dragonlady7 | Jan. 3rd, 2018

Jan. 3rd, 2018

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deputychairman replied to your post “my dude, cooking: a vignette We are having pasta for dinner. Just–…”

Just to say that I enjoyed this story very very much

I have a follow-up. He’s lying on the couch and the cat is curled up on his belly, giving herself a bath. She was licking her hind leg, just now.

He whispered to her, “Is that your ankle or your knee?” because honestly how do you tell, cats have confusing legs.

(She didn’t answer.) (I’ve just had to Google feline anatomy to settle this.) (It was her ankle.)

I generally enjoy my dude very much but if this all isn’t a succinct example of him at his best, which is to say, still slightly maddening, I don’t know what is.
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Oh fuck! I just reread Found Cat and, well.

TLJ spoilers so I’ll cut:

It works way way way better as a post-TLJ story than a post-TFA one. The big Plotty Thing I came up with and was considering doing before I backed off and left it there as just fluff–

well, if Kylo Ren is secretly contacting Rey, right

and Poe is a mess because he made decisions on a mission that led to it failing and a bunch of people getting killed

well

gosh

and then I get to

well I already wrote this today but this is almost all I’ve got:

He paused, but that would make it obvious that he was listening, so he awkwardly resumed his purposeful walk. The crying person had heard him, too, and was sniffling now, clearly trying to get him- or herself under control. Finn rounded the corner and pretended not to look; he spotted the figure, a small dark-haired person in a bulky olive coat, sitting huddled in a low windowsill. But stopping to hassle her (probably her, from the size) would be rude, so he kept walking.

Only to realize that it was a dead-end; the door at the end of the room was barred and had an Emergency Exit Only – ALARM WILL SOUND– sign on it.

He stopped, turned around, and looked at his watch. Thirteen minutes to go. He hadn’t killed much time.

“Oh my god,” the crying person said, and he looked over reluctantly. He’d been trying to give her privacy, but. “It’s you!” she said.

She was a small person, round-faced, young but not a child, straight black hair framing a face swollen with crying. He had never seen her before. She scrambled to her feet, proving that she was indeed as short as she’d looked, and came over toward him. “It’s you!” she said again.

“It’s me,” Finn said, confused.
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“i just spent forever brushing and oiling my hair. I need to trim it,…”

My ex always used to say he could tell when I was bra shopping online because I would hunch over the computer and start muttering numbers to myself. I assume you are familiar with r/abrathatfits?

I don’t Reddit, actually. I get that it’s great for specialty stuff and I’ve read some great threads. But, I don’t use Reddit.

I learned all my bra-fitting lore from a couple of communities on Livejournal. (Yikes! I’m old.) Back then it was really hard to find anything, and shipping from the UK was expensive, but DD+ sites have downright exploded in the, yikes, decade since then. I still can’t walk into a store within 60 miles of my house and find a single bloody thing, but the Internet is vast and I know all the major manufacturers like the back of my hand. (There’s a specialty bra boutique four miles from my house and I called them and asked what Freya, Fantasie, Curvy Kate or Panache they stocked and they said uh… we carry… Wacoal? and I said never mind then and hung up. If you don’t have British bras I’m not shopping with you.) (I lie, I did go in, and they fitted me, and I wound up with the single least-supportive underwire bra I’ve ever owned, and the straps won’t stay on my shoulders because the thing is so poorly-designed, and I look old and fat in it. And it was $60. So, fuck ‘em. Fuck Wacoal entirely. British and Canadian fitters never have a problem, but American fitters universally insist on adding random amounts of inches to my bra band measurement and then can’t figure out why my nipples are down to my elbows and the back of the bra band is up to my neck. Fucking, duh? so I don’t go to fitters anymore.)

I’m just so old and tired of fucking dealing with it that now that I’ve discovered how cute Torrid’s bralettes are and that several Freya dealers ship through Amazon, I don’t shop around much anymore. I have two styles of underwire that I buy one of every two years or so, and I wear those when I really have to look sharp, and otherwise, it’s wire-free for me, baby. Maybe I look old and saggy but guess what… yep, that’s right, I am old and saggy, so.
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bomberqueen17 replied to your post “dreamwidth update: First Seeds Have Arrived!”

If you grow chives, grow them either in a pot or in a border or something because they will Take Over.

that’s really good to know! Thanks! I’ve never grown them before but if I do it will be in a pot because that does not need to be in the field.

I would append a photo if I could lay my hands easily on one, but– last year my sister decided to move the perennials out of the farm’s picking garden and use them to replace the front lawn. So now the old picking garden is all annuals and they’re converting it to no-till, and the former lawn is perennial herbs and flowers.

She moved all of the chives, divided them, and made them into a solid line that is the entire front border of the bed. There’s still an expanse of grass there, between the herbs and the gravel apron that lines the highway– the grass is there to catch the salt runoff and pollutants from the road. But instead of trying to make a border out of mulch or stones or anything, she used the chives.

Because chives will outcompete grass, and nothing else will.

I had a small patch of chives next to my driveway for years. They took over the entire patch, and then as the driveway’s center seam got wider (it was old and needed replacement) they showed up growing out of the middle of the goddamn driveway, where they persisted until I had the entire driveway redone last summer.

They’re really great, though. And when they bloom, you can eat the flowers! Chive flowers are cute little purple balls and they look and taste great in a salad. And once you have chives, you have them all the time; they’re pretty much constantly usable, except maybe first thing in spring, and once there’s snowpack. But the rest of the time, the leaves are usable.
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Pilling The Cat Saga, Part Eleventy-Four

She’s still so psyched about the existence of cheese that in the frantic jumble I can just hand her the pill and she’ll eat it because she’s so psyched about cheese. (I really need to get some better deli cheese or something, the American cheese is too brittle to actually wrap around the pill.)

Downside: now she wants to know what we’re eating all the time. Nooo.

During dinner, Dude plucked her from his lap and set her back on the floor, and solemnly intoned “Now that you have tasted of the cheese of the knowledge of good and evil, you must be cast out of paradise,” which was appropriately Miltonian.

Later, Dude and I had gone to bed and it was freezing so I was being little spoon, and Dude whispered into my ear, “What are you doing,” and I was like ??? until I heard the purring and realized he wasn’t speaking to me.

In a moment Chita climbed over his shoulder, purring like mad, and insinuated herself between us so that she could be the middle spoon. I rolled away after a bit and looked back and she had managed to capture Dude’s arm and was sleeping with her head on the pillow next to his face. It was very cute.

We are ridiculous.
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man if i morph the fluff AU setting of Found Cat into a not-quite-Earth thing I can actually set the entire thing basically post-TLJ and have room for all kinds of shit.

I sometimes feel like I warp the concept of AUs too far, but…

I also had a thing I entitled “this is dumb” where I wrote a new version of How Shara And Kes met, and I was like, this was such a waste of time but I had to get it out but literally nobody’s going to want to read it, but…

If I set it in that A/U then I can solve some of my logistics problems and also have an excuse to tell it.

(It was really great because it involved Kes being Noble But Helpless and Shara being the Shining Hero Who Saves Him, and also let Shara make really goofy dad jokes for the entire rest of her life about it.)

Not that anyone would want to read that, either– a weird not-quite-Earth definitely-not-fluff AU version of minor canon characters’ meet-not-cute?[it’s not cute, kes is pretty badly-injured] – but it’s an excuse to write it, ok.

“How did you know that Papa was the person you were going to marry?” Poe asked, climbing up into Shara’s lap. She gathered him in, kissed him on top of his head, and looked thoughtful.

“Don’t make the joke,” Kes said, pointing at her with the stirrer he’d been using. Shara smiled at him. “Shara!”

“Poe,” Shara said sweetly, “it’s because when I first met him, I could see what was truly inside of him.”

“Shara,” Kes groaned. “He’s too young for that joke.”
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thesacredreznor replied to your post “Pilling The Cat Saga, Part Eleventy-Four She’s still so psyched about…”

You could try putting “cheese time” on a cue (like… ring a bell or something?) so she knows that that’s when she’ll get people food and maybe won’t expect anything during your meal times. Sorry, I’m an animal training nerd.

Well, I’m already separating it from People Eat Food time by several hours, and from People Eat Food Place by a few feet– I sit on the floor of the kitchen nearish to her food bowl, and she comes over to me on the floor. So– I mean, she’s probably not really associating Cheese with People Food, and her uptick in interest in What Humans Are Eating is likely just a response to the upheavals of late. She was actually more interested in Dude’s lap than his plate. But.

I do think I need to separate Pill Time from her eating time too, because if she’s full of cheese she’s less interested in cat food, and I really, really really, don’t want her to start thinking that cat food is not as good.
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