What would really happen if the Earth lost oxygen for five seconds?
I’ve seen this Buzzfeed video floating around a bit on the internet (a more readable picture version is here). Purportedly, it explains what would happen if the Earth lost oxygen for five seconds. But… well, perhaps you shouldn’t use Buzzfeed as your main source of scientific information.
So, what would really happen?
A Cross Stitch of Ice and Fire 3
Hello friends, it’s only been like a year since I last did one of these.
Today’s sigils are the Greyjoys and the Tullys, because I like themes and I also like seafood!
City of Bones – Chapter 10 part 1
Long time no see etc.
I’ve been a bit scatty lately (more than usual, I KNOW!) because I’ve been moving all my stuff from one computer to another, an experience not unlike moving house. I originally came to Germany thinking, if we move into a furnished flat, we will accumulate much less stuff, and therefore will be able to move into a different flat when we are settled much more easily.
You’d think this would work! You’d think that, well, you can’t buy beds or sofas or chairs or cabinets or TVs or kitchen appliances that would require a great deal of moving, because these things are already provided and there is simply NO SPACE.
You would be right, and you would be wrong.
Because of course we can’t accumulate big things, but by the mighty beard of Jove, we can go back to England multiple times with empty suitcases and come back with full ones. One day my feelings about decorating our own place will overwhelm me and we shall have to move, and I am dreading that day. On that day we shall have so much stuff that we won’t be able to fit in the trivial things like chairs and beds and kitchen appliances.
But yeah, I’ve been moving all my stuff over, and in my usual way I was like whooo, all I need is my precious writing because I’m so unmaterialistic and a creature of simple pleasures and an artiste, and as soon as I moved it over I realised I’d forgotten my music and my pictures and I didn’t have Skype and I’d forgotten all my online passwords and basically right now I’m waiting for over 13,000 music tracks to copy over to my external hard drive so I can stick them here where they belong. Simple pleasures indeed.
Ergo, blogging! Of a sort!
Google Search Q&A 5
Hey, let’s see what’s in the search grab-bag this time!
- sparrow like birds
- thrupenny sixpence sparrows and doves
- what is the different between a dove and sparrow?
- sparrow eye recipe
- family of dove and sparrow
- sparrow with black bib
Come one, isn’t there ANYTHING in the incoming searches that isn’t sparrows?
- english pubs cross stitch patterns
FINALLY.
British pub names are well-known for being mundane and fantastic (and often archaic) in equal measure, and for tending to fit a few quite rigid patterns: “The Coloured Animal”, “The Monarch’s Symbol”, “The Item and Item”, “The Old Thing”, and so on.
So designing some cross-stitch designs based on English pubs should be fairly easy!
City of Bones – Chapter 9
Me again. So, I come clean now – I’ve been following some YA authors on Tumblr recently (by which I mean just reading through their archives because I am NOT going to give in to the Tumblr craze), and it’s been an interesting experience. They’re all really sweet, smart people and write interesting and thought-provoking things and reblog lovely pictures. Some of them are people whose books I’ve read and liked (Leigh Bardugo), or read and disliked (Veronica Roth), or not read at all (yet) (Sarah Rees Brennan). Through these Tumblrs I’ve come across other YA authors who are friends and friends-of-friends, Beth Revis (don’t get me started on Across The Universe. Let me just say that if I had access to this blog while reading it, I wouldn’t be ripping into City of Bones.), Maureen Johnson, and, yes, Cassandra Clare.
One of the recurring reblogs is this piece by an anonymous fan who finds Clary annoying, and Clare’s response. Clare’s response is measured and sensible, I’m not going to say it isn’t. It’s good, and feminist, and clear. And yet. Something about it does rub me wrong. Annoyingly (oh noes) I found a good counter-response detailing exactly what someone finds problematic about Clary’s (and Jace’s, actually) character, but it seems to have vanished from the internet.
I guess I don’t like to have my opinions squashed by “It’s just your internalised misogyny”? (Wow that’s totally just what someone with internalised misogyny would feel!) Because then I feel like I have to justify myself (but I like Isabelle! and I don’t like Jace! and I write female characters!) and you know, none of those things count because so much about Clary is not what I love in a main character. Her willingness to believe the worst of Luke after a single sentence that he said which was obviously a lie to keep him safe in a dangerous situation, her likening Madame Dorothea’s mother to a mule right in front of her, the way she just ignores everyone around her when they’re trying to have a conversation/help her for ages at a time (hey, I used to be super dreamy too! Then I learned – learned – how to pay attention to people other than myself!). All of this outweighs for me the fact that oh yeah that one time she threw what she thought was a magical mobile phone at a demon and it happened to kill it. Sorry.
I’m not going to say “I hate some male characters too!” even though I cannot stand Wolverine because my god it is NOT HARD to work in a team for like TEN MINUTES and not be a raging jerk and ruin everything, because it doesn’t make a difference, and really, I just want to talk about this book. I like to critique the things I love as well as the things I don’t love. In the one case it helps me identify what I didn’t like, and in the other, sometimes there are parts of things I love that aren’t perfect, or I would have done differently. I think these conversations are worth having, always.
I don’t really know where I was going with this. Authors having Tumblrs and interacting with audiences adds another complicated layer to the act of reading, I guess. I don’t want to let my liking of someone as a person (or as a perception of a person through social media) cloud my reading of their books. Basically I’m making things hard for myself. But I just wanted to let you know that I’m not against freedom or love or justice or anything. I don’t even have any readers, so if I was, I’d be doing a terrible job.
But anyway, let’s learn about THE CIRCLE AND THE BROTHERHOOD!
City of Bones – Chapter 8
Well, as always I was smug because I was being all regular with my posts, and then I jinxed it. Well anyway, I’m back now. Since I was neglecting you, I did finish the Mortal Instruments series (though there will apparently be a sixth and final book, which to be honest I am relieved about, because it’s like Clare took five books to learn how to write a cliffhanger, and by then I was like WAIT BUT THIS IS THE END? So, sorry for doubting you, Clare.)
OK, gentle reader, choose your WEAPON OF CHOICE.
Squirrel.gif
We’ve had a squirrel recently start visiting our valcony. This squirrel happens to be a big fan of the planters where I’m trying to grow dandelions and burdocks for a MYSTERY PROJECT, which is annoying, but it’s so cute that you can’t really hold it against it (Her? Him? Red squirrels are sexually monomorphic, so there’s no way to tell their sex.)
But interestingly, the squirrel seems to have noticed our bird camera, and though it doesn’t know it actually is, there’s nothing it likes more than staring into it. It even likes doing that more than it likes eating…
Nur bei Grün den Kindern ein Kreuzstich
So, everyone knows that Dove does lovely cross-stitching, but she is not the only cross-stitcher in this house. However, while hers are all lovely patterns based on books, or poems, or lovely concept albums, or friendship, mine are based on weirdly patronizing German street signs.
Crossword time!
One of the hobbies that I tend not to tell people about is my love of crosswords. With most major newspapers putting both a quick and a cryptic on their website every day (and Cyclops in Private Eye, my favourite cryptic, arriving every fortnight), it’s pretty easy to indulge.
But for a while I’ve wanted to have a go at crafting my own. So, without further ado, here’s my first full attempt at a cryptic, hosted by the lovely Across Crosswords:
City of Bones – Chapter 7
Is this semi-regularity? Why I think it could be!
Had a very good weekend at the German iaido nationals over the weekend, and feel somewhat better about my hobby of being mean about people’s work on the internet.
So, without further ado, let’s go through THE FIVE-DIMENSIONAL DOOR!
