I have spent at least three decades low-key convinced that bobby pins (aka hair grips) are a scam. It turns out that all this time I've just been attempting to use them upside down.
I've signed up for remixrevival, which is open for sign-ups through the 30th. Both art and fic are eligible.
Back when I first encountered remixing, I wanted SO BADLY to participate in one someday, but at the time I was only writing one-offs and could barely conceive of a future when I'd have enough work in a single fandom to qualify. Nowadays my catalog qualifies (and has for several years, although not in as many fandoms as my AO3 dash might first suggest), but the last time I signed up for a remix exchange I got snagged in some headgames about remixing itself, ugh. I'm hoping everything goes much more smoothly this time.
(And I also hope that lots more people sign up, so there's more cool stuff on offer to remix!)
Otherwise, it's been steadily hotter and hotter all week, reaching about 96F/35.5C yesterday, and only slightly better today. I skipped exercise class last night because it was still about 100F/37C with the humidity, and even in the shade, exercising outside just didn't seem like the smartest move. On the other hand, our neighbors have been very generous with their pool, and I took the kids over twice this week for some cooling relief. The two youngest kittens (sibs) were spayed/neutered yesterday. I get that the cats are her children, but the amount of worrying Karen does when something like this comes up (from isolating them so they don't eat before surgery, to worrying if the vet techs are giving them enough love, to thinking something might be wrong with the girl kitty because she wasn't hungry right after surgery) is enough to drive me batshit. Oh, and she called me in the middle of the day today to ask how they were doing. Thankfully, they're both pretty much normal at this point.
This morning, Will and I took Two to see the new Spiderman: Homecoming movie. Overall view: I liked it, but didn't love it. But I think that has more to do with where this Spiderman is in his life than as a comment on the movie as a whole - it was definitely done well, ( but... )
In books, I finished reading Not Your Sidekick by C.B. Lee, which hamsterwoman gave me for my birthday. I'm now re-reading it to Two, because of ( some of the LGBT themes in the story ) The first part of the book takes awhile to get going, with a lot of worldbuilding and character establishing going on, but I'm only really noticing that when I'm re-reading it aloud to Two. When I was reading it for myself, it didn't really bother me. Of course, some of the "plot twists" in the story you could see coming from a mile away, but that was ok, too. Anyway, I enjoyed the book and will be on the lookout for the sequel, which will seem to be Bells' story. Thank you again, hamsterwoman!
And speaking of reading aloud to Two, we finished reading the second Apollo book by Riordan, The Dark Prophecy. Not too much to say there except that it was typical Riordan in that it blended mythology, adventure and smart-ass humor. Apollo is finally starting to be less of an ass, a trend that I hope we continue to see in the next book, whenever that comes out. Apollo starting all the chapters with a haiku is pretty amusing, too. Anyway, we liked it.
Currently reading Raven Boys #2: The Dream Thieves. Still at the beginning, but I'm enjoying it.
Other than that, it's the usual: prodding kids to do homework, being followed around by Two every moment, chores, errands, exercise, worrying a lot about an flister friend, and trying to sneak in some time for myself now and then. An exciting life.
Length: 755 words
Author's summary: Hwaet! I sing of those immortal heroes: The Tall Detective and The Shorter Man.
Now tall Sherlock, called the genius, sees the parsley in the butter,
cries Oh! and soon declares the answer. He knows the killer, has deduced it;
and John Watson, called the doctor, whose gun is sure, whose hands are steady,
cries to him in admiration, hails him Brilliant and Fantastic.
Reccer's remarks: Merripestin has been recced here before, and with good reason, what with the splendid writing and the general versatility. "Now advance they" absolutely slays me, and it may slay you too if you meet either of the following conditions: (1) you have ever studied Old English and/or Old Norse poetry; (2) you have backbuttoned out of one too many fanfics in which Sherlock is referred to as "the taller man"/"the dark-haired detective"/"the tall slender baby deer" and John is "the shorter man"/"the sandy-haired man"/"the clumsy typist." During a sex scene.
Condition 1, if you do not already meet it, may sound like a chore, but take a quick look at this lovely riddle-poem. Yes, this rec reflects an attempt to lure you into not only merripestin's delightful fic/poem/thing but also to one of my favorite literary genres.
Read on the AO3.