nenya_kanadka: cartoon teddy squees with joy (@ squeh!)
Mucca, holding the cat, and turning to me: I have a serious question.
Me: Okay...
She: WHO'S A KITTY??

I'm afraid Kaylee-cat has just lost the title of Most Cutest after only two weeks. It reverts back to Mucca. ❤ Kitty still holds world record for Best Cat Ever, though.

Kitty is doing MUCH better (further updates, as well as pictures, forthcoming from somebody or other here). Does not like the taste of antibiotics, but they've had a magical effect and she's bouncing around with a far more normal-looking properly healing spay site. Didn't need to take a taxing trip to the vet (so far! fingers crossed!) after all. Out of her cone collar all day today for the first full day, without worrying at that bit of her tummy, so we've left her free tonight as well.

She is the loveliest, snuggliest, silliest little critter. Hilariously enthusiastic about catnip mice. Bemused and determined when faced with the mystery of a paper grocery bag with a catnip mouse inside it??? *pounce pounce etc* Just a delight to have around.

We've named her Kaylee after another small, cheerful, enthusiastic, curious, calm in a crisis favourite of ours. So far no signs of spaceship engineering, but she's kinda into the parks radios, so give it time.

kitty!

Jul. 31st, 2017 02:43 pm
nenya_kanadka: The Middleman makes exclamatory jazz-hands (@ !!!!)
So we ended up not getting the cat burglar cat (Marge). Instead, while Mucca was away in New Brunswick for a week-long union convention, I met up with a cat we'd talked to one of the rescue agencies about, and looked at a few others (in from Saskatchewan! apparently that is a thing they do when there are more homes for cats on the coast and more cats in the prairies?). Settled on the lovely, lovely kitty from Cat's Cradle Animal Rescue. Her name is currently Marie but we're tossing around various other names for her.

She's a very brave cat, because immediately upon coming into our possession, she had to deal with an hour on the helicopter! (Usually it is not that long. Fog forced a detour. Even the humans were a bit grouchy by the time we got home.) She started going at her spay incision site (which had been mostly, but not entirely, healed up), probably from travel stress. Mucca's been detailing that on her blog, but I just wanted to post this ADORABLE picture. The home-made cone of shame + the little stretchy sock (sleeve of old long-sleeved tee) to further keep her from scratching turned out to give her a bit of a superhero look. Mucca's brother says it looks like we realized at the last moment that we didn't have a cosplay outfit for her:

red cone, blue sock, black kitty

Isn't she a darling? Look at that floof of a tail! It's like a cartoon kitty (Aristocats, anyone?). She's sweet-tempered and loving and friendly and adventurous, and I can't wait for her to feel a bit better so she can explore the house and get to play with her new toys (and humans).

Aforesaid brother arrived this morning with a whole kit of first aid supplies for her, including a proper transparent plastic cone. So she can see better now, and no longer looks like a superhero. Probably more comfortable, though!

KITTY! <3
nenya_kanadka: commas & apostrophes in sex positions (@ comma sutra)
Or, things people often get wrong when writing people like Nenya. ;-)

1) Red hair: Your red-haired character does NOT need to have ginger parents!

Red hair is a recessive trait... )

But on television, soooooooo many families are wall-to-wall redheads if there's a ginger in the mix at all. This is pretty uncommon in real life! It throws me out of so many stories. It's much more likely for a couple of redheads to pop up in the middle of some browns and blondes.

So, Blossom family on Riverdale, I'm looking at you. (Though in that specific case, I have to laugh, because they're practically lampshading it at this point. Not only are a pair of fraternal twins and both parents redheads (the dad at least is less fire-engine red), about half the members of their board of directors are also redheads! It's a purely symbolic casting/hair dye choice by now--which, fair enough.)



2) Deaf people & lip reading: Your deaf character WILL NOT be able to understand people 24/7 based ONLY on lip reading.

They just won't.

Lip-reading (aka speachreading) is the skill of understanding speech from watching the movements of a speaker's mouth and face while they're talking. It is an extremely important part of the adaptive skillset of most deaf and hard-of-hearing people. Especially in combination with a clear voice, it adds tremendously to the amount of information a person can understand.

However! Only about a third of English language is visible on the lips at all. Did you say 'shoes', 'chews', or 'Jews'? )

A quick reference here has some of these thoughts in bullet-point form--might make a good bookmark or info sheet.

It's a good thing if you have your deaf character's friends and family face them when they speak! That's excellent. (Please do that in real life too!) But it can't be the only thing. And it's simply not plausible that they won't have developed other adaptive behaviours to understand the world around them.

swan

May. 5th, 2016 08:21 pm
nenya_kanadka: Wonder Woman poster (kneeling with sword) (Default)
So right now there's a...white swan? chillaxing in our bay. O.o

It's a very nice swan, from what I can see through binoculars. (I missed the attempt to view it with a telescope.) But I did not know that swans were even ocean-going creatures. ???

(Also, is it "creature" or "being" in that last sentence? I think "being" is usually reserved for sapient lifeforms, right? But who knows, maybe this is a star-swan from Alpha Centauri. At this point, I have no idea.)

Swan! :D



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swan

May. 5th, 2016 08:21 pm
nenya_kanadka: Carl Sagan: "Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known" (@ something incredible)
So right now there's a...white swan? chillaxing in our bay. O.o

It's a very nice swan, from what I can see through binoculars. (I missed the attempt to view it with a telescope.) But I did not know that swans were even ocean-going creatures. ???

(Also, is it "creature" or "being" in that last sentence? I think "being" is usually reserved for sapient lifeforms, right? But who knows, maybe this is a star-swan from Alpha Centauri. At this point, I have no idea.)

Swan! :D
nenya_kanadka: Wonder Woman poster (kneeling with sword) (DW Two)
I repeat, the Time Lords have the clock:



Left to right: Delgado!Master, Third Doctor, Eighth Doctor, Sarah Jane (on clock tower), Jabe, Sixth Doctor, Captain Jack Harkness, and (in front) little boy from The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances. (Most figurines originally courtesy of [personal profile] settiai. I really want a Missy one but apparently they are $$$ right now.)



In other news, we're in the midst of moving from one building at the lighthouse to another. The floor plans of the two houses are mirror images of each other, so we know where most everything will go; it's now a matter of actually moving furniture (mostly done, and ow, my arms) and sorting through things (it's a good chance to cull items we never use, and there were a few things left behind by the previous tenants that we don't need).

Upsides include that we now have all our books together on one shelf for the first time ever (we have a lot of sci-fi, and I'm feeling undereducated looking at Mucca's collection of social justice and history stuff). Downsides include me not getting any schoolwork done all week, and also the aforesaid noodle arms.



Progress!
nenya_kanadka: Wonder Woman poster (kneeling with sword) (Default)
I clocked in tonight at either 50,847 or 51,047 or 50,890 words, depending which word count tool you use (first one's the NaNoWriMo website). It's not one novel, but four (FOUR!) short stories. Two of them were existing works in progress which I finished off, one a brand-new from-scratch origfic, and one a fic I put up mid-month under my sekrit sock. The other stuff will need a bit of revision, but I have SO MUCH more to work from now than I did at the beginning of the month.

Holy shit. I...did it? I always thought NaNo was much too lofty of a goal for me, but now I see how it works. Or how I can make it work for me. I might do it again. But probably not for a while (e.g. next year) or at a greatly reduced wordcount rate (750words.com may see more activity from me) because I would like to have a life and spend time with my wife and not stress so much and so on.

I knocked up a silly cover to put on the NaNo website. It has nothing to do with the contents of any of the short stories, except that some of them contain what you might call depiction-not-endorsement:

Arson, Murder, Jaywalking, and other works in progress

In vaguely related news, Mucca and I bought one of those hollow books (where you store your keys/flash drive/secret plans for the death star inside a book that's been hollowed out) at a craft fair. We found the entire display--which contained everything from a Star Trek TNG novel to a flight manual from about 1971 to Defense Against The Dark Arts Vol I to cookbooks to the What Katy Did omnibus--far too hilarious. I won't say which one I got in case I ever need to hide anything from any of you by means of my bookshelf. ;)

Now off to go watch some episodes of Frankie & Grace to celebrate my NaNo win while we still have our Netflix trial screw around online for a few hours. Whoot!

(Feelings about current Doctor Who and about Jessica Jones: I have them! Many of them! I am, however, not awake enough to blog them. Feel free to discuss anything you like in comments, though! ([personal profile] kore, this means you.))



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nenya_kanadka: text: "the new day is a great big fish" (Discworld great big fish)
I clocked in tonight at either 50,847 or 51,047 or 50,890 words, depending which word count tool you use (first one's the NaNoWriMo website). It's not one novel, but four (FOUR!) short stories. Two of them were existing works in progress which I finished off, one a brand-new from-scratch origfic, and one a fic I put up mid-month under my sekrit sock. The other stuff will need a bit of revision, but I have SO MUCH more to work from now than I did at the beginning of the month.

Holy shit. I...did it? I always thought NaNo was much too lofty of a goal for me, but now I see how it works. Or how I can make it work for me. I might do it again. But probably not for a while (e.g. next year) or at a greatly reduced wordcount rate (750words.com may see more activity from me) because I would like to have a life and spend time with my wife and not stress so much and so on.

I knocked up a silly cover to put on the NaNo website. It has nothing to do with the contents of any of the short stories, except that some of them contain what you might call depiction-not-endorsement:

Arson, Murder, Jaywalking, and other works in progress

In vaguely related news, Mucca and I bought one of those hollow books (where you store your keys/flash drive/secret plans for the death star inside a book that's been hollowed out) at a craft fair. We found the entire display--which contained everything from a Star Trek TNG novel to a flight manual from about 1971 to Defense Against The Dark Arts Vol I to cookbooks to the What Katy Did omnibus--far too hilarious. I won't say which one I got in case I ever need to hide anything from any of you by means of my bookshelf. ;)

Now off to go watch some episodes of Frankie & Grace to celebrate my NaNo win while we still have our Netflix trial screw around online for a few hours. Whoot!

(Feelings about current Doctor Who and about Jessica Jones: I have them! Many of them! I am, however, not awake enough to blog them. Feel free to discuss anything you like in comments, though! ([personal profile] kore, this means you.))
nenya_kanadka: Wonder Woman poster (kneeling with sword) (Default)
So, inspired by [personal profile] seascribe's tales of her birthday shenanigans, I went ice skating this evening. I also tripped and fell and skinned the living fuck out of three places on my arm.

No, no--I mean to say, the fall down go boom part happened BEFORE the ice skating.

I'd spent the afternoon looking for a winter coat (no luck so far, though I may have a candidate to order online), and came home for a few minutes to grab a sweater before dashing out for the bus down to the rec centre. About four minutes before the bus was to arrive, I suddenly remembered that I'd meant to borrow Mucca's scarf, since I wasn't sure how cold it was going to be at the rink. I debated internally whether or not to run back inside and look for the scarf, and finally decided to chance it.

Bad idea! Running down the sidewalk in the dark was probably my first mistake. I tripped over a crack in the concrete, or possibly a twig, or even my own toes (tbh this last is most likely), and down I went. I had enough time to roll so I didn't end up with a face full of pain, but I lightly strained my left ankle and seriously scraped my right elbow, wrist/palm, and the knuckle of my index finger. After lying on the ground whimpering/growling "fuck" for a few minutes, I staggered to my feet and limped back to the bus stop. By the light of the streetlamp I could see that I was in fact bleeding, but all body parts were attached and I wasn't actually hurting very much. The bus came; I got on it, figuring the rec centre would probably have a first aid kit and someone who knew how to use it.

Which they did! The swimming pool is apparently set up for kids bashing into things occasionally, so a very young lifeguard sprayed saline solution on me and taped me up. They wanted to know if I still wanted to go ice skating, which I totally did.

Ended up having about half an hour or 40 minutes to skate, which to be honest is about as long as I want if I'm by myself with nobody to talk to. (Gone are the days when I could build snow-forts beside the backyard pond and LARP my pre-teen origfic.) I ended up trading in the first pair of skates they rented me because they were way too bulky--they were figure skates but they fit like hockey skates. Despite being taught to skate by teenaged male hockey players, I'm a figure skate girl, so I tried on a more traditional white-leather-boot pair. Which I had to adjust a couple of times (rental skates are a total crapshoot and usually end up somewhere between "awkward," "uncomfortable," and "foot torture") but I didn't care because WHEEE it was so much fun gliding down the ice WHOOOO EEEEE! :D

There seemed to be about 2/3 adults to 1/3 kids this time. It's varied in the past and if there are a LOT of kids I worry about running into them, because they kind of zip all over. But I was going pretty slowly this time (it's been a while, and the skates weren't amazing), just kind of gliding and smiling for the most part, so I was able to swoosh out of the way if necessary. There was this one little kid, couldn't have been more than four years old, who was amazingly nimble on their feet. Honestly, my first thought was that they were probably better at skating than walking. Canada! \o/

Definitely ended up using muscles I haven't in a while, mostly lower back and whatever muscle it is in the thighs right above the knee. And my arm still hurts--ow, the wrist scrape is right where my arm contacts the edge of laptop while typing--and my left ankle wants a rest. But I had a good time. I'm totally going back--hopefully [profile] artemis_rain or another local friend will be able to come on another night. I think there's an open skate on Saturday, which I now realize is Halloween so IDK. But there's usually skating times a couple nights a week, and the Tuesday ones like this are $5 for both ice time and skate rental, which is pretty great. (Mucca does not skate, even when falling onto a recently-dislocated shoulder is not an issue, because she grew up by an ocean rather than a backyard pond. Last time I went skating was with either my ex or my brother's ex, so like three to five years ago. I'm glad to have the excuse to do it now. Was thinking maybe I could take my swimsuit next time and have a soak in the hot tub afterward, but maybe that's not a good idea while I have two big honking half-healed wounds on my arm. :P)

WHEEEEE. :D :D :D



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nenya_kanadka: bandaged teddy bear says "woe is me" (@ woe teddy)
So, inspired by [personal profile] seascribe's tales of her birthday shenanigans, I went ice skating this evening. I also tripped and fell and skinned the living fuck out of three places on my arm.

No, no--I mean to say, the fall down go boom part happened BEFORE the ice skating.

I'd spent the afternoon looking for a winter coat (no luck so far, though I may have a candidate to order online), and came home for a few minutes to grab a sweater before dashing out for the bus down to the rec centre. About four minutes before the bus was to arrive, I suddenly remembered that I'd meant to borrow Mucca's scarf, since I wasn't sure how cold it was going to be at the rink. I debated internally whether or not to run back inside and look for the scarf, and finally decided to chance it.

Bad idea! Running down the sidewalk in the dark was probably my first mistake. I tripped over a crack in the concrete, or possibly a twig, or even my own toes (tbh this last is most likely), and down I went. I had enough time to roll so I didn't end up with a face full of pain, but I lightly strained my left ankle and seriously scraped my right elbow, wrist/palm, and the knuckle of my index finger. After lying on the ground whimpering/growling "fuck" for a few minutes, I staggered to my feet and limped back to the bus stop. By the light of the streetlamp I could see that I was in fact bleeding, but all body parts were attached and I wasn't actually hurting very much. The bus came; I got on it, figuring the rec centre would probably have a first aid kit and someone who knew how to use it.

Which they did! The swimming pool is apparently set up for kids bashing into things occasionally, so a very young lifeguard sprayed saline solution on me and taped me up. They wanted to know if I still wanted to go ice skating, which I totally did.

Ended up having about half an hour or 40 minutes to skate, which to be honest is about as long as I want if I'm by myself with nobody to talk to. (Gone are the days when I could build snow-forts beside the backyard pond and LARP my pre-teen origfic.) I ended up trading in the first pair of skates they rented me because they were way too bulky--they were figure skates but they fit like hockey skates. Despite being taught to skate by teenaged male hockey players, I'm a figure skate girl, so I tried on a more traditional white-leather-boot pair. Which I had to adjust a couple of times (rental skates are a total crapshoot and usually end up somewhere between "awkward," "uncomfortable," and "foot torture") but I didn't care because WHEEE it was so much fun gliding down the ice WHOOOO EEEEE! :D

There seemed to be about 2/3 adults to 1/3 kids this time. It's varied in the past and if there are a LOT of kids I worry about running into them, because they kind of zip all over. But I was going pretty slowly this time (it's been a while, and the skates weren't amazing), just kind of gliding and smiling for the most part, so I was able to swoosh out of the way if necessary. There was this one little kid, couldn't have been more than four years old, who was amazingly nimble on their feet. Honestly, my first thought was that they were probably better at skating than walking. Canada! \o/

Definitely ended up using muscles I haven't in a while, mostly lower back and whatever muscle it is in the thighs right above the knee. And my arm still hurts--ow, the wrist scrape is right where my arm contacts the edge of laptop while typing--and my left ankle wants a rest. But I had a good time. I'm totally going back--hopefully [profile] artemis_rain or another local friend will be able to come on another night. I think there's an open skate on Saturday, which I now realize is Halloween so IDK. But there's usually skating times a couple nights a week, and the Tuesday ones like this are $5 for both ice time and skate rental, which is pretty great. (Mucca does not skate, even when falling onto a recently-dislocated shoulder is not an issue, because she grew up by an ocean rather than a backyard pond. Last time I went skating was with either my ex or my brother's ex, so like three to five years ago. I'm glad to have the excuse to do it now. Was thinking maybe I could take my swimsuit next time and have a soak in the hot tub afterward, but maybe that's not a good idea while I have two big honking half-healed wounds on my arm. :P)

WHEEEEE. :D :D :D
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I think I've realised what annoys me about phrases like "grow your business." When you say "grow tomatoes" or "grow watermelon", it implies (at least to me) a process that goes through stages and reaches a conclusion. You get some tomatoes, yay! Now, you may repeat the process. You may grow more tomatoes. You might even describe your entire years-long tomato producing operation as "growing tomatoes."

But "growing your business" seems to just imply that it's getting larger. Embiggen your business. There's no business tree that produces little business fruits that are ever finished or mature. I mean, people do sell their businesses. But "Grow your business with our easy 5-step plan!" doesn't seem to me to mean "so when it's a certain size you can sell it."

The usage is more like "the kid grew taller" or "her pile of Hugos keeps growing", where you aren't growing the thing, the thing is growing itself.

Probably there is an official grammar term for this difference, and almost assuredly it wouldn't bother me quite as much if I didn't associate it with smarmy insincerity. But apparently greasiness + kludgy grammar = my hard limit.

This post brought to you by bus stop ads. We are going to visit Mucca's parents (I don't know why my phone thinks that should be "Mucca's clone"? I haven't taught it THAT much sci-fi yet!) for the weekend. Hopefully will also get to pet our adorable kitty who has moved away. ;__; I've not been to the small town we'll be in before, so that's another adventure. :) Should be fun.



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nenya_kanadka: Reality has a homoerotic bias (@ homoerotic bias)
So we went to see Freehold tonight, the movie about the New Jersey lesbian couple fighting for partner benefits. Which, a) was of course very sad because (as you know going into it) Laurel dies in the end, and the movie does a pretty good job of getting us invested in the relationship before the discovery that, shit, cancer, but on the other hand b) omg, ELLEN PAGE IS THE MOST ADORABLE. The most. <3 Also c), the last splash screen says something like "On June 26, 2015, the US supreme court ruled that all Americans have equal rights to marriage" and yup, it's months later and I still can't quite believe that's an actual thing that happened and the movie didn't skew off into science fiction for the last 30 seconds. Man.

In other news, I guess I better find out more about Justin Trudeau than "He has great hair"? I wish the man well, and hope he's going to be good in the job. I did want the NDP to win, even though I have no great feelings about Mulcair. That said, our local NDP MP was indeed returned to office, and also fuck yeah, no more Harper!

So, on balance, \o/?