bloodyrosemccoy: (Beastly)
Ah, someone else reminiscing about the glory days of LiveJournal.

I do miss the community, and the golden age of Metaquotes. But I still post here. Good way to make sure nobody ever reads what I write, I guess.* I know everyone migrated, first to Dreamwidth (is that still a thing?) and then to Tumblr, but I'm really bad at changing venues. Hell, I still have a HOTMAIL account as my main email.** I'd say I'm already bitching about the Kids These Days, but to be fair I've been bitching about them since I was six years old. (And anyway, Tumblr's layout is bullshit. I never realized how well-set-up LJ's comment system was until I tried to figure out Tumblr's.)

Ah, well. Even if the site itself is never restored to its former glory, its legacy lasts. I've met a lot of good friends on here who I keep up with through other networks. And I even went to Chicago last year to attend the wedding of someone I met on here! So even if all we have are memories, my goodness, we have memories.

And I'll still keep posting here. It's hard to get me to change, You may have noticed.

*Just kidding! Those of you who are still around are great.

**I keep trying to get rid of it, but it's so much easier just to keep the damn thing.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Xenofairies)
What I Learned Since The Summer Solstice:

  • [ profile] childthursday really exists! AND SHE IS AWESOME


  • Piano dissassembly is an undertaking fraught with peril, what with the large number of wires under high tension.

  • African wild dogs have gorgeous coats.

  • The cilantro wars are a bit one-sided: 90% of people can't taste the particular aldehydes that mimic bleach (read: POISON)

  • Fifty Shades of Grey is even more awful than I thought, so that not even a good sporking can make me an antifan.

  • The first regular African-American character in a Saturday morning cartoon show was Valerie from Josie and the Pussycats.

  • While I love watching horror movies, playing horror games is apparently one degree too close for my fragile amygdala.

  • But, as it turns out, I love watching horror game playthroughs by other people.

  • It is upsetting when the deserts of Southern Utah have a layer of green over them.

  • There is a Museum of Surgical Science in Chicago!

  • Even if they have much higher mass, sub-brown dwarf stars are generally roughly the same radius as Jupiter, due to complicated interactions of various pressure factors.


  • Astronauts do drop stuff all over the place when they come back from a stint in space. (As somebody said, "NOBODY GIVE HIM A BABY.")

  • T-rex's puny arms were still attached to tons of muscle and could probably take you apart pretty easily.

  • Amercan police departments have somehow turned into terrifying supervillain organizations.

  • Terrifying, racist supervillain organizations.

  • It's important to get the correct generic brand of your Fukitol unless you want to enjoy days of simulating life on a pirate ship.

  • The Tinker Bell movies actually might have better messages than the books, what with the way Tinker Bell herself is a straight-up mechanical engineer in the movies, rather than a "pots-and-pans-talent fairy" of the books. Dude, she can be girly AND an engineer!

  • I apparently do very well teaching toward gifted kids, and less well teaching toward other kids. I tend to forget that not everyone can keep up. STORY OF MY LIFE.

  • There are varying categories of anemia depending on how the shortage of hemoglobin comes about--either impaired production, increased destruction, or straight blood loss.

  • The water level of the Chicago River is lower than that of Lake Michigan and has to be kept that way with harbor locks, because of some big engineering stunt to reverse the flow of the river back in the day. THE TRIUMPH OF MAN!

  • I still love point'n'click games.

  • There are tons of extremely interesting methods of alternative construction available if one wants to, say, build a cost-effective eco-friendly hobbit hole at some point.

  • The most intriguing of which seems to be earth-sheltered building at the moment.  HMMMM ...

Hey, Guys!

Jul. 26th, 2014 11:56 pm
bloodyrosemccoy: (Bat Signal)
I am having The Anxiety. Can any of you up-late types distract me?
bloodyrosemccoy: (Hey!  Listen!)
... because who hangs out at LJ all day anymore? Anyway, don't miss:

-The Scatterstone Post up as of a few days ago (WOW AMELIA YOU'RE STILL DOING THIS? Apparently, yes.)

-Mini Addy's Chicago Adventure!

bloodyrosemccoy: (Breach Hull All Die)
Darnit! I was GOING to do a photo tutorial on how I make Deeper'n'Ever Pie, but after I got the whole thing done I thought up a far more fun way to do it.

Fortunately, I'll be making it again next weekend, so I can do the photos then. Keep an eye out!
bloodyrosemccoy: (Beastly)
Got me a twitter. I'm @AmeliaRoseWrite.

Mostly at this point it seems to be an excellent platform for shouting random one-liners into the void, or nominally directing them at certain demi-celebrities.* But it's probably a better option than standing on my back porch yelling every thought that comes into my head at the valley below me. And it's equally effective!

So, anyway, if anyone's interested in my bite-size thoughts, there they are.

*Who I care about much more than straight up celebrities. I could not care less what the strange shiny aliens in the waiting room magazines are doing, but it is a fact that [ profile] ursulav has been responsible for my migrations to more social media than is probably healthy.

**Mom apparently doesn't like it when I use the naughty word I originally used in the subject line. I'd scoff and use it anyway, but, y'know, it's my MOM.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Why)
I really wish [ profile] metaquotes hadn't descended into wanky lunacy a while ago. There needs to be an outlet for the hilarious things I find on LJ, and Metaquotes has been taken over and then gutted by whiners. Anybody know another community that's just funny?
bloodyrosemccoy: (Breach Hull All Die)
EDIT: Got it! That went faster than I expected.

I was going to post more Scatterstone today, but as I work on it, I'm getting more certain that the segments I was going to use in Part 4 need to be in Part 3. Dividing things into installments is an interesting new experience, I must say.

Anyway, I'll get right on it!


Jan. 26th, 2013 03:07 am
bloodyrosemccoy: (Bat Signal)
I seem to actually be stapling this hobbit story together into a cohesive whole! And now my brain is wanting to show it to y'all. If I post it on here, would you dudes want to read it?


Apr. 7th, 2012 06:48 pm
bloodyrosemccoy: (Bat Signal)
So I posted that last entry with the intent of adding a synopsis later that would actually catch people's interest,* but then life and other such inconveniences got in the way. And for some reason a bunch of you want to read it even without the synopsis. Y'all are weird.

Anyway, at this point mostly I'm looking for people to read it and say "Yes, sir, that's a book, all right!" and maybe point out whether any parts are wildly incoherent or fantastically stupid or whatever. And to provide myself with the illusion of control I figured I'd start with a smallish number of readers, selected through the precise and complex process of rolling some dice. So after I give it one last proof,** a few of you ought to start getting notes from me.

And yes, as I figure things out I'll probably want more readers. So keep an eye out.

For now, though, don't worry. You haven't really missed any car chases. Those'll be in Book 2.

*Magic mountain lions! Sarcastic old sprites who live in lighthouses! Dragons that taste of chicken! Librarians! World-saving ghosts! Shoes that can turn your world into Super Mario Galaxy! Car chases!

**I write by hand and then type everything up on a capricious keyboard. I go through and try to proof things, but after a while I stop being able to see the typos, and have to put the thing aside for a few days before I can spot them again. I am sure I've missed a few …
bloodyrosemccoy: (Hey!  Listen!)
Did one of you internet people send me a book? I just got something called There and Back Again in the mail and have no recollection of purchasing it. And I don't have a Polaroid of it with a note to myself or a tattoo on my arm reminding me that I bought it.

Looks like it's my kinda thing, but ... either a friend sent it to me, or aliens did and once I read it they will test my knowledge and know that I have the right kind of brain to Save Mankind And The Universe. So far it's a mystery.

ETA: Mystery solved! Thanks, [ profile] acrossthelake!

And sorry, y'all, but this is not a hobbit book; it seems to be a cool space opera. Which, y'know, I am all for as well.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Beastly)
Just changed my comment pages to look like the rest of my journal. Grudgingly. I like the stark default LJ comment pages, but it's gotten too obnoxious to try to pick icons with that new interface that does not match the Icon Map I have in my head. MY LIFE IS SO INCONVENIENT. Let's see if this change helps.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Old Spice Onna Horse)
Okay, no more silly posts, now that I can type on a real keyboard. I like my Nook, but I have a certain distaste for touch screens. I like to have a bit of resistance. I can see my oldness from here: in the future when we all have BrainPal implants, I’ll still get a keyboard instead of just typing WITH MY MIND like a normal person.


Anyway. It’s also surprisingly nice not to wind up getting up-to-the-minute news. Hope all y’all East Coasters are picking up the pieces of your shattered lives, or at least the pencil cups that fell off your desks. Other than that, I hope I don’t need to catch up on anything. It’s nice not to have the weight of the world on my shoulders.


Good grief, American Girl, who is picking your illustrators? Cécile and Marie-Grace are adorable and will definitely fill the fancy richness void left by Samantha, but what is with the illustrations that look like cut-and-paste? It’s not even like it’s the same illustrators who did the bad cutout drawings for Rebecca or Chrissa* either. Find someone who can do texture right, dangit.

On the other hand, those outfits just make me want to play Doll Dressup Time. Especially Cécile’s Meet Outfit. IT’S SHIIIINY.


I managed to get away to Grand Teton National Park for a few days. I know it’s got a stupid name, but don’t knock a place that looks like this:


We go here a lot to get away, but this time it was a weird dynamic: me, Mom, Dad, and Dad’s younger sister and her husband. It was … weird. I’ve been coming here since I was three years old, and I’m pretty sure when I get into that context everyone assumes I’m three again. The good news is that, since I’m technically not three anymore, I could wander off if I started feeling that way. At night I could look at the stars, and in the day I could hike around and look around, see if I could spot wildlife.


And yes, I used an opera glass to observe stars and moose, because I am a classy motherfucker.

Oh, and there was a show about raptors on the deck one day. My favorite was a completely adorable great horned owl.


The owl’s handler was standing there to give the owl some shade. She’d try to move when someone wanted a picture, but every time she did the owl would get completely confounded and watch her wildly, like “WHERE YOU GOIN? WHAT HAPPEN?”, so the sunlight pictures are all of her blurry head.

I did pretty much nothing else while I was there. Wrote and read, in the view of some awesome majesty. Except for one day when I was all comfy in the cabin and reading, and I had the door open because it was a nice day, and a little marmoty thing** just strolled in and started inspecting my luggage. I tried to get a picture, but before I could he completed his inspection and strolled back out. Probably for the best, as otherwise I’d’ve had to punt him out the door, and I am pretty sure that is against park rules.


Got back home and immediately got lost in the Tomato Jungle that is my garden. The pumpkins may be having issues, and somebody may have eaten my strawberries (I’m looking at you, birds), but WE WILL NOT LACK FOR TOMATOES.


My sister started school this week. Ye gods, she’s a senior. No word on whether she has any excellent classes, but one can always hope.

*MOM: This one doesn't look so bad!
ME: Yes, it does.
MOM: Okay, yes, it does. I was just trying to put a positive spin on things.

**I am not sure what kind; the closest I could come was what the guidebook told me was a “Uinta ground ssquirrel,” but I have no idea if that is accurate. Also, I had no idea you spelled “ssquirrel” with two s’s.


Aug. 11th, 2011 07:44 pm
bloodyrosemccoy: (Not So Lucky)
Dude, I just found out my computer is magical.

Last night it turned from a laptop to a desktop before my very eyes!

Of course, this is the kind of trick it can only do once--not because we might figure it out upon multiple viewings, but more due to the way a screen lamp can only burn out once before it's, y'know, burned out. And, unfortunately, the trick is not reversible.

So my computer is broke. Conventional wisdom suggests the best course of action when you laptop screen breaks is to buy a new laptop. I've never liked the idea of disposable electronics--if I buy something, I want to get real use out of it, which may explain why my iPods and cell phones and whatnot stay around until they literally fall apart. Now, yes, things develop fast, and I won't eschew a new thing if I think it's a REAL improvement over its predecessor, but you gotta impress me. I won't buy something just because it's the latest. It has to be really useful. Like how the Nook I'm typing this on is really portable and saved me from having to buy another bookshelf.

Plus, I like this Lappy.

So my options are to grab a spare monitor (we have those here in Casa de Nerd) and make Lappy a Compy, or replace the screen if the manufacturer is willing. Both options mean limited intersocks for a bit, because typing on an e-reader is annoying as all hell, dammit. Get me a keyboard any day.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Licking)
OKAY, I think we got LJ all working nicely again. What’d we all miss?

Me, I had quite a week. Rich and full experiences, that’s my life: futzed around in the garden, got bossed around by my micromanager, lost another coworker to the deep discontent around the library and the lure of Living Free And Easy, lost a favorite patron to That End Which Awaits Us All, finished a necklace and made an earring, gave up on the X-Files, started Fringe, and wrote a bunch of OGYAFE stuff.

Oh, and also there’s the whole, y’know, SURGERY business. That’s going on.

Seems that while I was away I picked up some kind of gallbladder inflammation. It announced its presence in the middle of a cart of books I was shelving on Saturday. It felt like this:

An apt metaphor for so many of life’s little golden moments, this.

So I mentioned this to my supervisor, who ordered me to get rid of the stupid thing. Sounded like sage advice, but I figured I’d get a second opinion from someone who was not a librarian. So after a few days spent curled in a fetal position cursing the cold unfeeling universe, I went to see Dr. Hyper, a woman I’ve always liked but whose actual name I could never spell.

DR. HYPER: So it hurts more whenever you eat anything?

ME: I’m down to dry Cheerios. Nothing makes you feel more like a three-year-old.

DR. HYPER: That is the right thing to do. Now let’s see if we can get this solved.

ME: Good, because I’m really hungry.

Then she poked at my abdomen.

ME: *squeak!*

DR. HYPER: I haven’t even poked you yet. My hand is still a foot away.

ME: I can’t help it. It was a dark day when my friends found out that even poking in my general direction makes me the Pillsbury Doughboy.

DR. HYPER: Okay, now I’m going to poke your back.

ME: But the pain isn’t in my baaAAAAAAaack—well, what do you know.

DR. HYPER: The pain does refer sometimes.

After that I went to get an ultrasound, which didn’t show anything,* and so I got to have another test: the Making You Lie Perfectly Still In A Tube For Two Goddamn Hours While They Blast Radioactive Dye Into Your Veins Test. Your job is to lie down and try not to think about just how much your nose itches. It itches a lot.

RADIOLOGIST: Okay, you’re all done! How are you feeling?

ME: … I just got out of the TUBE, man!

RADIOLOGIST: You’ll get the report from your doctor in a bit.

ME: Just as long as it’s not a queen.

And yes, I did get the report, just a few minutes ago, and after analyzing it carefully to see the cause of my distress, Dr. Hyper concluded—let me tell you, modern medicine is great—“Fuck if I know.”

So my gallbladder looks fine, but let me tell you internet, it does not feel fine. Doctor Hyper’s got some other options, such as Taking An Antacid For A Couple Weeks or, if that doesn’t work, Carving Out The Damn Thing Anyway, Because Often That Does Seem To Fix Things Even If Nothing Else Shows Up On The Test. So depending on how things go in the next couple of weeks, I either get better, or I get surgery. Either way, I plan to whine about it quite a bit.

Aren’t you glad LJ’s back?

*But it was more pleasant than the last ultrasound I got checking for ovarian cysts, since this time I didn’t have to drink a quart of water half an hour before the scan just to make my bladder visible. Especially obnoxious when you’re in eighth grade and “half an hour before the scan” is “math class.” I damn near exploded before I even got all gelled up.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Toph is Unamused)
God dammit, spambots, I like allowing anonymous commenters, since some of my friends don't have LJs. And here you bastards are abusing it with your word salad messages. Assholes.

By the way, out of curiosity, do those ever actually work? I've been wondering that for years. Who clicks on a link embedded in a random pile of words and junk code, anyway? SOMEBODY must, since y'all have stuck with the method, but WHO?
bloodyrosemccoy: (Bookstore Belle)
Speaking of books, Book Club is coming up this Friday, and after hearing the lists people have given of their favorite books, I’m thinking I want to suggest something that is not by a white dude, just so we don’t start a trend of ’em. I have been evangelizing Alanna and may suggest Song of the Lioness by Tamora Pierce, though I’m also leaning toward her Terrier. Either one may upset some of the more status-conscious* folks in the group who don’t want to read—gasp—YA, though.

So! If I don’t manage to convert them to Pierceism, what non-whitedude fantasy author would you guys recommend I try instead? And which book of theirs?

*It is altogether possible that there are only one or two of these, since I haven’t gotten to know the folks in the group very well. But given my past experience with geek groups, Signs Point To Yes on having at least one.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Bat Signal)
It’s that time again!

Remember when I was going through a medswitch and it was sucking and so I asked y’all to distract me? Well, I am not switching meds, but this week still sucks for its own reasons, and everything is making me nervous, and by god I need distracting again. So please, Internet, I appeal to you: DISTRACT ME.

Go ahead! It can be anything! Videos! Book recommendations! Dumb mindless Flash games! Blogs! GIFs! Trivia! Puzzles! Timesuck sites! Anything! JUST POST SOMETHING.

Here, I’ll get us started with distractions of my own:

The Food Timeline, on the history of food.

ARKive is an image database of the biological organisms of Earth. It is also blessed by my main man David Attenborough!

Torn World is a source of anxiety for me right now because it is a responsibility for me, but if you're not in the Land Of Neuroses you get things like sea monsters, the mysteriously tame Rainbow Rainforest, and huge shaggy unicorns. It's pretty damn cool, really.

And videos:

(I love the Two-Headed Monster so much, especially when you see how each head entertains itself "alone.")

Okay, your turn!
bloodyrosemccoy: (I AM MRS! NESBIT!)
Hey, dudes! Feel like filling out a survey? Well, I've got one for you: [ profile] childthursday is doing a sociology survey asking what race/ethnicity you'd associate with individual American Girl dolls here. A couple are surprisingly hard and got weirdly specific answers out of me, but mostly it's fairly straightforward, and you don't really have to know anything about American Girl to take the survey.* And it'll be interesting to see what conclusions she comes up with.

*Although if you are afraid of the soulless gaze of the evil idol, you may want to skip.


Mar. 31st, 2011 01:18 am
bloodyrosemccoy: (Planets)
Hey, nerds!

Help me out here, because Google and the library catalog both look at me like I’m some sort of nut when I say I want resources on creating maps for made-up worlds. I am a nut, of course, but dammit, I know there are answers out there for nuts like me, because I have countless fantasy books with detailed maps in their fronts and also a lot of RP-ing friends who spend their weekends barging around such worlds. The resources must exist, because not every nerd is willing to reinvent the wheel.*

But god help me if I can find any of these resources, so I turn to you, you nerds. Where can I find good books/sites/software on creating maps of worlds that are not Earth?

I’m counting on you, internet! Don’t let me down!

*Yes, a lot of us are, but dammit this is the FUTURE and you would think we of all people would be willing to share pointless knowledge like this on the internet.


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