Letters from the Dead

Jun. 24th, 2025 07:05 pm
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Posted by jwz

My friend Isabella Valeri just published her first novel, Letters from the Dead, and it's fantastic! A girl grows up on the estate of her dynastic family, never setting foot on land her father doesn't own, until power struggles result in her being shipped off to a boarding school under an assumed name. In between there is tradecraft, statecraft, assassins, financial shenanigans, and a rogue's gallery of billionaire sociopaths.

Go buy.

I was fortunate enough to be a beta reader of this novel and its coming sequels, beginning almost a decade ago, so I got to see it evolve... Sometimes the road to publishing is a long one.

You may remember Isabella from her 2003/2004 blog, "She's a Flight Risk", where she documented her time as an international fugitive, having embezzled a small fortune from her family and then gone on the run with smugglers and other small-plane enthusiasts. I understand that those years will be covered in book three.

Now, I expect that right away some of you will get hung up on, "But is it true?"

My friend, this is 2025. Nothing is true.

It does say "a novel" right there on the cover, if that helps you out. She is fond of saying that her attorneys have made it clear to her that she is "no longer permitted to tell true stories."

Are we still doing "truthy"? It's definitely truthy.

And it's a great story.

Previously, previously, previously, previously.

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Posted by jwz

Mads from Tromsø reacts strongly to the treatment he received at American border control on his way into the United States:

They threatened me with a minimum fine of $5,000 or five years in prison if I refused to give up the password to my phone, he explains.

When examining the phone, the officers found two photos on Mikkelsen's phone. They were photos that were not to their liking. One was a caricature of US Vice President JD Vance, while the other image was a picture of a wooden pipe [...]

The 21-year-old says that during his stay in the interrogation room he was refused to buy food or fill his water bottle. It was not until he was on the plane that would take him back to Norway that he was allowed to eat and drink.

Previously, previously, previously.

FuckLAPD dot com:

Jun. 24th, 2025 06:15 pm
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Posted by jwz

Lets Anyone Use Facial Recognition to Instantly Identify Cops:

"We deserve to know who is shooting us in the face even when they have their badge covered up," McDonald told me when I asked if the site was made in response to police violence during the LA protests against ICE that started earlier this month. "fucklapd.com is a response to the violence of the LAPD during the recent protests against the horrific ICE raids. And more broadly -- the failure of the LAPD to accomplish anything useful with over $2B in funding each year."

"Cops covering up their badges? ID them with their faces instead," the site, which McDonald said went live this Saturday. The tool allows users to upload an image of a police officer's face to search over 9,000 LAPD headshots obtained via public record requests. The site says image processing happens on the device, and no photos or data are transmitted or saved on the site. "Blurry, low-resolution photos will not match," the site says.

"fucklapd.com uses data provided by the City of Los Angeles directly to the public," McDonald told me in an email. "This data has been provided in response to either public records requests or public records lawsuits. That means all of this information belongs to the public and is a matter of public record. fucklapd.com is not scraping any data."

In addition to potentially identifying officers by name and serial number, FuckLAPD.com also pulls up a police officer's salary.

Previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously.

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Posted by jwz

Space Nazi has the biggliest OPSEC:

Since sharing the lab results on Wednesday, Musk hasn't said much about the possible leak of his Social Security information or taken down the post.

Let Them Fight:

Elon Musk's lawyers are claiming he "does not use a computer," contradicting Musk's social media posts, video game streams, employees at his companies, publicly available data, and common sense.

Musk's attorneys made the claim as part of a 2025 lawsuit against OpenAI, which Musk co-founded in 2015 but left three years later after a failed takeover attempt.

Previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously.

XScreenSaver and Wayland

Jun. 24th, 2025 12:49 am
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Posted by jwz

A shocking discovery... this works, kinda:

swayidle -w \ timeout 60 \ "/usr/libexec/xscreensaver/xscreensaver-gfx &" \ resume "killall xscreensaver-gfx" &

That will give you a minimally-functional screen saver under Wayland + XWayland.

It will be a screen saver only, it cannot lock. There does not appear to be any sensible way to combine this with swaylock such that the graphics hacks are visible while the display is locked.

(But swaylock is Wrong anyway: as I keep saying, locking should be built into the display manager, not some third-party user-space program.)

Also there's no hysteresis, a single pixel of motion unblanks. And fading doesn't work. And grabbing desktop screenshots is impossible. And and and.

Previously, previously.

The cat distribution network

Jun. 24th, 2025 12:01 pm
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Loading new work into the van on Friday, got a visit from Raj, the black-and-white kitty we've been feeding in the carport. Rubbed my ankles, accepted a few pets, ate some kibble. I went back to work on the van, happened to look down, and saw a different cat. Short-hair tabby, about the same size as Raj and with similar shortened tail, with great raccoon striping. She wasn't quite as friendly. Got quite close at times, followed me into the shed, sniffed my hand, but wouldn't let me touch her. Thought she might be a litter-mate, what with the tail (and also matching, worn pink collars), but she hissed at him when he tried to approach.


Costume Bracket: Round 4, Post 3

Jun. 24th, 2025 06:40 pm
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Two Doctor Who companion outfits for your delectation and delight! Outfits selected by a mixture of ones I, personally, like; lists on the internet; and a certain random element.


Outfits below the Cut )

Vote for your favourite of these costumes. Use whatever criteria you please - most practical, most outrageously spacey, most of its decade!

Voting will remain open for at least a week, possibly longer!

Costume Bracket Masterlist

Images are a mixture of my own screencaps, screencaps from Lost in Time Graphics, PCJ's Whoniverse Gallery, and random Google searches.

Working on a summer YouTube playlist

Jun. 24th, 2025 12:19 pm
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So far I’ve got:

‘Ride a White Swan’ (T. Rex)
‘Check U Out’ and ‘The Spider Is In the Drum Track’ (Jank Sinatra)
‘Central Time’ (Pokey LaFarge)
’Love Is a Cylindrical Piano’ and ‘Underwater’ (Salads and Sunbeams)
’Black Sails In the Moonlight’ and ‘Mucho Mungo/Mt. Elga’ (Harry Nilssen)
‘Pirate Radio’ (Jean Dawson, thanks to [personal profile] sovay  for introducing it)
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Silverside Station attracts the rich, the famous, and the bizarre, as well as two Allowed Burglars bent on flamboyant larceny.

House of Shards (Drake Maijstral, volume 2) by Walter Jon Williams

Australian Songs I like

Jun. 24th, 2025 05:36 pm
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Local radio station triple J is doing a Hottest 100 of Australian Songs, and I thought it would be fun to make a playlist of Australian songs, in roughly descending order of how much I like them, and then compile my ten votes from there. My actual vote included less white dudes/took into account what was already in the system etc. And I am sure if I made this list on a different day it'd have been different songs!

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Posted by Ernesto Van der Sar

muddyThe High Court in Delhi, India, regularly issues site blocking orders, requiring Internet providers to block access to pirate sites.

These orders have targeted sites that stream movies and TV series, both from Hollywood and Bollywood, but also sites that specialize in pirated sports streams.

Last week we covered a new “superlative” injunction that temporarily extends blocking powers to deal with pirated cricket matches, protecting the ongoing England Tour of India. However, “dynamic+” orders are still being issued and while less advanced on paper, they can still be quite effective.

FIFA Club World Cup Piracy

In a recent complaint, broadcaster DAZN requested a blocking order against six sports streaming sites, including buffsports.me and vipbox.lc. With this action DAZN, which is available for roughly $5 per month in India, aims to protect its broadcasting rights for the FIFA Club World Cup 2025, which is currently ongoing.

The request targets nine local ISPs and five domain name registrars – 1API, NameCheap, Netim, and Tucows – all of which operate globally. The fifth company is Sarek Oy, also known as Njalla, which isn’t a typical registrar but acts as a privacy intermediary instead.

These requests are common by now and, after reviewing the evidence, the New Delhi High Court found a prima facie case of copyright infringement by the websites and granted the site blocking injunction.

From the order

order india

“If an ex parte ad interim injunction in favor of the plaintiff is not granted, the plaintiff will likely suffer irreparable loss and injury,” Justice Saurabh Banerjee concluded.

ISPs and Domain Registrars Take Action

When presented with the order, the named ISPs and domain registrars (DNRs) must “..take steps to immediately block the said domain names associated with the defendant websites on real time basis.” That also applies to companies that are not incorporated in India.

Shared by Verdictum this week, the injunction was issued late last month and does indeed appear to be having an effect.

Aside from local ISPs blocking access to these domain names, buffsports.me, sporthd.me, and piratemedia.me are all offline. These domains all display the clientHold status code used by registrars to suspend domain names.

Defendant Websites and their Domain Name Registrars

Defendant No. Website DNR Suspended?
1. buffsports.me 1API Gmbh Yes
2. sporthd.me NETIM Yes
3. piratemedia.me NameCheap, Inc. Yes
4. vipbox.lc Tucows Domains Inc. No
5. strimsy.top Sarek Oy No
6. vipstand.pm Sarek Oy No

These suspensions suggest that NameCheap, 1API, and Netim have all taken action, likely in response to the Indian High Court order. The domains that were registered through Tucows and Njalla remain operational at the time of writing.

Global Reach

While this type of injunction has been granted before, the global reach of this type of Indian order is worth highlighting. The suspended domains are effectively unreachable around the world, which makes this a highly effective enforcement option.

Of course, the targeted websites can easily switch to new domains, which is typically what happens, but then rightsholders have the option to extend the scope of their request by asking registrars to block these additional domains as well.

Thus far, the pirate sports streaming problem is far from defeated. It largely remains a game of whack-a-mole, with new sites, domains, and services constantly appearing, while global calls for more effective blocking actions increase.

A copy of the the Delhi High Court order issued by Justice Saurabh Banerjee is available here (pdf, via)

From: TF, for the latest news on copyright battles, piracy and more.

Connexions (9)

Jun. 24th, 2025 08:27 am
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The lions were here!

Cretia – Lady Lucretia Grigson – was not entirely sure how it had come about that she was aware that Miriam Roberts, her paragon of a cook, was all eagerness to serve up a tiffin-party. One understood that her mother the famed Seraphine was extreme noted for that art – had taught it to Arabella Stevens in the Offgrange kitchens – had lately communicated those culinary secrets in The Lady’s What-Not and had proved so popular that had been printed up as a pamphlet.

Vicky Jupp, as 'twas ever the case, was able to enlighten her. 'Tis not just that Miriam feels that she is entire the equal of Seraphine in all she learnt of her – but has lately been in convocation with the Dowager Duchess of Humpleforth’s cook, that knows a deal of dishes in the style of Bombay, that is not at all the same as that of Madras, that was what Seraphine studied. She grinned. I am like to think she also went interrogate the cooks of Their Graces’ Bengali guests!

So it was some matter of professional pride!

My dear, said Lady Bexbury one morn when Cretia mentioned this, sure you have an ideal occasion coming about – did you not remark that Lord Peregrine has invited his college set to come pass a fortnight or so in Town during the vacation? A tiffin party would be quite a proper informal way to introduce 'em into Society – 'twould not require evening dress that they may not have – or dancing that they may not have studied – one would be hesitant to hold a card-party not knowing whether they are poor scholars of Oxenford

Indeed, Cretia had been a little wondering what she should do with Grinnie’s friends! Had been quite startled at her husband’s proposal that, since her brother would be coming to 'em for the vacation, Trembourne House still being in mourning, he might wish to invite some of his friends to go frolic with.

That was another thing Lady Bexbury had clarified for her – o, 'tis I am sure a kind thought, but he must also take a consideration that these are young men that will shortly embark upon careers in the world – I apprehend that Lord Peregrine intends go advance the interest of one of 'em to Jimsie Trembourne as a secretary – there is one has a notion to a tutor’s place – and who know what they may become?

So, here were four young men came with Grinnie, and looked somewhat nervous as they entered the house, looking about the fine entrance hall and seeming a little uneasy at the attentions of the footmen. And Grinnie made the introductions very proper – sure indeed they were of rather different station – sons of clergymen and country lawyers &C – but perfectly civil-mannered and well-spoken.

Was not at all long afore they found their way into the library, where at first they were taken aback by Vicky Jupp, but before long came to consider her an entire prodigy, that was not only able to provide 'em with the finest guidance about Town matters but was quite the paragon of learning –

Did Cretia venture in there they would be bobbing up and down and bowing and making exceeding courteous towards her, but one saw they were a little daunted by her rank – yet also quickly came about upon easy terms with Mr Grigson. One supposed that they were more used to the company of men.

They were desired to make free of the Grigsons’ box at the theatre – a carriage would be at their disposal – &C&C.

Cretia found herself in a little of a fret over the tiffin party – sure, there had been a very gratifying response to the invitations, and it fell out that various persons were in Town that would be particular suitable guests – the Samuels, Dr and Mrs Lucas, Miss Ferraby and Miss Roberts, that acclaimed mathematical savant Jolliffe of Cambridge was staying with the Geoffrey Merretts, the explorer Enderby had not yet departed for Peru –

Very fortunate, for might have felt obliged at least to extend an invitation, her father and Talshaw were at some country house party. Iffling being in Town – purportedly residing at his club, though it was very widely supposed he was in fact very comfortable in St John’s Wood with his mistress – she had sent him a card.

So, here she was, nervously waiting, and Padgett announced Lady Bexbury with Mr MacDonald, Miss Ferraby and Miss Roberts, and she saw Grinnie and his friends look very alert at that. Had indeed expressed hopes that MacDonald would be there, had heard so much of him – read his writings – has visited Oxford several times –

Then quite a flurry was admitted, and she gave the discreet signal to start serving up – platters on the tables and also to circulate among the guests – wine and fruit-cup offered –

Lady Bexbury gave her a little nod.

Came in Dr and Mrs Lucas, saying they hoped she did not mind, but had persuaded Hughie and Aggie to take a little break from the work in their parish –

Delightful! said Cretia, that was already acquainted with Lady Agatha through the philanthropic set. Had not ventured to offer this distraction, but am very pleased to see 'em here.

And here was tall Janey Merrett with the stuttering mathematician and, o, one had not dared hope! But, no, Mr Geoffrey Merrett was not in court the day and had never been able to resist a fine currie or a pillaw!

Lady Louisa Ferraby with apologies for Sir Harry – sudden pressures of business – but had brought with her her brother-in-law Mr Josiah Ferraby.

Lord Sallington with Chloe Ollifaunt, that friend of his Mr Davison that was an Oxford don and doubtless known to Grinnie and his friends, his brother Lord Stephen and several of his set, and oh, his other brother, that dashing romantic figure Lord Gilbert.

Cretia was like to expire with joy. The lions were here!

Lady Balstrup and La Signora Umberti – staying with the Apsteeds in Chelsea, entirely charming.

The Demingtons – she had been very nervous about meeting Lady Demington, having heard so much of her exceeding competence about philanthropic business from Dumpling Dora and a host of others. Had anticipated some plain severe creature, not so handsome a woman – such an odd match for plain pudgy Artie Demington, but one observed that they quite doated upon one another – and entirely amiable.

Those near neighbours of hers, the Rondegates with Lady Theodora Saxorby, apologizing for being a little tardy, but ‘twas the morning when they had their singing lessons – had indeed offered that Cretia might care to attend these, but she had come to a just estimation that her talents did not lie in that realm. But had discovered from her hours with Angelique de Clérault that for one that had started so late, did not show so badly with pastels!

Lord, said Zipsie, we are quite ravenous – la, is that Mrs Lucas? Must speak to her about my notion of making settings of those ghazuls she Englished.

Rondegate and Lady Theodora looked at her fondly and said, she should eat first or very like would faint in most uncivil fashion. Zipsie laughed, and a few people looked around, but really, her laugh was not unmusical – 'twas merely, not what was expected in a young lady. They proceeded into the throng.

There might be a few straggling latecomers, but indeed, the party was going!

Grinnie came up to her in very high spirits. Law, Cretia, you are doing us entirely proud here! The chaps will be talking of this forever.

Approached 'em Mr Wood, that was a shortish darkhaired sallow fellow that she apprehended intended taking orders, saying should go make civil to Dr Lucas and his good lady – had been to several of the Hebrew reading parties at his rectory that were not just a feast for the intellect but extreme convivial occasions – and was that perchance his son that was vicar at St Wilfrid’s in the East End? He looked wistful. One hears he is doing excellent work there.

Cretia confirmed that that 'twas indeed Hughie Lucas and Mr Wood trotted purposefully off.

Her brother grinned. Wood is somewhat High that makes some difficulties for him in finding a curacy.

She was about to go move among her guests – ensure that all were being served with the various delicacies – that platters were being replenished – that trays of glasses of wine and fruit-cup were circulating – when entered Iffling.

Made very civil to both of 'em – really, was so much more amiable when he was away from Rina! – looked about the company very approving –

Is that Demington? Should greatly appreciate an introduction – have lately appointed a new steward that has heard of the work he is doing and murmurs beneath his breath that Topping was very old-fashioned in his ways.

Indeed, said Cretia, taking his arm, I apprehend that Lord Demington quite preaches the gospel of improving agriculture.

So she made them known to one another, and then went see how her other guests did.

There were Zipsie and Agnes Lucas both very much relishing Miriam’s fine Hindu dishes – or were they, had she not said somewhat about the cooking of the Parsees? – and talking with animation about ghazuls with that friend of Sallington, that she discovered made deep studies in Persian and had writ on Persian music.

She passed by Mr Lucas and Lady Agatha warmly inviting Mr Wood to come visit their parish and see some of what they were bringing about – 'tis slow work but we get on –

Mr Thornton looking quite mesmerized by Flora Ferraby and Hannah Roberts –

Mr Averdale in deep discourse with Mr MacDonald and Lord Gilbert –

Lady Bexbury making Mr Smithers known to the Geoffrey Merretts and Mr Jolliffe – was Smithers not the one had an ambition to a legal career beyond the family country-town practice? How very stylish Janey Merrett always was, not in the least a dowdy blue-stocking.

She came up to where her husband was in converse with Enderby, Lady Louisa and Mr Ferraby, apropos, it would seem, of the fauna of China and the adjacent parts. Lady Louisa was most fulsome in her praise of the occasion – Harry will be in such envy! – as Mr Grigson looked at Cretia with an approving expression.

Adjourned

Jun. 23rd, 2025 10:36 pm
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A couple of weeks back, I got a postcard in the mail, saying I'd been chosen for jury duty. Denise had just had her turn in the barrel last summer, and I was curious about the experience. I'd only ever been tapped once before, and there were no trials in that period. So I filled out the online survey, tacked the card to the bulletin board, and went on with the business of throwing, glazing, firing. All the while conscious that the timing couldn't have been worse. Selection day is Tuesday, the 24th. Thursday, the 26th, we leave for Roseburg, where we'll be all weekend at the UVA Summer Arts Festival. So if they wanted me for a jury, I'd be hard-pressed to serve. I could request to be deferred to a later date, but I've got a road show in August as well.

Earlier tonight, I called the phone number on the card, to learn that jurors 1 through 144 were expected to report to the courthouse tomorrow morning for jury selection. 145 through 700-something were excused.

My number? 331.

Guess I'm loading the van for Roseburg tomorrow.

Alone

Jun. 23rd, 2025 10:03 pm
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With the weather predicting 100% chance of rain, possibly thunderstorms, it should come as no surprise that Market was looking kinda thin on Saturday. In fact, there were only five booths on our entire stretch of block, two potters on my end, a woodworker, leather crafter, and a couple selling bath bombs down at the far end. (And the bath folks packed up early when the heavy rain hit around 1:30. They didn't have sides for their booth, and had a water-soluble product.)

I felt obliged to come out, since I'll be away next weekend. Figured if I could load in and out dry, anything in between could be managed. As it happened, it was raining when I left home, but had pretty much stopped by the time I arrived downtown. Left the wall panels rolled up at first, then dropped a side and back as windbreaks as the morning progressed. When the rain started in earnest, I brought the rest down and zipped them together. All my boxes, full and empty, were crowded into the back of the booth, but Denise stayed home--lucky girl--so there was just about room to turn around.

Didn't expect much for sales, but actually did pretty well, had my first two sales before 10 o'clock. A high school track invitational at Hayward Field brought some out-of-towners, and a bunch of college kids were out in slickers and umbrellas. For some reason, they were all noticing my platypus mug, which I'd posted to Instagram with a badly drawn fedora--Android image processing sucks for drawing--as a Perry the Platypus mug. So I learned how big a part of the current generation of college kids grew up on Phineas and Ferb.

Three girls from OSU recognized my work from Tsunami Books, and one of them bought three more mugs. A mom from Seattle sprung for a $50 cookie jar, and a college boy bought a frog bank for his mom. An old friend stopped in to replace her cracked covered casserole--they use it as a compostables container. Sold stew mugs, tall mugs, painted mugs, a couple of plates. Smaller items, but they add up. Wound up not far short of $700 by the end of the day. And the rain stopped right at 4 pm, so although the tent was totally soaked, the pottery boxes got loaded up dry.

Sometime in the morning, one of the Market staffers stopped by to share a story. Said she's a social media Influencer, and her persona is a butler, so one of her regular video events is afternoon tea. Well, last week, she featured a tea from a Market vendor, and the bull elk mug she'd bought from me last Holiday Market. Which apparently blew up her comment thread with people asking where she got the mug. I asked if she could direct them to my social account, and she said that was hard, she didn't want to doxx herself by admitting her connection with Market. I asked if there was anyway I could see the post or comments, and she was kinda evasive. Said she'd have to do some cropping or editing. Kept saying it "wasn't for work."

It was only a hour or two later that my rain-soaked brain made the connection. She meant Not Safe For Work. Which made the fact that the comments were all about the mug even more hilarious.

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For the hundred and thirteenth birthday of Alan Turing, [personal profile] spatch and I drove to Gloucester to watch the sunset on the water, so, queer joy?





I have worn this T-shirt since his centenary in 2012: it is a word cloud derived from "Computing Machinery and Intelligence" (1950). The tide filled in around the barnacle-colored, seal-colored boulders we had climbed out onto, swirling the olivine shag of the rockweed in the late mirror of the sea. I had not been to Gloucester since before the last glaciation, in a warm autumn that was still cooler than this heat dome settled over Massachusetts like a fitted block of Death Valley. We saw the red-and-white blinks of buoys, the oil-slick necks of cormorants. We checked in on the ghost sign for Moxie at the top of Tablet Rock in Stage Fort Park. From our vantage point of one of the granite horns of Half Moon Beach, we saw three crewed boats practicing for what we realized later would be the races for St. Peter's Fiesta, the blessing of the fleet which had hung the streets with tricolor bunting and Italian flags and set up the Ferris wheel and concessions of a carnival as well as an open-air altar brilliantly painted with a seascape of Ten Pound Light, its foreground wheeling with gulls with their own successful fisher's catch in their beaks. The fisherman in his sunken-green bronze oilskins still holds the wheel against more than four centuries of the remembered drowned. Our designated clam shack had closed an hour before we expected it, so we drove down Route 1 in a sailor's delight of clouds like an electric fire and came to a bewildered halt in a retina-searing splatter of blue lights, because it turned out that half of Revere Beach was closed to traffic thanks to a hit-and-run on a state trooper. We managed nonetheless to salvage roast beef and fried clams from Kelly's at the cost of several miles' walk in the gelatinous night, which compensated at least with the white noise of waves at high tide. The cable-stays of the Christina and John Markey Memorial Pedestrian Bridge were lit up in rainbow neon. I admire Aimee Ogden's "Because I Held His Name Like a Key" (2025) for not being any of the things expected of a Turing fairy story. I look forward to whatever comes of these unshredded papers. We drove home covered in sea-salt and sweat-salt and an unavoidable admixture of strangers' weed smoke and I had a really nice time.

If telepathy is admitted it will be necessary to tighten our test up.
—Alan Turing, "Computing Machinery and Intelligence" (1950)
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I finished off an old writing exercise for the Yield challenge on [community profile] fan_flashworks:

Title: Supplanted (1541 words) [General Audiences]
Fandom: 镇魂 | Guardian (TV 2018)
Characters: Xiao Quan (Shen Wei's student), Shen Wei, Zhao Yunlan, Jiajia
Additional Tags: Episode Related, Canon Scene, Canon Dialogue, POV Outsider, Episode 9 roadtrip, Zhao Yunlan is my blorbo, but sometimes he's a bit of a dick, Xiao Quan don't get no respect

Summary:

The responsibility for getting them back on the road rests on Luo Quan’s shoulders—and when he achieves it, the glory will be his, too. Jiajia will clap her hands and promise to buy him a drink when they get back to Dragon City. Professor Shen will give an approving smile.

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