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Poverty consumes mental resources, making people worse at everything.

"Put another way, the condition of poverty imposed a mental burden akin to losing 13 IQ points, or comparable to the cognitive difference that’s been observed between chronic alcoholics and normal adults."


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Corgi Puppies! by Naamah Darling on Flickr.
Seriously, the implications of this are upsetting enough to me that I need corgi puppies.
One of these puppies is now a good friend of mine.


This combines into a Voltron-like monstrosity when you factor in the cognitive problems inflicted by chronic pain or debilitating mental illness or any other form of unremitting stress, which are conditions often associated with poverty.

And yet the entire system that is supposed to help people in that situation is set up like one of those Blockhead puzzle games where the pieces do not fit together in any logical way, and we are still supposed to make something normal and perfect out of it.

Originally posted at Silver Into Steel
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In no particular order, things that are important or useful or fun.

The Omniscient Breasts, Kate Elliott

YOU CAN WRITE FROM THE POINT OF VIEW OF A FEMALE CHARACTER AND STILL BE WRITING WITH THE MALE GAZE

. . .

Imagine a female pov character is going along about her protagonist adventure, seeing things from her perspective of the world as written in third person. She hears, sees, considers, and makes decisions and reacts based on her view of the world and what she is aware of and encounters. Abruptly, a description is dropped into the text of her secondary sexual characteristics usually in the form of soft-focus Playboy-Magazine-style sexualized kitten-bunny-I-would-fuck-her-in-a-heartbeat lustrous-eyes-and-nipples phrases. Her breasts have just become omniscient breasts.

This is what I mean when I speak of the male gaze. The breasts are no longer her breasts, they have become the breasts as described by the omniscient heterosexual male narrator (in the person of the writer) who is usually not even aware that he has just dropped out of third person and into omniscient to describe her sexual attractiveness in a way that caters to a heterosexual male audience.


Of course, this goes for the female gaze as well. It is a sad fact, though, that female POV characters written as though they were men getting boners over their own boobies is very, very common. And in a culture where the female body is shorthand for sex, it is an easy mistake to make.

To be clear, it's not just about sexualizing characters unnecessarily. It's about failing in your job of writing authentically from your character's point of view.

The real goldmine of the article is this:

Many years ago, I was accused by a reader/reviewer of having a “homosexual agenda,” a comment which puzzled me. I certainly do have such an agenda if by that one means I support QUILTBAG rights (as well as marriage equality). However, the reader meant a deliberate hidden agenda inserted into the books to warp young minds, perhaps as a form of semantic contagion. I usually don’t argue with reviewers (except sometimes in my thoughts), but the way the statement was phrased really did make me wonder what in my work could possibly have triggered this particular interpretation.

In fact, I wondered so much that I did the thing I know better than to do: I emailed him.

He wrote back, and was polite but insistent that I had this agenda. We argued back and forth for a while until a lightbulb went on in my head.

The reader was reacting without understanding why to the fact that I often write men from a heterosexual female gaze. When I write female characters, I describe them sexually only if they’re being observed from the point of view of a character who is sexually interested in them. Those of my female characters who are heterosexual, however, will see and describe male characters through a sexual gaze directed onto the men.

As an astute reader, this person was picking up on this (not particularly graphic) sexual description of men. Because virtually all the fiction he had read had been written from the heterosexual male gaze, to him a sexual gaze was by default a male gaze. I the writer was causing this reader to “see” male characters through a sexual gaze. Therefore, he interpreted my narrative gaze as a homosexual male gaze since “the gaze” and “the sexual gaze” by definition had to be male; thus he identified this as a homosexual agenda.

It’s been my observation that in our culture women can read comfortably about men’s sexual interest in women because it is considered normal and expected and acceptable, but men cannot always read comfortably about women’s sexual interest in men. In the US in particular, I perceive that we have a cultural comfort in looking at women sexually and (although this is slowly changing) a discomfort in looking at men sexually.

This reader hadn’t thought to consider there might be another “gaze” possible in this story. The concept of a female heterosexual gaze as something that could be present in fiction had never occurred to him. To give him credit, when I pointed this out, he immediately got it.


Homosexual agenda. Goodness. I got a good laugh out of that one.

*****

Overtelling, Overshowing, Overselling, Jane Lebak

What if the most poignant parts of your story are the parts you don't say?

Beginning writers hear it dozens of times: show, don't tell.

. . .

When we first start telling stories, it's difficult to prioritize what needs to be in and what needs to be left out. Back when I was in college, one of my best mentors read one of my early novels . . . and she told me to back off the reader. "Don't keep reminding us of things," she said. "Every time this character showed up, he had green eyes. Every time. I thought, maybe they change? No, they're always green, and eventually, whenever he showed up, I'd find myself waiting for the green eyes."

We do this because as writers we're afraid the readers are going to forget, or are going to miss something.

. . .

But what if you take it one step further and deliberately undershow and undertell? How would it work? I'll tell you, done right, it works beautifully.

Try framing it the way Ivy Reisner did to me: partner with your reader. Give two parts and let the reader fill in the third. Ted picks up that pottery jug and cocks his arm, and in the next moment, ceramic shatters against the concrete. Your reader will know he threw it at the wall without your saying so. If Jill takes a pregnancy test and shrieks when reading the result, the reader will probably know what it was.

I call this 'elision.' And it's a lot of fun: how much can you remove without losing the reader?

. . .

Does this require your reader to pay attention? Yes. Does it require you to place a great deal of faith in both your skills and your reader? Yes. Will some people miss a point until they've read the story twice, and therefore many will never get some of your finer details? Yes.

Is it worth it anyhow? Absolutely yes.

Sometimes the writer's most important job is to get out of the way of the story.


*****

Unleashing the Internal Editor: A Self-Editing Checklist, Jody Hedlund.

I don't know the writer from Eve, but the self-editing checklist is fantastic. Basically:

o Maximize sensory details; make sure to include the lesser senses at least 1x per scene:

o View the scene through POV character.

o Make sure the setting is detailed enough.

o Spice up the scene with appropriate smiles and metaphors.

o Check for strong verbs.

o Check for accuracy of unclear details.

o Trim the excess FAT! (Repetition; excess internal narration, questioning, and reflection; over-description; resist the urge to explain.)

*****

Scott Lynch hands it to a reader who thinks that because there were no female characters in history, there should be no female characters in fiction.

You know what? Yeah, Zamira Drakasha, middle-aged pirate mother of two, is a wish-fulfillment fantasy. I realized this as she was evolving on the page, and you know what? I fucking embrace it.

Why shouldn’t middle-aged mothers get a wish-fulfillment character, you sad little bigot? Everyone else does. H.L. Mencken once wrote that “Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.” I can’t think of anyone to whom that applies more than my own mom, and the mothers on my friends list, with the incredible demands on time and spirit they face in their efforts to raise their kids, preserve their families, and save their own identity/sanity into the bargain.

Shit yes, Zamira Drakasha, leaping across the gap between burning ships with twin sabers in hand to kick in some fucking heads and sail off into the sunset with her toddlers in her arms and a hold full of plundered goods, is a wish-fulfillment fantasy from hell. I offer her up on a silver platter with a fucking bow on top; I hope she amuses and delights. In my fictional world, opportunities for butt-kicking do not cease merely because one isn’t a beautiful teenager or a muscle-wrapped font of testosterone. In my fictional universe, the main characters are a fat ugly guy and a skinny forgettable guy, with a supporting cast that includes “SBF, 41, nonsmoker, 2 children, buccaneer of no fixed abode, seeks unescorted merchant for light boarding, heavy plunder.”

You don’t like it? Don’t buy my books. Get your own fictional universe. Your cabbage-water vision of worldbuilding bores me to tears.


(Reproduced in its entirety because I just could not bring myself to cut it.)

*****

To that end:

A link to a bunch of links about writing characters of color tastefully. I have not been through every link on this list, so I can't vouch for it all being perfect, or even necessarily good, but there is some good stuff there from what I've seen so far, and it's a beginning, at least.

*****

I just thought this was neat. It's a breakdown of character archetypes. It's concise and really nifty. Again, I don't know this person at all, but I thought it was a cool breakdown. Useful for certain kinds of writer.

*****

An article about Angela Carter. And if you don't know who Angela Carter is, and you write anything fairy-tale related, you should look into her, because she held the door for you before you even knew you wanted to go through it. Start with The Bloody Chamber.

Angela Carter . . . refused to join in rejecting or denouncing fairy tales, but instead embraced the whole stigmatized genre, its stock characters and well-known plots, and with wonderful verve and invention, perverse grace and wicked fun, soaked them in a new fiery liquor that brought them leaping back to life. From her childhood, through her English degree at the University of Bristol where she specialised in Medieval Literature, and her experiences as a young woman on the folk-music circuit in the West Country, Angela Carter was steeped in English and Celtic faerie, in romances of chivalry and the grail, Chaucerian storytelling and Spenserian allegory, and she was to become fairy tale’s rescuer, the form’s own knight errant, who seized hold of it in its moribund state and plunged it into the fontaine de jouvence itself.


I adore that book, and I consider it essential for anyone working with myth, fairy tale, and women's stories, or who wants to tell heavily symbolic stories, or who wants to write lovely, lyrical tales.
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Oh, Holly, you so awesome.

Why do you care what other people think?

Isn't it just paranoia to be upset when people don't acknowledge the existence of people like me? Isn't it just attention-seeking to demand that everyone approve of my lifestyle? Can't I just do my thing and not worry about what other people think?

No. I can't.

For starters, I'm not a wall of iron. I have human emotions. Keeping important parts of my life secret makes me feel bad and being judged harshly makes me feel very bad. This is not a personal weakness, this is not something for me to grow out of, this is not a challenge I must overcome. Emotional support is a human need.

But getting frowned at is the tip of the iceberg. I don't just need social cceptance for fuzzy-wuzzy reasons. I need it for my livelihood and potentially my life. . . .

. . . . [P]eople are literally killed for doing their own thing and not worrying about what other people think.

Caring what other people think isn't a weakness. Being aware of what other people think, and seeking to change it for greater compassion and understanding, is a god damn survival skill.


I love Aisling's comment, too:

I mean, you kinda have to care what people think when those people are running your country and intimidating you practically every time you leave the house.

Only privilege-dripping douchecanoes without perspective can afford not to care. Their obliviousness doesn't put them in danger.


Now, I personally am seldom bothered by these people on an individual basis, so I don't care what people think. I can afford not to care because I'm not all that visible as these things go. I don't have a lot of risk in my life. No job. No contact with kids. No school. Barring assholes on the internet, the worst I have to face is the sweet little old ladies at the fabric store who want to talk at me. And those horrible pro-life license plates.

But on a wider level, I am bothered. I am bothered morally, because it bothers me when people are dicks about stuff that doesn't fucking make a difference. I am also bothered in a wider sense; I don't face discrimination against me for my sexuality at work. I don't have a job. But those people who would discriminate against me? They still hate me, without knowing me. That's sort of what discrimination is all about. And they hate people I care about. And that is not okay. They make laws that hurt people. They do horrible things. They say awful things that allow these attitudes to survive. They make the world a worse place.

And I should not let that bother me?

I guess that's a great idea, if you like the world the way it is. In which case, I'm not sure I want to know you.

Or if you are the kind of person who doesn't care what happens to other people. In which case I definitely don't want to know you.

How about instead of telling people who have to deal with hate to not let it bother them, we work on telling douche-snorting jerkoffs to not let it bother them when someone is different from them, but isn't seeking to do them any harm? Isn't that an idea much more likely to improve things for everyone?

It's easy to feel cocky and not care what people think when you aren't scared because you think people can't hurt you. And if you aren't at least a little scared about the way that women and gay people and trans folks and people of color and non-Christians and so on are being treated? Seriously, go away.

And if you think that you can't be hurt, get a fucking clue.
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Courtesy of [personal profile] rowangolightly, here is an excellent article for all you artists out there:

Why handmade is "so expensive"

The artist follows a super-cute top from concept sketch to shipping, detailing cost of materials and time required, sparing nothing. It's a beautiful thing to see.

I don't get people saying asinine stuff to me about the prices of my goods very often; but, then, I don't work with fabric or fiber, and clothes, quilts, and knitted goods are particularly under-valued by people who don't understand the amount of work that goes into creating those things.

Still, I know lots of people who do get that, and you probably do, too, so spread the link around. It's lovely:

My stuff isn’t marked up at all, and neither are most handmade artisan goods. Even so, our time is more expensive than a sweatshop worker. But when you buy handmade instead of buying from a corporate giant, you’re getting a lot of things from us that they can’t offer. Handmade means we care about quality and attention to detail. Sweatshop workers care about one thing: make it as fast as possible. Handmade means we care about customer service. All corporations care about is that green stuff in your wallet. Handmade means you’re helping the local economy. Corporations mean you’re helping some rich greedy jerk get even richer.

So the next time you’re going to open your yapper about the price of someone’s handmade goods, think before you speak. (And if you’re still tempted to be a jackass, then at least remember the Golden Rule and keep it to yourself.)


The same author has written another good article discussing how to price handmade goods:

How to: Pricing Your Handmade Goods & Products

It's pretty basic, and deals with figuring out how much something really costs you to create in terms of time, energy, and materials.

There's another article on the same subject at a different site:

How-To: Price Your Handcrafted Goods

The latter comes with this gem: "Pricing is marketing." It discusses sound business practices, from diversifying your offerings to the basics of contracts.

And, finally, this made me laugh so bloody hard:

Should I Work For Free?

Sound advice. Very sound. And fair. Sometimes the answer is yes. Just, you know, not that often.
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Before I get to work tonight, a roundup of open tabs!


Sex-Pozzie is a stellar Pervocracy post in which Holly discusses what sex-positive feminism is and is not.

It's not the giggling, hair-twirling exclamation of "it's feminist to be sexayyy!" It's really not. I'm not going to defend that strawman. . . .

Nor is it the demand that everyone be sexy or have sex. Nor is it the claim that everything that involves sex is beyond criticism. Nor is it the suggestion that sex will fix all the problems of feminism.

Instead, sex-positivity is the belief that sex and sexiness are... okay. It's the belief that people shouldn't be judged by the sex they have. It's the belief that consent matters and social norms do not. It's the belief that porn and erotica are valid media of expression (not that the current porn industry is hunky-dory, cause it's not) and that sex work ought to be just work (not that it currently is). It's the belief that neither "slut" nor "prude" should be an insult. It's the belief that every sexual and gender identity is valid.

Sex-positivity is, in a nutshell, the belief in sexual freedom as a key component of women's freedom and of having a better world in general.


Radical notion. No, really, it is.


Another excellent Pervocracy article, pointing out the deep flaws inherent in a certain kind of logic: The Slavering Beast Theory.

In the Slavering Beast Theory, there are two kinds of men. Two species, nearly. (I've seen people go so far as to claim that Slavering Beasts are the result of evolution, which might make them literally a subspecies.) There are ordinary guys and there are Slavering Beasts. And they are very, very easy to tell apart. They act different, even look different, to the point where any adult should be able to distinguish them in any casual social setting. . . .

If a person does not meet these criteria, they are not a Slavering Beast. Which means that they would never commit violence. Maybe if they were pushed to their absolute limit for a very good reason, but they would never be predatory. That's a Beast thing.


Note the sarcasm.


Six Myths About Sex and Gender, Busted is an excellent Jezebel article that kicks the tires of the following tropes:

Women want status, not sex. (True when talking about ideal partners, but not true talking about actual.)
Men want more partners than women do. (Squishy. Depends on how you crunch the data, and what measures you take to keep people from lying.)
Men think about sex constantly; women don't. (Sure. Men also think about food and sleep more often, too. Women, on the other hand, aren't taught to attend to or think about their own needs.)
Women have fewer orgasms than men. (True, but not because women don't enjoy sex; it's because most women need clitoral stimulation to come.)
Guys want casual sex from women, women want love from men. (This difference disappears when you account for bias associated with promiscuity, and make it apparent to the women that the men are not incompetent in bed.)
Women are picky, men will fuck anything that holds still, and often, stuff that doesn't. (Choosiness is "an artifact of gendered social norms concerning who approaches whom.")


The plastic surgery a model needs to look like Barbie. Fascinating. Just the photograph says it all. Definitely click over and look.


Halloween and Slutty Costumes is a great post that talks about why the proliferation of sexy, revealing costumes is no excuse for slut-shaming or body-policing.


Is there a place for rape in horror? is a really excellent discussion of the topic. Trigger warning, obviously, for discussion of rape.

I am not saying that there is no place in movies for uncomfortable depictions of rape. But in Hills Have Eyes, the rape is just as shallow as the murders. The murders are brutal and protracted because being brutal is easier than being imaginative - because showing torture is an easier way to put a knot in people's stomachs than building tension or suspense. The difference is that the murders are lazy and stupid and cruel to the characters while the rape is lazy and stupid and cruel to the characters and the huge chunk of the audience that has had sexual violence in their lives.

I think there is a place for all kinds of violence in good horror. It doesn't even have to be trying to make a broad societal point. And I don't think horror has an obligation to be more than a scary movie. But if rape is going to be involved, it should be for the real reasons that rape is horrifying - because the woman is a human being and she is not being treated like one.



And, on a non-gender, non-politics, non-OMGcontroversial note, this is so interesting:

The Benjamin Franklin Effect

The Misconception: You do nice things for the people you like and bad things to the people you hate.

The Truth: You grow to like people for whom you do nice things and hate people you harm.

. . .

The Benjamin Franklin Effect is the result of your concept of self coming under attack. Every person develops a persona, and that persona persists because inconsistencies in your personal narrative get rewritten, redacted and misinterpreted. If you are like most people, you have high self-esteem and tend to believe you are above average in just about every way. It keeps you going, keeps your head above water, so when the source of your own behavior is mysterious you will confabulate a story which paints you in a positive light. If you are on the other end of the self-esteem spectrum and tend to see yourself as undeserving and unworthy, you will rewrite nebulous behavior as the result of attitudes consistent with the persona of an incompetent person, deviant, or whatever flavor of loser you believe yourself to be. Successes will make you uncomfortable so you will dismiss them as flukes. If people are nice to you, you will assume they have ulterior motives or are mistaken. Whether you love or hate your persona, you protect the self with which you’ve become comfortable. When you observe your own behavior, or feel the gaze of an outsider, you manipulate the facts so they match your expectations.

Most animals just do what they do. Sea cucumbers and aardvarks don’t think about their actions, don’t feel shame, pride or regret. You do, even when there is no reason to. If you look back on a behavior, thought or emotion and feel befuddled, you feel an intense desire to explain it, and that explanation can affect your future behavior, your future thoughts, your future feelings.

Pay attention to when the cart is getting before the horse. Notice when a painful initiation leads to irrational devotion, or when unsatisfying jobs start to seem worthwhile. Remind yourself pledges and promises have power, as do uniforms and parades. Remember in the absence of extrinsic rewards you will seek out or create intrinsic ones. Take into account the higher the price you pay for your decisions the more you value them. See that ambivalence becomes certainty with time. Realize lukewarm feelings become stronger once you commit to a group, club or product. Be wary of the roles you play and the acts you put on, because you tend to fulfill the labels you accept. Above all, remember the more harm you cause, the more hate you feel, and the more kindness you deal into the world the more you come to love the people you help.


I will personally attest that this is true. Magnificently so.

I'm not saying "have a positive attitude and all your problems will go away!" That's not at all the same thing as "be kind." I'm not even saying "love everyone!" That's obviously not a great idea, if doing so means you do worthy things for unworthy people. I'm just saying that you must treat people carefully, because to some extent, what you do to them, you do to yourself. You can very easily change yourself for the worse by not examining the decisions you make, and change yourself for the better by consistently evaluating your behavior and where your energy is invested, and making small corrections. It's actually very cool.
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So fucking awesome I just took SAN loss.

Hand-painted glass eyes, wire-wrapped.







DO WANT. DO. WANT.

I was going to make a post about how I'm working on a new fully-painted box and I think it's going pretty well, but I suddenly feel terrible at what I do. And too amazed to care, because holy crap.

Hmm. Interesting! Ms. Knightley-Someday DESPERATELY wants one of these.

GAH.
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I'm closing the shit out of these tabs.

A useful rape analogy. Short, sharp, to the point. The truest thing you'll read today, almost guaranteed. It is, however, a picture, so I'll put the full text under the cut.

Analogy. )

50 Reasons to Reject Evolution! This is so sarcastic and so cruel and so, so funny. Not for you if you're the sort of person who scowls and finger-wags that snark will never change anyone's mind. That's not the point. This is pressure relief for those of us who have to deal with these dumbfucks.

The Man. A really useful articulation of the difference between a personal solution to a problem and a societal solution to a problem, and why we need the latter no matter how many people are able to bootstrap themselves with the former. I am so, so glad I read this. This discussion is framed in terms of race, but it also applies to many, many other situations.

A message to women from a man: you are not crazy is a look at gaslighting: "Gaslighting is a term, often used by mental health professionals . . . to describe manipulative behavior used to confuse people into thinking their reactions are so far off base that they’re crazy." While this passive-aggressive bullshit is not used only on women, this is a very common thing to see directed at women. It's also used (in my experience) against young people and (ironically) the mentally ill. Learn to recognize it.

A Toolkit for Spotting Prejudice is a good read. It addresses what actually makes up "tone." Have you ever heard something or read something that you just knew was bigoted, but couldn't explain why? This article sheds some light on a few reasons that might have happened. My only complaint is that I wish the article were much longer.

One of the Nineteen is a piece about how the standard image of fem-dom BDSM is so restrictive and so deeply not based in what actual dominant women want that there are lots of women who think they aren't dominant, and that they don't deserve to have a fulfilling sex life. Money shot:

There is no invisible line dividing you from the people who are allowed to have healthy, fulfilling, kinky sex lives. You don’t have to look like people in magazines. You don’t have to fit a prescribed role, gender or otherwise. You don’t have to be willing to fuck anyone, or limit yourself to fucking one person, or do either of those things but replacing “fuck” with “love.” You don’t have to be healthy or neurotypical. You don’t have to be between eighteen and thirty-five, or have any of the accepted mainstream fetishes, or make enough money to fill your closet and toybag with leather. Just the way you are right now, you already deserve to have healthy, respectful relationships, whether or not those relationships include BDSM or sex or love or none of those things. You deserve to explore what you want, to have clear and honest information available to you, and to express yourself safely. You deserve these things, not because I have invited you into my elitist kinky club, but because healthy, informed sexuality is for everyone.


The Million Basic Plots is a good link for all you writers out there who are routinely discouraged by the idea that "it's been done." It doesn't matter, folks. It truly doesn't.

Cedric Laquieze's stunningly beautiful art is assembled from bones, insect parts, flowers, and other natural materials. It is singular. His "fairies" in particular are genius, and I very much appreciate his naturalistic, not-cute approach. I adore the unsettling beauty of his flower skeleton sculptures, specifically the cat, which I think is the perfect combination of beautiful and alien. Much of his art is weird, some of it disturbing (freaky, not gross), and not all of it is to my taste, but he has an extraordinary eye.
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Hey!

First, and most briefly, we're rolling stuff out on the Kindle, finally. We're trying it out on Hour of the Gryphon first.



So, if you've been holding off because you don't want to sign up with a Smashwords account, you can do it through the Great Smiling Satan. It's still available on Smashwords in pretty much every format you could wish for, of course.

If you do grab it through Amazon, let me know how it looks! I am so jazzed to see it have an official Amazon page and everything. It's awesome.

Next, Sargon's got a story in the new Circlet Press anthology, Like a Treasure Found: Erotic Tales of Pirates!



Available right here, and on sale until September 13!

Table of Contents:

On Arid Seas by Bernie Mojzes
Of Great Renown by Diane Kepler
The Pirate from the Sky by Sacchi Green
The Ancient Shrine of the Double Cross by Paul Batteiger
A Shelter From All Storms by Kaysee Renee Robichaud
Daniel by Emily Moreton
The Final Voyage of the Devil’s Prow by Cèsar Sanchez Zapata

Here's an excerpt from Sargon's story, The Ancient Shrine of the Double Cross!

The entrance was choked with vines, but they could thread their way through until they were out of the light. Jim relaxed a bit when they were out of sight of her ship, but she still might try something at any moment.

He let go of her and she stepped away. She had that big broomhandle Mauser strapped to her right hip, and he kept a close eye on that. She looked him up and down with her green eyes glinting in the darkness like a jaguar sizing him up for dinner.

"Why Jim Slade you look like a month of disasters," she smirked at him. He tensed when she reached out and picked at his ragged shirt, as if trying to pull the tatters back together. Then she put her bare hand on his chest and traced her finger along the scratch he'd gotten in a fight with that big Cimarroon down by the river. "Still, I'd lick you down to a nub if I had the time."

He was looking her over too. The dark, tawny skin, the heavy features and wide, full lips. Sun had bleached her hair lighter than when he'd seen her last, with little braids at her temples keeping it out of her eyes. Her shirt was cut short and the sleeves ripped off to keep cool. Her pants slung low over her wide hips showed her golden belly with sweat tricking down the curves. Rips here and there showed her skin through down to her boots, laced tight up her calves.

Jim remembered licking those calves while he thrust between her thighs, feeling her liquid and hot, her breasts under his hands as she heaved and panted-

He made himself stop, shook his head like a wet dog. Get back in the game. He batted her hand aside and motioned at her with his .45. "Get moving. If you're keeping that saber, use it."

She smirked and turned, set to hacking the vines down to clear a path. She flicked on her light here and there to see, chopped down the thicker vines with quick cuts of her old CSA cavalry sword. He admired the play of her muscles under her skin as she worked.

Lilly cut a path and he followed her, watching and listening as insects skittered away from them in the darkness, half seen and glad for it. He knew damned well what kinds of nightmare bugs they had in this damned country.

He made sure to keep up with her, but not too close. He ducked swinging vines, pushed hanging moss out of his face, took a step, and the floor dropped out from under him.


C'mon! PIRATE SEX. This is a seriously awesome story. Just SO much fun. Go show the love. This is definitely an Adventurotica story, by the way. Tell your pirate-loving friends!



Also, Tony Frazier's awesome superhero novel Hero Go Home is up on Smashwords and Amazon!

Superhero Digger appears in his very first novel! When he is approached by some former teammates to join a new supergroup, Digger jumps at the chance, even though his role is only to mentor a younger, more powerful hero. But then a mysterious figure from his past warns him that all is not as it seems, and soon, all hell breaks loose. Literally.

Green monkeys and a Silver Scorpion! A Man Who's Known By Many Names! Balloon Armor! Ninja Robots! A Valkyrie Riding a Giant Wolf! A Deus Ex Machina! An Alien Invasion! Superbattles Galore! Hell on Earth! All in Color for a Dime!

Okay, that last one was a lie. It's a prose novel, and it's $3.99. But all the rest, seriously. Go read it.


I can hardly sum it up better than that. Frazier is one of the most flat-out funny people I know, and his writing is absolutely no exception. His blogs (The Stole Frazier's Brain! and Hero Go Home) are worth sticking around for, too. Cheesy movies, classic comics, and old radio serials galore! And superheroes. There should be more superhero prose fiction in the world. And it should be like this.

. . .

I've given you stuff to read! Why are you still here? Go click!
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Travis Tame)
In the "there's actually a word for that" category, we have:

ghost word
fictitious entry
mondegreen
kadigan aka placeholder name

These four things alone are responsible for so much of my literary sense of humor.

Also:

petrichor aka the smell of rain
geosmin aka the chemical responsible for the smell of turned earth


On the gender/feminism side, we have:

The performance of masculinity.

Educator Charlie Glickman discusses how our society teaches us that "being a man" is something you do, and not something you are, and thus, one's manly status is called into question every time he does something not inside the "acting like a man box."

It's a wonderful dissection of how privilege works together with rigid gender roles to create great pressure on men to conform. It's an excellent overview of the issue that never dissolves into a whiny WATM pity-party, yet still explores the destructive impact of sexist gender roles on men:

There's a difference between having understanding and compassion for the men who are trapped in the Box and cutting them slack. After all, it isn't as if the dude in the Box is giving any slack to women, queers, transgender or genderqueer folks, or for that matter, heterosexual cisgender men who refuse to pretend to be Real Men. And cutting men slack is another way of coddling them instead of helping them learn to let go of the Box and discover the freedom that comes from being who you are. Having compassion without coddling people is fierce. It’s powerful. And it requires the ability to hold onto both the fact that the Box hurts us all and that it gives heterosexual cisgender men privilege.


And it does hold those with privilege accountable for their actions. That line about not coddling them? Spot. On.


The redoubtable Hanne Blank on Real Women.

A short and powerful piece, ideal for linking and distributing. Send it to people you think would benefit from it. Maybe print out a copy and give it to your therapist for possible distribution to other patients? I plan to. Make sure it's read, and please read it.

Then go and read her followup, Why wouldn't I?, about accepting transgendered and intersexed women as real women. Damn fucking right. The only measure of gender that matters to me is what a person identifies as. All the rest is frosting on the cake. I don't see why respecting that is so hard for people when it costs them nothing.


And finally, some really good BDSM-related links I ran across this week:

I'm gonna need you to fight me on this: how violent sex helped ease my PTSD. Mac McClelland may not identify as kinky, but I think this is deeply relevant to our interests. Kink is often framed as something that we do because we are damaged. It's important to fight that viewpoint, both because it's not true, but because it's equally important to point out that even if we are damaged, what we do is still meaningful to us, and like any other thing we need, that helps us, it has great power to make us whole. Whether we are damaged or not, we are entitled to whatever healing we can find that does not harm another person, and we should be respected.


Safewords are dangerous. An older piece, but one I was only recently linked to. It's bound to be controversial, but it echoes feelings I've had ever since I started dipping my toe into playing with other people. The core of it is "A special safeword doesn't keep you safe!" and that is absolutely true. My own safeword is "stop" or "safeword." My way doesn't need to be everyone's way, because not everyone wants to play like I do (for example, someone who enjoys being able to say "stop" or "don't" or "no" during a scene, without bringing the scene to an end, a safeword is the perfect thing), but this is still an important issue that needs to be addressed within the specific context of each relationship and each scene.


Last, we have A field guide to Creepy Dom, a rather unflinching and uncompromising look at abusive behavior patterns in BDSM culture. Good stuff, though Asher says he has never liked the piece, and I can see that it does have a few problems.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
In the "there's actually a word for that" category, we have:

ghost word
fictitious entry
mondegreen
kadigan aka placeholder name
charactonym or aptronym

The first four are responsible for so much of my literary sense of humor. My love for the last is responsible for why I name my characters the way I do.

Also:

petrichor aka the smell of rain
geosmin aka the chemical responsible for the smell of turned earth


On the gender/feminism side, we have:

The performance of masculinity.

Educator Charlie Glickman discusses how our society teaches us that "being a man" is something you do, and not something you are, and thus, one's manly status is called into question every time he does something not inside the "acting like a man box."

It's a wonderful dissection of how privilege works together with rigid gender roles to create great pressure on men to conform. It's an excellent overview of the issue that never dissolves into a whiny WATM pity-party, yet still explores the destructive impact of sexist gender roles on men:

There's a difference between having understanding and compassion for the men who are trapped in the Box and cutting them slack. After all, it isn't as if the dude in the Box is giving any slack to women, queers, transgender or genderqueer folks, or for that matter, heterosexual cisgender men who refuse to pretend to be Real Men. And cutting men slack is another way of coddling them instead of helping them learn to let go of the Box and discover the freedom that comes from being who you are. Having compassion without coddling people is fierce. It’s powerful. And it requires the ability to hold onto both the fact that the Box hurts us all and that it gives heterosexual cisgender men privilege.


And it does hold those with privilege accountable for their actions. That line about not coddling them? Spot. On.


The redoubtable Hanne Blank on Real Women.

A short and powerful piece, ideal for linking and distributing. Send it to people you think would benefit from it. Maybe print out a copy and give it to your therapist for possible distribution to other patients? I plan to. Make sure it's read, and please read it.

Then go and read her followup, Why wouldn't I?, about accepting transgendered and intersexed women as real women. Damn fucking right. The only measure of gender that matters to me is what a person identifies as. All the rest is frosting on the cake. I don't see why respecting that is so hard for people when it costs them nothing.


And finally, some really good BDSM-related links I ran across this week:

I'm gonna need you to fight me on this: how violent sex helped ease my PTSD. Mac McClelland may not identify as kinky, but I think this is deeply relevant to our interests. Kink is often framed as something that we do because we are damaged. It's important to fight that viewpoint, both because it's not true, but because it's equally important to point out that even if we are damaged, what we do is still meaningful to us, and like any other thing we need, that helps us, it has great power to make us whole. Whether we are damaged or not, we are entitled to whatever healing we can find that does not harm another person, and we should be respected.


Safewords are dangerous. An older piece, but one I was only recently linked to. It's bound to be controversial, but it echoes feelings I've had ever since I started dipping my toe into playing with other people. The core of it is "A special safeword doesn't keep you safe!" and that is absolutely true. My own safeword is "stop" or "safeword." My way doesn't need to be everyone's way, because not everyone wants to play like I do (for example, someone who enjoys being able to say "stop" or "don't" or "no" during a scene, without bringing the scene to an end, a safeword is the perfect thing), but this is still an important issue that needs to be addressed within the specific context of each relationship and each scene.


Last, we have A field guide to Creepy Dom, a rather unflinching and uncompromising look at abusive behavior patterns in BDSM culture. Good stuff, though Asher says he has never liked the piece, and I can see that it does have a few problems.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (El Dorado: Miracle/Cheat)
I am preparing a links post for all sorts of things (ALL the links!) but right now I want you to go read this.

Holly at The Pervocracy: "Why does she stay with that jerk?"

Spoiler:

The one thing that isn't on the list, anywhere, is "the victim is just weak and stupid."


Go. Read it now. Link to it. Send it to as many people as you can. Holly's blog doesn't have a huge readership, and this needs to be seen.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (El Dorado: Miracle/Cheat)
I am preparing a links post for all sorts of things (ALL the links!) but right now I want you to go read this.

Holly at The Pervocracy: "Why does she stay with that jerk?"

Spoiler:

The one thing that isn't on the list, anywhere, is "the victim is just weak and stupid."


Go. Read it now. Link to it. Send it to as many people as you can. Holly's blog doesn't have a huge readership, and this needs to be seen.

Disclaimer

May. 24th, 2011 05:35 am
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Bookish)
Uuuugh. Guys? I am way behind on answering comments and emails. Like, this is ridiculous. Please be patient with me, and if you really need something, go ahead and poke me. I truly won't mind. I'm just . . . not keeping up with shit at the moment. My apologies.

For the moment, have things that have been amusing me.

A truly beautiful entry by [livejournal.com profile] seanan_mcguire.

Clara Driscoll, not Louis Comfort Tiffany, was responsible for a great many of Tiffany's masterpieces. I think it is really, really important to publicize this sort of thing, and get the word out. Her story is hardly unique in the history of gifted women.

Silly looking cat fails to meow. Repeatedly.

Amber Benson on prostituting your creativity for fun and profit.

I was not a Roseanne fan, but this is a really interesting and in places amazing article about her experience working as a woman in Hollywood. Really good reading. And I really like the picture of her that they chose to go with it.

The Pervocracy, a blog I just found, still in its infancy and relatively unspoiled by hordes of commenters. I like it a lot. There are some jerks in comments here and there, as the blog is not yet popular enough to have a self-policing group of commenters. I really enjoyed her recent post about scenes and subspace, for one.

Domism: Role Essentialism and Sexism Intersectionality in the BDSM Scene, a really great article about BDSM roles and sexism.

Old Boingboing entry, featuring pictures of a set of piano/organ-maker's tools that are just breathtaking. A must-see. And the guy's name was Studley.

I've had this entry open in tabs since it was posted. Author [livejournal.com profile] lanerobins discusses scenes that are not working, and how she goes about figuring out what's wrong. I always like reading about this sort of thing. The process is so individual, so unique to each person, yet there is always something you can learn from them.

There. I've closed out tabs. Now I'm going to try to find something constructive to do. Maybe answer emails. Yeesh.

Disclaimer

May. 24th, 2011 05:35 am
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Bookish)
Uuuugh. Guys? I am way behind on answering comments and emails. Like, this is ridiculous. Please be patient with me, and if you really need something, go ahead and poke me. I truly won't mind. I'm just . . . not keeping up with shit at the moment. My apologies.

For the moment, have things that have been amusing me.

A truly beautiful entry by [livejournal.com profile] seanan_mcguire.

Clara Driscoll, not Louis Comfort Tiffany, was responsible for a great many of Tiffany's masterpieces. I think it is really, really important to publicize this sort of thing, and get the word out. Her story is hardly unique in the history of gifted women.

Silly looking cat fails to meow. Repeatedly.

Amber Benson on prostituting your creativity for fun and profit.

I was not a Roseanne fan, but this is a really interesting and in places amazing article about her experience working as a woman in Hollywood. Really good reading. And I really like the picture of her that they chose to go with it.

The Pervocracy, a blog I just found, still in its infancy and relatively unspoiled by hordes of commenters. I like it a lot. There are some jerks in comments here and there, as the blog is not yet popular enough to have a self-policing group of commenters. I really enjoyed her recent post about scenes and subspace, for one.

Domism: Role Essentialism and Sexism Intersectionality in the BDSM Scene, a really great article about BDSM roles and sexism.

Old Boingboing entry, featuring pictures of a set of piano/organ-maker's tools that are just breathtaking. A must-see. And the guy's name was Studley.

I've had this entry open in tabs since it was posted. Author [livejournal.com profile] lanerobins discusses scenes that are not working, and how she goes about figuring out what's wrong. I always like reading about this sort of thing. The process is so individual, so unique to each person, yet there is always something you can learn from them.

There. I've closed out tabs. Now I'm going to try to find something constructive to do. Maybe answer emails. Yeesh.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Warning: Death Ray)
Literally the most entertaining terrible porn I have ever read. This person's friend found a three-ring binder under a sink in the basement of her new house, and the contents are unbelievable. Do not read at work, or while eating or drinking, or at any time when howling with laughter might be considered rude or disruptive.

A sample, emphasis added, from the Arthurian tale "Reparations":


The day King Arthur discovered that his wife was having an affair with Sir Lancelot, the air was hot and humid, like the inside of a vagina. It was unusual weather, and it helped to sear the memory into his mind. He decided to demand recompense.

“Lancelot, old boy! I know what you’ve been doing with the Queen!” the King shouted across the tourney grounds, where Lancelot was practicing.

“My liege?” said Lancelot. From the practice, sweat was pooling on the tops of his ears, and dribbling down like cascades.

“Never mind apologies. I’ll forgive you in exchange for your rectum.”

Lancelot’s eyes widened like spinning tires. “Of course, sire,” he said. He stripped from his armor and leaned over the practice dummy with which he had been sparring. He was still sweaty from practice, and looked as though one of the castle’s maidservants had rubbed him down with cod liver oil. The King examined him appreciatively.

“Jolly good,” he said. He reached out to cup Lancelot’s scrotum, and swirled the testes like chi gong balls. “We’ll need to ease the passage, however.”

The King reached into his robes, and pulled out a potion. “This was given to me by the wizard Merlin,” he said. “He told me that I would need it someday. As ever, he was right; frighteningly useful chap, that Merlin.”

He looked down at the swollen globes of Lancelot’s ass, each as taut as a pregnant belly. The King slapped each one, as though to inspire the child inside to take its first breath. Lancelot moaned. The King reached into the potion bottle, and lathered its contents inside Lancelot’s anus. “I’ll reclaim my honor and we can be done with this mess, then,” said the King, and thrust his member through the sphincter.


It only gets better from there. The threesome with Guenevere ("Vera") is especially painful.

Amazing zoomable composite photo of the galactic center. Part of a three-part project. You can see the other parts from links at that page. Absolutely amazing.

An interesting article about creating secure, easy-to-remember passwords. Busts the myth that random-character impossible-to-remember passwords are secure. Very interesting reading.

Last, [livejournal.com profile] simplykimberly does kitten fostering. She's amazing, and posts the most adorable pictures of her babies. The latest crop is especially cute. She posts on [livejournal.com profile] splodefromcute from time to time, but I just found out she has an actual blog over at Kimberly's Kittens. Go check it out. Super, super adorable.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Warning: Death Ray)
Literally the most entertaining terrible porn I have ever read. This person's friend found a three-ring binder under a sink in the basement of her new house, and the contents are unbelievable. Do not read at work, or while eating or drinking, or at any time when howling with laughter might be considered rude or disruptive.

A sample, emphasis added, from the Arthurian tale "Reparations":


The day King Arthur discovered that his wife was having an affair with Sir Lancelot, the air was hot and humid, like the inside of a vagina. It was unusual weather, and it helped to sear the memory into his mind. He decided to demand recompense.

“Lancelot, old boy! I know what you’ve been doing with the Queen!” the King shouted across the tourney grounds, where Lancelot was practicing.

“My liege?” said Lancelot. From the practice, sweat was pooling on the tops of his ears, and dribbling down like cascades.

“Never mind apologies. I’ll forgive you in exchange for your rectum.”

Lancelot’s eyes widened like spinning tires. “Of course, sire,” he said. He stripped from his armor and leaned over the practice dummy with which he had been sparring. He was still sweaty from practice, and looked as though one of the castle’s maidservants had rubbed him down with cod liver oil. The King examined him appreciatively.

“Jolly good,” he said. He reached out to cup Lancelot’s scrotum, and swirled the testes like chi gong balls. “We’ll need to ease the passage, however.”

The King reached into his robes, and pulled out a potion. “This was given to me by the wizard Merlin,” he said. “He told me that I would need it someday. As ever, he was right; frighteningly useful chap, that Merlin.”

He looked down at the swollen globes of Lancelot’s ass, each as taut as a pregnant belly. The King slapped each one, as though to inspire the child inside to take its first breath. Lancelot moaned. The King reached into the potion bottle, and lathered its contents inside Lancelot’s anus. “I’ll reclaim my honor and we can be done with this mess, then,” said the King, and thrust his member through the sphincter.


It only gets better from there. The threesome with Guenevere ("Vera") is especially painful.

Amazing zoomable composite photo of the galactic center. Part of a three-part project. You can see the other parts from links at that page. Absolutely amazing.

An interesting article about creating secure, easy-to-remember passwords. Busts the myth that random-character impossible-to-remember passwords are secure. Very interesting reading.

Last, [livejournal.com profile] simplykimberly does kitten fostering. She's amazing, and posts the most adorable pictures of her babies. The latest crop is especially cute. She posts on [livejournal.com profile] splodefromcute from time to time, but I just found out she has an actual blog over at Kimberly's Kittens. Go check it out. Super, super adorable.
naamah_darling: The letter A in a compass rose. (Adventurotica)
I just want to say, very briefly, that Smashwords has earned my loyalty and my respect.

It's a small outfit; I don't know how many people actually work there, but it's not very many, and when I have asked support questions, it was the site's founder who answered them both times.

Twice now, they have helped me out: once to patiently point me at something I could have found if I'd been looking in the right place, and second, to fix a stupid, stupid mistake I had made that required some account surgery to fix. Something I was pretty sure they would not be willing/able to do.

Also, not only do they call their adult content filter the "prude filter," it's opt-in, not opt-out.

I do not hesitate to recommend them, if self e-publishing is how you want to go about getting your stuff out there and you don't want to mess with conversion software yourself. Everything I have done so far has been easy and painless, and their style/formatting guide is both thorough and easy to understand (whereas documentation for the Kindle publication platform totally stinks), and has enabled me to, twice, format e-books that came out on the other side of the Meatgrinder as good-looking, legible e-books.

The only complaint I have is that there is currently no way to assign dual authorship to a book. That's unfortunate, but hardly a dealbreaker, and I am hopeful that the founder, Mark Coker, will address that in some way in the future, given that he seems committed to steering Smashwords in a writer-friendly direction. So far the site seems very responsive to authors' needs.

Others have complained that it takes time for books to get approved for this or that, or that communications go unanswered. Yes, this happens, but I'm not complaining. When you understand how few people are on staff there, it becomes understandable. The wait for premium listing is tolerable. If you need support, and you don't hear back in 48 hours, try them again. They are extremely friendly and helpful.

It's a wonderful service, and the basic account creation and setup and book conversion costs you nothing, so you aren't out anything up front but whatever you spent making the cover. Your book is available for purchase as soon as it comes out the other side of the conversion process (an hour to several hours).

Highly recommended. I wish them lots of luck, and hope they stay a good company to work with!
naamah_darling: The letter A in a compass rose. (Adventurotica)
I just want to say, very briefly, that Smashwords has earned my loyalty and my respect.

It's a small outfit; I don't know how many people actually work there, but it's not very many, and when I have asked support questions, it was the site's founder who answered them both times.

Twice now, they have helped me out: once to patiently point me at something I could have found if I'd been looking in the right place, and second, to fix a stupid, stupid mistake I had made that required some account surgery to fix. Something I was pretty sure they would not be willing/able to do.

Also, not only do they call their adult content filter the "prude filter," it's opt-in, not opt-out.

I do not hesitate to recommend them, if self e-publishing is how you want to go about getting your stuff out there and you don't want to mess with conversion software yourself. Everything I have done so far has been easy and painless, and their style/formatting guide is both thorough and easy to understand (whereas documentation for the Kindle publication platform totally stinks), and has enabled me to, twice, format e-books that came out on the other side of the Meatgrinder as good-looking, legible e-books.

The only complaint I have is that there is currently no way to assign dual authorship to a book. That's unfortunate, but hardly a dealbreaker, and I am hopeful that the founder, Mark Coker, will address that in some way in the future, given that he seems committed to steering Smashwords in a writer-friendly direction. So far the site seems very responsive to authors' needs.

Others have complained that it takes time for books to get approved for this or that, or that communications go unanswered. Yes, this happens, but I'm not complaining. When you understand how few people are on staff there, it becomes understandable. The wait for premium listing is tolerable. If you need support, and you don't hear back in 48 hours, try them again. They are extremely friendly and helpful.

It's a wonderful service, and the basic account creation and setup and book conversion costs you nothing, so you aren't out anything up front but whatever you spent making the cover. Your book is available for purchase as soon as it comes out the other side of the conversion process (an hour to several hours).

Highly recommended. I wish them lots of luck, and hope they stay a good company to work with!
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Cruel Intentions Asshole Day)
Briefly, this is the stupidest fucking article I've seen in . . . a very long time. I'm really having a hard time even mocking it, it's so pathetic:

Last supper 'has been super-sized', say obesity experts

The food portions depicted in paintings of the Last Supper have grown larger - in line with our own super-sizing of meals, say obesity experts.


. . .

Charlene Shoneye, an obesity dietician for the charity Weight Concern, said: "I'm really not surprised by these findings because the size of our plates and food portions has increased.

"Twenty years ago, for example, most crisps used to come in packs that were 20g. Now they are 30g, 50g or even 60g, and we are still eating the whole pack.

"This super-sizing has changed our perception of normal."

But she said it was not too late to reverse the trend and that individuals, society and the food industry should look to smaller portions.


OH NOES!

Just go read it. It's so stupid I can't even be angry with it. It's just so ludicrous and filled with fail.

To quote Sleep Talkin' Man, "Watching you think is like watching a cat shovel shit with two broken paws. Painful, but I just can't stop watching."

I'd mock it more thoroughly, but I'm very tired and my allergies are acting up and I really just want to go read a book. Hopefully some of the FA blogs will pick it up and run with it.

Anyway.

So the car thing is not as bad as we had thought. It's still totaled, but when we went to look at it in daylight, we discovered a note, and were able to contact the person who ran into it, who is fully insured. So, we will be getting something toward a new-to-us car. It remains to be seen how much. Still, welcome news.

I sat down tonight and brainstormed ideas for Adventurotica entries; I want to have a weekly feature on the website where I talk about something related to writing, or sex, or kink, or whatever. Something interesting. Assuming one a week, I have over a year's worth of ideas already. I feel pretty good about it.

Right. Off to find that book.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Cruel Intentions Asshole Day)
Briefly, this is the stupidest fucking article I've seen in . . . a very long time. I'm really having a hard time even mocking it, it's so pathetic:

Last supper 'has been super-sized', say obesity experts

The food portions depicted in paintings of the Last Supper have grown larger - in line with our own super-sizing of meals, say obesity experts.


. . .

Charlene Shoneye, an obesity dietician for the charity Weight Concern, said: "I'm really not surprised by these findings because the size of our plates and food portions has increased.

"Twenty years ago, for example, most crisps used to come in packs that were 20g. Now they are 30g, 50g or even 60g, and we are still eating the whole pack.

"This super-sizing has changed our perception of normal."

But she said it was not too late to reverse the trend and that individuals, society and the food industry should look to smaller portions.


OH NOES!

Just go read it. It's so stupid I can't even be angry with it. It's just so ludicrous and filled with fail.

To quote Sleep Talkin' Man, "Watching you think is like watching a cat shovel shit with two broken paws. Painful, but I just can't stop watching."

I'd mock it more thoroughly, but I'm very tired and my allergies are acting up and I really just want to go read a book. Hopefully some of the FA blogs will pick it up and run with it.

Anyway.

So the car thing is not as bad as we had thought. It's still totaled, but when we went to look at it in daylight, we discovered a note, and were able to contact the person who ran into it, who is fully insured. So, we will be getting something toward a new-to-us car. It remains to be seen how much. Still, welcome news.

I sat down tonight and brainstormed ideas for Adventurotica entries; I want to have a weekly feature on the website where I talk about something related to writing, or sex, or kink, or whatever. Something interesting. Assuming one a week, I have over a year's worth of ideas already. I feel pretty good about it.

Right. Off to find that book.

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