Stupid me

Sep. 19th, 2017 05:29 pm
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I realized something. I have been using photo.google.com to host pictures I have shared here. That was logical to me, one just have to click one icon to upload a photos one have taken with a phone. But the thing is that I suspect no one but me can see the photos. That proves I don't understand the technology.

To try another metod. Lets share an ad for a tree hotel. For no other reason that it's a tree hotel.

Edit: Now I have updated the two pics on my entry from yesterday.


Southern Buttermilk Pie

Sep. 18th, 2017 11:35 pm
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Southern Buttermilk Pie

1/2  cup buttermilk
1 3/4 cup sugar
2 large eggs
3 tbsp. flour
pinch salt
1 stick butter, melted
1 tsp vanilla
1 tsp nutmeg

Preheat oven to 400 degrees.  Mix everything together until smooth and pour into unbaked 9" pie crust.  Sprinkle top lightly with nutmeg.

Bake 15 minutes.

Reduce heat to 350 degrees and bake 45 minutes.

Cool to allow filling to set.

I thought it was very good.  It reminded me of pumpkin pie.  Probably because of the nutmeg.  Everyone who had a piece thought it was quite good.

I will probably bake a couple of these for Thanksgiving.  


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The Three Lands


"Have you ever heard of a place where the custom is for friends not to touch each other?"

Adrian knows that friendship is a fundamental custom of all mankind. Or so he thinks, until his closest friend discovers a mysterious journal.

A commentfic for [personal profile] schneefink. This story can be read on its own, but it does have spoilers for the chapters of "Law Links" that I have already posted.

  • Online fiction: Famine or Feast at AO3.

  • Series: The Three Lands.

  • Series resources: The Great Peninsula: series resources for The Three Lands.



  • Law Links


    "Sometimes I feel that he is as mysterious as the gods, and that he is hiding something of vital importance from me. Something that would transform my life."

    Few events are more thrilling in a young man's life than a blood feud between two villages. Or so Adrian thought.

    Torn between affection toward his traditional-minded father and worship of his peace-loving, heretical priest, Adrian finds himself caught between two incompatible visions of his duty to the gods. Then the Jackal God sends Adrian a message that will disrupt his world and send him fleeing to a new and perilous life.




    Men and Lads


    "'You have committed a vile and savage act, one that any other nation would punish with death. Our punishment, on the other hand, will only be to give you what you want. You have sought to live in a world without boundaries of civilization, and such a world shall henceforth be your dwelling place.'"

    A cold-hearted murderer. A vicious abuser. A young man hiding a shameful secret. A bewildered immigrant. A pure-minded spy.

    All of these men have found their appointed places at Mercy Life Prison, where it is easy to tell who your enemies are. But a new visitor to Mercy is about to challenge decades-old customs. Now these men's worst enemies may be hiding behind masks . . . and so may their closest allies.




    Sweet Blood


    "He tried to keep his voice calm, though his pulse was racing."

    Time is running out.

    Vito de Vere has ten days to prepare for his performance in the Eternal Dungeon's first play. He may have fewer days than that to fight for his career and to save his prisoner's life.

    As the Eternal Dungeon prepares for the greatest change it has ever undergone, Vito must prove his worth by breaking and transforming a criminal. Nobody else is likely to manage it. And nobody but himself cares so passionately whether his prisoner survives.

    As an actor, Vito portrays the qualities of courage, love, truth, and trust. Now he must find the strength to take those qualities into the breaking cell.




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    Sep. 18th, 2017 04:12 pm
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     “Nationalism is not to be confused with patriotism. Both words are normally used in so vague a way that any definition is liable to be challenged, but one must draw a distinction between them, since two different and even opposing ideas are involved. By ‘patriotism’ I mean devotion to a particular place and a particular way of life, which one believes to be the best in the world but has no wish to force on other people. Patriotism is of its nature defensive, both militarily and culturally. Nationalism, on the other hand, is inseparable from the desire for power. The abiding purpose of every nationalist is to secure more power and more prestige, not for himself but for the nation or other unit in which he has chosen to sink his own individuality.”

    George Orwell. 

    I have lived my whole life not knowing there's a different between nationalism and patriotism. Nor did I know that George Orwell hated nationalism and loved patriotism.

    About fish and supermarkets

    Sep. 18th, 2017 04:03 pm
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    I made some lingonberry herrings. And here is a photo of it. It’s a traditional recipe. Also everytime I mention lingonberry to dad he will tell the story about the hundred year old woman in a village close to there he grew up. That hundred year old woman said eating lingonberries every day was one reason she had gotten so old.

    I have another eating fish tale (not fish tail) from last week. I was at a Surströmming party. Surströmming is the old way of preserving baltic herrings by fermenting them, and get a dish sometimes found on “most disgusting food in the world” lists. The bacteria that ferments fish produce a lot of bad smelling sulfur compounds. Or, in other words, “It’s a bloody stink bomb”.



    Wikipedias pic of the fish.

    Then people say that the Icelandic fermented shark, smells even worse. Also there’s other people that ferment fish too. One time I got a link to a video about the Japanese version of fermented fish. Watch it if you want to see that not everyone likes it.
     


    On the other hand, they now say fermented food is healthy. Builds up good bacterias in the stomach and so. (Ok, the real health thing with Surströming is that it’s made from baltic herrings, and that sea is full of dioxins.)

    Food is always interesting. The way supermarkets have developed the last decades. It’s so much more products now. I remember going to a supermarket, ask for tofu and get the answer: “What’s that, I never heard of it?”. Now supermarket not only sell several types of tofu they even sells miso paste, not instant miso soup, that come at least ten years ago, the past itself. And if anyone think this sad that the culture of the world becomes standinaced, that supermarkets all over the world sell the same thing, for example miso paste. The same supermarkets selling miso, still sells Surströmming. Do your supermarkets sell that?

    Thinking about how supermarkets have changed also makes one wonder how they will be in like ten years. Climate smart protein sources like insects och jelly fish? Those tomatoes genetic engineered to have as much resveratrol as 50 bottles of red wine in them? If it sounds far stretched, ten years ago no one could have guessed that they in 2017 would sell vegan chocolate with quinoa or amaranth in it.



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    There is a type of mental disorder I know about that really should be addressed. It's a very common one, but there's an amount of people who would rather not recognize it, no matter how bad it is.

    The solution cure this disorder should be simple, but it's not. It not only requires time to understand how the human brain works. Curing oneself of it not only requires the understanding how and why various groups of individuals behave the way they do. It also requires self-examination, persistence, and courage to get more people to become aware of why they are insecure and uncertain about themselves. And more, because this disorder is so deep rooted within so many.

    It's insanely bad, because it's caused a lot of human suffering for several years, partially due of the lack of knowledge about it. It's caused a lot of people to be at conflict with each other, as well as within themselves without really being aware of it.

    What I'm explaining is not just any mental disorder, by the way. It's man-made, and institutionalized through very sinister ways. It's a psychological conditioning embedded so deep within the larger majority of the human race.

    Dang. Once I get writing I can never keep it very short. )

    Announcement

    Sep. 18th, 2017 01:35 am
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    I am, at least for now, the new administrator of the [community profile] cats  community. It had been defunct but we are trying to start it up again. So come over and join if you like blogging about cats. 

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    Sep. 16th, 2017 03:09 pm
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    Huh. Missed the Yuletide nominations.

    TRON fanfic: The Outpost (8/?)

    Sep. 15th, 2017 12:32 pm
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    Title: The Outpost
    Author: [personal profile] skye_writer
    Rating: T
    Characters/Pairings: Tron, Original Characters, Sam Flynn, Ed Dillinger, Jr.
    Summary: No one knew where the virus came from. By the time they noticed it, it was too late. The Grid's factions put their differences aside and built a haven in the Outlands--the Outpost. Time passes; the Grid's programs survive. Then the Portal opens again, bringing Users back to the Grid, and what happens next may change their world forever.
    Warnings: No warnings for this chapter.
    Author's Note: This marks the end of Part One of this fic. Given that I need time to edit and polish Part Two and that the fic itself is at this time incomplete, Part Two will begin posting either in December 2017 or January 2018. I know this is a terribly long time between updates, but better, I think, to wait only months rather than waiting years.

    Read more... )

    TRON fanfic: The Outpost (7/?)

    Sep. 15th, 2017 08:02 am
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    Title: The Outpost
    Author: [personal profile] skye_writer
    Rating: T
    Characters/Pairings: Tron, Original Characters
    Summary: No one knew where the virus came from. By the time they noticed it, it was too late. The Grid's factions put their differences aside and built a haven in the Outlands--the Outpost. Time passes; the Grid's programs survive. Then the Portal opens again, bringing Users back to the Grid, and what happens next may change their world forever.
    Warnings: Death of minor unnamed character.

    Read more... )

    Trick or Treat Author Letter

    Sep. 14th, 2017 08:05 am
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    Dear Trick or Treat Exchange Author,

    Thank you so much for writing for me. :)

    I’m open to lots of stuff and am so excited to get fic for one of my pairings. One thing I really want is a happy ending. I don’t like downer endings.

    I have a list of my likes and dislikes; then, I go into more specific stuff about the fandoms I requested. There’s lots of stuff there, but, most importantly, I want you to have fun. I’m sure I’ll enjoy anything you make that doesn’t have my squicks. :)

    Click on one of the links below, and it will take you to the part you want to read.

    Likes and Dislikes
    Uncharted
    Dishonored
    Life is Strange

    Likes and Dislikes )

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    Sep. 12th, 2017 10:18 pm
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    My video game backlog is unreal now.

    I just found out they are releasing Okami on the PS4 and that is a game I can finally play!

    I'm pretty excited.

    The Love You Give Is Enough

    Sep. 13th, 2017 01:35 am
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    Yesterday I ran a lot into something that’s physically painful for me to see: clappy hand emojis between words. It’s an internet trend to make what are considered important points this way, instead of the old-fashioned placing of a period between each word. (What. was. wrong. with. that?)

    You’re probably wondering why/how it makes me sick. The best explanation I can come up with is that my visual processor is over-developed and hyper-competent after a lifetime of having to make up for my auditory disabilities — my hearing is fine, my brain has problems processing and parsing sounds — and so when I read things, I experience them more vividly than people without that disability do.

    My lack of ability to properly parse things I hear means my visual processor makes up for it by making me hear things mentally really well when I read them. This is why shitty punctuation in a book drives me insane. I can’t just skim over it when reading; it’s integrally a part of what I’m experiencing. It tells me how to “hear” things in my mind, and if it’s wrong, it will fuck up my entire experience.

    (This is also why I loathe the practice of 2 spaces after a period. It makes my brain grind to a halt when I’m reading something, because one space is a normal pause between sentences for me. Two spaces is the emergency brake.)

    My experience seeing the clappy hand emojis between words is to feel as if I’m being slapped or punched in the face after every word. Reading a sentence written that way gives me a headache and makes me nauseated.

    And to be honest, even if it didn’t cause me physical pain, I would find it the most annoying fucking thing on the planet. So either way, I’d be stoked if people could fucking stop doing it.

    Anyway. Yesterday I saw like, 3 or 4 tweets using this method so I spent most of the day feeling headachey and sick to my stomach. One of them, however, is what inspired this post.

    This was from an account I used to enjoy following, and from someone I thought was pretty cool. Not only did they use the clappy hands emoji thing that makes me sick, but they used it to repeat a really damaging belief: “you can’t love somebody until you love yourself.” (I’m pretty sure that’s what the tweet said exactly; I just went and double-checked as fast as I could before getting too sick. Am super nauseated right now anyway.)

    This is a bullshit idea and I am so sick of hearing it repeated.

    I have strong feelings about this.
    Working on self-love is, of course, important, and something I encourage EVERYONE to do. But the phrasing of this idea, the way it’s always put forth, makes it a zero-sum game: you cannot love someone until you love yourself. Unsaid in that sentence: your whole self. You cannot love someone until you love yourself 100%.

    This idea leads to a horrible self-repeating spiral of self-hate. That sentence also says that if you DO love someone when you don’t love yourself, it’s not enough. It’s not GOOD enough. Your love for your spouse or sister or daughter or son or best friend — it’s not enough, because you don’t love yourself first.

    And because your love isn’t enough — because you don’t love yourself — you are obviously not worthy of that person. And if you’re not worthy of that person, then you are, of course, not worthy of THEIR love and thus unlovable.

    How the fuck are you supposed to work on self-love if you keep getting told that the love you give isn’t good enough?

    I’m a broken person. I’m damaged goods. I always will be; doesn’t mean I want to be treated like I am. You can glue something back together, but those cracks will always be visible.

    Most days I absolutely hate myself. But you know who I love? Mr. Katje, my husband. I love him so much I can sometimes forget what an awful person I am. I love him so much I can forget that I hate myself.

    And Mr. Katje loves me, and because he loves me, he helps me work on these things. He reminds me to eat, because I can’t love myself enough to do that. He reminds me to take my pills, because sometimes I cannot take that care of myself. His reminders build up, and become my reminders: I eat because Mr. Katje loves me, so I am worth loving, so I need to love myself. I take my pills because Mr. Katje loves me, so I am not an unlovable monster, so I need to take care of myself.

    Through his love of me, I am slowly, very slowly discovering self-love. It is self-love based in the love of another person.

    I suppose people who believe that self-love must be entirely self-generated, a virgin birth in your heart, would see that as unhealthy.

    I believe humans are pack animals and we cannot exist alone. I believe relying on oneself to the exclusion of all else is unhealthy. I believe we need each other in the same way we need food, water, shelter.

    So I do not see my building up my self-love based on the love others give me as unhealthy. I see it as human.

    I know Mr. Katje struggles with self-love, too. I know he has doubts; I know he has that voice inside that tells him he’s not good enough, not smart enough, not strong enough for me. I know he feels he’s not a good enough husband for me, because he can’t support me like he wants to, because he’s been damaged by a lifetime of society shoving it down his throat that if he’s not earning big bucks, he’s not good enough.

    (Kyriarchy damages men too.)

    He is enough. He will always be enough, regardless our money situation, regardless what lies society screams at him. And if the love he gives is enough for me, then the love I give has to be enough for him.

    It’s not fair to ask damaged people to put everything on hold while they try to figure out how to love themselves, and then to tell them that if they can’t figure that out, they don’t deserve to love anyone else.

    It’s not fair to ask that of anyone.

    Spend time cultivating self-love, as much as you can. But if you cannot get that to 100% — that’s okay. If all you can manage is 5% on a good day — that’s okay. The love you give is still worthy. The love you give is enough. The love you give is not subtracted from by the hate you feel for yourself. This is not algebra.

    We may be brokenhearted, but we are enough, and whatever love we can pump out of those damaged organs is enough. It has to be, or humanity doesn’t stand a chance.

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