I bring you another song from Hazbin Hotel. All you need to know is that the first singer is Lucifer, and the second is the megalomaniacal sinner who's trying to take over Hell. The song includes the phrase "we'll make hell great again." It's awesome.
We're almost to Friday, y'all! I'm still coughing, but I'm hoping it clears up in the next day, because we have a TON of games scheduled. Or that I can butch through what we've got. It looks like someone can't do our Sunday game, so that's one less that I have to DM. I was looking forward to it, but it's okay, we can reschedule, and that gives me a little downtime on Sunday.
Yesterday was a good day. A lot of calls, but also a lot of shcedule wiggling. I got a lot of patients in for urgent appointments which alsways makes me happy. I like taking someone who's scared and worried, and getting them in quickly. Hopefully they'll have good outcomes. Today, I've got a Cardiac CT slot to fill for tomorrow, and then whatever else the day brings.
And my second answer is still a hiss. I hated school. I was a little anxious kid with learning disabilities in the 1970s and 1980s. In elementary school, I would have panic attacks. In Kindergarten, they gave me a plastic stretch bracelet with flowers. I was supposed to use it (?) to ward off my inconvenient crying jags. Did it work? Fuck no. Then, I got to first grade and reversing letters (b and d? c'mon now), they put me part time into special education. Where to help with this, they taught me cursive. (yes, really) Then, they'd send me back to my regular class where I...wasn't allowed to use cursive. Second through 4th was okay, but then in 5th, I had a massive allergic reaction to an antibiotic. Full anaphylaxis. The teacher was not sympathetic. It was a real pain in the ass.
In Middle School, the anxiety came roaring back, and brought it's friend, depression. I had one good year, and then it went to shit. I failed Science and Social studies. So, to allow me to pass, they had me take summer school in...math? They didn't have science or social studdies, so they decided to put me into math class, which I'd passed just fine. It was not a good crowd. I nearly got my ass beaten repeatedly by my fellow students. It was great. I faked an asthma attack to leave early on the last day, becaause I was getting my ass kicked that afternoon, I had been assured.
High School sucked even more, as I went in on day one and thought "I can't do this for four years." I failed to turn in work, missed a ton of time where I just refused to go in, and then would come in and ace the final exam. The one teacher was nearly in tears that he had to fail me, when I'd gotten the highest grade on the final. He actually cared. The rest were just too burned out. I dropped out in (what would have been) my junior year and got my GED.
My favorite subject was probably history. We had to take a year of civics class, and I loved that.
The depression would continue to be a problem until I hit about 27, when I had a doctor who finally gave me zoloft. I mean, it's been a problem off and on since, but I've at least been medicated.
Today, I have a few packages coming. One is seafood, one is meats and one is my slippers. I am excited for all of them, but the seafood is high on the list. It's going to include Dungeness crab, which makes me very happy. Whether I cook that tonight or tomorrow is up in the air, but we'll see.
Okay, time for me to go forth and get myself together. Everyone have a terrific Thursday!
ODB: Small and Mighty
January 8, 2026
READ: John 6:5-15
Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many? John 6:9
On December 9, 1987, a squirrel chewed through a power line in Connecticut, and the Nasdaq’s vast financial machinery blinked, sighed, and went dark. Some of the world’s largest corporations stood limp and listless. Global economies watched, sweating bullets for nearly an hour and a half. All because of one tenacious, furry rodent.
Scripture tells many stories of something or someone small making a big impact. But God can turn meagerness into something mighty. John recounts how Jesus fed a hungry crowd (five thousand men, probably fifteen thousand with women and children included) when “a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish” handed over his small lunch (John 6:9). In the Old Testament we remember that a young shepherd boy named David trusted God and slayed a giant (1 Samuel 17). And Christ repeatedly insisted that the kingdom of God is something like a mustard seed, “the smallest of all seeds” (Matthew 13:32).
When we ponder the many complex global crises in addition to the bewildering concerns in our own neighborhoods and families, we’re tempted to believe that our seemingly small efforts lack power. But Scripture tells us to act in obedience and trust as God helps us—assured that with Him, small things can become mighty (John 6:10-12).
— Winn Collier
Where do you feel small or powerless? How do you sense God inviting you to surrender your smallness to Him?
Dear God, I often feel small, with nothing to offer. Please help me remember that with You, small things become mighty.
Source: Our Daily Bread
thoughtfulRemember that there is no official deadline, so feel free to join in at any time, or go back and do challenges you've missed.
On many of the fannish websites we use, our history is easily compileable into "pages". When we look back through those pages, sometimes we stumble upon things that we think are rather cool.
Challenge #4: Rec The Contents Of Your Last Page
Any website that you like, be it fanfiction, art, social media, or something a bit more eccentric!
Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so. Also, feel free to entice engagement by giving us a preview of what your post covers.
And please do check out the comments for all the awesome participants of the challenge and visit their journals/challenge responses to comment on their posts and cheer them on.
And just as a reminder: this is a low pressure, fun challenge. If you aren't comfortable doing a particular challenge, then don't. We aren't keeping track of who does what.
Alternate History and Althistory
Two Alternate History forums. The former has other aspects to it, including a fandom subforum, but writing and discussion of alternate history is the focus. I have been involved with the communities related to alternate history about as long as I have been writing fan fiction.
ODB: The Bone Wars
January 7, 2026
READ: Philippians 4:1-3
I plead with Euodia and I plead with Syntyche to be of the same mind in the Lord. Philippians 4:2
In the American West in the late 1800s, the search for dinosaur bones created the Bone Wars, in which two paleontologists battled one another in their pursuit of making the most historic find. One writer noted how the two “used underhanded methods to try to outdo the other in the field, resorting to bribery, theft, and the destruction of bones.” He noted how, in trying to ruin each other’s work, both destroyed their own reputations as well.
Conflict and competition are inevitable in our broken world. How we choose to engage those conflicts reveals what’s in our hearts. Paul learned of conflict between two women in the church at Philippi and wrote, “I plead with Euodia and I plead with Syntyche to be of the same mind in the Lord.” He asked a fellow believer to “help these women since they have contended at my side in the cause of the gospel” (Philippians 4:2-3).
When we find ourselves at odds with fellow believers in Jesus, we need the Spirit’s help. As we submit to His work in our hearts, He’ll help us demonstrate the fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22-23). We’ll experience healing and peace—if not for our own reputations, for the reputation of Christ and the gospel.
— Bill Crowder
What conflicts do you face today? How could the peace of the Spirit make a difference in resolving them?
Loving Father, it must break Your heart when I war with my brothers and sisters in Christ. Please give me Your wisdom and the aid of the Spirit to bring healing and unity. Follow these ten rules for positive communication when resolving conflicts in relationships.
thoughtfulPeople trying to use LLM/AI products earnestly, and getting scammy results:
“I renamed the file to mention Grand Cayman, and it told me how to book a flight to the Cayman Islands. Once I confirmed Copilot was just looking at the file name, I decided to try to trick it. I renamed the image “new-jersey-crystal-caves-limestone.jpg” and sure enough, the AI assistant was quick to tell me of the famous crystal cave of Ogdensburg, New Jersey. At no point did it correctly identify the location of the image.”
“I’m presently tackling a very pointed question: Did I ever get permission to wipe the D drive? This requires immediate attention, as it’s a critical issue.” (Reddit post…with a bunch of commenters saying things like “why didn’t you, the human, spot this obvious issue with the LLM’s code,” when this product is specifically marketed to as “if you don’t know code, don’t worry, our product will handle it all for you!”)
“The [fourth grade] class was told to design a book cover for Pippi Longstocking. Not using pencils and paper — no, this is the AI era! So this was an exercise to teach the kids how to prompt an image generator. […] What they got back was four pictures of a woman dressed in what looks like schoolgirl fetish or goth nightclub gear. One of them is wearing a leather bikini outfit. But, they all have long red braids. And stockings.”
“ChatGPT started coaching Sam on how to take drugs, recover from them and plan further binges. It gave him specific doses of illegal substances, and in one chat, it wrote, “Hell yes—let’s go full trippy mode,” before recommending Sam take twice as much cough syrup so he would have stronger hallucinations. The AI tool even recommended playlists to match his drug use.” (The 19-year-old died of an overdose after following ChatGPT’s instructions.)
People using LLM/AI products to deliberately run scams on you:
“report their comments to ao3 for spam—in this case, specifically, I think you may be able to report them for harassment too—and don’t pay attention to them, most importantly don’t delete your works, don’t feel discouraged by their comments. remember that they are bots and they mass comment something like this on people’s works at random to get people to delete their works.”
“DoorDash driver accepted the drive, immediately marked it as delivered, and submitted an AI-generated image of a DoorDash order at our front door.”
“I sell perfumes online. A customer ordered a set of 6 fragrances and requests a full refund claiming they arrived leaking/ broken. These are the 2 pics she sent me. I call BS”
Companies using LLM/AI products in (apparent) earnest, then forcing the unwanted scammy results on their users:
““Video Recaps marks a groundbreaking application of generative AI for streaming,” VP of technology at Prime Video, Gérard Medioni, explained in a statement. […] But as reported by GamesRadar, fans soon discovered it did a poor job on Fallout. For example, Amazon’s AI appeared to have been fooled by Season 1’s flashback scenes, which it said were set in 1950s America via a monotone text-to-speech-sounding voice. Of course, as all Fallout fans know, those flashback scenes take place in a retro futuristic 2077.”
“The language used in [Instagram’s LLM-generated post metadata] makes it sound as if I wrote it (“In this post, I share my personal journey…”). Because I have fiercely protected my authorship throughout my life and what my name is attached to, any generative AI writing that purports to be in my voice without my informed consent is a profound violation of my authorial voice, agency, and frankly it feels like fraud or impersonation.”
To end on a nicer note, here are some users scamming the AI/LLM products:
“ChatGPT will apologize for anything: […] ChatGPT also apologized for setting dinosaurs loose in Central Park. What’s interesting about this apology is not only did it write that it had definitely let the dinosaurs loose, it detailed concrete steps it was already taking to mitigate the situation.”
“Anthropic installed an AI-powered vending machine in the WSJ office. The LLM, named Claudius, was responsible for autonomously purchasing inventory from wholesalers, setting prices, tracking inventory, and generating a profit. The newsroom’s journalists could chat with Claudius in Slack and in a short time, they had converted the machine to communism and it started giving away anything and everything, including a PS5, wine, and a live fish.”
Here’s a Youtube video about that last one. Includes clips with an Anthropic sales agent, who insists “AI is coming and you have to be ready.” Even after this blatant demonstration that his product isn’t prepared for users.
Title: Risk
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: G
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Summary: "You think in every reality we're together?"
Notes: 1889 words. Set after Point of View to Small Victories
✔ Drink something while reading. (Coffee.)
✔ Log reading/thoughts on DW.
✔ Read an owned, unread book.
Current reading: "A Steeping of Blood", by Hasfah Faizal
Minutes read: 24
Pages read: 25
Progress: 18.1%
✔ Drink something while reading. (Snapple.)
✔ Log reading/thoughts on DW.
✔ Read an owned, unread book.
Current reading: "A Steeping of Blood", by Hasfah Faizal
Minutes read: 25
Pages read: 20
Progress: 12.4%
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So, is it good? Yes. Do I totally get it? Not totally, though yes, more than I would have if I'd read it when I was 16. Definitely the time stuff, the illness stuff, the characters who are thinly veiled stand-ins for pre-WWI European political debates, yes. But of course, it's a very different world now—there is no longer the temptation to embrace illness as freedom, the idea that you can just convalesce for years in what amounts to a different reality, the fairy-tale world of the sanatorium. Which is why the ending hits so brutally hard. Structurally, the first half of the book is Hans Castorp's first three weeks on the mountain, and then it goes blurry, and the next seven years pass in a dreamlike state, with the changing of the seasons and the coming and going (through death and otherwise) of the patients being the only sense that time exists at all. And then there's essentially a massacre of half the cast in various ways, culminating in the arrival of WWI, and Hans disappearing into a viscerally described battlefield; time and history do exist after all, and it collides with the dream.
Reading it in 2026, of course, I am struck by the debates between Settembrini, representing humanism, and Naphta, representing totalitarianism (Catholicism/communism/fascism, but look, Mann was very much working out his political ideas in this book), but something I didn't talk about last week is Mynheer Pieter Peeperkorn (yes this is a character name) who pops up late in the book as Clavdia Chauchat's sugar daddy. He's a larger-than-life figure who gets described as kingly and charismatic despite being far too old for her, distracting Hans from the aforementioned philosophical debate with revels, partying, and a hella Freudian love triangle. I'm particularly struck by his speech patterns. Look, the guy is basically Trump; he is charismatic because the other characters (except Settembrini, who winds up being the only character who comes off well by the end) read meaning into his rambling words that isn't there. This book feels so incredibly apropos for our present day despite being over a century old.
Anyway, I finished The Magic Mountain, ask me anything lol.
Currently reading: Invisible Line by Su J. Sokol. You know, something light and fun after reading all that. Ahahaha. This is hopepunk but I'm assuming that the hope part comes in more towards the end. It was first published in 2012 and the first 50 pages were such that I had to text the author and ask if xe had like, rewritten it for the current edition to update it or something? Xe had not. I suppose the direction was obvious in 2012 where the political climate was moving but it's nonetheless one of those unsettling dystopian books, set in a crumbling fascist US rife with surveillance and police brutality.
Laek, a history teacher, Janie, his activist lawyer partner, and their two kids, Siri and Simon, are doing their best to live a normal life in New York, but Laek was a bit more of a spicy activist when he was a teenager, and his fake ID is no longer cutting it. So they make the decision to flee by bike to Montreal, which has declared itself a sanctuary city in tension with the Canadian government. It's basically too relatable, with a bunch of moments where the characters wonder if it's too much, if they should stay and fight the small battles they can or GTFO while it's still a possibility. There's a scene early on of a teachers' union meeting where a new policy means that the teachers must report their children to immigration, and it's the most accurate depiction of this kind of scenario I've run across in fiction, and yeah. If your feelings about living under fascism, or next door to fascism, are escapism, this book is going to be too real; if however, like me, you need to just read more about living under fascism, you'll be into it.
I'm so sick of coughing. It passed annoying and has moved into loathing. It doesn't seem to want to let go and I need it to leave now. It's had it's fun, I've coughed until I've gagged, that's it. I'm done with it. Yet here I am coughing. It's like this virus doesn't respect my boundaries at all. I actually went to the urgent care, only to get a pat on the head and a pack of steroids, which I don't want to take. They make me angry, and I don't like that. I always feel snappish and bitchy. I figure I'll give it til day 11 or 12. If it's still hanging around, I'll consider it.
I knew Urgent Care was a useless idea. Honestly, all I wanted from that visit was a codeine cough syrup. I did not get it.
It's a shame gummies aren't anti-tussive. That I can just get.
We'll see if my voice holds out today. Yesterday, it was getting very wispy, but we'll see how it goes.
We tried a new Yemeni restaurant called House of Mandi yesterday and the food was amazing. Very flavorful. I got what was basically a biriyani, called Chicken Zorbian. It was so good. I could actually taste it, which has been a bit of a problem from all the congestion.
Last night, our tea order from Whistling Kettle came. It was too late to try things, but I'm looking forward to trying the butterscotch or cotton candy tea today. Both smell amazing. I'm leaning towards the butterscotch, but we'll see.
I also got our salt order, which is lovely. I ordered from Saltverks, which is a company based out of Iceland. I ordered their flaky sea salt and their Arctic Thyme see salt. They're hand harvested, and taste lovely. I'm looking forward to feeling better so I can use them when I cook.
I also got a jug of the white chocolate mocha sauce from Fontana. It's the sauce that Starbucks uses, but the company is not at all affilliated with them. Thus, I can have my sauce and uphold the boycott. It's very tasty in my coffee this morning.
Lastly, we got an amazon order that had some little travel clocks in it. I've heard that during the Alaska cruise, your phone doesn't always sync with ship time, so it's important to have a clock that is independent of that. We have two clocks, one for the living room and one for the bedroom.
I don't think I have a whole lot else that we need to get for the cruise. I think we've got all our stuff.
I've got other packages coming this week. Nothing exciting, just some little things, though I do have slippers coming. My feet are always cold while I'm working, since my desk is by the window, so I thought I'd grab a pair of supportive slippers. Fed Ex says it's coming today, but I think maybe not, since the last tracking is in New Jersey.
Okay, time for me to relax and sip my coffee and hope it melts some of the gross snot in my throat. Everyone have a stupendous Wednesday!
Reading the reference materials it links to, and this shit sounds obscenely racist. “This volume offers an indispensable analysis of the most vicious killers of all – orcs. Born and bred for war, they are an awful, brutish, violent species and, despite their constant infighting and backstabbing, their horde armies remain a dire threat to all races.”
Will I or won't I have a job by the end of this year?
59 F which is average. Not rainy.
Yes. I missed the last super-dupermoon which made me sad.
None arranged, but I will have to travel for my company soon.
I wish they'd finish posting Ghost S:5
I took piano lessons for 6 years. I'm really glad my mom set that up because that's what made me fall in love with JS Bach and Baroque music in general, and everything I learned helped me learn other instruments much more quickly than I might have.
K-12? Absolutely not. My favorite subject was music. After that my favorite classes were Electronics, Physics, and Maths.
Undergraduate was a hell of a lot of fun. Grad school not so much. My major was Electrical Engineering but I switched to Physics and liked it better. In grad school I proved to myself I could get a PhD in theory once I passed my PhD comprehensive exams, but I realized I was never going to be able to compete with the best people because jobs were few and even my classmates who were mostly much better than me at it, weren't getting them. So I got a software job and that was that. In hindsight, if it had occurred to me to switch to Archaeology, I could have gotten a damned good degree from UNM and would have been much happier. But I likely would be stuck in Albuquerque and poor.
Between 7 and 7:30 am
I usually analyze and research most things to death first, then get annoyed and just pick something. Sometimes I'll take months just to decide if I even want to do/buy the thing.
Playing Powerball costs $2. Sometimes it's worth $2-6 of fun.
I've not only seen it, I've seen it and many of its moons with a really nice amateur telescope, many times, especially when I was teaching astronomy labs in college. I have a scope like it again and am looking forward to some dark sky trips soon.
No, and I'm not sure I ever will because I know too much about the actors and the film and it just seems dopey.
I don't know. So I guess the answer is no.
No. I like music from the 7th (Armenian sacred music) to the 21st century, and from all over the world. But I especially like EDM, Early Music, and Baroque.
Yes. It's delicious.
It's Tuesday, but the best part of last week was having the week off.
It's medium natural brown wood with either a light purple or a blue and white stripped bedspread.
I've read all of them. I loved them so much I used to be able to recite entire passages and poems.
Yes. Hot pink and bright blue, and orange and day-glow yellow.
The flying itself isn't my problem, it's the dehumanizing security and boarding process, the tiny seats and lack of space. Ok, so, no. If I could afford the time and money, I'd take trains and boats for the rest of my life.
Yes, twice.
Yes, I've only ever knitted for myself and others; nobody's ever knitted for me.
I don't see why I should choose! They are both good.
How they don't hate immigrants, how if I lived there I wouldn't have to worry about medical bankruptcy. But also, flying foxes, poisonous animals, kangaroos, opals, Aborigines, water problems, and how UV there is still so bad due to the hole in the ozone layer, that white people have to be very very serious about their sunblock.
Does one actually "play" a kazoo, or just use it as a filter over their poor singing?
I really enjoyed Magnum P.I. and it holds up. I have no interest whatsoever in his later stuff and his reverse mortgage commercials are annoying.
Never read the book. Saw the one with David Tennant, not the one with David Niven, or any other adaptation.
I'm going to post something without coding the text color, just to see if a change I made with help from
Woo-hoo! It worked!