I FORGOT TO MENTION

Feb. 2nd, 2026 09:43 pm
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Artorias is a DLC boss.

Beating the final boss of Dark Souls puts you straight into New Game Plus, so you need to do the DLC first if you want to do it, but yeah. I have in fact completed the base game up until you enter the last area. And there is a general consensus that the final boss is not the hardest in the game.

The DLC bosses are all substantially harder than the base game ones, and I have two more left, so it remains to be seen whether I can beat them, but at this point the odds look decent that I will at least be able to finish the base game.

I would like to remind you all that my initial goal was to see if I could beat the tutorial.

droning on

Feb. 2nd, 2026 08:32 pm
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Posted by Matthew McQuilkin

01302026

It's very true that, most years, I could not possibly care less about the Super Bowl. But, when the Seahawks go—and this year is their fourth time—my interest perks up a notch. I might even watch the game next weekend. This has no bearing on my ability to understand the game at all, mind you. But, I do love anything that ignites any kind of civic pride, and this is something that boosts people's love of Seattle. I'm always for that, and it doesn't really matter to me what road people take to get there.

Even more importantly this year, or at least this past weekend, something I do care about is drone shows at Seattle Center. They've been happening on New Year's Eve at the Space Needled for a few years now, and I always love them. I was therefore quite disappointed when the thick fog this year forced the cancellation of the drone show.

So for me, the Seahawks drone show that was presented at Seattle Center on Friday evening was a bit of a consolation prize. It was deeply football focused, as you can plainly see from the video above, but I didn't care. It's still a drone show! And I would be able to get footage of drone formations from early in the year that I was unable to capture on New Year's Eve.

I was planning to see a movie at SIFF Film Center anyway, which was right by the International Fountain. This made it easier to just get down there a bit earlier than I would otherwise, and catch the show. And since Shobhit needed to get more steps in, he decided to come with me to the drone show—and we both walked down there from home on Friday evening, not long after I got home from work, but long enough for us to have pasta for dinner first.

We walked into Seattle Center from the Space Needle side, and then went to "Mural Amphitheater," which the Seattle Center notice I got said the drones would be launched from. This was how I got a couple of pretty cool shots of the 500 drones lined in straight, diagonal rows across the grass in front of the mural and stage. We were kind of surprised by how few people there seemed to be around, but then things made a little more sense when we were directed to go over by the fountain because this area would be closed off to the public. For a few minutes we thought we'd be able to watch the drones from directly below them, which would have been awesome. But, maybe would have been dangerous.

It was fascinating to see, though, that when the drone show started, we saw them raise into the air in the formation of stacked plates (as they typically do), and then fly much closer to us. The crowd was much smaller than on New Year's Eve, which anyone could have predicted—New Year's Eve is simply a bigger deal and an annual event everyone knows about; it's difficult to say how many people Seattle Center reached just to let people know this bonus event was happening—but Shobhit was still kind of surprised there weren't more people. I'd say there was a few hundred at least; depending on where you stood, it still might have seemed crowded.

In any case, it was very cool, and I'm happy to have some drone footage I can still insert into the beginning of my "2026 in Ten Minutes" video I'll make at the end of the year.

The show didn't actually start until 6:40, which was kind of annoying. I'd say it lasted around ten minutes. Then, Shobhit and I parted ways so he could walk back home, and I walked the short distance over to SIFF Film Center, where I saw The Chronology of Water—which was well made, but I couldn't fully connect to.

It was also an odd experience just going there to see it. SIFF listed it on their website so naturally I assumed it was a SIFF showing. But when I asked for a member ticket and the cashier started to just charge $6 without question, I was like: "Six dollars? When did that happen?" Then we realized that I did not know this was a "pop-up screening" organized by The Grand Illusion Cinema, which lost their building location in the U District and are actively looking for a new location—SIFF was just hosting this. I knew nothing about any of this. So, not even any SIFF discount for me, but Grand Illusion tickets are cheaper anyway: I got a non-member ticket for $11, which is a dollar cheaper than I get regular tickets at SIFF Cinemas at a $4 member discount!

It was also packed. The showing was sold out, but when I arrived there were forty "unredeemed" tickets, so I got on the standby list. I went in and sat in the front row at first, where there were the only obviously available seats, but then the staff guy came in and pointed out an empty seat three seats in from the right in the fourth row, so I moved up there. Thankfully I never had to use the bathroom in the middle of the movie because these rows have very little leg room and passing the others would have been a giant pain in the ass.

— पांच हजार नौ सौ तिरसठ —

I took myself to a movie on Saturday as well, the third movie I saw in a theater in as many days. This time I took Light Rail to Lynnwood where I then took the RapidRide "Orange" bus one stop away to Alderwood Mall, to see the new Jason Statham action thriller Shelter. It was fine. Was it worth a cumulative amount of time on public transit that was just as long as the movie itself? That's debatable. But, it gave me something to do, and I do like having this easy (if long) transit option to another AMC when it's showing a movie that's inexplicably not showing at Pacific Place. I've now done it a few times, and it works out. I get some time to read my library book without distraction.

In the end I watched three movies on Saturday. I got home and wrote my review, and then I watched two Actor Awards screeners with Shobhit: Weapons, which is still delightful; and If I Had Legs I'd Kick You, which holds up on rewatch thanks to Rose Byrne's extraordinary performance. Shobhit was more impressed with her than he had been with Jessie Buckley in Hamnet and basically decided he'd be voting for Rose Byrne—which I would do too if I were a voting member of SAG-AFTRA (which I am not).

Shobhit went with these two movies mostly because they are both currently available on HBO Max, so we didn't have to bother with logging into his screener portal and screenshare to the TV.

— पांच हजार नौ सौ तिरसठ —

After the movies were over, I called Gabriel back, to talk about a few things, including the voicemail he had left me about an hour before, about seeing Bugonia—a screener Shobhit also still needs to watch. Even Ivan recently messaged me about having watched and loved that one. Gabriel loved it to, though it all hinged on the absurdity of the ending. With movies like this, I never know if he's going to find it stupid or delightful. I was mixed on that ending myself, but whatever.

More importantly, we settled on the dates and the location for our Lummi Island weekend getaway in May. It'll be May 22-24, a Friday through Sunday, and I now plan to take that Friday off, easier done now that I know I don't need to take the entire week off for the trip to Albuquerque (which will be four nights but starting on a Saturday). I have now booked our AirBnB for the weekend. And this, as of the end of January, means that all trips this year to be two nights or more are booked and planned—five of them!

Lummi Island, WA (Friday-Sunday, May 22-24)
Whistler, B.C. (Saturday-Monday, June 13-15)
Amsterdam, The Netherlands and Brussels, Belgium (July 25 - August 11)
Tokeland, WA Family Vacation (Thursday-Saturday, August 27-29)*
Albuquerque, NM (Friday-Tuesday, October 2-6)

(*This is the only one not yet paid for but is booked)

I have varying degrees of excitement depending on the trip, but I am genuinely excited about all of these—and, more importantly, thrilled to have the year's travels fully mapped out by this time already. There's also the idea of a holiday season visit to Vancouver, B.C., which is unlikely to happen this year but is within the realm of possibility.

That said, assuming we do push the Australia trip out another year due to it being too close to when World Pride Cape Town will happen in February 2028, that leaves no major trip planned within the calendar year 2027. I've been banging the drum for a few days about coming up with something cool to do at least for our anniversary next year, and to my surprise, Shobhit's first suggestion was Singapore. I'd love to go there, but with Shobhit's argument being that I still have not visited Asia, my first choice would be Hong Kong, for no other reason than it being the skyscraper capitol of the world. No other city has more of them. And so far he's surprisingly open to the idea. "We can go to Hong Kong," he said, after thinking about it for like a minute. I threw out the idea of going to both, but he thinks that might be too much. A flight between Hong Kong and Singapore is four hours, and even domestic flights we did between cities in Australia weren't quite that long—Sydney to Adelaide was two hours. But, I feel like it's still something to consider.

Shobhit was thinking Singapore might be the most cosmopolitan city in Asia—but nope, that's Hong Kong. But! "Followed closely" by Singapore. Based on preliminary searches, it sounds like we'll be pretty safe even traveling as a gay couple. I learned just now that the most prevalent religion is Buddhism, and even that is only 31% of the population—"no religion" is 2nd with 20%, followed by Christianity (18.9%) and Islam (15.6%). I had assumed it would be more Muslim than that, which would always concern me as a gay person, but the strictness of their laws notwithstanding, I'd love to visit. I won't have to worry about, say, getting caned for tagging public property with graffiti. Mostly because I don't do graffiti. Apparently Singapore decriminalized gay sex in 2023, though it does not recognize same-sex marriage. I still wouldn't have expected that anyway.

If we go ahead with that plan, though, then by February 2028 I will have visited five continents: North America, Australia, Europe, Asia, and Africa. It never in a million years occurred to me even a year ago that I could achieve this by the time I was 51. After that, I'd only have South America to go—kind of ironic given it's the only other continent in my hemisphere—assuming we don't count Antarctica. I don't really think I need to go to Antarctica.

— पांच हजार नौ सौ तिरसठ —

02012026-02

And that brings us to yesterday, when Danielle came over to hang out for a few hours. This all happened because Danielle said we should celebrate the anniversary of her move to Seattle more—even though we've only done it once before: we snuck into the apartment building we lived in together (I was there for six years; she was there for four months, February to June, in 2000) for the 20th anniversary in 2020, but that was it. If we were going to do another milestone, we should have gotten together last year, when it was the 25th anniversary. But I don't think either of us even thought about it last year.

I tried to come up with ideas, but Danielle says she's broke right now, so that limited our options. I'd have loved to go to the Pacific Science Center, especially the Kpop Demon Hunters laser show they're doing—Danielle and I were there on New Year's Day in 2000, barely more than a month before she moved over. She said she couldn't afford it, so in the end I suggested she just come over and hang out. We could feed her dinner.

She thought for a while that she'd have other dinner plans. But, she basically came over for lunch. Shobhit had pani puris prepared, and we all finished off an entire box of them. It was delicious. Danielle also brought us hot cocoa packets, and tortilla chips and hummus. Shortly before Danielle left in the evening, we used the last third or so of the tortilla chips to make nachos for dinner. This was all much more food than I should have consumed in a day, and as of this morning I have once again broken 170 lbs. Not great. I'd really love to lose some weight before we go to World Pride in Amsterdam. I did manage to lose some before we went to World Pride Sydney in 2023, but this time I keep having weekends like this last one. Even on Sunday, Shobhit kept making himself food, eggs and bread and such, and he loves sharing food and I find it hard to resist, so you know how that went. I was doing so well over the previous week. Self-control is difficult when you're with someone who also has difficulty with self-control.

But, whatever! It was a lovely time with Danielle yesterday. Shobhit is still obsessed with meeting steps goals (which make no difference to his weight as long as he's not controling his food intake), and Danielle was totally open to walking to the Capitol Hill Farmers Market with us before going up the stairs to our condo (because our elevator is down yet again; it's been repaired like three times just in the past couple of weeks). It was off-and-on rainy, but in the end it was fine. We didn't get soaked, and we got a nice, short walk out of it.

Shobhit and Danielle chatted by far the most, because she was totally open to financial planning advice, and Shobhit loves that shit. I made Danielle and I our hot cocoa, and they talked about money. Later, as was long my intention, I played the several video clips I have from the time we lived together in 2000, which I had not watched in years and I don't know that Danielle had ever watched. Two of the clips are from Easter Weekend in April 2000, when we had a rental car and Danielle was allowing me to practice driving—I got my driver's license in Olympia that year. The whole time, Danielle is recording me driving through the night in Olympia, and she's laughing her ass off for some reason. She wasn't drunk or high or anything, but anyone else might reasonably wonder if she were.

Shobhit got bored of the home videos pretty quickly, and that combined with a full stomach had him snoozing on the couch. There's a moment in one of the videos where I am moving the camera from one to the other of paper planets I had hanging from my apartment ceiling, and when I say on the video, "This is gonna be really boring," Danielle (now, watching) chuckled and said, "Facts!" But, most of the time she was actually pretty locked in, and laughed several times at things we said to each other—particularly the multiple times she called me "Bitch Boy" and I called her "Pig Slut."

And then there was Deane, the straight guy working as the Receptionist for the Seattle Gay News at the time. They met and started dating within two weeks of Danielle's move—I had forgotten it happened that quickly. I was looking for something else in my archived letters to Barbara at the time (she did not move to Seattle until September of the same year; she also lived with me briefly, but nowhere near as long), and I spent a fair amount of time writing about how I liked Deane but was frustrated by his constant presence in the apartment. The basic gist was: one roommate is enough.

There's one video in which Deane is standing behind Danielle, his arms around her, and they just stand like that the whole time while Danielle and I are talking. Danielle commented last night on how she'd never be able to handle anyone being that "clingy" now, and then made wretching sounds. It cracked me up.

Overall, it was a fun visit. I wish we could have come up with something to do out and about somewhere, something with a connection to our experience of Seattle in 2000, but whatever. It was fun just revisiting the home videos.

The actual anniversary of her move is February 7, which would have been perfect for next weekend except she's working then. That's why we got together yesterday instead. I did find an event that would have been perfect, as it's free and fun and even tends to include snacks and sometimes even wine: the Belltown Art Walk happens on the second Friday of the month. Shobhit and I have not done that yet, byt we have done the Pioneer Square Art Walk a couple of times. Danielle is working on the 13th too, though. But! She's off on March 13, so we're tentatively planning for that. I'm looking forward to it.

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monday later

Feb. 2nd, 2026 04:04 pm
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The Entity. I like the juxtaposition of colors inside with the gray and white outside. That's what life feels like now. All the comfort and color is inside while outside it is cold and difficult. Anyway. Dave just asked me if I want to go for a walk down to the creek. He made a path with his tractor so the snow's not so deep anymore. The last time we went I had a terrible time slogging though the snow and keeping my balance. But I forgot my walking stick. I'm thinking today it'll be better with a stick.

New work mug

Feb. 2nd, 2026 04:03 pm
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I rarely acquire new mugs, but a friend just gave me this one, and it is definitely my new office mug now.

As it says

Меня любили!

Feb. 2nd, 2026 08:38 pm
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Помните, я тут в одном из рассказов упоминала о нашей соседке/родственнице Лизавете-алкоголичке? Та, бывало, как выпьет, так и заводит свой любимый речитатив: “Меня любили! Ох, как меня люби-иили!” А ведь вряд ли в ту пору она была старше, чем я сейчас, так что смело могу говорить о себе то же самое и оправдываться, как бы в шутку, “отклонениями возрастными” (хорошо, что не алкоголизмом: в отличие от Лизаветы Петровны, я хоть им не страдаю). Не, ну правда, любили меня, хоть я это осознавать стала тем острее, чем дальше отдалялась от себя в той поре, когда у разных людей любви ко мне было тем больше, чем я моложе, но в силу юного возраста я-то ведь и не понимала совсем, что любовь принимала порой весьма интересные формы. Вот Галина Михайловна, например, первая наша учительница, любила меня еще детсадницей, потому что она увидала во мне задатки вундеркинда. Не оправдались они — ну да ладно, любовь-то ведь не рубильник, которым захотела да отключила нафиг все электричество. А Римма Нурхаметовна — моя вторая учительница, любила меня, возможно, за то, что я на татарку похожа, и была, в общем, на людях девочкой кроткой, как большинство мусульманок. Ее я любила взаимно аж до такой степени, что анекдоты рассказывала, от которых смеяться при мне ей было грех, но уж когда дала себе волю — небось так хохотала, что у нее преждевременно начались схватки. Когда я однажды, явившись в класс с опозданием, вдруг обнаружила, что любимой Риммы там нет, а из-за учительского стола вдруг поднялась совершенно на нее непохожая женщина и строго уставилась на меня, то я сразу и поняла, что “окончен бал, погасла свечка”.
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Buffalo Seed Company Order

Feb. 2nd, 2026 02:24 pm
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Today we ordered some landrace seeds from the Buffalo Seed Company. They have a lot of great options. This is also a step toward my goal of planting more landraces.

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Birdfeeding

Feb. 2nd, 2026 02:20 pm
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Today is cloudy and cold.

I fed the birds.  I've seen a large flock of sparrows and a male cardinal.

I put out water for the birds.

EDIT 2/2/26 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.

I put out more birdseed and a new peanut suet cake.

EDIT 2/2/26 -- I did more work around the patio.

EDIT 2/2/26 -- I did more work around the patio.





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Website Updates

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Thanks to [personal profile] nsfwords, the series Quixotic Ideas is now up to date. \o/  This is upbeat fantasy with magic integrated into everyday life.
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I'm doing the February Challenge Stuff I Love: Top Ten Edition by [personal profile] dreamersdare

Challenge 1: Make a Top Ten list for your favourite standalone media and tell people exactly why you love it.

I've chosen seven literary pieces and three movies :-)


Luna Clara & Apolo Onze, by Adriana Falcão

In this whimsical story, the young girl Luna Clara is the daughter of Aventura and Doravante, two lovers separated by a series of misunderstandings on the very night she was conceived. Luna spends her days waiting for the father she has never met, until the day she decides to look for him by herself. On the other hand there is Apolo Onzo, a boy who grew up in the middle of a twelve-year-long party in honor of his birth. One day he chooses to leave all behind to find his own destiny, with the help of a strange man who crashed his party.

I first read this book when I was a preteen. I borrowed it from my mother's boyfriend at the time (a total jerk) and never gave it back. It quickly became one of my all-time favorite stories. Some people might think it's silly that I love a book written for teenagers so much, considering I'm closer to 30 than 20, but I couldn't care less (YA is actually an underrated genre, in my opinion). I LOVE the playful language (even though it's hard to understand Doravante when he's speakingeverythingtogether) and the way the coming-of-age themes meet magical realism. And fun fact: Luna Clara/Apolo Onze was my first ship ever! lololol.


The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas, by Machado de Assis

Narrated from beyond the grave by a "deceased author" rather than an "author deceased" (this makes a difference in Portuguese!), Brás Cubas decides to recount his life. Breaking the rules of traditional realism, he explores the futility of human ambitions and the absurdity of the 19th-century Brazilian elite through a series of episodes of his life - always with sharp irony and a cynical wit.
 
This is one of the greatest classics of Brazilian literature that I had the pleasure of discovering at school. I've never enconteured anything so unique, funny, ironic, clever, and irreverent. It's refreshing to read something told with the honest that only the dead can afford. I remember vividly the feeling I had when I read the book's dedication for the first time:
 
 "Ao verme que primeiro roeu as frias carnes do meu cadáver dedico como saudosa lembrança estas memórias póstumas."

EN: "To the worm who first gnawed on the cold flesh of my corpse, I dedicate with fond remembrance these Posthumous Memoirs."

To this day i still tremble when I read that. That's one of the reasons why I love Machado so much.


The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath

The Bell Jar is a semi-autobiographical novel that chronicles the life of Esther Greenwood, an ambitious college student who wins a prestigious internship at a New York City magazine in the 1950s. Instead of being exhilarated by the city's glamour and her job, Esther finds herself spiraling into a deep clinical depression.

Whenever someone asks about my favorite book, that’s usually the one I mention. I’m not sure if it’s truly my favorite, but it hits incredibly close to home. Having battled mental illness for over a decade and found myself in similar predicaments, I find it difficult to express my love for the book without feeling fragile. Instead, I’ll simply share part of one of its best quotes:

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. (...) I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”


Rosshalde, by Herman Hesse

The story centers on Johann Veraguth, a world-renowned painter who lives in a state of profound emotional isolation. Though he is professionally successful, he is utterly estranged from his wife, to the point where they live in separate buildings on the same property, maintaining a fragile peace only for the sake of their young son, Pierre. When an old friend visits him from India, Veraguth finds himself torn between the love for his son and the opportunity of traveling to the East and finding spiritual fulfillment.

I picked this book at random in the bookstore because I thought the cover was pretty :P I didn't have much faith in the story, yet ended up crying a lot at the end. I may not be a successful artist with a distant wife, nor do I have a child, but I've experienced firsthand the challenge of balancing domestic obligations with creative and spiritual ambitions. I love this book because it makes me question marriage as an institution and reflect on how I can live without letting the restrictions of everyday life prevent me from being happy - not just in a purely technical and rational way, but also in a profoundly emotional sense. I am excited to reread it in 5-10 years, as I will surely have new impressions when doing so.


Teoria das Cores, by Herberto Helder

This very, very short story explores the creative process of a painter determined to capture the absolute essence of a fish on canvas, whose colors suddenly change. 

I came across Herberto Helder's writings thanks to a Portuguese literature course at my university. I confess that his surrealism is sometimes a little too complex for me, but this short story immediately caught my attention. I find it very interesting how he presents metamorphosis as a law that governs all things, dismissing absolute truths and establishing it as a prerequisite for the fidelity of a representation. As an aspiring writer, I cherish this story dearly.


Der Tag, an dem meine Mutter verrückt wurde, by Tijan Sila

This autobiographical short story addresses the effects of the Bosnian War on Sila's family, who survived after fleeing to Germany in 1994. It takes place on the day her mother finally succumbs psychologically, losing grip with reality while old memories resurface.

I discovered this story thanks to a literature course I took in Austria in 2024. I remember that after reading it for the first time, the teacher asked us if we thought it deserved to win the Ingeborg Bachmann Prize, and all I could think was “Yes, yes, yes!”. I love it not only for Tijan's brilliant writing, but also for the sensitive topics he addresses, such as generational trauma and memory (which will be mentioned again elsewhere on my list).


Herzzeit – The Bachmann–Celan Correspondence

Basically a book with the correspondence between Ingeborg Bachmann and Paul Celan from 1948 to 1961.

Does this count as standalone media? I really hope so, because I'm DYING to talk about it. Bachmann and Celan are two of my favourite writers and had a devastating history permeated by love, friendship and misunderstandings. The exchanged letters are already gut wrenching, but the unsent and aborted drafts are even more so. Sometimes they are so personal that I even feel a little embarrassed for entering such an intimate space. Still, I can't stop. It seems that the more I read their letters and works, the more entranced I become. I identify very closely with Bachmann and I wish, oh how I wish, I could bare my soul to someone like they did. Fun fact: the name and URL of my blog came from one of the letters sent by Bachmann.


I'm Still Here (2024)

Set in 1970s Brazil during the military dictatorship, this film tells the true story of Eunice Paiva, a mother of five who is forced to reinvent herself and fight for the truth after her husband is taken by the regime and disappears.

The military dictatorship is still an open wound for Brazil. All of my family lived it and have many stories to tell - from the fear of speaking about politics and the "patriotic" brainwashing imposed on TV and at school, to a relative that had to hide so she wouldn't be sent to prison. That's why every piece of media that address this period always speaks to my heart. Another thing that contributes to my love for the film is Fernanda Torres - she's not only an intelligent and funny woman, but also a fantastic actress (just like her mother, Fernanda Montenegro!). We need to remember it so history doesn't repeat itself. Her performance effectively conveyed the torture of “disappearance” and raised discussions about memory and generational trauma.


Heartbeats (2010)

France and Marie are inseparable friends until they become enamored with the same man. As the three of them become closer, what was once a friendship becomes a rivalry.

I have fond memories not only of this film, but also of the circumstances in which I watched it. One of my close friends, who unfortunately now lives far away from me in the US, invited me and another friend to watch it together. We spent the entire time laughing about how much Nicolas resembles someone we know. The scene at the party is imprinted in mind and features one of my favourite songs. Needless to say, Xavier Dolan is awesome!


Young & Wild (2012)

The film follows Daniela, a 17-year-old girl living in a strict Evangelical family in Chile. Caught between the expectations of her parents and her own sexual curiosity, she finds an outlet in the digital world through her provocative blog, Joven y Alocada, where she documents her sexual experiences with both men and women.

This film received many negative reviews, which I cannot understand. It may not be the best movie in the world, but it was well executed - at least in my opinion! Despite being explicit, I watched it when I was very young and was very impressed, as I had never seen so many lesbian scenes before hahaha. I think I ended up becoming attached to it because I watched it right when I was discovering my sexuality. Fun fact: the story was inspired by the life of one of the writers, Camila Gutiérrez! This makes it even more interesting, in my opinion.

Mercy me!

Feb. 2nd, 2026 12:12 pm
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Nominations Clarifications #4

Feb. 2nd, 2026 08:51 pm
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Archer (Cartoon)
The Sparrow - Mary Doria Russell

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For All Mankind (TV 2019)
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The Lost Fleet - Jack Campbell
Worldbuilding: Getting used to peace (The Lost Fleet)
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Crossover Fandom
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Star Wars Crossovers
Relationship: Bo-Katan Kryze & Din Djarin (Mandalorian & BoBF)
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Relationship: Bo-Katan Kryze & Ahsoka Tano (SW Crossovers)
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Posting anxiety

Feb. 2nd, 2026 01:03 pm
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So, as I’ve mentioned a little bit before, I self-ship. I write some stuff related to my self-ships. I’m pretty open about posting this stuff on Tumblr. I’ve posted a few self-insert fics here, but I hesitate to post more, largely because … well, a lot of Old Era fandom people post here on Dreamwidth. And I remember how mean Old Fandom was about things that it deemed too self-indulgent or OOC, so I worry about getting that live of reception here when it comes to my self-indulgent stuff. :(

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Feb. 2nd, 2026 02:52 pm
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It's a beautiful clear sunny day today, and only slightly below freezing. If this weather keeps up I might actually venture out for a walk tomorrow.

My teeth/mouth are feeling perfectly normal today and have been since yesterday. I sincerely hope whatever it was doesn't recur, or if it does, it waits until the snow has gone and I can easily get my car out of the driveway.

My car is a bit of a worry here. Most of the time I don't need it because I have nowhere I have to be, but when I do have to go somewhere like the doctor or the dentist, I need a car because none of those places are within walking distance here. Or, if, like the doctor, they are within walking distance, the walk is too dangerous because I have to cross a freeway with no good pedestrian access. So my car is just sitting in the driveway for weeks on end, which I know isn't good for it. I try to take it out just to drive around for a while every week or two, but I hate having to inconvenience my daughter and son in law by having to ask them to move their cars out of the driveway so I can get mine out. If my son in law didn't have his own mother's car here I would get him to use mine regularly, but he really doesn't need it. I wasn't using my car much back in Maryland either, but I did go grocery shopping in it, and because it wasn't blocked in by any other cars it was easy to go for a random drive if I wanted to.

Truth vs fiction.

Feb. 2nd, 2026 11:49 am
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“The idea that ancient women warriors (Amazons) removed their right breast to improve bow hunting is a myth, not a historical fact. The belief originated from a false Greek etymology interpreting "Amazon" as "without breast" (\(a\)- "without" + mazos "breast"), rather than from actual practices.”

Someone somewhere mentioned this as a true thing recently, while I’ve been processing a botched breast surgery that has left me disfigured.

There was a part of my brain that has been screaming ever since, please tell me no one would ever actually do that to themselves.


This is a Gemini answer but I still find it profoundly reassuring.
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Не могу удержаться.
Ждём, не дождёмся, когда появятся наконец публикации о том, что в файлах Эпштейна не_всё_однозначно. И всё это поклёп и заговор. И любим мы всех этих людей не за это. И надо смотреть по делам. И вообще, когда это было!
Мне в фб-ленте (не у френдов) уже попалось о том, что на острове, вообще-то, и научные конференции проводились. И Эпштейн вообще поддерживал науку и был меценатом. Скоро будет святой человек.
Вот только опубликуют условные методички и трамписты кааак начнут высказываться. Пока молчат. arbat вон только про стрелянину проработал методички и написал простыню. Отстаёт чувак от жизни.
Хосспади, как уже этот цирк надоел.
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1 февраля 2026.
Valfrejus, France.
January 2026.

28 января 2026.
KAUST, Saudi Arabia.
KAUST North Beach 2026

Time to start another week...

Feb. 2nd, 2026 11:18 am
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Which means it is time to drink some tea. My first class of the day is in 40 minutes.
That should give my tea time to kick in, right?

Today's commute [bicycling]

Feb. 2nd, 2026 01:34 pm
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No photos this time because I was too busy. Weather.gov said it was -3°F when I left the house, but then the thermometer on the back porch said +5°F, and I'm inclined to agree with the back porch thermometer.

I tried wearing a different face mask, to see if that helped reduce the fogging of my glasses, and it did! However, as best I can tell, the mask filter started to get clogged with ice crystals (O2 Designs mask, company now defunct). That started to make it so hard to breathe that I ripped off the mask by the time I reached the first major hill climb of the commute. By that point the air was warm enough that it didn't feel like I was losing *too* much body heat just by the act of breathing.

Anyway, this is going to be a ludicrously busy week now. Wish me luck...lots of animal wrangling and meetings of various sorts. Not boring, at least?