"Time Off" by badly_knitted Fandom: Stargate SG-1 Summary: SG-1 have been given two days off, and Daniel doesn’t know what to do with himself. A/N: Double drabble.
I have had exactly that kind of conversation. Also ones like:
Friend: "I just want to KILL something!"
Me: "I have a functionally endless supply of weeds. You are welcome to come massacre them."
This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It fills the "support" square in my 6-2-25 card for the Pride Fest Bingo. It is posted as a gift to Anthony Barrette for Father's Day. This is the last of that batch. Check the Poem tag to see the others; it's a batch of 6 total, all with that red gift icon. \o/
"Fatherhood Is Support"
Fatherhood is more than just DNA, more than just being married to a mother.
Fatherhood is about support.
It's a treetrunk leg for a baby to cling to, strong arms tossing a toddler into the air.
It's a hand on the back of the bicycle right after the training wheels come off -- and knowing when to let go.
It's clapping at recitals, at school plays, at all of the sporting events or other performances.
It's a calm voice from the passenger seat while learning to drive.
It's paying for college and going to graduation.
It's the everyday words that become an inner voice, heard and remembered, absorbed and echoed:
This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It fills the "found family" square in my 6-2-25 card for the Pride Fest Bingo. It is posted as a gift to Anthony Barrette for Father's Day.
This poem was written as part of fishbowl week in July 2024, based on a conversation with a_natural_beauty. It is posted as a gift to Anthony Barrette for Father's Day.
Regina Keim took many screen shots of Paul Gross (and the star and play's author, George Clooney, lol) in the CNN broadcast of Good Night, and Good Luck in Broadway, and she shared them on the Due South! Facebook group, if you want to go have a look. Enjoy!
Theme Prompt: #262 - Soulmates Title: A Change In A New World Fandom: Original (based on 'Trucks' by Stephen King) Rating/Warnings: PG | Mechanophilia Bonus: Yes Word Count: 699 Summary: Can man and machine be friends ?
Given the story and the header, I'm not sure what orientation to call this. Maybe queerplatonic or quasiromantic. In any case, it's not the usual sex/romance between two humans, and it is a very sweet relationship across species.
I fed the birds. I've seen a few sparrows and house finches.
I put out water for the birds.
EDIT 6/15/25 -- I finished building the chimney for the core of the new bonfire.
I heard a squirrel chattering in the trees but didn't see it.
EDIT 6/15/25 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
EDIT 6/15/25 -- Out of 6 yellow wild indigo pots, 4 sprouted, 3 of them with 2 seedlings. I planted these in the house yard under the contorta willow, apricot tree, golden rain tree, and barrel garden.
EDIT 6/15/25 -- Out of 6 blue wild indigo pots, 4 sprouted, some may have had 2 seedlings but it's hard to tell. I planted these in the house yard under the maple tree, purple-and-white garden, and two ends of the log garden. I've gotten plenty of seedlings from this species, but so far nothing has bloomed so I don't know if any actually survived in the ground.
The snowball bush is opening its pannicles. :D There are three heads.
EDIT 6/15/25 -- I did more work around the patio.
I watered the newly planted things.
Clover is already sprouting on the bare patch beside the garden shed. Some of the chocolate cherry tomatoes have green fruit.
I've seen a skunk on the patio.
EDIT 6/15/25 -- I gathered a trolley of sticks and dumped it in the firepit.
I've seen a catbird and a mourning dove.
EDIT 6/15/25 -- I gathered a trolley of sticks and dumped it in the firepit.
Fireflies are coming out. :D
EDIT 6/15/25 -- I gathered a trolley of sticks and dumped it in the firepit.
A couple more belated rainbowfic crossposts, which bring me very nearly up to date:
Name:Something Fishy Story:Starfall Colors: Vert #19 (Rescue from a dragon) Supplies and Styles: Thread Word Count: 1871 Rating: G Warnings: None. Notes: Portcallan, 1313; Viyony Eseray, Nin Valerno, Leion Valerno. Follows on immediately from On the Trail and Trap for the Unwary. Summary: Leion has been found.
Name:Leftovers Story:Starfall Colors: Warm Heart #6 (Comfort) Supplies and Styles: Novelty Bead (From 11 Years of Rainbowfic Space Month "sauce") + Thread Word Count: 2604 Rating: PG Warnings: None. Notes: Portcallan, 1313; Viyony Eseray/Leion Valerno, Imenna Pollens. Follows on directly from Something Fishy Summary: Leion attempts to thank Viyony.
Dear Miss Manners: After several decades of typing on keyboards, I have lost my ability to write nicely by hand. My solution is to send electronic notes — for expressing appreciation, recognizing significant events, etc.
There are several lovely e-card forms available. Using them results in more timely responses, as well as significant savings over printed cards and postage.
I feel it would be nice if Miss Manners would acknowledge that electronic thank-yous are as valid as handwritten in today’s communication environment. Any thank-you is better than no thank-you at all.
Sorry, but you will have to snatch the fountain pen out of Miss Manners’ cold, lifeless hand before she agrees that electronic messages are as meaningful as handwritten ones.
She will concede, however, that any response is better than no response (has it really come to this?) as long as the sentiment itself is not computer-generated. “Thank you for the (insert present) that you gave me. It was very special and/or significant” is not fooling anyone.
As for your argument about saving money? Miss Manners highly doubts that the dozen or so letters you write annually is anywhere near the equivalent cost of the computer that you no doubt replace every few years.
Happy book birthday to Rachel Ash Rosen's Blight, second in the Sleep of Reason trilogy.
I am excited to see this book in the world! The author is Known to Me as a fine stylist and a word-puncher on behalf of this often desperate global conspiracy we call trying to keep our human hearts alive.
(I consulted on the future aquatic subduction of my home city for this series and have no regrets.)
What is this book about? I will quote:
anti-fascism, revolution, queer longing, and like, giant fucking bone tentacles.
Would you like to read about a different end to the world? One in which, the characters, like you, have survived and find ways to make meaning and keep fighting after unimaginable loss?
Maybe you will like it, in that case.
(I was tempted to remove the "maybe" there, but my training tells me not to alter the sense of a quotation. Anyway. You will like it.)
Eating: This weekend is scruloose's and my anniversary (year 22 is a go!), so last night we ordered Chinese roast duck and crispy pork belly and had half of it, with the rest set for supper tonight. Sous vide reheating works so well. This future is a complete nightmare in so many ways, but we sure do have cool kitchen technology. (Kitchen technology that spies on you, talks to the internet, and/or demands proof of your humanity is excluded from this praise.) Reading: Two novels last week: Chuck Tingle's Camp Damascus and Alix E. Harrow's Starling House. I parasocially adore Chuck Tingle as a person, but this was my first time reading any of his work, and it's very possible it'll be my only time, as I just plain didn't click with this one. I had a better time with Starling House (and it too was my first book by its author), but also didn't really bond.
I'm currently about halfway through Adrian Tchaikovsky's Service Model, and can definitely see why it gets compared to Murderbot from some angles, although the vibe is wildly different and I can't say I would've made the comparison myself. (Ginny noted approvingly that anything people dare compare to her beloved Murderbot has a high bar to reach, and she feels it's fair in this case.) But then, whatever the things are that make a book really click/resonate for me, they don't seem to have any connection to the things that make people draw comparisons. Too nebulous, I guess. Anyway, this is an interesting read so far. Watching:Murderbot, of course. I liked last week's episode a lot. Besides that, scruloose and I saw ep. 2x02 of Kingdom [disambiguation: the historical Korean zombie show] and, for a change of pace, got back to watching the original Leverage.
Some of you may dimly recall that in the days before covid, there were a few years there where we and Ginny and Kas would go to wildpear -and-family's place and watch TV on Sunday nights. We got through a couple of shows that way, and started in on Leverage, which I'd seen up to about halfway (?) through season 4 and then somehow wandered off from despite loving it, and otherwise only saw a couple of later episodes, including the series finale; Ginny had seen and adored the entire thing, and I think Kas was in the same camp as scruloose and wildpear and her then-partner and hadn't seen it.
We made it to...well, roughly halfway through season 4. wildpear's kidling, Pumpkin, was old enough by then to want in on what we were watching, so they sat in for TV night, just in time for "The Grave Danger Job", which freaked them out really, really badly (fair! That episode is brutal!). My mental timeline here is very fuzzy on how long that was before covid arrived, but it wasn't too big a gap, and all in all, that was the end of our group watch. And I still basically hadn't seen past somewhere in season 4 (plus the finale). I watched the first few episodes of season 1 of Leverage: Redemption when that came out, and with that, too, I wandered off and kept meaning to get back to it.
But last week, scruloose and I took the DVDs off the shelf and got back to it. We have now seen "The Boiler Room Job" (which I'm confident I'd seen before, but I wonder if I'll know for sure when I hit new-to-me episodes?). Hopefully this time I'll actually see it all through properly. In theory, at some point we'll get to have cognitive dissonance over Noah Wyle, which will be funny since Leverage: Redemption was where we first saw him but now my association with him is 95% The Pitt.
We all know dads' tastes are just as diverse as, well, non-dads, so when it came time to choose today's Sweets I decided to hone in on one specific dad: mine.
So, here 'tis: Father's Day Sweets for my dad, Jim Yates. But the rest of you can feel free to look, too. :)
Hey, Dad, remember that time the neighbor's little boy snuck in to our house, grabbed your guitar, and dragged it down the sidewalk? Ah, good times.
Also, I don't think your guitar looked quite this cool:
Submitted by Kathy H. and made by her sister, Carol V.
And remember how you'd take me for rides on your motorcycle? The turns always scared me, but I loved having my very own kid-sized helmet, and the thrill of climbing into the seat behind you, hanging on for dear life, and thinking maybe my parents weren't quite so embarrassing, after all.
Although, come to think of it, your motorcycle wasn't this cool, either:
It's possible you've blocked this from memory, but you really did teach me to drive. In our ancient green Toyota pickup, no less, with a floor stick shift.
It took me years to figure out what you did for a living. All I knew was you worked at a big, intimidating office/factory and you wore a suit every day. (Btw, you're, uh, some kind of project manager/engineer type, right?) I still remember the first time you asked me if your tie went with your shirt; it made me feel so important, that you'd ask for my opinion. Actually, I still feel that way, any time you ask.
And for the record: that tie + that shirt = perfect.
Remember when I came home crying because all the kids were making flashy, expensive models for a school project, and I didn't have anything flashy OR expensive? You sat me down and asked me what I'd like to do. Then we went to Skycraft Surplus (remember that?). In the end, I couldn't have been more proud: my project board's little Styrofoam car had real working headlights!
To this day, I clearly remember "The Sociological Impact of the Lightbulb" - because my Dad helped me build it.
Remember Starbuck and Midnight, our pet miniature goats? We must have been the only family in an Orlando subdivision with two goats bleating in the backyard. I still can't believe you bought them for us. Heh.
We'd pile into our old green pickup, and you'd sing "Greasy Grimey Gopher Guts" and "On Top of Old Smokey" along the way. Thanks to you I still love the smell of sawdust and grease that hits me every time I walk into our local Home Depot - and today I rock my own tool belt.
One night I peeked into the living room to see what you and Mom were laughing about, and there on the TV was a curly-headed man in a long scarf bouncing into a blue police box.
Soon we were all watching together, just like we watched Star Trek and Night Court and Monty Python together. The next year you brought us to my very first convention - a Doctor Who convention.
(I like to think my geeky lineage came full circle when John and I brought you and Mom to Dragon*Con - thus starting a yearly tradition, perhaps?)
When we were little, you seemed to take sadistic glee in waking Ben and me with loud jazz music, water, or banging suddenly on our bedroom doors - but I'll never forget the time you woke us with "Who wants to go to Disney World?!"
You never set limits on my future, Dad. When I wrote lousy poetry, you submitted your favorite to a national magazine - and you were more disappointed than I was when it wasn't printed. When I thought I wanted to be a professional clown, you got brochures for Ringling College. When I first introduced you to John, you asked if we'd set a date yet.
You taught me to pursue my dreams, marry only for love, and to always finish my Brussels sprouts.
Happy Father's Day to the rest of you dads out there, too! May all your children grow up to make you proud - when they're not publicly embarrassing you on the Internet, of course.
This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It fills the "cape(d)" square in my 5-1-24 card for the Superhero Bingo fest. It is posted as a gift to Anthony Barrette for Father's Day.
This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It fills the "lavender" square in my 2-1-24 card for the Valentines Bingo fest. It is posted as a gift to Anthony Barrette for Father's Day.
This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It fills the Earth Day square in my 3-1-23 card for the March Is... fest. It is posted as a gift to Anthony Barrette for Father's Day.
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