- Thu, 08:26: Holy shit. I had no idea the Varsity had been in business since 1940! This bums me out more than most news about closures do. But of course, that's just because I love cinema—but, I should also confess that I can't even remember the last time I saw a movie at the Varsity: I see all my movies Downtown, and back when I did go to the U District, it was to go to the AMC 10 (that used to be Sundance Cinemas which used to be The Metro) which itself closed a year ago this month. It sucks to be a movie lover in the U District, I guess. Eons ago, I used to go to the Varsity regularly, back when Landmark Theaters was running it, as well as the Neptune (closed as a cinema 2011, now a live theater) and the Seven Gables Theater (closed 2017) and even the Guild 45th over in Wallingford (also closed in 2017). Us movie lovers have been fighting a losing battle to preserve theatrical movie-going since well before the pandemic just turbocharged the inevitable. ☹️ Historic Varsity Theater in Seattle's University District to close after 8 decades
Come to that, you would have been pretty tasty in the pulpit, too, Alex. You look, except for that glint in your eyes and that dimple in your cheek, like a minister's son. You look serious, even studious. You dress quietly, in grays and blacks and browns. Your interests are in bookish things. You live in a furnished apartment on the Strip in Hollywood, and have few possessions. You like to "travel light," you said so. You like to move about a lot, always have and always will. You've lived in a trunk for so many years you are, you explained, used to it. Of course, you've been married twice, which rather confuses the issue. But perhaps two can travel as lightly as one, if they put their minds to it. But you do have books. You have libraries in three places. At home, in Canada. At the farm in Connecticut, of which you are part owner, and in the apartment where you and your bride Doris Nolan still live. You write, which would come in handy with sermons. You're dreamy when you play the piano. For the most part it isn't, let's face it, church music you play. But you could convert.
—Gladys Hall, "Memo to Alex Knox" (Screenland, August 1945)
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A couple days ago. The 3 are spending more time together on the couch.

Yesterday Rainy was there with Skye.
No real plans for my day except for sewing on the crib blanket. Another cold day. 14F.
I'm not complaining; I'm delighted by any opportunity to write fanfiction heavily featuring Robert Grove! But I am a little surprised. I don't think anyone in the world ships this pairing, but I'm going to throw this fic out into the fandom and see what happens.
Title: The Sensible Thing
Fandom: The Goes Wrong Show
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Robert/Vanessa
Wordcount: 2,900
Summary: In the aftermath of Vanessa's accidental proposal to Dennis, Robert employs his remarkable talent for making things worse.
( The Sensible Thing )
So I have been watching some tv recently. The two things I've been following are Fallout and Severance. I kinda find Fallout hard to watch.Every time a zombie shows up I find my eyes sliding away from the tv. Why do they all have the same look - even the children playing zombies look the same as the two hundred year old ones. Were they also zombiefied at the same time only they some were actual children? I gather the show is based on a video game but its not like I've encountered (m)any video games. I probably should start again and see if I pick up more details.
But honestly that's mostly curiousity and what I'm really invested in is Severance. It's giving me strong Lost vibes. That's how long it has been since I fell this deeply into caring about the world building and characters of a show. And don't tell me how Lost fell down at the end, I don't agree.) Lost made me happy and sad and it made me feel. Severance is hitting all three points beauifully. I'm so eager to see what happens next.Anyone else getting Lost vibes from Severence?
I finally heard a piece of music, I've heard of way back, way, way back. I think it dates back to my childhood so maybe I overheard a friend's older sister talking about it. But yesterday was the first time I ever heard Gadda da Vida. Loved it, the wait was worth it. Here is a link to the full version, just in case:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIVe-rZBcm4&list=RDUIVe-rZBcm4&start_radio=1
The famous example, of course, is Atlantis. Which Plato wrote about for allegorical purposes, not literal ones: he was making a point about society, building up Atlantis as a negative foil to the perfections of Athens. That hasn't stopped later writers from taking the idea and running with it, though, with interest particularly surging after Europeans learned of the New World. That's one of many locations since identified with Atlantis, with considerable effort expended on identifying a real-world inspiration for Plato's story (Thera leads the pack) . . . alongside wild theories that build up the sunken land as a place of advanced technology and magic. The supposed "lost continents" of Lemuria and Mu -- which may be the same thing, or may be synonymous with Atlantis -- are later inventions, discredited by the development of geological science.
We don't have to lose whole continents to the ocean, though. The shorelines of northern Europe are dotted with legends of regions sunk below the waves: the city of Ys on the coast of Brittany, Lyonesse in Cornwall, Cantre'r Gwaelod in Wales' Cardigan Bay. Natural features can contribute to these legends; the beaches of Cardigan Bay have ridges, termed sarnau, which run out into the ocean and have been taken for causeways, and environmental conditions at Ynyslas have preserved the stumps of submerged trees, which emerge at times of low tide. The so-called Yonaguni Monument in Japan and Bimini Road in the Bahamas are eerily regular-looking stone formations that theorists have mistaken for human construction, again raising the specter of a forgotten society drowned by the sea.
Many of the examples I'm most familiar with come from Europe, but this isn't solely a European phenomenon. I suspect you can get stories of this kind anywhere there's a coastline, especially if the offshore terrain is shallow enough for land to have genuinely been submerged by rising sea levels. Tamil and Sanskrit literature going back two thousand years has stories about places lost to the ocean, which is part of why some modern Tamil writers seized on the idea of Lemuria (supposedly positioned to the south of India). It doesn't even have to be salt water! A late eighteenth-century Russian text has the city of Kitezh sinking into Lake Svetloyar: a rather pyrrhic miracle delivered by God when the inhabitants prayed to be saved from a Mongol invasion.
Some drowned lands are entirely factual. Doggerland is the name given to the region of the North Sea that used to connect the British Isles to mainland Europe, before rising sea levels at the end of the last glaciation inundated the area. Archaeological investigation of the terrain is difficult, but artifacts and human bones have been dredged up from the depths. If we go into another Ice Age, Doggerland could re-emerge from the sea -- and if it had been flooded in a later era, what's down there could include monumental temples and other such dramatic features. We're robbed of such exciting discoveries by the fact that it was inhabited only by nomadic hunter-gatherers . . . which, of course, need not limit a fictional example!
Doggerland was submerged over the course of thousands of years, but most stories of this kind involve a sudden inundation. That may not be unrealistic: after an extended period in which the Mediterranean basin was mostly or entirely cut off from the Atlantic Ocean, the Zanclean flood broke through what is now the Strait of Gibraltar and refilled the basin over the course of anything from two years to as little as a few months. Water levels may have risen as fast as ten meters a day! Of course, the region before then would have been hellishly hot and arid rather than the pleasant home of a happy civilization, but it's still dramatic to imagine.
Then there are the phantom islands. I have these on the brain right now because the upcoming duology I'm writing with Alyc Helms as M.A. Carrick, the Sea Beyond, makes extensive use of these, but they've fascinated me for far longer than we've been working on the series.
"Phantom island" is the general term used for islands that turn out not to be real. Some of these, like Atlantis, are entirely mythical, existing only in stories whose tellers may not ever have meant them to be more than metaphor. Others, however, are a consequence of the intense difficulties of maritime travel. Mirages and fog banks can make sailors believe they've spotted land where there is none . . . or they see an actual, factual place, but they don't realize where they are.
To understand how that can happen, you have to think about navigation in the past. We've had methods of calculating latitude for a long time, but they were often imprecise, and a error of even one degree can mean your position is off by nearly seventy miles/a hundred kilometers. Meanwhile, as I've mentioned before, longitude was a profoundly intractable problem until about two hundred and fifty years ago, with seafarers unable to make more than educated guesses as to their east-west position -- guesses that could be off by hundreds and hundreds of miles.
The result is that even if you saw a real piece of land, did you know where it was? You would chart it to the best of your ability, but somebody else later sailing through (what they thought was) the same patch of sea might spot nothing at all. Or they'd find land they thought looked like what you'd described, except it was in another location. Well-identified masses could be mistaken for new ones if ships wrongly calculated their current position, especially since accurate coastal charts were also difficult to make when your movements were at the mercy of wind and current.
Phantom islands therefore moved all over the map, vanishing and reappearing, or having their names reattached to new places as we became sure of those latter. Some of them persisted into the twentieth century, when we finally amassed enough technology (like satellites) to know for certain what is and is not out there in the ocean. There are still a few cases where people wonder if an island appeared and then sank again, though we know now that the conditions which can make that happen are fairly rare -- and usually involve volcanic eruptions.
The sea still feels like a place of mystery, though, where all kinds of wonders might lie just over the horizon. And depending on how much we succeed or fail at controlling global temperatures and the encroachments of the sea, we may genuinely wind up with sunken cities to form a new generation of cautionary tales . . .

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/kKc80k)
Which is how the fandom ended up with a sort of folk hero who appears as a naked man with a jar on his head holding two katanas and soloes the game's hardest boss for you:
IGN: We Spoke to 'Let Me Solo Her,' the Elden Ring Community Hero We Need and Deserve
YouTube: Let me solo her. 3rd summon solo Malenia (you don't have to know the game to appreciate that this is someone doing something perfectly)
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“Wonderful! Just wonderful! … So much for instilling them with a sense of awe.”
Unknown to most historians, William Tell had an older and less fortunate son named Warren.
“Blast! Caught in another tide pool! … And here comes some damn beachcomber!”
“It’s Vinnie, all right. It’s his nose, his mouth, his fur … but his eyes—there’s something not quite right about his eyes.”
Poop at eleven. / KZZZ News
Cosmic echoes of the Sun Ra Arkestra...
Cheaper Than Cheep – 1974
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Jazz keyboardist George Duke, and other competent musicians of the Mothers of Invention
Zappa In New York ℗ 1977
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Showcasing the musical genius of composer and musician Frank Zappa
London Symphony Orchestra, Vols. I & II ℗ 1983
This music should be in the classical composers' hall of fame. ♫¸.•*¨♥✿♪
Times Beach II · Frank Zappa (1993)
The Yellow Shark ℗ 1993
Tchaikovsky move over...
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So I had to call somebody, a stranger had to come to my home and I had to talk about it on the telephone. I worked myself up to it after feeding the birds, retrieving the trash bin from the sidewalk, taking a shower. Usual delaying tactics. I was told somebody would be here Friday afternoon. Ok. I took off my 'meeting people clothes' and got into my robe, which is warmer. Five minutes later I see the company's car in my driveway. It turns out the owner just stopped by to check out the problem.
He was here about 4 minutes. Just did something at the electric panel and everything was on the way it should be. Now I had turned the main off and on, as I believe he did. But nothing changed. So now I look like an idiot or maybe just a confused old person.
But I'm back in the bedroom watching tv, so all's well. Electricity hates me.
Challenge #8
Talk about your creative process.
( Not exactly a process that has a lot of visible things )
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Speaking of man-made needless awfulness, I have been made aware of the locally vetted aggregate of Stand with Minnesota, a directory of mutual aid, fundraisers, and on-the-ground support against the onslaught of ICE. All could use donations, since internet hugs are of limited efficacy against tear gas, batons, bullets to the face and legs. Twenty-three years ago feels like several worldlines back, but the Department of Homeland Security sounded absurdly, arrogantly dystopian then.
The fourth and last of this week's doctors' appointments concluded with an inhaler and instructions to sleep as much as possible. My ability to watch movies remains on some kind of mental fritz which upsets me, but I liked running across these poems.
I forgot to mention that I ordered herbs for my Aerogarden yesterday. I'll have fresh herbs with which to cook!
Woke up a little after 7 AM. Lily had a bottle cap with which she was playing. Gracie took her sweet time coming inside. Bella stole her donut. Got my weary butt into the shower.
I was coughing up a storm while I was eating granola. Don't know why. I’m still congested and cranky about it.
Gracie wants to see what Bella is barking at.
I asked the electricians if they would take an electronic check, but no. They said that it was okay if I mailed one, but my peel-and-stick envelopes are not sticking, so I included some in a Walmart order. I'll mail it tomorrow.
I'm having a "cat on computer" crisis. Yesterday, they shut down my work computer three times!
I'm thinking that I'm not going to feel up to going to the DMV tomorrow. I'll set a goal to have the Kia jump-started this weekend and will go next week. Oh, I need to mail the check! Hmm. Have it jump-started tomorrow? Saturday?
Slapped some makeup on because I have an on-camera meeting this afternoon plus therapy. Nap time. Sigh. Dog wrestling on the bed. They finally settled down. I wasn’t able to fall asleep though. Gracie is using me as a heated pillow and I hate to move. I'm up but have a strong impulse to go to sleep. Early night tonight I think.
Uh-oh. The tingling is starting up in my thumb again.
Therapy was okay. I didn't have a lot to talk about. She asked if I was feeling more settled now that things were being accomplished (we were talking about the electricity in the garage), and I said "No." I need to declutter first.
Hmm. If I want to use weight-loss drugs (and I’m not sure that I do), I should use them before getting Medicare. I’ve heard that Medicare doesn’t cover them.
Fed us all. The dogs came in as soon as I opened the door, which left me wondering what the catch was.
I’m tired. I’m going to bed soon.
- bella,
- cats,
- cooking,
- electrician,
- errands,
- gracie,
- lily,
- therapy,
- tired,
- weight loss
Check out the "Quest for Knowledge" page. That is very typical of comics in Terramagne, which often throw in some fun facts about the setting, history, flora and fauna, etc. even if the story is wholly fictional.
Talk about your creative process.
I can sum it up: "Fuck the muse." I don't write when inspiration strikes, I don't wait to get seized with a passion and fury to create and communicate, I don't try to alter my mental state by getting drunk, high, wasted, plastered, or otherwise out of it. I sit down, and I get the words out.
Assuming I'm at home and not traveling, assuming I've gotten my head clear enough, assuming I haven't devoted the evening to something that's going to get me some income, assuming I'm not out of it because of something like a cold or food poisoning - trust me, it was memorably bad tofu - then I'll get my ass in the chair and work. The AIC Method isn't elegant, and it's less about elegance and more about results. The results are 1,000 words when I'm composing. I may write a few more than that one night, meaning that the next night might see me writing a few less to get to the next thousand according to the raw wordcount. The raw wordcount is key at this stage. I don't write out of order as a matter of course; I can't tell myself the story that way. I write it from beginning to end as best I'm able so I can figure out what the story is, so when I go back and edit everything, I can work at getting it to what it needs to be.
I write quietly, without music or background noise. I write at varying speeds, sometimes getting 1,000 words an hour and sometimes averaging out closer to 250. I'll let inspiration arrive at its own pace, and I usually seek out inspiration and passion and ideas when I'm not writing, so I can save up the energy for the work. I write at night, sometimes in the dark and sometimes before sundown depending on the season. I find a lot of pleasure to turning off the overhead light, turning on the desk lap, and sitting in a little bubble of words - I stumbled over it some decades ago, and the only time I've shifted from that was because of one telecommuting job with a set of on-call hours that had me working in the afternoons, which I still look back on as a fairly bizarre time. But it worked for that time frame. Because it was when I got my ass in the chair and wrote the words.
Walks help. Bike rides help. Going to the movies helps. Going to art museums works, too. Reading nonfiction, fiction, poetry, and going to live performances all help feed the creative spirit. But not the muse. I don't want to think about it in those terms. Nights when I don't write always feel a little bereft. I could be at the movies, I could be out with friends, I could be visiting Paris, and as good a time as I'll be having - and trust me, while I haven't done all three at the same time, I've done each of them alone and in varying combinations, so I can say that even doing that, I'll be thinking about what scenes I want to work out and the story I want to tell. I'll sometimes take longhand notes to help get words together so I can figure out if they're the right way to approach an idea, and that helps a bit, but it's not the same as sitting down and writing 1,000 new words, or cleaning up a chapter, or filling in something I set aside to research later to avoid breaking the creative flow, or line-editing according to someone else's patient notes.
I've joked there's only one proper writing method, and that's whatever works for the individual author to get their words out. I've also joked there's only one kind of writer, and that's someone who gets the writing done. I can advocate for what works for me. I can't say it'll work for everyone, but I'm willing to go on record about its success rate at finishing what I start.
Ass In Chair. Learn it. Love it. Live it. Because it always happens one word at a time.


I think Hannelore is about 28 in comic time now but I also reserve the right to change this if/when it becomes necessary or I feel like it
we went in for lunch on tuesday. it was busy, but we didn't have to wait for a table. the silverware comes wrapped up in a huge cloth napkin& i'm not sure if it's meant to be used, or just keep the knife & forks (2 of the same size for some reason) together. they have coke products so we both got cokes & ordered Lasagna Fritta for an appetizer because my brother really wanted it. he got the lunch-size eggplant parmesan (substituting angle hair for the spaghetti) & i got the soup, salad, breadsticks lunch.
he was not impressed with his food, the eggplant slice was small & they must put oil in the water when they make the angel hair, because the sauce would not stick to it. he said the frozen eggplant parmesan from michael angelo's is better.
my stuff was just OK. i had a bowl of the Chicken & Gnocchi and Pasta e Fagioli (both piping hot!) the gnocchi was little balls, not the pillows with ridges i'm used to. neither of us liked the Lasagna Fritta, it was hard to cut. however, the coke was some of the best fountain dispensed coke i've had in a long time.
but now that we've gone, we don't need to go again.
this was our first time at olive garden & can now weigh in on the red lobster cheddar bay biscuits vs. olive garden breadsticks.
my brother gives the win to the biscuts. the breadsticks had garlic salt on them and he doesn't like garlic. even less when it's garlic powder or salt. and he thought they had too much butter spread/margarine on them, which gave them an odd sheen. he said it was a good thing that we never got the breadstick sandwiches considering the way the breadstick were.
i barely give the win to the biscuits, because they have cheese. both are kind of dry, but if the breadsticks didn't have the garlic salt, i'd give them the begrudging win.
and we have an opinion on the cheesecake factory rolls (despite never have been there) because we got them from wal-mart once. we are both of the opinion that it is a dressed up wheat bread & nothing special.
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About me:
My name is Katie. I'm 47 years old, and this summer will mark my 25th year of journaling on LJ/DW/both.
I'm a writer by profession, primarily of literary fiction with occasional book reviews for variety. I live in Philadelphia with my partner of 27 years (she's a high school physics teacher). We have a pair of eight-month-old kittens named Oscar and Zorro. I'm the oldest of three sisters in a pretty close-knit family. My sisters have five kids between them, and being an aunt is basically my favorite thing.
I love books and am always reading. Favorite authors include E.M. Forster, Marilynne Robinson, Leo Tolstoy, Virginia Woolf, Ursula K. Le Guin, Lauren Groff, Andrea Barrett.... The list could go on and on. I also love the outdoors and learning about nature. I've been a birdwatcher for years; more recently I've gotten into things like butterflies and insects, reptiles, wildflowers, and more. In summer, my favorite thing is finding wild orchids. My partner and I like to travel, and when we do, I use it as an opportunity to learn about the amazing variety of nature in other places.
In case you haven't already guessed, I'm a very introverted person. I spend most of my time at home, where I keep myself busy writing, reading, or in the kitchen. I like cooking, baking, and food preservation, and I'm always working on some sort of kitchen project or trying to teach myself a new skill.

About my journal:
My journal began as a place for me to keep track of my reading, and that's still the subject I write about most often. Other frequent topics include the interests mentioned above: writing, nature, cooking and baking. I tend to post more about what I'm thinking than about what I'm doing at any given time, although I do sometimes use my journal to keep track goals or record projects that I'm working on. I often include photos. I would say I post about once a week...but realistically it's probably a bit less than that.
If you're looking for a friend who comments on every single post, I'm probably not the right person for you. I do like to interact and I always read my friends page, but I prefer to comment only when I have something worth saying. Also, I've found over the years that I don't mesh well with extremely prolific posters. Once a day is fine, but if it's more than that I have trouble keeping up.
My journal is friends-locked for privacy, but I will be happy to add anyone who's interested in checking it out. And I won't be offended if it turns out that it's not your style.
Say hello if you think we'd get along!



For this poll, you can vote for as many themes as you find appealing. I recommend that you don't vote for all of them, since that makes it harder to whittle down the list. The themes are arranged in alphabetical order.
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It's a "calls vs balls" tradeoff.
It’s a long-held belief that loudmouths overcompensate for something, but in the case of howler monkeys, science has confirmed it’s a biological fact. A landmark study by Dr. Jacob Dunn at Cambridge University, along with 2026 follow-up research, has established that monkeys who scream the loudest effectively “pay” for that volume with significantly smaller testes and lower sperm counts.
You gotta wonder if this applies to humans and some of their absurd behavior.
No poem? No problem! Sponsors of my work get nonexclusive reprint rights. I'd be happy to write one-page poems for neighborhood use. See something of mine that you already like? Chip in, you're a cosponsor, you can pass around free copies.
Also keep an eye out for local poets in your area who might like to participate. Watch for bookstores, libraries, coffeehouses, etc. to host an open mike night, poetry reading, author signing, etc. where you can meet poets from your area. These also make good places to put up a poetry post, indoors or outdoors.
Of course, you could also look up classic poems in the public domain and use those.
I fed the birds. I've seen a flock of sparrows and a starling.
I put out water for the birds.
EDIT 1/15/26 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
EDIT 1/15/26 -- I did more work around the patio.
EDIT 1/15/26 -- I did some work around the yard.
I've seen a downy woodpecker drumming on a branch, and a pair of cardinals flying away.
EDIT 1/15/26 -- I dumped out the cloverleaf pots and stacked them upside-down on the patio. Last year I tried growing wild strawberries in towers. This didn't work great because 1) the berries weren't very good, 2) the towers were difficult to water, and 3) they were prone to falling over. However, I learned some things so it wasn't a wasted effort. I'm not sure what I'll try next. Certainly I could plant better strawberries, either my wild ones or the pink-flowered Toscano that produced excellent berries last summer. Watering should be easier with a hose. Stability, hmm, I might try stakes or just spread them out.
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