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Do you keep a commonplace book?
Yes
No
Commonplace books (or commonplaces) are personal notebooks used to compile any information the owner finds interesting or useful. They can contain notes, proverbs, adages, aphorisms, maxims, recipes, quotes, letters, poems, tables of weights and measures, prayers, legal formulas, and other professional references.
Yes and you're reading it now
This is really funny on dark mode
On dark mode this is like a clown trying to hide behind a light pole.
went to a new optometrist today wearing my squid facts ‘save our freaks’ shirt from @sarahmackattack that has a strawberry squid on it. and i wasn’t even thinking about it but the optometrist walked in and he was like ‘oh what does your shirt say’ so i showed him and he was like ‘oh that’s neat!’ and then i thought he might like to know about strawberry squid eyes since they have weird eyes and he is an optometrist and all. so i was like ‘yeah it’s actually a real kind of squid called a strawberry squid, their eyes are really cool because they have one big yellow-green one and one small blue one’ and he kind of gasped and went ‘oh my god that’s so interesting i wonder why they have that. do you know what their retina composition is like?’ and i watched as he minimized my chart on the computer and started looking up images of strawberry squid and then he googled ‘strawberry squid retina composition’ and he was like ‘sorry we’ll get to your eye exam in a moment i just really want to find out’ LMAO 10/10 optometrist experience will be returning
Hell yeah
You can pretty much take any random ordinary location and the name of any random figure of greek mythology, and you've already got the starting point of an intriguing character concept.
Truck stop Icarus - damn boy, what happened to you?
Alehouse Persephone - it's always warm where you go and cold when you leave
Train station Odysseus - wherever you're trying to go, you're probably on a detour
Drunk tank Pandora - what can of fresh hell did you open?
Office Cassandra - she fucking told y'all that it would end like this
Detroit Zeus - I know nothing about you and I already hope I'll never meet you
Alehouse Persephone
- it’s always warm where you go
and cold when you leave
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Daily affirmations
I am a freak and that is ok
Anyone who hates on me for my writing has never picked up a pencil in their life
I should be more self indulgent
My characters should suffer more
Do you love boobies?
Like the birds? I like that they have blue feet.
There's actually 6 different types of boobies.
Like the red footed boobie who has a surprisingly colorful beak:
The masked booby and his close cousin the nasca booby who look like they came from home alone 3 with that mask of theirs:
The Peruvian booby who didn't want to wear the same clothes as everyone else in the family photo:
And the emo cousin the brown booby who was very excited to hear about mcr:
And of course everyone's favorite, the blue footed booby:
I hope y'all know that I now work around non-booby animals and that one of my coworkers brought up this exact post in conversation today when we were talking about birds and their various subspecies.
Sometimes you hear a song and a fic pops into your head full formed. This is a trap. The fic may be fully formed in your brain, but you still Have to write it down. This is an important step that most people forget about.
which outfit would you rather wear? (1978)
left 🩵
center 🤍
right ❤️
haha dude that was an excellent knight kink post. you know you don't have to be useful to be worthy of love, right?
Spinning right from the bunny. He was off course naturally shedding, and was perfectly content to let me take the fiber from him.
When I was a kid, maybe 14 or so (which is, you know, 20+ years ago), I belonged to a Yahoo! mailing list for an anime called Gundam Wing. It was mostly populated by other teens, of varying ages, as it was started by a teen and her friends. Eventually it migrated, when Yahoo! groups started as forums, and even branched off into non-GW related stuff in a second forum.
One of the things I remember the most clearly is the oldest person in the group. Her name was Steelsong. She was a 40-something Dom with a sub whose name we knew even though we knew nothing else. She ran her own fanfic archive because the web was still handmade HTML and navigated in webrings and I’m pretty sure Google didn’t exist or was only barely, barely launched and not well known. She was kind and patient and we loved her. She treated everyone on the group with the respect given any adult, even though most of the rest of the world was still treating us like we were children. Not teenagers even, but children. She never once condescended to any of us, never made our youth a barrier to her respect, never treated us like we were incapable of being full people or like we were less than her because we were young.
I remember that she hosted our fanfiction, as absolutely terrible as it was (and I still have some of it, I am WELL aware of how cringingly terrible it is, just absolute nonsense garbage), right there alongside of other fic that was soul-achingly beautiful. Not a separate section for her friends or for kids, just right there like we were good enough to feature alongside other authors. I never once received crit from her that I didn’t ask for, only support. Only love. I am still writing today partly because Steel was so kind about our fic, fanfic and original.
I remember that when I started doing clay sculpture, she commissioned a tiny pair of dragons from me, to support me doing artwork. She sent a check my mom cashed for me, and my mom helped me mail it when it was finished. It broke in transit, and Steel assured me that she mended it and that it was still beautiful. It was a small gold dragon curled up with a small silver dragon.
I remember that her patience knew no bounds. I remember that she was there for us, regardless of reason. When we wanted to know silly things like what to do with a single AA battery, she answered. When we had serious questions about sex, she answered. When we had questions about writing, she taught us. When one of our group members, a young gay teen in Australia, ended up in the hospital and then stopped making posts, and we all knew what had happened, she let us talk to her about it because we couldn’t go to our own parents, even though we had just lost a friend.
She was not a replacement to my parents, but she was an extra parent, in some ways. A friend, certainly, but someone that had been through more life than we had and was willing to pass on knowledge if we asked for it. Someone older that we trusted with things that were too uncomfortable to go to our parents or teachers or whatever about, because we already knew she wasn’t going to judge us or something, and that we would get an honest answer.
I don’t know why I’m remembering this so hard tonight, and I’m not sure if there’s a point to sharing this, except that I know she’s gone now. She was ill the last time we spoke, and her site went down a long time ago, and I miss her. She was a huge influence on my life, then and now. She was hope, for me, that life as an adult didn’t have to be boring, it wouldn’t have to mean giving up the things I loved and Becoming Only Responsible With No Fun. Her presence meant I had hope I could still write and play with friends even when I wasn’t ‘a kid’ anymore. And she’s gone, and I miss her, and I wanted to share her from the perspective of youth, and the perspective over twenty years later has provided me.
And I think of her, when people go off about older folks being in fandom with younger folks. I’m an older folks now, or at least middle aged folks because there are certainly folks older than me still, but I wasn’t always. I’ve been here since i was a younger folks, and I know how much Steel’s presence and support meant to me, how much she helped not just me but everyone on that group. And I think of the people saying older folks don’t belong in fandom, and that they shouldn’t interact with younger folks at all, and I just think… I can’t agree. I needed that kind of solid presence in my life back then and even at the age I am now, I need the folks older than me to stay. I want them here.
So I guess, like, if you’re here and you’re 40 or 50 or 60 or 70 or 80 or whatever, I want you here in fandom with me, still. Your presence here is a comfort. It is hope. It is a reminder that life will continue to be fun, even as I get older, myself. And if you’re younger and you have this sort of elder in your groups, I hope that they are like Steel. I hope they are kind and patient and supportive, and that knowing them gives you hope for your own future. I hope in twenty years you look back and remember them fondly.
*hugs you tight* fandom mother’s and grandmothers are important and how we keep and pass the Lore.
I remember as a 17 year old kid just getting access to the Internet without my parent over my shoulder for the first time (the computer was still in the living room, but I had been deemed mature enough to be allowed my own email account, finally, so I could create accounts without having to get them individually approved by both parents), and it didn’t even occur to me to wonder how old any of the people I was talking with were, because we were all fans of this one TV show that is long forgotten. it’s not even available as dvd sets or streaming last I checked. Then I put on my headphones and had this yahoo voice chat, and one of the women was from Russia and had a very thick accent, and another was a black woman from North Carolina and sounded it, and I was a little white girl in TX who was just absolutely gobsmacked that these people were so different from me and loved what I loved, and while I eventually moved on from that fandom, I still have very fond memories of that group* * (except for the ~40 something year old woman who plagerized my fic series but changed the pairing. I’m now a 40 something year old woman and I cannot imagine wanting to copy a 17 year old kid’s writing like that, yikes!)
Pretty much from the minute I got online in 1993 I was very focused on and motivated by building resources for other fans. Whether it was writing an FAQ for my favorite cartoon from the ‘80s to post to Usenet or building fanfiction archive websites and beta reading mailing lists and writer’s resources websites and at one point writing a column at fanfiction.net, I was always somebody who wanted to create places where people could learn from each other and form genuine friendships and have deep discussions about the things we loved as well as do silly things like write drinking games, but the whole point was that people could feel that they genuinely were a part of a community.
My nickname on the Lois & Clark and Due South listservs I ran was ‘Mom’ because that was just how we referred to it back then. I learned the ropes from Lori (Laurie?) and Debbie who ran the FK and Highlander listservs. List Mom’s job to keep the trains running on time and moderate any petty conflicts and lay down the law when necessary.
When we all met up in Los Angeles for the first FoLCfest a lot of people were shocked that I was like 20. I don’t know, maybe I came across as older online? although looking back at pictures from like 1994 now and I’m like Oh my God I was an infant why did anyone listen to anything I had to say ever?
And now I’m in my early 50s and and walking in the footsteps of so many of the fannish ladies who raised me starting around 15 years old when I started attending Star Trek conventions and learning about fanzines and then contributing to fanzines and then eventually editing & publishing ‘zines.
And it’s crazy seeing all the 15 and 16-year-olds that I met who have grown into these extraordinary women in the intervening 25 years. like it melts my brain a whole lot sometimes, and the cycle just continues.
I will never forget being on a panel at MediaWest*Con with one of my favorite Star Trek tie-in authors, Jean Lorrah, and after the panel just sort of boggling that someone I had looked up to so much was just like me. Just as nerdy, just as invested, just as crazy. and that’s continued with every author that I know.
after the Star Trek Starfleet Academy episode aired where the doctor mentioned his family from the Voyager episode real life I went back and watched it and I had completely forgotten that that was the episode where B'Ellana was reading Women Warriors At the River Of Blood. and I think was the first round robin from the AOL Star Trek writing community that I participated in. round robins for totally a thing in the late ‘90s I don’t know how else to explain it except that in Forever Knight and Star Trek fandom. We were all insane and we would play sort of a roving game of 'fuck your buddy’ where you would write a chapter and end it in a ridiculous place on purpose so the next person had to pick it up and try to top your bit, and make all the pieces fit and then at the end of it I think with that one I was the one who is in charge of editing the whole thing and putting it all together and smoothing out some of the edges.
Do yourselves a massive favor: practice asking for help BEFORE it's an emergency.
I am a social worker. I have worked in community mental health and in home-based healthcare. And it is much, much easier for me to help you when the situation you're in is not yet a full-blown crisis.
"I'm out of money and have been for a while and now I haven't eaten for three days." This is a crisis. A crisis where I'm likely going to have to put you in the car and take you to the nearest food bank--except food banks require appointments now, and the next opening is in four days, so you're staring down the barrel of a week with no food. That's obviously not going to work, so, let's call eight different food banks until we've found one that has an appointment the next day...except it's in the neighboring county and you can't drive. So now I'm calling your doctor to try and brow beat an emergency plan of care update out of him so I can come back the next day and drive you to the food bank. And we haven't even started on the "constantly broke" part of the problem.
"I don't think I have enough food to make it to my next paycheck. I have (xyz) in my house and that will only last until (date)." This is bad, but not a crisis. We have a few days. We make you an appointment at the food bank and contact your brother to make sure you have a ride there. Now we can spend our visit talking about what bills are causing you the most problems and make a jump on a long-term solution, like looping in a community action agency to cover your utilities and getting you an OTC card from Medicaid to cover some of your groceries every month.
"I'm ten months behind on rent, and my landlord said I have a week to get out, or the cops will throw me out. I don't have the money, and if I get evicted, I have nowhere to go." This is a crisis. Every single thing we do here is going to be some version of a Hail Mary. In Michigan, we have the state emergency relief fund for rent issues, but process time is well over one week. There are community action agencies that we can call to assist you with payment, but they are unlikely to have sufficient funds to cover nearly a year of back rent. We can contact legal aid clinics to try and prevent your landlord from evicting you, but they may look at your case and determine that too much "fault" lies with you. Most likely, I'm going to have to put you in touch with homeless shelters and the public housing office.
"I'm two months behind on rent and I don't think I'll be able to pay next month either." This is bad, but not a crisis. This is solvable. We have time to apply for SER, or put you in contact with community action agencies. We have time to review your finances and see if you qualify for a public housing wait list or other forms of ongoing rental assistance. We have time to talk about a million possible adjustments to try and ease the burden of your rent.
"I am the sole caregiver for my elderly parent who has dementia and is emotionally volatile and fully dependent on me. I have not slept through the night in weeks and I have not had an actual break for over a year. I am having screaming meltdowns multiple times a week and I am threatening self-harm unless someone comes to collect my parent and take over all caregiver duties." This is a crisis. This is a crisis where the ethical code of my profession demands that I call 911 and report the conversation to them. They will likely come to the house and interview you. If they determine your threats were serious, they will have you forcibly committed to a psych ward. Your parent will either be dumped into a random hospital or rehab center, or left in the house on their own. Upon release from your psych hold, you will be expected to resume caregiving duties as though nothing happened. Except, now, adult protective services is actively investigating you, because it was determined you may be an ongoing danger to your parent.
"I am the sole caregiver for my demented parent, and I have not had a break in a couple of weeks, and I feel angry and weepy most of the time." This is bad, but not a crisis. We can get you in touch with volunteer groups for respite, and apply for state funded programs to get more day-to-day help, and talk about long-term planning for when the dementia symptoms get worse. We can get you the phone numbers for crisis lines and enroll you in a support group.
Obviously, you can ask for help at any point. Don't use this an excuse to never ask for help. If you always wait until it's a crisis, fine, you have free will. But you are ALLOWED to ask for help BEFORE you're in a blind panic, and it is always easier to get help when you aren't screaming and sobbing because you think your life is over.
Seriously anyone engaging with age verification bill discourse in terms of whether or not you think age restricting content is good or bad are completely missing the point.
These bills have nothing to do with keeping young people from doing certain things or protecting the children or whatever. Their point is and always has been one thing: If your operating system knows who you are it is impossible to have any real form of privacy on the computer.
Thats it, thats the whole thing. They want to link your every single usage of computers to your real world identity, and like they have been doing for all of time, they are hiding under the guise of protecting the children.
Hey y'all why are writers always cold?
...why?
They're always surrounded by drafts!
How many mystery writers does it take to change a lightbulb?
Oh god.
How many?
Two! One to change the bulb, and the other to give it an unexpected twist at the end!
What do writers have for breakfast?
Coffee?
Synonym buns!
Where do all the struggling writers live?
How are you coming up with all these?
Where?
Writer's Block!
What do writers suffer from each spring?
(I've heard a lot of them over the years.)
Allergies. Next question.
you were close; A case of allegories
Why are writers always in great shape?
Circular prose
Nope! It's because we're always running out of ideas!
Did you hear about the famous writer who turned out to be a fraud?
I did not
His life had it's prose and cons...
Why is editing a better job than writing?
It's more rewording?
Correct! I am out of jokes. :(
@lynne-monstr
Jesse we need to leave my pussy
fyi
this post has been up for five hours and has two notes. i think tumblr shitcanned it because it has pictures of women wearing bras on it. very cool. no censorship message, just vanishing it
AHHHHHH someone put all the info from the now-extremely-hard-to-read, 10+ year old bra post into one nice infograph! THAT POST WAS MY BOOB BIBLE. Yay Boob New Testament!
@aspect-rei
