an italian man joins the staff of one of the US’s most popular weekly magazines
he is Time’s new Roman
then he does some live reporting from a helicopter
and he is arial
this is sooooo lazy i thought about my joke a lot it had 3 count ‘em 3 pun elements yours had one
you’ll have to excuse me for not being a font of wit at the moment
i suspect the expected documentation is the discounted proof of payment/transit pass
and i think there’s a disability card you’re issued but i have no idea how one goes about getting one and it’s probably a pain in the ass to navigate all the red tape
12.07 Somatoform disorders: Physical symptoms for which there are no demonstrable organic findings or known physiological mechanisms.
The required level of severity for these disorders is met when the requirements in both A and B are satisfied.
A. Medically documented by evidence of one of the following:
1. A history of multiple physical symptoms of several years duration, beginning before age 30, that have caused the individual to take medicine frequently, see a physician often and alter life patterns significantly; or
2. Persistent nonorganic disturbance of one of the following:
a. Vision, or
b. Speech; or
c. Hearing; or
d. Use of a limb; or
e. Movement and its control (e.g., coordination disturbance, psychogenic seizures, akinesia, dyskinesia; or
f. Sensation (e.g., diminished or heightened).
3. Unrealistic interpretation of physical signs or sensations associated with the preoccupation or belief that one has a serious disease or injury;
B. Resulting in at least two of the following:
1. Marked restriction of activities of daily living; or
2. Marked difficulties in maintaining social functioning; or
3. Marked difficulties in maintaining concentration, persistence, or pace; or
4. Repeated episodes of decompensation, each of extended duration.
jay i think we qualify under this one
what is the distinction between chronic pain you just have to deal with and disability anyway
can i ask people to let me sit down on a crowded bus or do i need to have something that shows up on a medical exam
wow i’m really disappointed with matthew mayfield. his song “come back home” is really excellent but the rest of his songs are just kind of…. generic
like soft rock kwave 97 FM would eat this shit up
sighs heavily, goes back to noah gundersen radio
COLD STEEL events
To support the release of the third and final volume of the Spiritwalker Trilogy I will be at the following bookstores/events:
Borderlands Books, San Francisco, CA: Thursday June 27 at 7 pm
with Katharine Kerr who will also have a new book out, Sorcerer’s Luck.
Mysterious Galaxy San Diego, Saturday June 29 at 2 pm
New York City: NYRSF reading Tuesday July 2 (other author TBA) at 7 pm
University Bookstore, Seattle, WA: Monday July 8 at 7 pm
Powells Beaverton, Portland OR: Tuesday July 9 at 7 pm
All events will include reading from Cold Steel, from my forthcoming YA fantasy, and maybe even from the epic fantasy trilogy I’m currently working on, or possibly I will read a short story instead although that might necessitate you believing I can actually write a short story. Which I can. I totally can.
PLUS Q&A (you have to bring the Qs).
AND I will either have print copies of The Secret Journal of Beatrice Hassi Barahal available (art by the awesome Julie Dillon!!!!) OR if it is not yet finished I will have a rough version with some of the illustrations to display and a place to sign up with your email/address to get notification when the print and e-book versions are ready for purchase.
Please know that I would love to see you. Yes, you! Especially YOU!
And your friends, family, or indeed any passers-by you can snag off the street. If I’m not coming to a city near you then send friends or family who live in the area to the event! The more the merrier. If enough people come I will sing OR demonstrate how to paddle an outrigger canoe and punch sharks.
I plan to attend the Sirens Conference in Oregon in October (it’s a wonderful small conference — come if you can!) but besides that the events listed above will be my only appearances in public venues/conventions this year (as far as I know).
A note on bookstore events:
I’m signing at four well regarded and valued independent bookstores. You may bring personal books from home for me to sign. It is not required to buy (for example) Cold Steel or any book from the bookstore but it is always a strong show of support for independent bookstores if you can and do buy a copy of my newest book or, indeed, any book while you’re there (whether or not it is one of mine).
If you’re not able to make the event, I do always sign stock at each bookstore so you can order a signed copy afterward. If you contact any of the bookstores IN ADVANCE you can reserve a book and get it signed to you at the event (by me! not some random book signing gnome).
Finally, if you are so inclined, do feel free to signal boost this announcement. There is always always someone who says afterward: “But I didn’t know you would be here!”
signal boost! I love these books somuch :D
sitting in my favourite wine/coffee bar drinking tea and enthusing about adolescent lycanthropes in space via the free wifi
yeah this is actually the life
Q:✪ something from a thing I'd know about if you have it, or anything you got on hand if you don't
Clint’s barely into the Tower when Natasha’s there, silent at his side, a bump at his shoulder. “Hey,” he says, and she smiles her own greeting.
“Hawkeye! Where have you been, we need you desperately, we are getting Spangles up to speed on pop culture, you look like a fellow who knows his rock ‘n roll.” Stark has his grin and his sunglasses on, always wearing some kind of fucking armour. When Clint doesn’t want to punch him in the face, he’s not that bad. Kind of overenthusiastic, maybe. It’s probably a really good thing he’s a hero and not a villain. But then, that could probably be said for most of them.
Not that some of them haven’t been both.
“Just feed him some Springsteen and the Stones,” Clint tells him. Natasha bumps him again, and he brushes his fingers against her wrist; things are okay right now. Mission Teach Cap About The Twenty-First Century has been pretty entertaining, if ineffective. Mostly because Stark won’t let anyone else take control and Stark never left the angry white boy phase even though Clint’s pretty sure he ain’t even white. Banner’s got this weird collection of indie films, “world” music, and old country. Cap liked the Johnny Cash and didn’t really give a shit about the rest, not that Clint can blame him.
Natasha won’t get involved, which is a shame, because Cap’s reaction to riot grrl bands would be utterly priceless.
“Oh come on, Barton, everyone knows that, where’s your hidden gems?”
Cap appears at the top of the stairs. They’ve dressed him down since his first SHIELD days and he’s taken to jeans and t-shirts like a pro, but the damn boy scout haircut completely ruins the regular dude effect. Steve Rogers is probably the whitest white boy Clint’s ever seen. Rock ‘n’ roll? That’s not a question at all, but he can find that shit himself. Clint’s got a better idea.
“Hey, Cap, they played you any Tupac yet?”
the one with a really anachronistic title:
“Isabela,” he asks on a quieter evening, “why do you follow Hawke?”
“Arse like that, who wouldn’t?” Her mouth curves up on both sides, eyelids hanging low, which says she’s baiting him. “Notice how he always walks in front? He’s so considerate. And those Red Hand leathers are so… accentuating.”
“And here I thought it was for my glorious pelt,” Varric calls from the bar, where he’s been chatting with the innkeeper. “Rivaini, I’m wounded!”
Isabela laughs, open-mouthed and full. She’s so vivid and alive, settled into her own skin, solid where Fenris shifts to fit. Of the whole party, she always seems the most comfortable. Perhaps that’s what makes her so easy to be around — she needs nothing and demands nothing. If she’s hiding something, it’s not her expectations.
She’s giving him the sidelong glance now. “Why do you follow Hawke?”
“I’m… not sure.”
It’s somehow the truth. And by the grace of the Maker, she doesn’t question it, just gives him that all-knowing smile again and leans forward across the table. “He’s not like any mage I ever met,” she confides in a low voice. “And I knew the Hero of Ferelden.”
The elven mage who’d stopped the Blight. Her story had trickled up over the waking sea and into Rivain, where Fenris had spent a fair few months dodging Danarius’ trackers. It hadn’t seemed to matter all that much, what mages did all the way in Ferelden. Surely it would never affect him. How times have changed.
“What was she like?” he asks now. Another Merrill perhaps — though perhaps Merrill was more a product of the Dalish than anything else. Or another Anders, self-righteous and angst-ridden. There’s a sorry thought.
Isabela snorts softly. “Her bite was even worse than her bark,” she says. “A real stuck-up grouch and the sorest loser you ever met. But she was powerful, and she did save us all.” She raises her mug in a kind of salute and drains the rest of her drink. A wash of rum-scented air wafts across Fenris’ face.