November. I also keep a box of "things to take to the tip" that aren't the standard recycling - electrical cables, lightbulbs, hard plastic, etc, which are a bit unfair to dump on other people, so that was a year or more of accumulation. My spare room is so nice now!!

One of my university friends used to celebrate "Bins Clear Eve", which was the day before the first rubbish collection after New Year, and it feels rather like that.

Otherwise there seems to be rather a lot of terrible things happening to my acquaintances; in the last week, deaths include one friend's brother, a second friend's stepmother, and the very unexpected death of an distant internet acquaintance. Also a swimming friend has had a bad prognosis for a while but now sounds to be likely in his last few weeks. I would like it if someone I know had a sudden and unexpected nice thing happen next week, please.

I keep trying to play computer games and then getting bored and wandering off. On the other hand, I have read a lot of books (most of them very frivolous). Partly it may be because it's so much nicer in bed than anywhere else, what with the cold spells so far this year. I did manage twenty minutes of Dave the Diver today; [personal profile] isis, I don't know if you ever did play it after you recced it to me, but so far it's both quite fun and making me feeling very concerned that he's being exploited by his "friend" Cobra *g* (the set-up is that he's on holiday when his friend calls him up with promises of fancy sushi that turn out to be an "opportunity" for him to spend his days diving for fish to turn into sushi and nights serving the sushi to customers... his "profits" go into repairing the bar, which appears to be co-owned by Cobra and the sushi chef). However, I am only one day in, so it could all change.

This has been a fantastically expensive month so far. Aside from purely frivolous expenditures (my 99p ebook habit does add up!! but not all that quickly) I renewed my passport on Thursday (they already sent me two emails to tell me to send the old one in! cool your beans, people, it was less than 24 hours! I posted it on Friday anyway!) and then bought a bunch of clothes today - hopefully replacements for things which are getting rather tatty. I wanted to get a hoodie from the Florence gig but I couldn't try it on and I wasn't sure it would fit, and £85 was too much to gamble on! So now I have ordered a less cool one from M&S but on the other hand it wasn't nearly as expensive. And if it's too small, I can return it.

Oh, but what is nice: I've been given the keys to my new garage! I should go and check I can actually open it (after first looking up the deeds to check which one it is, now I can't identify it by the combination of hardware around the lock...) before I get swept up in next week's choir-all-the-time and next weekend's exciting visit from [personal profile] shreena and [profile] quizcustodet. Today would have been a good time to do it, since it's actually not raining for once, but, well.

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2026-02-14 20:50
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I hope everyone is having the Valentines/St Cyril and Methodius/Lupercalia weekend they want whether that’s soppy and romantic, all about chosen family and working together on something worthwhile (and of course lettering/typography) or wolf-y and wild…


Sadly it’s not LJ in the 00s anymore so there aren’t the big organised love-memes and communities - and I don’t think I have the spoons to try to run a mini-love meme right now now.

Linux Reply Guys

2026-02-14 18:18
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I got a little... peeved.. with Linux Reply Guys on Mastodon. Putting my rant from 1/2/2025 here so I have it to hand for the next time.
 https://mendeddrum.org/@JulesJones/113928786877625625

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In Search of Wikipedia’s Saviors” by Imogen West-Knights is an interesting take on the crowdsourced encyclopedia at this present moment, when the entity just agreed to terms to receive compensation for having its content leveraged by AI. When I was in library school, Wikipedia was still new enough to be looked at askance by the profession in general, though several people—including some of my classmates—recognized its potential right away. The reminder of what can be achieved by human-scale diligence is timely, as is why certain authoritarian parties would like to see Wikipedia disappear.

Kelly Jensen discusses what’s happening with the Institute for Museum and Library Services in “The IMLS Propaganda Machine Is In Full Swing”. The IMLS is one of those agencies that you’ve probably only heard of if you work in the fields it names, but what’s been going on there in terms of funding and, more troublingly, ideology ought to disturb everyone. It’s yet another example of the Trump administration redirecting funding that for years has served the public to great effect, into a partisan project that primarily serves his own self-aggrandizement.

Tracks, Tracking, and the Urge to See” is a lovely meditation by a fellow tracker on tracking as a fundamental human activity: to discern presence on the landscape through signs left behind, to construct context and ultimately meaning. It was a quest for this kind of connection that led me to tracking ten years ago, and tracking has led me in many ways to where I am now. It’s interesting to me how much tracking is showing up lately in my reading on conservation, environmental stewardship, naturalist field knowledge, and other such topics. Trackers I’ve studied with are contributing to the collection of scientific data, and even publishing papers.

I’ll admit it, the only reason I watched Henry Mansfield’s “Bend Your Knees” video is it was shot at the roller rink a mile from my house, but this song is utterly charming and the video is impressive. Especially the player of the bass drum, who like almost everyone else is doing it on roller skates.

Finally, instead of things I’ve read (except for The Body is a Doorway, which I’ve begun), here are things I’m going to read:



(Originally posted at welltemperedwriter. You can comment here or there.)
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(Not our actual tractor. Ours looks like this though.)

Yesterday, we managed to get a Kubota tractor—a big one, with a backhoe attachment—stuck in the mud.

Nine years ago my husband and I bought some rural acreage, most of which is unmaintained woodland. The guy we bought it from had been managing it for timber, sort of, but wasn’t very good at it. (No shade, neither are we.) What we have now is early-stage successional forest with some stands of mature trees here and there, mostly around a large wetland and on some slopes too steep for logging. We also have a number of old logging roads slowly being reclaimed by the forest, though I can attest that once you know how to look for them, this particular bit of infrastructure takes a lot longer to vanish from the landscape than you’d think.

Yesterday we were working on a patch of roadway that we’re trying to keep accessible, both to reach the further extent of our own acreage and enable access to parcels for which this road is the only access. (This concern is mostly academic because nobody’s really using those further parcels for anything except hunting, and hunters tend to walk in.)

This roadway runs along the bottom of a steep hill, at the top of which is where we’re having our house built. This is important because all the runoff from the northwestern side of that hill tends to collect at a particular spot along the roadway. What’s more, there’s a seep nearby; this patch of land never fully dries out, even in summer, when it can go for weeks or even months without raining.

I mention all of this to explain why my husband managed to get the tractor stuck in the mud yesterday. The roadbed we were working on is still pretty solid—it used to hold logging trucks, after all—but off to the sides was all soft mud. He was trying to get around some deadfall that was still blocking the roadway and also pass the truck we’d brought down to haul our tools and other gear.

If there’s a Bingo card for suburbanites trying to adopt country living, I feel like getting your tractor stuck has to be somewhere on it. Fortunately for both us and the tractor, several months ago the guy who did some excavation work for our septic system taught my husband how to use the backhoe attachment to help pull yourself out of such situations. I may have had a minor freakout when one of the tractor’s front wheels left the ground during the operation, leaving me to wonder if the seat belt that, yes, I was wearing would really keep me from falling out if the whole thing tipped over. (My husband pointed out later that his seat, back to back with mine while he operated the backhoe, was even more precarious.)

Yesterday was not the day I found out, thankfully.

The guy who taught my husband that maneuver has since retired and left the state, but if I ever run into him I’m buying him lunch. Today, I’m grateful for people like him helping fish out of water like us.

(Originally posted at welltemperedwriter. You can comment here or there.)

Bear tracks

2026-02-13 23:04
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Last Friday I commented on Jeff VanderMeer’s essay for Orion, wherein he argued that it’s kind of silly to get obsessed with Bigfoot when there are real actual bears out there doing demonstrably interesting things.

I share VanderMeer’s love of bears, and finding bear tracks and sign is one of my favorite tracking experiences. Bears are genuinely interesting creatures who leave large and noticeable signs on the landscape, and of the mammals one is likely to find sign of in the Pacific Northwest, in a lot of ways they’re similar to us: curious, playful, clever, and willing to eat just about anything.

It’s also easy to see how bear tracks and sign might feed some people’s notions of there being Something Else out there. For example:


(Black bear tracks, Oregon Dunes National Recreation Area.)

Most of us will never get a closeup view of a bear’s feet, though images are easy to come by (I recommend a reliable source such as Kim Cabrera or Mark Elbroch, though—there are some really, really bad track images out there, many of them AI generated). Unless you’re a biologist, naturalist, or hunter, chances are you haven’t given much thought to what bear feet look like. As it turns out, they’re not all that dissimilar from human (though the gait is completely different, and they tend to walk with their toes canted somewhat inward).


(Black bear tracks, Oregon Dunes. In order, from top to bottom: left front, right front, left hind, right hind feet.)

It’s not just tracks that bears leave, of course. I’ll spare you the poop photos, though rest assured, bears do in fact shit in the woods. Depending on the time of year and what’s available foodwise, the contents and consistency vary widely, but there’ll generally be more of it than what’s left by most other animals. They also have a habit of leaving their poop in the middle of trails (rude). Often the same trails humans use. The overlap of human and other-than-human trail use is an interesting subject in itself, which I’ll write about at some point. For now, suffice to say that I’ve had excellent luck placing trail cameras along roadways and walking paths.


(This camera along the driveway on our rural property in Washington State has confirmed the presence of many species, including this black bear.)

But I was talking about other signs that bears leave. An important one is marking on trees with their claws to communicate presence and territory to other bears. I’ve seen these marks in many locations now; this set came from a tree in a forest near Woodinville, WA:


(Bear claw marks on a western redcedar tree.)

Sometimes they can be hard to spot. Douglas fir bark, for instance, is so thick and flaky that you might have to look closely to see the marks:


(Black bear claw marks on a Douglas fir, Methow Valley.)

When I tell people that I’m into tracking, it’s not uncommon for people to make a Bigfoot joke. That got old approximately three seconds after the first time I heard it, but in a way it also highlights something troubling about a lot of people’s interaction with the natural world, and also why I got into tracking in the first place: Bigfoot jokes are an expression of unease over not really knowing what’s out there. Other examples are worries over being attacked by a mountain lion on a hike (supremely unlikely) or being spooked by strange noises in the woods at night (admittedly unsettling, but ordinary animals make more and weirder sounds than most of us realize). Or sharing AI videos of wild animals doing things that wild animals would never do. (A mountain lion is not going to adopt a bunch of house cats. I’m sorry. You probably don’t want to know what the mountain lion would do.)

The thing is, though, not knowing what’s out there is an addressable problem. You don’t need to become a tracker (though it’s fun!) or a biologist. All you really need is some curiosity, a field guide or two, and the willingness to spend some time learning and exploring.


(Tracking can help determine trail camera placement, though, and then you can get cool photos like this.)

You soon find that bears—and other animals—are genuinely fascinating. So are coyotes. And deer. And squirrels. And Northern Flickers. And spiders. And fungus.

Curiosity, after all, is something that we share with bears. And it’s a lot more rewarding than Bigfoot.


(Black bear investigating one of my trail cameras. The camera still worked afterward!)

(Originally posted at welltemperedwriter. You can comment here or there.)

trips

2026-02-13 18:46
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monday, I drove 2.5 hours each way down to a meeting for nutrient management credits. The one state has decided that consultants don't get to do online programs for credits anymore, so I need to go to in person meetings now. Its not the worst now that I live closer. I made it down and back in plenty of time, the meeting was fine, I got a decent amount of knitting done and chatted with some folks from my old company that I haven't seen in years. 

Tuesday I cut and split more wood, my dad brought down more trees. I filled a wood bin full and got it under cover. 

Wednesday, I drove to Ohio. This trip was originally to purchase and pickup a used donut machine for the farm. Late last week, the ebay guy bailed on me, we had been negotiating prices in messages and abruptly, the listing was gone and he stopped responding. Not sure what that was about because he said he had two of them, but whatever. Since the donut machine was in Ohio, in the city where Tyronicbob (A- from crafting night) lived, I arranged to stay with her a while ago. When the ebay guy bailed, I let her know but figured it's February, I didn't really have anything urgent going on, I could totally drive to Ohio. 

I never did anything irresponsible or impulsive in my 20s, when I feel most people do their silly impulse trips, so why not now? 

It was a 7 hour drive which on the way down, I hadn't slept super well that night and the drive dragged, I was Too Aware. I stopped several times and took at nap at one rest stop just to make sure I could keep going. Snacks and podcasts got me to A's house by 4:30 or so. I have learned that Ohio culture is putting the name of the town on the overpass bridge in case you don't know where you are and all the other signs aren't helpful enough. The city A- is in had some traffic but overall, the drive was quiet. I didn't have any long haul driving buddies which always makes me a little sad. 

When I arrived, I was pretty tired, but we settled in and chatted and watched some olympics events as background noise and then we ate tacos that she had made ahead of time and put in the fridge. We relaxed, watched some stuff and chatted more, then we got talking about the podcast Kill James Bond and Abigail Thorne's writing/directing/performance of The Prince and A- put it on the tv. It was phenomenal! What a cool play, cast and performance. The recording is on Nebula, not sure if a subscription is required, but wow, super worth it if you do have to pay. The plot is that people get stuck in Shakespeare performances as the characters and are trying to escape. It's so full of feelings and it's so good as a recorded live performance. After that, sleep time for me. 

A- did some funky stuff to adjust her sleep schedule enough to be awake and aware during the daytime and we watched some hockey before heading over to the conservatory. It was absolutely so cool! There was beautiful glasswork interspersed with the plants and they had an orchid greenhouse on display with all sorts of winding paths and absolutely bursting with plants. They also had a desert greenhouse and a butterfly greenhouse although the butterflies were only just hatching and being released. Extremely cool and the colors of plants and different shapes and layouts, the rocks, the paths, the glassworks. Super cool and really awesome work. 

Then we went and ate lunch at a nearby market, which had a bunch of small food stalls inside a big warehouse building. We got somali food, which was stuff on rice, absolutely delicious and warm and filling. Then we got ice cream, which was from a local place, smooth and creamy and delicious. A- drove the long way everywhere we went to give me a tour of the city and all the neat things, then we headed to a historic neighborhood to an incredible bookstore. 

This bookstore is in two back to back connected uhh, closest thing I can describe them as is triplexes, but really they took these buildings and opened up some doors between them and created just a labyrinth bookstore. The website says it has 32 rooms, but they're all small and narrow and weirdly laid out and there's nooks of shelves everywhere. It's so cool. It took us over an hour to find our way up to the third floor where the scifi and fantasy section was. All the books they carry are new but they had a ton of more obscure books. Really cool. I bought a bunch of books, some nonfiction, some fiction. 

A- was starting to get tired, so we headed back to the house and I settled in to watch some snowboarding and she took a nap. We ate lunch leftovers for dinner and then watched more olympics. We created a delightful game as we watched the pairs ice dance free skate replay. So pairs figure skating is mostly about having dramatic feelings (love or tragic) and most of the music is pretty boring. So instead of listening to the music, we created better romance stories for the pairs based on an element of the performance and hashed it out to a movie plot. It was so much fun. For instance, the USA team had the flamenco/matador inspired performance, so we decided that the plot was actually about the movie that was being made about matadors, the woman was the talent scout for the local area, the man was the local bull wrangler who loved his bulls very much. The movie was a disaster due to the director's conflict with the lead actor and the talent scout pulled the bull wrangler into being her local guide and help until she got frustrated with the director and just shoved the bull wrangler into being the lead in the movie. He does it under protest and that's his only acting role ever. The talent scout decides to stay in spain to stay with the bull wrangler because he just wants to go back to taking care of his sweet little babies (the bulls) and she's a bitch with a clipboard (h/t to Sonnet from craft nights for this phrase/person type) and can wrangle people in spain who need wrangling and they live happily ever after. 

The only ones we didn't make up stories for were the Cleopatra performance (look ma, no hands was the absolute best lift ever), the matrix performance, the Dune one and the scottish performance (so oddly done that we didn't think they really thought it through. they could have changed the music and the costumes to be so much better, We Had Opinions). We came up with first mate/captain on the high seas Moby Dick style, jewel heist, spy romance, research historian/archivist, godzilla attacking the city and only the jet fighter/nuclear scientists could stop it but it's a tragedy so godzilla won in the end, an alien invasion blows up paris and they have to flee and he's secretly a parasitic alien and they blow up the other aliens and fall in love, and some others that I can't remember right now, but what an absolute delight to banter back and forth and build a little story out of pretty meh music. The performances were all great but honestly, dramatic/tragic feelings is very boring at this point. I wish I could find photos of everyone competing since that would help me remember all the stories, but I can't find a good feed for just photos and the replays have been removed, so oh well. 

I went to bed after that because it was responsible of me to do. 

This morning I got up around 6, ate breakfast and was on the road by 7am. A- did some split sleep to see me off and so she'd be good for work tonight and I drove home. I did have a tractor trailer driving buddy for a couple hours on the highway which was nice. I got into a good driving zone today, let the podcasts roll and the time passed quickly and I wasn't too aware of it which was nice. 

I got in, went and laid in bed for an hour, went to take a shower and my dad accidentally let the outdoor burner go mostly out so the water was cold, so I went and got that started back up and took a shower at my parents house instead. 

It was an absolute delight to hang out with A-, she is so sweet and fun and great to hang out with in person, not just on the internet. Her cat was a chatty little goof too. It was so nice and I'm so glad I went even though it was a long drive and a short trip. So much fun! That's 3/3 internet friends being absolute delights in person, so I'm on a roll. 

Get An Early Start!

2026-02-13 13:51
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Here’s an oddity that I’m glad was put to the test of a controlled trial. It seems that retrospective studies on cancer immunotherapy patients had suggested that there might be an advantage to giving the infusions earlier in the day, so this team took 210 non-small-cell lung cancer patients and divided them into two groups. One got the infustion early in the day (from 7:30 AM to 2 PM), and the other later (from 3 PM to 8 PM). Some of the patients were taking sintilimab and others pembrolizumab. 

The results are surprisingly strong: the early-infusion group had a median progression-free survival (PFS) of 11.3 months, while the late-infusion group’s median PFS was 5.7 months. Overall survival was median 28 months and 16.8 months for the two groups, and both results were (as they sound!) highly statistically significant. I’d be willing to bet that even the organizers of this trial weren’t expecting readouts this definitive. Subgroup analysis showed that this held for people taking either of the immunotherapy drugs mentioned. 

So what’s going on here? Some circadian-rhythm explanation seems inevitable here. The team found that the early-infusion group had increased levels of T cells (and increased levels of activated ones, on top of that), but the connection is between that and diurnal timing is still unclear. That is going to be a very interesting thing to figure out. I am certainly willing to believe nearly anything about the immune system at this point! The first step will be to replicate this effect, of course, and it’s an easy enough intervention that I hope that we see this happening soon. 

Get An Early Start!

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Here’s an oddity that I’m glad was put to the test of a controlled trial. It seems that retrospective studies on cancer immunotherapy patients had suggested that there might be an advantage to giving the infusions earlier in the day, so this team took 210 non-small-cell lung cancer patients and divided them into two groups. One got the infustion early in the day (from 7:30 AM to 2 PM), and the other later (from 3 PM to 8 PM). Some of the patients were taking sintilimab and others pembrolizumab. 

The results are surprisingly strong: the early-infusion group had a median progression-free survival (PFS) of 11.3 months, while the late-infusion group’s median PFS was 5.7 months. Overall survival was median 28 months and 16.8 months for the two groups, and both results were (as they sound!) highly statistically significant. I’d be willing to bet that even the organizers of this trial weren’t expecting readouts this definitive. Subgroup analysis showed that this held for people taking either of the immunotherapy drugs mentioned. 

So what’s going on here? Some circadian-rhythm explanation seems inevitable here. The team found that the early-infusion group had increased levels of T cells (and increased levels of activated ones, on top of that), but the connection is between that and diurnal timing is still unclear. That is going to be a very interesting thing to figure out. I am certainly willing to believe nearly anything about the immune system at this point! The first step will be to replicate this effect, of course, and it’s an easy enough intervention that I hope that we see this happening soon. 

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(I've basically peaced out on answering comments, apologies. I'll try to catch up on at least the fandom ones. I appreciate you all!)

[staff profile] denise posted the thread about LJ going Russia-locked (ETA: see comments for corrections) and/or selling off six weeks ago now, which feels like twenty years in Internet time, but is probably not that long in business time. Has anyone heard updates on what's happening with LJ since then? Is this like the x-number of times ff.net was definitely going offline?

Relatedly, is anyone in touch with the mods of [livejournal.com profile] camp_toccoa, [livejournal.com profile] skyearth85 and/or [livejournal.com profile] skew_whiff? Sky used to be active on Discord, but I haven't seen her in ages. Has there been any talk of moving that comm to Dreamwidth?

I remember it was a bit of a voyage through broken links and broken dreams last time I looked at it, but there's still a bunch of fic that never moved to either AO3 or DW.
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I started re-reading Terry Pratchett's Discworld series in December as a distraction, but decided I needed a break. Hench was recommended to Russet a while back, and it sounded interesting. I was fortunate to be able to snag a copy in my ebook sales within the last week or so and read it.

The book follows perhaps about a year in the life of Anna, who at the beginning of the book is getting short-term jobs at a temp agency doing various jobs for supervillains. They're called Henches, doing things like filing, data entry, driving (bonus if you're a certified stunt driver), etc. Muscle roles are handled through a different agency and they are called Meat, and are paid more and get free medical - if you don't mind the medical care being provided by veterinarians and medical school dropouts and doctors who've lost their licenses.

Anna is excellent with spreadsheets and data analysis and lands a pretty good gig that looks like it might go long-term, maybe even permanent!, until a superhero casually back-hands her across a room and her leg gets multiple compound fractures. While she's recovering, she starts thinking about ways to add up the damage and lives lost that the "heroes" cause with such casual and callous disregard - and planning how to make them pay!

It was an excellent read, and I came very close to finishing it in a day. Had I only known that I had about four pages to go....

Anyway, interesting perspective on the hero/villain situation. The book contains a short story titled Meat, and a sequel to Hench is coming out in early May, titled Villain. I'm quite looking forward to it. I haven't pre-purchased it yet, but am thinking about it. The short story distorted the apparent page count of the main story, or I would have finished it in the same day that I started it.

I found it to be well-written and very engaging. She has an excellent style for illustrating area color of The Big East Coast City. Her descriptions of some of the violence, especially Anna's final revenge may be somewhat disturbing, but that's also the point of the book - it's intended to illustrate that full-power superhero/villain fights cause a lot of carnage, and bystanders are injured or killed in gruesome ways.

This is Natalie's first novel. She's previously written two books of poetry, one of which has won a prize. She's a Torontanian. I'd love to see some of her poetry, but those books are not available through the Apple Bookstore, I'll have to check other sources and see if I can get ahold of them.

EDIT: big shout-outs to the book being very inclusive on LGBT and neurodivergency. This is something that the author is very involved in.
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