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Oops I accidentally found out where the out of print 90s Doctor Who novels are hiding.

BLIZZARD!

Mar. 20th, 2025 12:55 pm
phosfate: Rachel Grey in her first Phoenix costume, pissed off and on fire. (rachel grey)
So we had a massive blizzard yesterday, with 60 mph winds sending chunks of tree snow into the windows like bullets. Then the power and the wifi went out, so I hid in bed and listened to Ridiculous Crime on my phone, since I never come remotely close to using up my monthly data. Woke up two hours later when everything in the house turned back on simultaneously, scaring the hell out of me.

I love when the wifi goes out, because the wifi company sends me emails to tell me the wifi is out. "Um, you guys know that I can't...yeah, never mind."

Anyway, the Ridiculous Crime episodes about Studio 54 and Miss Cleo are pretty great.

The 7 inches of snow we got should vanish by tomorrow, because it's fucking April.
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Got a pack of hilariously counterfeit Hello Kitty pens from Aliexpress. Like, Kitty is really hard to get off-model. There isn't even a Hello Kitty design guidebook, they trust their artists and art directors to get her right. They encourage fans to do their own Hello Kitty crafts. But somehow, China managed to do a set of Hello Kitty pens that is disturbingly wrong. I love them.
phosfate: "Oops! Technical Difficulties! (We'll be right back!)" with a cartoon of Izzy Hands having stabbed Stede Bonnet in the back. (OFMD technical dificulties by @benedict)
Long story short: Bought large/heavy stuff, Uber from the grocery was $45 (there was a concert), sent for Lyft that never arrived but by then Uber was back to $10, but got a free trial of Paramount+ out of it.

I finally remembered I had it last night and started watching Star Trek: Lower Decks. I like it very much, though so far it's not as good as the comic, but the comic's written by Ryan North so it's a high bar. The opening credit sequence is charming and the design is excellent. The Cerritos has that real-place feeling that is hard to get in TV animation, and is the reason they spent big bucks planning New New York for Futurama.

It's the version of Paramount+ with ads, and JESUS H. CHRIST DO I EVER HATE ADS. It's a half-hour show and there are 3-4 ad breaks per episode.

Also, if you don't care for Star Trek, there is very little to watch on Paramount+. If you do like Star Trek, your money is better spent on discs.
phosfate: "Oops! Technical Difficulties! (We'll be right back!)" with a cartoon of Izzy Hands having stabbed Stede Bonnet in the back. (OFMD technical dificulties by @benedict)
If you've never seen the show, The Final Sacrifice is pretty great ("Are those TOTES? They are!"). All times Eastern. If you miss anything, it repeats over the holiday weekend. Which is good because I'm not getting up at 4 am even though I've never seen The Killer Shrews. Streams free on Shout TV and the MST3K YouTube channel.

5am: The Killer Shrews (1959; featured in MST3K Season 4) [introduced by Emily Marsh]
7am: Overdrawn at the Memory Bank (1984; featured in MST3K Season 8) [introduced by Kumail Nanjiani]
9am: Werewolf (1997; featured in MST3K Season 9) [introduced by Bryan Fuller]
11am: The Castle of Fu Manchu (1969; featured in MST3K Season 3) [introduced by Matthew Lillard]
1pm: Space Mutiny (1988; featured in MST3K Season 8) [introduced by Mary Jo Pehl]
3pm: Hobgoblins (1988; featured in MST3K Season 9) [Mike Flanagan]
5pm: Samson vs. the Vampire Women (1962; featured as the season finale of MST3K Season 6, which was the last episode as a series regular for Frank Coniff, aka “TV’s Frank”) [introduced by David Dastmalchian]
7pm: Gamera vs. Jiger (1970; featured in MST3K Season 13) [introduced by Mark Hamill]
9pm: The Final Sacrifice (1990; featured in MST3K Season 9) [introduced by Joel Hodgson]
11pm: Manos: The Hands of Fate (1966; featured in MST3K Season 4) [introduced by Felicia Day]
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Sudden upturn in mentally ill screaming people Downtown. (Not to be confused with the actually abusive screaming people who emerged with Trumpism and the pandemic, most of whom wouldn't be caught dead Downtown.) I don't know if it's just the nice weather, or what their deal is. They aren't really hurting anybody. Nothing to do really except be nice to them.
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I mentioned on Twitter that I was running out of anxiety meds, and a total stranger sent me a link to a self-described "doctor" who sells controlled substances by mail.

Interestingly, there is no place on Twitter to report actual attempted crime.
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (Jeanix)
I rammed a rotary cutter into the side of my left pointy finger last night.

Do not recommend.
phosfate: Nicholas Angel and Danny Butterman from Hot Fuzz, running through the Model Village with guns (There were giants in those days)
Yesterday I spent an hour talking to a woman who is either clinically insane or living in a John Grisham novel (I realize those are not mutually exclusive - just because you hear voices and claim that no computer will work for you doesn't mean you're not at the heart of a criminal conspiracy). I couldn't help her much other than steer her away from the Crime Commission (it would be like going to the Liquor Licensing Board to report a drunk at the bus stop) and listen, but at least it was interesting and made her feel a little better for a little while. Anyway, if I'm found murdered in the next week, tell them about the whole murder conspiracy and they should check the lobby security footage. Unless they're in on it. They're probably all in on it, except for the lobby baristas. I would die for the baristas.

I seem to have inherited the curse from Mom where strangers talk to me. Mom's best story was when she and dad (I'm not sure which dad) went out to a nightclub, and the evening ended with the stripper sobbing in her arms. This was back when striptease was still wholesome nightclub fare, and there were still nightclubs.

I found five dollars on the bus. Using cash feels strange now, like I'm in the 70s.

I assembled a very small doll room box, which is supposed to fit together like a jigsaw but actually required a sweater-covered fist and then a rubber mallet. I don't own a rubber mallet, but my screwdrivers have silicon handles and I have a lot of pent-up rage, so that worked. Now to spend weeks going totally My Froggy Stuff on its ass. Hello, scrapbook paper from 2005!
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1) do not open your AO3 author subscription notices, because there is already FOMO fic up and the email notifications are full of spoilers

2) stay off Twitter because nobody's fucking tagging them, and plot elements are trending

3) Be careful on Tumblr because fucking Amazon has bought ads showing entire scenes. They're subtitled so not having the volume on won't help you.

Really quite angry today because I had the end spoiled for me as soon as I turned on my phone.
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (Massive Aggression by magnavox-23)
They took away my typesetting program, so a job that should have taken 20 minutes took four hours in Word.
phosfate: Agent Elle from Men In Black: The Series (Agent Elle)
phosfate: Buttons from Our Flag Means Death with Karl the seagull on his head (Buttons)
I saw a hawk last night and a fox this morning. The fox was really red, where they're usually kinda yellow. Do they change shades with the seasons?
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (feet by violetraindrop)
I can't figure out how Reddit works to save my life. Is there a Reddit for Dummies?
phosfate: "Oops! Technical Difficulties! (We'll be right back!)" with a cartoon of Izzy Hands having stabbed Stede Bonnet in the back. (OFMD technical dificulties by @benedict)
X-Men coloring guide from THAT page. My first issue was the first Byrne issue when we're dropped into the middle of the battle with the Imperial Guard, and it made me lose my damn mind.

This came from a Fan Fund auction lot at MediaWest in the late 80s. The pic skews a little yellow from the light source.

phosfate: The Welcome to Night Vale logo. text: IF YOU SEE SOMETHING, SAY NOTHING, AND DRINK TO FORGET. (Night Vale by rosencrantz)
So there's an oldish disabled woman who rides my bus route, and I have always been terrified of her because she shouts, pokes VERY hard, and will scream the same question at you over and over even though you don't know the answer. My little voice/Ironside siren goes apeshit when she gets on, and I've always felt kind of terrible about it because she's old and small and disabled and what can she do to me? If she touches me I can move away or get the driver.

Well. Monday she's waiting for the 5:10, and starts yelling at Bus Deb (my friend who is not Work Deb, the woman I work with) about how the building closed at 5:00 and SHE'S MAD BECAUSE SHE REALLY NEEDS TO GO TO THE BATHROOM AND NOW SHE HAS TO WAIT BUT SHE REALLY NEEDS TO GO. Bus Deb manages to quietly get her to stop shouting. Bus Deb used to be in the Air Force. I mention to Deb that I've had issues with her before and to take care around her, the same way you warn someone about anybody on the bus who's a harasser, or a racist, or a haracist.

Tuesday she's there again. We all see our bus pulling up and go to line up at the curb with our passes like polite little humans. Angry Lady comes plowing through, and pokes Deb very hard in the shoulder with her cane. Angry Lady says I HAVE TO GET ON MY BUS! Deb then tells her that she has just committed assault. Which she has. The A-word for some reason actually has a visible effect. I'M SORRY, BUT I HAVE TO GET MY BUS. Deb tells her never, ever to touch her again or she will call the police, and to stop yelling at her. When Angry Lady gets off, she is silent, but walks very slowly to the door and SLAMS her cane on the floor with each step and pointedly says "Excuse me" to Deb. Deb is not paying her a lick of attention because we are talking, and when I tell her this afterward she laughs like a hyena. Deb apologizes to the driver for shouting when she leaves, and the driver tells her not to worry about it. Then he mysteriously adds, "Believe me, she had it coming." Well okay.

This is the most Goofus and Gallant shit I've ever seen in my life.

Wednesday I have my cane with me because my knee was being a jerk in the morning. Deb and not-Deb (I blank on the poor woman's name because medication, but she is lovely) bust up laughing, because I look like I'm ready for a fight. I explain my knee's acting up, but yes, I am ready for a fight and my cane is bigger. Angry Lady is not at the stop. I am upset and fuck up my meds that night and take a whole one of the thing I should take half of.

This means that Thursday morning I am stoned off my nut. I write a mostly comprehensible apologetic email to work, even though the phone weighs about 20 pounds and I can't see the screen. ("I CAN'T SEE THE SCREEN I HOPE YOU GUYS CAN READ THIS!") I crawl out of bed eventually and force liquids to try to get the stuff out of my system and stand. I take an Uber down at 2:00 because I am not sure I can get to the bus stop alive. We drive past Angry Lady at one point. She is using a walker that day but my brain still plays the Ironside alarm noise. She is not at the stop on Thursday night, BUT not-Deb has some goods. She was out with friends on Wednesday night and mentions the story of Deb and Angry Lady. One of the women she's out with is an ex-cop, knows exactly who she is (she does not give out personal info or specific circumstances), and says they have taken her in many times because she gets physical a LOT. Deb and I are O_O and laughing, and I feel much less like an idiot and remind myself that the Ironside siren has always been there for a reason. So now we have a plan that if Angry Lady gets violent again, Deb will whip out her phone with "I AM CALLING THE POLICE IF YOU DO NOT STOP IMMEDIATELY," in Air Force voice, while not-Deb and I pretend to video her (I do not know how phone video works except for quite a lot of accidental footage of the inside of my pocket), and that will make her back off. I do not want to call the fuzz on a fellow crip, because yes I absolutely know the risk to her, but we also want to ride the bus without being assaulted, and the cops (and apparently the transit system) have demonstrated repeatedly that they know her and can handle her without firearms. Mostly I wish she would get help, but I don't know her life and she is boss of herself. People often have very good reasons for avoiding the care system in America.

I get home and get a text from Pam up the block that her husband, who had a stroke last fall, passed away that morning. I've known them since we moved in and they had a ton of little red-headed kids that you had to be careful not to run over because they liked to fling themselves into the street. (They all made it to adulthood alive and have kids of their own now.) So FUCK YOU, DEATH. YOU SUCK.

Anyway, let's see how Friday plays out.
phosfate: Sherlock with his face altered to look like a Grey. He has a green serpent tongue that goes TWHIP! (Sherlock by benedict)
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (Jeanix)
OH MY GOD I've had two emails from Inprnt in the last hour explaining that they can't issue a refund when a case is in dispute with Paypal. I reassured them that it's been settled.

They sent me a questionnaire about their customer service.

I answered it. I answered the heck out of it.

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