Kaymyth

As much as I like to think about being a Coinshot, the truth of the matter is that I have terrible vertigo and would probably never be able to get the hang of it. So...bendalloy Allomancy, for stealing some extra time when I'm in a cosplay crunch. Brass Feruchemy, because I'm never the right temperature.

Probably nothing good. Wax was being slow on the uptake, though. I suspected who she really was when she said, "I was never Lessie." And I had it confirmed as soon as she talked about not having the heart to kill Wayne.

Shush, you. I intend to use exactly this combination (as part of a team with some other Allomancers) later in my fanfic, just to keep my double-steel Twinborn Eva from getting too uppity. Metalminds aren't leechable unless they're inside the body. They do burn, but it takes longer/more concentration to leech out invested metal. Conjecture: Also, I would surmise that the target must actually be capable of burning the metalminds in question.

We...we do still have fax machines at my workplace. We have customers who still haven't gotten those newfangled computer-thingies out at their places of business, and internet is right out. Accomplished things today: *Finished sewing together the dressform fabric. Installed a drawstring for the bottom, a plastic hoop to keep its shape until stuffing, and cardboard circles to stiffen the neck and arm stoppers. *Likewise, put spray-in insulation into the ribcage of the plastic skeleton that's going inside to keep that part from having squish. This dressform is for corsets, so it has to squish in the right places. *Tipped all of the bones for the corset. Corset itself is already sewn together, all boning channels in, and top binding on. It just needs to be boned, the bottom binding sewn, and grommeted. *Used the Oxford Comma like a rock star. Tomorrow, the dressform will be assembled and stuffed, corset finished and tied onto the form. Then it will be time to start attaching scale mail!

Adventures in dealing with my mother today. No, Mom, I can't come up this weekend for you to take pictures. Had you actually asked me when you were making plans, I would have told you that we were not available this weekend. Nor do we intend to cancel the plans that we already RSVP'd to two months ago to suit your desires. What's really sad is that I wound up playing some of her own passive-aggressive cards back at her. Ironically, had I not done so, she would be mad at me. Since I did do so, now she feels like she had some ownership of things and is not mad but merely disappointed. I swear, she didn't use to be like this. But the older she gets, the more like her mother and her mother's mother she gets. It's maddening. I just dearly hope and pray that the influence of my dad's genes is enough to overcome any tendencies I might have to go down that path later in life, because I do not want to put my poor husband through that crap.

Which one? Swift as Steel is a Mistborn Era 2 fanfic, so won't be published, but will be up online somewhere or another around February. The other two series ideas are just in their nascent stages right now, but may eventually be published. Maybe. Someday. If I somehow find a publisher nuts enough to do it. But, the basic ideas: Fantasy series - A world that has relied on magic for centuries realizes that their magic is dying. Faced with the fate of their civilization crumbling (literally; they do everything with magic, the poor useless dears), they go to their Great Sages to divine a solution. They find their savior on the world of their peoples' origin long ago, a world without magic. Summoning up some of their precious remaining magic reserves, they open the long-closed bridge between worlds and bring her through. They expected a Great Sorcerer who would revive their dying magic. What they got was a graduate engineering student with a penchant for sarcasm. Shenanigans ensue. Sci-Fi series - The Calculus of Thought is a small cargo (and occasional smuggling) ship captained by a woman with some...issues, shall we say, with the Terran government's treatment of her family. Hopefully lots of hijinks, with a longer running plot thread that delves into the nature of artificial intelligence and what makes a person a person.

Nice! Just south of Des Moines, which is about as much city as you can get in Iowa. Definitely in the land of corn and cows.

I probably should. I'll get there eventually. NaNo last year is where the first 50,000 words of Swift as Steel came from. (And then it took the rest of the year to write the subsequent 67,000.) I'm participating this year, but not in the normal way. I'm going to use the time to do my rewrite. At the point, I want a finished thing ready to put up online more than I want to start another project right away. I figure if nothing else, this is good practice and might build up a following of a few people cheering me on to write my own stuff. Which I somehow already seem to have, in spite of only a teensy bit of writing examples from me up on 17S.

These are projects that aren't going to come out quickly, I'm afraid. Once Swift as Steel is done and up, a lot of my energy is going to be focused on costuming for the 2016 convention rounds. Next year is going to be a big one for me, con-wise, as I'm going to both Costume Con and WorldCon. I do not. There are a lot of things I probably should pay attention to that I just don't have the spoons for.

Actually, it's pretty explicitly stated that he could see the potential futures here, and that he saw a potential disaster if Wax was told about who Paalm was. He could see a bunch of potential futures, and picked the choices that had the greatest chance of not going to heck in a handbasket. He was stuck between a choice of telling Wax and watching everything fall apart, or not telling Wax - this saved the day, but also wound up breaking Wax's heart all over again.

Though in his early Lawkeeper career, Wax was a pretty terrible shot. I think it's a case of having to translate skills over; you can be an awesome shot as a Coinshot, but it takes practice to get good with a gun. In Wax's case, I think he's probably using Steelpushes on his bullets as he fires them, possibly without realizing what he's doing.

Funny thing, it wasn't that I was chock-full of ideas, it's that I thought, "Hmm, what could I come up with if I wanted to write X type of original thing?" And they just...popped into being. I'm not quite sure how I did it, but now I've got the seeds for both a full fantasy series and a rollicking sci-fi adventure trilogy. I already thought too much! Now those thoughts are organizing and insisting on being written down. My thoughtmeats are unionizing, is what I'm saying. I blame Brandon Sanderson. In the past, any stupid story ideas that popped into my mind would be immediately relegated to the space of stupid daydreams, because nobody but me wanted to see any of that nonsense. I've read tons of books, had so many favorite authors, but none of that pushed me into anything more than thought. But then Mistborn Era 2 came along and Eva woke up, insisting on being written, and it's started a tidal wave of stories.

So, in the past few weeks, I've germinated a couple of story idea seeds for my own original fiction stuff. I thought when I started writing Swift as Steel that I'd just get this one fanfic book (wait, no, series) out of my system, and that would be all of the literary creative talent that I had to offer. Nope. If anything, writing stuff has made me just want to write more stuff. And the more stuff may eventually become publishable stuff. I have no idea, but I keep getting the rather distinct impression that Djehuty* is laughing at me. *Djehuty, more popularly known as Thoth. One of my Three. The Egyptian god of wisdom, magic, oh and writing.

The Time Lords are the Doctors' people. (Also called Gallifreyans, though the general consensus is that not all Gallifreyans wind up going through the schooling necessary to become Time Lords.)

Slowswift!

I vastly prefer my contact lenses to glasses. Though that may have something to do with me being so horribly near-sighted that my glasses are coke-bottle thick monstrosities on the feather-weight twice-as-thin-as-normal lenses. I am legally not allowed to drive unless I'm wearing my contacts or glasses. Which makes perfect sense, as I'm not sure I could find the road without them.

It's Mystery Science Theater 3000, people! (Ye gods, I feel so old.) OK, RippleGylf, go!

Huh. Here I always thought the sorta-random topic jumping was just me being weird. (Though I swear it's not really random. It's my my brain playing Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon with itself.) *hugs!*

You're right. That song is much better.

I...know the answer, but I don't want to have to think of a new thing for people to guess.

I know, but "natural log" doesn't fit the rhyming scheme! And neither does reducing down the fraction!

You can if you want to, but I've had a cousin poke it to make sure it's true. It is. There's another calc equation that reads like a limerick out there, too, but I don't remember it offhand. This one is the one I learned in college. It's...also the only thing I actually remember from Calc.

And now we know: calculus limericks kill threads.

Because no discussion about Aquaman is complete without this picture:

OK, kids, it's limerick time! Translation under the spoiler tags: I love being a nerd.