Daily Did July 6

Jul. 6th, 2025 11:15 pm
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 Gonna start this again instead of a paper bullet planner.
  • Washed linens
  • Planned meals for the week
  • Did check-in for the Consistency Collective
  • Screwed around on archive.org organizing favorites
  • Put tissue paper on lamp over my desk to diffuse the light

Just to add...

Jul. 7th, 2025 02:08 am
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Just wanted to clarify my previous post about Corvyx. I encourage everyone to support these artists via Patreon and elsewhere, because they deserve it. I'm just very grateful that people like me who can barely afford to buy groceries are blessed to be able to listen to these artists even when we don't have the money to pay. (That's why I like, sub, and share as much as I can).

He's also on Spotify, FYI. I'm about to head over there now.

So, while I'm here, have another video. This seems to be one of his most popular ones.


Why have I never heard of Corvyx?!

Jul. 7th, 2025 01:35 am
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I'm ashamed to say I've just discovered Corvyx tonight. He is a phenomenal talent. The kind of performer you listen to with your mouth hanging open. His videos are professional quality, too. There are so many amazingly talented musicians on YouTube, and they share their art with us, and you can listen for free. I love YouTube artists.

I know, I know. Disturbed did the ultimate cover of this song, but just... give it a listen.


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This poem is spillover from the March 4, 2025 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] wyld_dandelyon. It also fills the "Secrets" square in my 3-1-25 card for the Tolkien Bingo Fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony Barrette. It belongs to the series Polychrome Heroics.

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This poem came out of the July 1, 2025 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by [personal profile] janetmiles. It also fills the "close-knit community" square in my 7-1-25 card for the Western Bingo fest. It belongs to the series Frankenstein's Family; it follows "Signs of Their Trespass," so read that first or this won't make much sense.

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This poem came out of the July 1, 2025 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] rix_scaedu. It also fills "The Harder They Fall" square in my 7-1-25 card for the Western Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] janetmiles. It belongs to the series Polychrome Heroics.

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Poem: "No Such Thing as Finished"

Jul. 6th, 2025 06:18 pm
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This poem is spillover from the July 1, 2025 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] jake67jake. It also fills the "He's all hat and no cattle." square in my 7-1-25 card for the Western Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] janetmiles. It belongs to the series Polychrome Heroics.

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Dessert and Developments
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1237
[Wednesday, 2 August, 2017, 8:30 p.m.]


:: LaQuinta and Cash are arguing over the “best” kitchen staples when their evening is interrupted. Part of the Unfair Trades arc in Mercedes, within the Polychrome Heroics universe. ::



The large, rectangular building was proudly labeled Jaliya’s Kitchen in six-foot letters painted on the cinder block wall. Graffiti tags surrounded the white background, with only one corner smudged by a painted leaf from the faux rosebushes that filled the space between the bottom edge of the wall and the lower edge of the title frame. Double doors stood open, inviting people inside but equipped with positive pressure fans above the doorway to prevent insects from entering.

Inside, tucked at a four-person round table just past the large eight-person tables nearest the doors, each marked with a triangular standing card, Cold Cash perused the dessert menu for the day. “I don’t know how you can favor pudding over real apple pie,” he teased, tsking at LaQuinta.

She sank an inch lower in her seat. “I was just…” One hand tipped her menu to the side.

“If you like pudding, great,” Cash told her gently. “I was joking.”

LaQuinta hummed. She nodded toward the young man at the table painted with black chalkboard paint, currently wrangling five kids under the age of five. “He looks like an older brother, not a dad, but… Why are they here?”

“Because the food’s good.” Cash winked at her. “Plenty of people who work full time pop in here, or into the Jaliya’s Kitchens set up in church community rooms, because they got used to it during the first days after the quake. They drop off supplies, or put funds in envelopes left under a plate after the meal. The servers taking orders and clearing the tables are volunteers, and for most of them, it’s their first job. They get breaks and meals and job training, and Jaliya writes each one a letter of recommendation.” He smiled. “She absolutely always needs delivery drivers, too.”

“It seems too good to be true,” LaQuinta murmured.

A young woman, her hair covered by a bright Hawaiian print scarf, stepped up. “Dessert?” she asked them brightly.

“Apple pie for me, and…” Cash paused. “LaQuinta? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He rested a hand on the young woman’s wrist.

“Helah?” LaQuinta’s voice shook. “Are you here with…” She trailed off, swallowing hard.

“When the Quake hit, I was in the house with Mrs. Perry and the two youngest foster kids,” the younger woman answered carefully. “When the military started piling families into busses to get them out of the area, Jane told the soldiers that I was just the neighbor kid, and made up names for my parents.” Her jaw tightened. She exhaled carefully. “They made me wait at an emergency shelter, expecting people who don’t exist to be desperate to find me.Two days later, I started walking. I felt safer on foot than trying to get a seat in the evacuation.”

LaQuinta winced. “Any news about Mister Perry?”

Helah shook her head. “No, actually. Either his wife found him or there was a clear reason that he wouldn’t be able to evacuate with them, and I don’t care which.” She dredged up the remnants of a smile. “I did manage to find Duke and Felix, and while I’m not part of their new foster family, they’re enrolled in school and we visit at least twice a week.”

LaQuinta cleared her throat. “Cash, Helah was my next door neighbor, ninety miles away from here. The Perrys were foster parents popular with the social workers.” Her nose wrinkled. “Mister Perry acted like my name was a crime, and he was mean about another neighbor’s name because it was ‘wrong’ gender. Leslie was a lot of fun, and he spent more time playing with the Perry’s foster kids than Dale Perry did.”

“How’s your…” Helah asked carefully.

“It’s just me,” LaQuinta murmured. “Just like last year and the years before. Nothing new, no new trauma,” she finished, lifting her expression by force of will.

Helah shook her head. “There are half a dozen apps for letting people you care about know that you’re okay. I would’ve liked…” She took a small step back. “Sorry, I’m not trying to wreck your date.”

“It’s not a date,” Cash assured the young woman. “Miss Dixon would be a lovely date, if it were, but I’ve been trying to steer her to a job. Oh, and she wanted the lemon pudding, please?”

“You’re going to like it,” Helah promised. “It’s got lemon juice, zest, and bits of candied peel in it. It’s not box mix, for sure.” She took another half step to the side. “Back in a flash, I just need to pick up the individual servings.”

LaQuinta watched her leave. “How many foster kids are desperate to take care of themselves and praying that they can pass for eighteen now?” she whispered.

“I don’t know,” Cash admitted. “I was worried that you’re actually not eighteen either,” he added after a beat.

She snickered. One hand dug in her pocket for her certification fan. She opened it to the back, revealing her driver’s license. “Old enough to drink if I wanted.”

“Good genes,” he laughed. “Okay, so I can stop worrying quite so much. The reason for wanting you to make deliveries for Jaliya hasn’t changed; she is still working like the world will stop if she takes too long on a coffee break, and using the meal service profits to cover the Kitchen meals.”

“What if I want to do a little of this and a little of that until I figure out where I fit around here? I’ve only got my room for a total of three months, then I have to reapply, and I’d rather have a place to stay on my own instead.”

“Do you mean a studio apartment, or would a roommate situation suit you?” Cash finally moved his fingers from the delicate press on her wrist.

LaQuinta touched her coily hair, nudging the diagonal sweep of bangs behind her ear. “That’s not important yet, and I’ve barely got any stuff anyway,” she murmured. “I just need to be able to come and go without someone arguing about rules and curfews.”

“I can understand that,” the black-haired man agreed.

Helah set the bowl of lemon pudding in front of LaQuinta first, then set two steaming wedges of apple pie in front of Cash. “I’m surprised that you don’t want that served ala mode,” she mused. “You make all our ice cream, after all.”

“Busman’s holiday,” he joked. “Thanks.”

Helah nodded to both of them, then bustled off.

LaQuinta watched her go, then asked, “Is she… showing favoritism?”

Cash picked up the standing card on the currently empty eight person table decorated with drawings of first responder icons. He tapped the drawing of a cricket on the bottom. “I’m a soup. Everybody who’s met me, practically, knows that. Is that a problem for you?”
LaQuinta’s brows drew down, slowly puzzling together. “Why should it be?”

He grinned. “Your job opportunities just tripled. At least.” He lifted his fork. “Now, if you only had time to run one more errand, would it be to a bookstore, the library, or something else? Practical or fun, it doesn’t matter.”

“You’ve been very attentive,” LaQuinta hedged. “But that… confusion about this being a date… I’m not…” She shrugged.

“No problem. I’m being polite and attentive because if I can find a job that suits you, then I’m proving myself as a coordinator. We both win.”


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A Sunshiny writerly ways

Jul. 6th, 2025 07:31 pm
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My cousins came today and stayed for like 6 hours so I am socialed out and my brain ain't coming up with witty writing stuff so I'm combining it with Sunshine challenge #2

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Challenge #2

Tunnel of Love
Journaling: The romance of summer! What do you love? Write about anything you feel sentimental about or that gets your heart pumping.
Creative: Write a love poem to anyone or anything you like



Now that I'm a college professor and not seeing patients any more, I have one thing I like about summer. I'm OFF WORK. Other than college sucks. Yeah I love to garden and swim but you can do both of that indoors and that's my preference. I'm heat intolerant. Summer literally makes me sick. Yeah I'm an autumn/winter kinda lady.

Yes I can appreciate all the good things that comes out of summer but yeah not really for me.



But I do have something about love written...or at least sex... have that story I wrote in a week 15K + here is chapter one. I'm proud of this one If Anything's Worth My Love, It's Worth a Fight It's Hazbin Hotel and it's naughty





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Aquarium photos!

Jul. 6th, 2025 09:08 pm
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I'll never make a living as a fish photographer, but I managed to get at least a few decent shots. Four hours at the aquarium is my favorite way to spend an extra day off.

photos under the cut to spare your reading page )

Not pictured: the cownose ray in the stingray touch tank that took a liking to me. Her name was Big Splash and she lived up to it. I was still damp when I got home six hours later.

Geology

Jul. 6th, 2025 04:15 pm
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Defying physics: This rare crystal cools itself using pure magnetism

Research team identifies atacamite as a magnetocaloric material.
Deep in Chile’s Atacama Desert, scientists studied a green crystal called atacamite—and discovered it can cool itself dramatically when placed in a magnetic field. Unlike a regular fridge, this effect doesn’t rely on gases or compressors. Instead, it’s tied to the crystal’s unusual inner structure, where tiny magnetic forces get tangled in a kind of “frustration.” When those tangled forces are disrupted by magnetism, the crystal suddenly drops in temperature. It’s a strange, natural trick that could someday help us build greener, more efficient ways to cool things
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I have made a msitake

Jul. 6th, 2025 05:08 pm
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I made a mistake I think, trying to open up my challenge comm on 4th of July to sign ups because only 2 have signed up and I am sure the sign up advertisements I put are buried on people's timelines. *sighs*

Done This Week

Jul. 6th, 2025 02:10 pm
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*lolsob* Okay, so, I went to queue up the July posts for Lewisia on Saturday. I only needed to write one more for the week as well. The first things I always queue up are the Monday demifiction posts, because those are written for specific dates. Aaaaand...there weren’t any for July. Because I had lost track of what week it was and hadn’t written them yet.

Now, a sensible person could think, well, write one of them to finish out the current week’s pieces, then write the other three on Sunday. You’ll have all the July Mondays covered and be ahead of the curve for the coming week.

Friends, I am not a sensible person, but for once, it’s working in my favor. I wrote all four of them last night. And a fifth general one, just because I thought of it. So now, if I write two pieces this coming week, I won’t have to worry about it at all over the weekend when my club’s show and sale takes place. Which is great! But wow, I went about it in the weirdest way possible.

It has been an exceedingly foolish week at work, with a bunch of leaks and breakdowns, a short week, and a holiday party. I helped with the grilling and food prep for the party. Two of the other guys on the team normally handle it, and I am nosy and insist on getting involved. It’s just more work for me, when I could be sitting around doing nothing, because I am Just Like This. And then I volunteered to stay late with the outside vendor fixing several of the leaks.

Lewisia: 7 new pieces written

Day job: 36.5 hours, with Friday off

Cooking: Tang pie from Tasting History with Max Miller (kept frozen, it’s a creamcicle pie, simplistic but tasty, like the cheat lemon pie, probably not worth making again but no regrets)

Reading: Strangers in Paradise #17

Watching: more Murderbot :3

Listening: Transformer by Lou Reed (a quick detour into the classics)

Clock Mouse: 1097 words

This week...

Jul. 6th, 2025 08:20 pm
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We had a garden party (ok not very garden) for the spouse's birthday. I made an appropriate amount of food. Including something I developed by reading a handful of coronation chicken recipes and ignoring them all because they sounded disgusting (this is partly because I don't even like coronation chicken) which I kind of want to call see-you-on-the-road-to-Küssnacht chicken but may settle for fuck-your-fancy-hat chicken as requiring somewhat less explanation.

Friday's AO3 problem turns out to have been a 'key got too large for the field holding it' thing, which reminds me that one of my databases at work is heading towards that problem, the trick is going to be remembering that on Monday when I'm actually working.

Also I uh. Broken the new laptop they sent me. Ooops.

Generally, everything continues to be Too Much.

Birdfeeding

Jul. 6th, 2025 02:06 pm
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Today is mostly cloudy and sweltering. 

I fed the birds.  I've seen a mixed flock of sparrows and house finches.

I put out water for the birds.  Bees are visiting the small metal birdbath again.

EDIT 7/6/25 -- It's raining, so I won't have to water anything today.  :D











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