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I was thinking about how the adaptation for the next season might go.
( More about that )
Every year at Sidmouth Folk Festival, they hold a jig competition. A jog is a traditional dance (either solo or with two people) that is far, far more knackering than it looks.
I remember watching Emma dancing with a morris team a few years ago, and asking if she was entering the competition. She's really a brilliant dancer.
She almost floats on her feet!
I'm enjoying the new series of Sandman. It's so nice to have something that is slowly paced and gives you time to soak up the atmosphere.
Also, it's fun spotting the Dorset locations standing in for Ancient Greece !
I wasn't quite sure which abbey they were using for Destiny's realm, but it worked very well.
People on bluesky have been sending up the claim that GPT-5 boosts ChatGPT can provide PhD-level expertise.
After all, if you ask me for Mi Xpertise, you are likely to get 'it's complic8ed' and your ear bent with perhaps TMI on the subject, and what the areas of uncertainty are.
Do we not think that it would be more like having an overconfident mansplainer in one's pocket?
This led me to the teasing memory of a quotation, which I have tracked down and found has been researched in considerable depth here: Quote Origin: I Wish I Was As Sure of Any One Thing As He is of Everything.
It's fairly reliably attrib. to Lord Melbourne about the historian Thomas Macaulay (not, we fear, a member of the discipline given to declaring IAMC, sigh). Though it's been ascribed to various about various (funnily enough, all blokes) over the years.
Author: Mare Griffen (she/her)
Biography: Mare is a writer from the US. When not begrudgingly being employed in a 9–to–5, she spends her time meandering, overthinking, doting on her beloved cat, and writing fanfic. She survives on coffee and distraction.
Story Title: beautiful and true
Excerpt:
“How did you get interested in unicorns, anyway? I never asked.”
“I don’t know.” Presumably, at one point, she must have heard the first story. Read the first book, or seen the first film that made her wonder. But passions so old became part of one’s very being. “I guess every child must read some fantasy book with unicorns in it at some point? They have them in kids’ movies.”
“My Little Pony?” Aly asked with a quirk of a smile. “Barbie?”
“God, no.” The unicorn stories Vee liked had been more… eerie. More about going into the deep woods and finding something strange and redefining one’s purpose around it. “No,” she continued, thinking it through, “I think I liked the idea that they could be dangerous. Mysterious and untameable.”
Author: Mina Kramek (she/her)
Biography: Mina has been looking through archways and in tree hollows for a portal to another world since she was six years old, and discovered along the way that she loves exploring this world almost as much. The first stories she ever told were fairy tale retellings, and she still has a soft spot for them. She’s been writing fanfiction since long before she knew what it was, but finished a story for the first time in 2020 after watching the Untamed three times in a row. Since then, she’s posted about 750k worth of stories on AO3 and modded a Big Bang. She would always rather be sipping wine by a river and learning the history of somewhere she’s never been before, but staying home with her cats, a book, or the occasional crochet project is pretty good too.
Story Title: C8H10N4O2
Excerpt:
Adriana sat down at her desk, intending to look through the data her bioinformatics student, Ximena, had sent. Her fingers brushed over an object resting on her console. She looked down to find a shell balanced there.
It was of medium size, partially rolled on one side, with a rough black exterior. She flipped it over to see the smooth, obsidian interior, flecked with slivers of an iridescent pink.
She unlocked a drawer in her desk and stared at the shells of varied shapes and sizes within, all sorted into categories based on their physical characteristics. Since a small, mottled-purple shell had been placed on her tray in the canteen when she was distracted by Seyel exclaiming over their very first bubble tea, not long after her arrival, she had accumulated over fifty, each one appearing after an equally confusing conversation with Seyel, who never said a word to acknowledge them.
Here's the plan: every Friday, let's recommend some people and/or communities to follow on Dreamwidth. That's it. No complicated rules, no "pass this on to 7.328 friends or your cat will die".