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Nov. 23rd, 2025 01:08 pm
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I had a lot of trouble getting things done this week. That may have been due in part to having gone out of the house three times (for a doctor's appointment, labs, and picking up drugs at the pharmacy). Each of which burns up two or three hours, and I seem to have trouble switching gears after that. Or maybe I'm just lazy.

Thursday I let the cats out of my room, which may have been a mistake. Picking Bronx up afterward and trying to carry him upstairs to put him back was definitely a mistake, and a firm reminder to keep one hand on the banister every damned time. Fortunately, I got away with it -- this time.

I've started using compression socks; they seem to help somewhat with the edema, but it's still there and doesn't seem much improved in the morning after not wearing the socks at night. Well, I have another appointment this coming Friday.

Linkies: Record Numbers of Younger Women Want to Leave the U.S. -- if you're surprised, you may be reading the wrong blog. Also, Satellite images reveal the fastest Antarctic glacier retreat ever. On the other hand, it seems that A Poem Is All You Need to Jailbreak a chatbot.

And on the gripping hand, here's a filk adjacent cat video: Bohemian Catsody.

Notes & links, as usual )

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Everybody knows a hot dog is not a sandwich... it's a taco.

(Taken from the comments here.)

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This one might be a bit of an obscure dive even for me, but I found this video fascinating. In it, YouTube creator Joekutz's Workbench manages to get green LEDs to light not by any kind of direct power current, but by ambient electrical fields: static electricity, holding wires up to various objects, etc.

The effect basically looks like "power from nothingness" – which is just the sort of thing that the Illuminati would encourage, suppress, or both at the same time . . .

Steven Marsh

Warehouse 23 News: The City Never Sleeps Because Of All The Action

There are a million stories in the city, and they're all exciting! GURPS Action 9: The City shows how you can add GURPS City Stats to your GURPS Action campaigns. It also features six sample cities to use with your own action-packed adventures. Download it today from Warehouse 23!

Dione and Rhea Ring Transit

Nov. 23rd, 2025 06:23 am
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Seen to the left of Saturn's banded planetary disk, small icy moons Seen to the left of Saturn's banded planetary disk, small icy moons


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Just picture it: Tres leches... confetti cake.

(It turns out I'm not the only person with this idea, which just shows how brilliant it is!)

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On Last Lines by Suzanne Buffam

Nov. 23rd, 2025 11:44 pm
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The last line should strike like a lover’s complaint.
You should never see it coming.
And you should never hear the end of it.


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Nov. 22nd, 2025 11:40 pm
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Let's say, hypothetically I wanted to move a whole bunch of feeds I listen to en masse off of Spotify and onto something else, is there any way to do that other than manually looking at each feed, in alphabetical order, and searching it up elsewhere?

Bird Apocalypse

Nov. 22nd, 2025 10:05 pm
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The five great forests that keep North America’s birds alive

Migratory birds that fill North American forests with spring songs depend on Central America’s Five Great Forests far more than most people realize. New research shows these tropical strongholds shelter enormous shares of species like Wood Thrushes, Cerulean Warblers, and Golden-winged Warblers—many of which are rapidly declining. Yet these forests are disappearing at an alarming pace due to illegal cattle ranching, placing both birds and local communities at risk.

Free Epic Poll

Nov. 22nd, 2025 09:59 pm
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The November 4, 2025 Poetry Fishbowl has made its $200 goal, so you get a free epic. Everyone is eligible to vote in this poll. I will keep it open at least until Sunday night. If there's a clear answer then, I'll close it; otherwise I may leave it open a little while longer. Here are your options...

"No Worthless Herbs"
Shaeth and Trobby owe a favor to Abredin the Herb Goddess.
92 lines

"Once the Avalanche Has Begun"
A foolish choice in a neighboring town makes life challenging for Shaeth's followers.
70 lines

Poll #33870 Free Epic for the October 7, 2025 Poetry Fishbowl
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 8


Which of these should be the free epic?

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"No Worthless Herbs"
7 (87.5%)

"Once the Avalanche Has Begun"
1 (12.5%)

It finally happened

Nov. 22nd, 2025 06:27 pm
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(TW for talk of vomit.)

I've talked on here many times before about "hunger nausea," one of the possible hunger signals my body gives me, usually when the need to eat is urgent or semi-urgent. Which, as you can imagine, is super annoying because it kind of kills any appetite I might have. But at least I have always taken care of it before it got to the point of actual vomiting. Until today. (At least, I don't recall it ever happening before.)

See, I had a small breakfast, then went out to the library and then the grocery store for a few things, then went home. By the time I got home, I was experiencing hunger nausea. My appetite was killed. I looked around for something to try to eat anyway, and didn't find anything I could manage to get down. The only thing I could get in my stomach was Diet Dr. Pepper. I drank the whole 20 ounce bottle and then made the mistake of sitting down to write. When I hyper-focus on anything, my body could literally be doing anything at all short of the kind of gas-like pain of IBS diarrhea, and I won't be aware of it at all.

So, naturally, when I got up to pee or something (I honestly don't remember why I got up), the hyper-focus broke, everything came rushing back, and because I had already been hunger nauseous before writing, and it had been like an hour or more, I got hit with such an intense hunger nausea that I ran to the bathroom and puked up all that soda, or at least I think I did given the color and volume of the puke.

Thankfully, I felt much better after this. I have always been worried that if I puked while hunger nauseous that the nausea would just intensify from the stomach being even emptier than usual. But nope. I felt better. Had some real, sugared lemonade and some chicken, and I'm feeling even better.

Bleh, I hate my body sometimes. But in my absent-mindedness, I ignored a clear signal from my body while being aware of it, and set myself up for a much worse situation. So I hate my brain right now too.
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Bad Decisions, Good Decisions
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1680
[Second week of December, 2016]


:: A decision made at the power company in an attempt to prevent rolling blackouts has a huge impact on certain people in Mercedes. Frank organizes a response, including rigged equipment to substitute for generators that aren’t available. Part of the City Engines story arc in the Polychrome Heroics universe. This story was written from a prompt by [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith, with my thanks. ::




“Boss?” the young woman asked, flexing her fingers nervously. One hand held her phone, staring at the text displayed on her screen.

“What is it, Nela?” Frank paused, lifting his wrench away from the engine.

“I’m subscribed to the emergency services line, and they’re cutting power in the next half hour to a section of the county bordered by the plaque we’re working on.” Her voice shook like she was standing at the epicenter of the Big One, and sweat beaded on her brow.
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“Terrain theory” advocates use an image of two goldfish bowls, one in which the water is green, and in the other the water is clear. It always comes with a slogan: “Don’t medicate the fish, clean the tank!” I’ve been staring at that image for a few days now because I knew there’s something wrong with it, but I couldn’t quite figure out what that something was or how to put it into words.

“Terrain Theory” is an “alternative model of health” promoted by the US Secretary of Health and Human Services, Robert F. Kennedy Jr. The idea behind it is short, easy to understand, simple to the point of childishness, and utterly, fatally wrong: if you lived in a healthy world, you wouldn’t need vaccines and antibiotics.

But goddamn is that fish lonely.

Terrain Theory is presented as an alternative to germ theory; the essential idea is that human body is a “terrain” that hosts lots of other micro-organisms, and that illness isn’t the introduction of inimical organisms, it’s when the terrain becomes “unbalanced” in some way, making one exhibit symptoms.

Like all zombie ideas, this one has a clear grain of truth. A healthy gut is undistracted and can handle small incursions of foodborne illness without making you ill. A healthy immune system can fight off a lot of familiar diseases. (The word “familiar” there is doing a lot of work!) Strong muscles and bones make a healthy old age more likely. We take great pains to keep our food fresh, our water clean, and we’re slowly learning the necessity of keeping our air decontaminated.

But goddamn is that fish lonely.

The reason we do things like keep our food fresh and our water clean is because they can harbor dangerous bacteria and other germs. Infections are a matter of numbers and statistics: a small incursion of viri can be handled by your immune system, but if enough get into you, some will sneak past the guards and give you fever and chills and worse. A small amount of hostile bacteria in a dish too-long among the leftovers will die in your stomach acid, but if enough get into you, you’ll be spending tomorrow on the porcelain throne. That threshold is different for everyone, depending on a host of factors that depend on front-line defenses in your respiratory and digestive systems as well as the entire layered defense system of your bloodstream and tissues. (For example, I almost never seem to get foodborne illness, but my wife is much more sensitive; on the other hand, I seem to catch every virus my nose encounters, but she never catches the flu or a cold.)

Terrain Theory is the bizarre idea that at the microbial level, predator/prey dynamics don’t exist. That no invasive species would cause a boom/bust cycle inside your body, turning it into a battlefield as it seeks out its prey and the body fights back.

What makes the image so wrong is that the fish is lonely. It never sees other fish. It’s nowhere near its niche of evolutionary adaptation. They evolved to live in slow-moving streams in the mountainous regions of China, not pristine clean goldfish bowls.

You and I don’t live in a perfectly clean world. We’re not Howard Hughes, holed up in our air-filtered bunkers. We live among other human beings, some of whom will encounter other human beings that have diseases, and they may transmit those to us, via air, via touch, via intimacy. There’s only so much cleaning we can do in a day, and unlike RFK Jr. we can’t hire other people to do it.

What Terrain Theory advocates don’t understand is that there is no perfectly immune human being, not even close. At the microbial level all of nature is trying to figure out how to live within us or eat us, and they evolve one Hell of a lot faster than we do; we produce new offspring about three times in our lifespans, and each of those three has some shatteringly small chance to develop a novel immunity they might pass on to their children. Inside you, an average of thirty-five trillion bacteria are reproducing every three days, and every one of those has its own shatteringly small chance to develop into something deadly inimical… but you get 3 chances in 70 years and they get 70,000,000,000,000 chances every week.

What’s worse is that you can’t live without them. Some of those bacteria are actually as essential to your well-being, speaking of “terrain,” as mammals and birds are to the health of a forest. Microbiome gut bacteria help regulate blood sugar and bowel health, and I’m sure we’ll find even more functions they and we have evolved together to provide them with a mobile survival platform and us with a better immune system.

Besides, I’ve known several monks in my life. They’re not holed up in their monasteries. They go out into the world to do their ministry and integrate their monastic orders with the surrounding communities.

Terrain theory takes a single idea how we live healthier lives, “we should live with a reasonable amount of cleanliness,” and tries to claim that it’s the only idea. That somehow the microscope was not only unnecessary but an evil addition to our arsenal of tools with which we defend ourselves from sickness and death. Throwing out medication and vaccination as “dispensable modern inventions humanity never needed before” ignores the centuries of pain and suffering disease inflicted even on those warlords who kept for themselves the lion’s share of clean water and fresh food.

I’m not a monk. And, quite likely, neither are you. We eat, drink, breath, kiss, and even have sex with other human beings, and every contact gives the microbial world in which we live and of which we are hosts another chance at moving from one body to another. Terrain Theorists can avoid good food, good friendship, and good messy sex all they want, but they’re sadder– and sicker– people for doing so.

Birdfeeding

Nov. 22nd, 2025 02:17 pm
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Today is partly sunny and mild.  It rained most of yesterday.

I fed the birds.  I've seen a mixed flock of sparrows and house finches.

I put out water for the birds.

EDIT 11/22/25 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.

I've seen two squirrels running around the trees.

EDIT 11/22/25 -- I did more work around the patio.

EDIT 11/22/25 -- I did more work around the patio.

As it is getting dark, I am done for the night.

 

Half-Price Sale in Polychrome Heroics

Nov. 22nd, 2025 01:30 pm
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The half-price sale in Polychrome Heroics will close at the end of Sunday.  The pool by [personal profile] fuzzyred will close late Saturday night, so if you're still planning to participate, now's the time. 

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