I stopped posting website updates on here because I'm on hiatus and fell out of investing in DW, but I did a write-up about Moshi Monsters and the movie here back in December. There's been a Kickstarter for the reboot going on for over a month, and... I don't think they're going to make it. It has a month and three days left and it hasn't even reached the base goal of funding... Kinda sad, honestly. I want to maybe throw some money at it to see if a reboot for adults is any better, but I'm debating on it. Like I outlined in my article, Mind Candy has a history of not being good with money.

What's funny though is I decided to write a review on the movie when it turned 11 last winter because I like it and wanted more people to know about it. Even zoomers who knew about Moshi Monsters were unaware of the movie. Lo and behold, Mind Candy has posted the full thing on Youtube to hype up their Kickstarter!

Watch on YouTube

(open in another window, I made the embed small so this won't break on mobile)

...Unfortunately, I don't think that's going to help fund it... This movie is very average and inaccessible to people who didn't play the game. But I thought it was cute and nicely animated... Good luck Moshi Monsters! If the reboot really does happen I might make an account lol.

tyger

It was in fact NOT better today. It was actually worse. /o\

But! I did FINALLY take a fucking shower! It was at like 10:30pm, but I did finally take one!

Not sure exactly WHY my brain is bouncing off basic fucking hygiene so hard at the moment - probably something to do with it being cold, but it's not just that - but it really, really is. :/

But at least I've taken it now, so I can go food shopping tomorrow!!! >: The most important thing! (Here is a thing I have learned today: green beans don't really go in instant noodles. Texture is not quite right. Still, a vegetable is a vegetable...)

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: Birthplace

kaberett

The fan. Got house down to Actually Matching Outside Air Temperature in finite time; set up to experiment with running it in the bedroom overnight. (It has been Too Warm For Cuddles, which is Bad.)
Made the nonsense lavender-and-honey Welsh cakes for breakfast. I was sure I had picked way too much lavender but it actually fit in the measuring spoon pretty much perfectly, and wound up being noticeable but not Overwhelming.
New Murderbot novelette! I have not launched right into reading it because I am just about a quarter of the way through a System Collapse reread (and fascinated by how little of it I remember, though I concede I've read it many fewer times than All Systems Red...) so I'm going to finish that first. Which I am not expecting to take me very long.
Having spent a bunch of time poking around Wikipedia, I've gone back to Nerve and Muscle and, now almost two whole pages in, it is making significantly more sense than my previous attempt. (I have not yet started making myself notes on neuroanatomy but I am definitely considering it.)
It is The Time Of Year when strawberries are relatively cheap, so after dinner we wandered down the hill in service of me getting my steps, and us getting some exposure to The Breeze, and acquiring me a giant box of strawberries, and also picking up Ice Lollies to consume on the way back up.
Realised I could stick a jug of water in the fridge. This has made hydrating significantly easier. (I do not do well at drinking water that isn't Cold, and the magic ice dispenser on our freezer is currently out of action.)
The online Oxfam shop. Shortly to be on their way to me: a pair of cargo shorts; two pairs of linen cargo trousers; a book I previously had out from the library but which I wanted to have a reference copy of at least briefly for writing purposes.

zenigotchas

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tyger

I did... absolutely nothing on my to-do list today. I didn't even get out of bed until like. 5? It was almost dark, I know that much. SIGH.

I did at least apply for some jobs, which I've gotten into the habit of and so didn't put on my to-do list, but still. Fuck executive dysfunction, what a pain. Not surprised though, this is generally how it goes. :/

I HAVE to go shopping tomorrow though, I'm out of uh. Most foods. So hopefully that'll give me a kick in the ass to do other things, too. Hopefully!!!

I did do some knitting though, almost done with the switch cover! Just gotta bind off and then probably block it. Never had to block anything before, so that'll be an adventure! (Mama blocked the shawl I gave her. I was gonna do it, but she had it washed and blocked out before I could even say I was gonna! XD;;;) First thing will, of course, be finding the mats! But I do know where pins are, so that's something...

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Location: Spare Room

stonepicnicking_okapi

I am much happier with this one. Imagine an author (typewriter) penning the scene of a Gorey Summer.

zenigotchas

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Current Mood: grief stricken
Current Location: hell
Current Music: glitter ✩‧₊˚ – lexycat

kaberett

a circular lamp embedded in a cracked paving stone, with green leaves visible beneath the glass

(I am continuing to think a lot about sensory systems; today I have mostly been discovering how many of the things I thought I half-remembered about nerves are wrong.)

duskpeterson

There is much to look at in the sanctuary, but let us start with the altar. It recreates the altar where drugged captives were once placed before undergoing the Rite of Death, which represented their entry into a Living Death. It was at this stage that new slaves had iron masks locked securely onto their heads, which could not be removed except in the unlikely event that they survived long enough to be freed.

Here on the altar, if you wish, you may place a piece of the jackalfire tree, representing your wish that the evils of the past may be transformed by all of us in the present, bringing about rebirth.

[Translator's note: Yet again, Death Mask is the place to learn more about such matters.]

stonepicnicking_okapi

At Noon by Reginald Gibbons

The thick-walled room’s cave-darkness,
cool in summer, soothes
by saying, This is the truth, not the taut
cicada-strummed daylight.
Rest here, out of the flame—the thick air’s
stirred by the fan’s four
slow-moving spoons; under the house the stone
has its feet in deep water.
Outside, even the sun god, dressed in this life
as a lizard, abruptly rises
on stiff legs and descends blasé toward the shadows.

tyger

Still cold! Dislike! (I mean sure it's the middle of fucking winter but that does not make me like it any more. So gross.)

But! I did set up the long skirting boards in the carport - didn't get one fully done, but I DID start with the longest one and it's ALMOST done, I just kinda ran out of light. :/ (Again, with the winter! Boo!) Sibling got the drum sanding done today, too, which is excellent. :3 Not gonna rent the next sander until next week, so I'll have some quiet days which is nice. (Do need to go in and vacuum and mop, just to try and keep some dust control going, but hey. That's not actually too hard.)

Tentative plan is to have at least all the paint stripping done by Monday - I DEFINITELY want to start painting early next week - but we'll see how it goes! I also need to go food shopping again, so I'mma try and do that tomorrow since it's not the weekend? Ugh, I should have showered tonight, whoops. Too late now! Guess I'll do it after breakfast.

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Location: Birthplace

arlie

Today's offering: Should We Politicize the Texas Flood? Absolutely: When it comes to disasters, accountability delayed is accountability denied

I responded to this post, based entirely on the title, as follows. The response pretty much immediately disappeared, in what amounts to a sea of vitriol.

In common decency, people should refrain from casting blame while victims and bystanders are still reeling, and delay even longer before anything that smacks of blaming the victims.

In the news today, we have a person who lost her job for a social media post saying that the victims got what they deserved, given the voting records of part of the area affected.

I can't find it in me to be annoyed at those consequences.

It's just too soon to say things like that. At least wait until the bodies have been found and buried.

A chat board I once frequented imposed a 3 day delay for comments about disasters. It helped a lot to keep the furor down.

Parts of Krugman's actual text make good sense, and he's right about Trump et al politicizing disasters in "blue" areas. But that politicization was treated - and seen - as shocking at the time. Why does he choose to demonstrate to all and sundry that Democrats are not only just as bad as Republicans, but just as bad as MAGA? At least he managed to avoid blaming anyone except political figures, from county level on up, unlike the doctor who lost her job I referenced in my response.

Yes, the news cycle is likely to move on, forgetting about these floods as soon as some celebrity breaks up with their significant other, or whatever else occurs they think will drive clicks better than "old news". But a delayed furor about these deaths - complete with concerns for future deaths - ought to get news attention, especially if it comes with decent proposals for preventing or at least reducing future deaths.

sporky_rat

Stupid little walk for stupid little brain chemicals in stupid heat.

It was either heat or humidity, so heat.

Current Mood: grumpy
Current Location: Rat te Kāinga

paperghost

This isn't going to be a Trump Derangement Syndrome blog. I just have little energy to write when I'm dedicating my time to drawing every day, and I got an interesting Substack article in my email from a weird dude with occasional decent takes this morning.

I'm Starting to Feel Pity for MAGA

I’ve written about this before, but I sincerely miss the Republicans of olde. They had their virtues (skepticism of centralized authority) and their blind spots (a gullible exemption on the topic of cops and the military). But at least you could map their thinking beyond cultish mantras.

When MAGA sauntered on the scene, it was apparent there was no there beyond: Whatever Trump says (plus hating foreigners & vaccines). Even on subjects where we found nominal agreement, I couldn’t get them to apply their criticism consistently. When they complained about Hunter Biden’s nepotistic Burisma gig, I was right there with them! Even the smell of corruption is noxious! But ask them to apply that same standard to Trump’s entire family enterprise and LOOOOOL

( article segments )

I used to think shame would be our savior, but now I think it’s what will bury us. They’re too ashamed of being conned to admit they were conned — trapped in a cycle where acknowledging the truth feels worse than continuing the lie. So they double down, seeking compensation for personal failings by outsourcing their rage, letting someone else wield their anger while he picks their pockets during the fireworks show.

I used to have enmity for the MAGA movement, but now I just have pity. They’ve chosen to humiliate themselves so thoroughly, so completely, that anger feels almost cruel. Like kicking someone who’s already prostrate in their own filth.

I just wish this movement humiliated themselves on their own time and in their own corner, without dragging us down with them.

Granted, I don't pity them. They're willful idiots who are getting what they deserve.

( rambling )

fred_mouse

For Reasons, I'm looking for fiction books--preference for kids, but any age will do--with anything that looks a bit like generative AI. Chatbots in particular would be a win. I've been doing a fascinating dive into the librarything tag cloud*. Note that at this point it doesn't have to be a well written or readable book

adding: I'll take recommendations for artificial general intelligence as well; I'll care about the line between them later, when I've used them to generate the relevant keywords

What I've found so far

Do You Remember Being Born - Sean Michaels
Artificial: A love Story - Amy Kurzweil
The Future Happens Twice Trilogy - Matt Browne
We Solve Murders - Richard Osman (I didn't see why in the blurb, but the tag was there, and the library has it)
Tell the Machine Goodnight - Katie Williams

Not found, but remembered: "Better Living Through Algorithms" by Naomi Kritzer, which is questionable because it is probably meant to be artificial general intelligence rather than generative AI, but at this point I'm not being that picky because the hit rate is so low.

also! the closest I've got at this point in kids books is Wild Robot and the sequels; failing to work out where to find more. (in english. I've found a book that looks perfect in Chinese)

*so thankful that people put all sorts of tags on their books; I'm having a great time working out what maps to what tag. If I get it together I'll write a post off the clock about what I found that was truly batshit

svgurl

Challenge #3

Journaling prompt: What are your favorite summer-associated foods?
I have to go with ice cream. I have a total sweet tooth, and I love when the weather warms up. My favorite flavor is coffee but I'm also a sucker for a chocolate/vanilla soft serve swirl. As a kid, I used to love all the popsicles and the ice pops and the orange cream bars. Also loved ice cream sandwiches and certain Sara Lee products that they don't make anymore.

Pomegranates are another favorite food that I think of when summer hits. When we moved into our house as a kid, there was a bush in the backyard and over the years, it has grown into a bigger tree. I loved when the pomegranates and ripened, which did happen in summer. Some years, they were good and others not so much. A couple of years ago, we got a lot of amazing, sweet fruit. Last year was a little hit or miss, but my cousins' kids had fun picking them and enjoying what they picked, even if one or two weren't totally ripe yet. I think of watermelon too. I have a ton of memories of enjoying it as the weather warmed up. I'm not a fan of mangoes myself but it is also a very summer fruit. My mom especially loves mangoes and is happy when the season hits and always is ready to make the most of it.

I'm sure there are more, but that is really the ones I can think of off the top of my head. :D

Creative prompt: Draw art of or make graphics of summer foods, or post your favorite summer recipes.

I got a little too into this and made 32 icons of ice cream and various fruits (cherries, strawberries, pomegranates, mangoes, and watermelon). Anyone is welcome to save/use them! :)

( icons )

kalloway

I could complain about work, but what even is the point?

Limited Edition PG 1/60 Blue Frame went up for sale the other night and I ordered one. As I said to my parents, as far as mid-life crises go, model kits are pretty tame. I also have some things on the way from various weekend sales which, whoops, was not terribly expensive but sure is a lot of parcels. I still need to order paint.

My last two Suruga-ya orders rolled in after spending a bit of time in customs. One was the last Estailev kit that I needed, and certainly the biggest. I had not realized it was huge! I will possibly pick away at the related SD-styled ExeCreR kits in the future, but for now I'm pretty good. (No, I do not know why I got absolutely obsessed with these. I really hope they're pleasant builds!)

I tried out a new mobile game, Silver and Blood, but I just didn't click with it. Interesting premise, and I should theoretically like weird vampire game? But nope, after getting through the first chapters and thinking it was okay, I found myself just sort of staring at the icon the next day thinking 'actually I don't really care'.

Time to wait for Seven Knights Rebirth, I guess. And then I'm 100% out of upcoming mobile games?

Tomorrow, I clean out the fridge (not for any awful reason; it's just that time) and do a lot of general pickup if it's not too hot.

kaberett

I had a first-thing physio appointment, so I dragged myself over to the hospital for that and then nestled down in my Surrounded By Green and... mostly read Murderbot, with occasional fruit harvest and weeding.

(I have also had lots of opportunities to practise self-compassion, both in re the number of things I did not manage to harvest before they went over and in terms of having realised within the last half hour or so that one of my pens has vanished from all of the bags it was nominally in; I hope that if I go and poke around the table etc tomorrow it will rematerialise...)

paperghost

I Don't Grieve His Hatred, Trump Supporter, I Grieve Yours.

And though all of these things are undoubtedly emboldened by him and encouraged by him and celebrated by him—that is not the source of my despair. It is the reality that all of this vicious, toxic, filth that we are infected with today is something you are largely fine with. The unapologetic hatred is not alarming or discomforting enough to you to move you to action or to speak against it.

Oh sure, you might inwardly twinge with discomfort at one or two of the most egregious offenses, but by and large, you're good with it all.

With your silence as much as with your volume, you show me you are more with him than you are against him, that you are more like him than different from him, and that you and I are increasingly morally incompatible.

So yes, his ascendence has been a raking light illuminating everything hidden, and I am seeing you and so many of those who share this country with me with heartbreaking clarity.

That is why I grieve, friend.

That is why I don't see America or my church or my neighborhood or my family the same anymore, and I'm not sure I ever will again.

The greatest tragedy to me isn't him. It isn't the reality that the person in the highest seat of power in our nation lacks a single benevolent impulse, that he is impervious to compassion, incapable of nobility, and mortally allergic to simple kindness.

The greatest tragedy is how many Americans he now represents—and that he represents you.

That’s where the sadness is and why I mourn the loss of the people like you, whom I once thought I knew.

Long after he is gone, that grief will remain.

I feel like the other worst part is I've grown to hate people more since 2016 and again in this year. Bush and the recession already ruined my life, then there was the racist Tea Party / birther theory lunatics during Obama, which was the tipping point to all of this. This old Livejournal post probably looks like hyperbole, but I remember all of those claims being said in real life. I wasn't even a fan of Obama, but nobody cares about the facts. People in cults never do.

If there's one thing I've learned in the last 15 years, is to NEVER write off lunatics off as "a vocal minority". That's literally how they won.

stonepicnicking_okapi

Wednesday's word is courtesy of

kitarella_imagines and is...

...persiflage

[pur-suh-flahzh, pair-]

noun

1. light, bantering talk or writing.
2. a frivolous or flippant style of treating a subject.

origin

First recorded in 1750–60; from French, derivative of persifler “to banter,” equivalent to per- prefix meaning “through, thoroughly, very” + siffler “to whistle, hiss.”

example

Maybe that shows that they’ve finally gotten wise to the PR persiflage of Big Pharma. Los Angeles Times 10/11/23

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