They have languished long enough. :/
That the remainder cost approx. 800 SGD... well, will be a strain on my pockets, but I pray the pain is worth it.
EDIT: If you can't help, just say so. Don't have to tell me "I am sorry" or "At least you have some sales, but sadly most don't have".
EDIT 2: I was receiving responses like the ones seen above.
Et récemment, j'ai commissionné à une artiste que j'aime bien sur tumblr une illustration, donc c'est une bonne occasion de montrer la fic et le dessin !
Titre : Desperate Measures
Auteur : flo_nelja
Fandom : Gravity Falls
Couple : Bill/Ford, with just a bit of Stan, Soos and Abuelita for now
Genre : Post-canon, adventures and psychological, some humor.
Résumé : Bill has lost his powers, and is unlucky enough to meet Ford. To get out of it alive, he will need to apologize very nicely. Even if he doesn't want to.
And even if it works, he has to keep pretending to be nice, and living with people who hate him for pesky reasons. But he'll escape! One day... Maybe...
Rating : PG
Disclaimer : Everything belongs to Alex Hirsch and a few others
Nombre de mots : ~8000 for now.
To read: Here on AO3
The art: ( Read more... )
Back in 2008, Gandhian pilgrimage that ended at Calais.
And his present (surely it is the same guy) simple life agenda has crossed my horizon heretofore.
My dearios, I give you I live a healthier life now I’m free of the trappings of modernity.
O, lucky old you, a healthy bloke with sufficient resources to undertake this project and pontificate about it. You are not just lucky to be 'born without any serious long-term health issues' - this is due to various factors including maternal nutrition and antenatal care, vaccination against common childhood diseases (even if he didn't get these, and I bet he did, he would have benefitted from herd immunity), i.e. the benefits of modern medicine and sanitation.
Also, I have no time whatsoever for anyone who dismisses other people's experiences of pain: there is a man who, we must suppose, never sat an exam while doubled over with period pain, or suffered a migraine. Not at all rare conditions. Your body is not 'always aiming for balance and health'.
And we observe that he has had a vasectomy... because one of my questions (among the many stimulated by the thought of all the technological advances that have made women's lives so much less arduous, which I remarked on when his bogosity first impinged upon my aghast gaze), wot abaht contraception?
Perhaps we might introduce him to the notion that being regularly flogged with a large codfish is a cure for pretentious woowoo?
(And do we think that his simple austere life is 'more work for other people', like the process that gets his handwritten ms - written on tree bark in berry juice, we wonder? - from his simple cabin in the woods to the Guardian website?)
It's super annoying she thinks this behavior is okay. But anyway.
ETA: I came down in the morning and she had closed the door where she was and had fallen asleep again!!! She hadn't started the hot breakfast!
I officially called her out on it so if she's still just sleeping all night at this point it's just tough shit for her.
It also means that if I'm awake, Monique will not have cause to turn off her alarm and go back to sleep. She'll have no reason to think I'm doing checks anyway. And that's how it should be. Regardless of if I'm sleeping or working, the point of dividing checks that way is so one person can have downtime. If I'm studying TEFL or nursing, it shouldn't matter.
The other thing I'm thinking about suggesting is that instead of dividing the sleep each night, we instead separate it by day. Monique has already cut Thursdays from her work week, so my thought is I stay awake Sunday and Monday night and she stays awake Tuesday and Wednesday night. Then the other Sara (who works with me Thursdays) and I will switch off - one week I'm awake all night, one week she's awake all night.
That way instead of two severely sleep-deprived people, there is one person who is awake and one person who is resting their entire shift (unless there is an emergency.) Whoever is taking the lead that night is fully rested, and since the resting person will have mostly uninterrupted sleep, they should recover better if they need to get up.
So, I can't remember what happened, but there was some conversation about seeking co-parents so I looked up the website. I thought it was going to be single parents looking for people to team up (e.g. a teacher, a nurse, a firefighter, and a store clerk cooperating together so that they can save money on child-care.)
And I looked up the website and I couldn't find out more without making an account, but it's actually people looking either for free sperm donation, either without parenting rights or with the goal of co-parenting (as in, both parties actively taking part in the child's life in terms of legal, kinship, and fiscal ways.)
That was not what I was expecting! But you know? Actually sort of cool. I'm glad to see the options of how people start and maintain families increasing. Some friends I have can't have kids on their own and I thought co-parenting with them would be cool. Seems like there would be more cooperation and less likeliness of a horrible blowup than in a situation where the parenting is tied to a romantic relationship.
I think the funniest thing is that men on that website are waaaaaaay less creepy/skeevy. Nothing chases away the creepy men like 'co-parent' as part of your search.
Offence. Volskaya industries. Backfill, with about 2:30 to go; first point taken, first third of second point taken, but they've been flailing. I grab D.va, and they waste about 2:15 just raggedly charging in, ignoring my group-up requests - tho' I did get the enemy to blow a few of their ults. And once I announce that my nerf is up, my team finally groups, mostly because hey, about out of time.
I lead the charge in. I get one and a mech with my nerf. One of our team gets someone else, I don't know who. I get my mecha back, charge in, kill a third.
Their Reaper drops in with his ult and kills FIVE OF US. Quadruple kill. It is, in fact, play of the game.
But he does not get me. I am the only member of my team alive.
I kill every remaining member of the enemy team and take the point in overtime, while the entire rest of my team is dead.
I gold in objective kills, but I don't even card.
I cannot imagine what that looked like to everyone else.
What I read
Finished Boys will be Boys, which was still very familiar although it is many years since I last read it. Wonder if Turner would really have liked to be writing something a bit more serious about matters of popular culture; and would have liked to be nerdish in the archives of the publishing companies, because there are sometimes wistful asides about the mysteries that might be solved thereby. Pretty sure this is where the very youthful oursin first acquired that apprehension that each generation disses upon what the young of next are consuming (whether print or radio or more latterly other media) as A Road to Ruin (I wish I could locate my copy of his Roads to Ruin).
Also finished The Witch of Syracuse: worked well, did not have that sense one so oft has when scattered short stories on a character/s are brought together of 'fix-up', but that it worked as a narrative arc. Also thought it worked well on the historical contingencies, nature of the deities, etc. (Very unfluffy Hellenic/Punic goddesses.)
Being somewhat smitten with travel angst, read various short things, comfort re-reads, etc.
Did read the novella Suradanna and the Sea by Rebecca Fraimow (2016): very good, even though I couldn't remember why or when I'd downloaded it.
On the go
Finally began Victoria Bates, Sexual Forensics in Victorian and Edwardian England: Age, Crime and Consent in the Courts (2015) - very good so far.
Also currently in medias res, Patricia McKillip, Kingfisher (2017) - very good, but my bar for riffing on/mashing up Arthuriana is set very high with Naomi Mitchison's To the Chapel Perilous.
*Among other sights seen today, Rynek Underground.
I flew into Orlando last night, and now I'm in my mother's house. There's no damage I can find, other than plants. Today I'll put up the flagpole again and set the courtyard to rights and neaten up the mess we left in packing and rushing out and empty the freezer. I don't trust any meat left in there during the power outage, though the bags of ice we'd packed between things didn't melt. I'm a bit uncertain about the water -- there had been a boil water advisory for most of last week. Though it's been lifted, I don't know if I should flush water currently in the pipes and being run through the refrigerator for ice and cold water. I will have to find a market, as there's no fresh food or meat here I can eat. I might make a loaf of bread in the machine.
It was lovely to be away, though there's a huge difference between living somewhere and just visiting. It's hard for me to go back to some places as a tourist, now. I desperately want to move, to find a new home that I like or maybe can love again. I can hope.