Sunday, August 3rd, 2025 11:35 am
At the start of last month, I wrote a piece on Brass Banding (the radio series, but also the wider concept) and along the way went down a bit of a rabbit hole listening to the back catalogue of it’s presenter Hannah Peel. The album that I’m writing about today - and that has been on heavy rotation all month - fit that theme admirably as it’s a symphonic piece written for analogue synthesisers and brass band. It’s also absolutely glorious.

Mary Casio: Journey to Cassiopeia is a seven movement work describing an imagined journey by - and I’m just going to quote the press release here - “an unknown, elderly, pioneering, electronic musical stargazer and her lifelong dream to leave her terraced home in the mining town of Barnsley, South Yorkshire, to see Cassiopeia for herself”. Apparently inspired by the quote that “we have a hundred billion neurons in our brains, as many as there are stars in the sky”. In my research adventures looking into the origins and inspirations for the album, I read a review that described it as being like a team up between the Flaming Lips and the Brighouse and Rastrick Band, and that really does hit the nail on the head. (While last month’s album made me feel that I’d have loved it substantially more if I’d encountered it twenty years ago, this is an album that I love now and yet still dearly want to press onto my seventeen year old self because it would blow her mind.) It’s a symphony for analogue synth and brass band - Tubular Brass to give them their due - and achieves that rare thing of balancing both in a way that shows affection and respect for both elements while combining and pushing them into something greater than a sum of their parts.

As I’ve often noted in my Tectonics reviews, even when writing for orchestra, electronic and modern classical composers lean heavily on strings and percussion and often ignore the more experimental potential of the brass section - if they even know what to do with it in the first place, sometimes they miss it out entirely. One of my favourite things about Public Service Broadcasting’s oeuvre is that they know what to do with a brass section - to the extent that when they do live shows, if there’s any non-electric instruments it’s usually a bit of brass. (The do love a wee wind trio of trumpet, trombone and saxophone.) But that’s generally the exception rather than the rule, it’s rare to get something that really explores the joys of brass and syths working together to build a greater whole. It’s incredibly cinematic, music fit for wider screen vistas or a planetarium show. The electronics are dreamy and gorgeous, but it’s the beautifully layered brass that really opens us up to the scale of what’s being depicted. It’s also a piece composed by someone who loves brass band music in it’s own right, who understands how epic and transporting brass - specifically this was written for a colliery brass band rather than an orchestra section, it’s a very specific sound - can be while being at the same time such a grounding and physically solid presence. There’s a gorgeous solo - is it a flugel horn or a cornet I puzzled for ages, the reason I couldn’t identify it is became it is in fact a synth! - in the second movement - Sunrise Through The Dusty Nebula - a segment that evokes both a brass band playing in a village hall, dust motes dancing in shafts of sunlight from high windows, and cinematic shots from the window of the ISS of the sun rising over the Earth amid the darkness of space. This is music for lying in the grass on a pitch black night in the middle of nowhere watching the stars wheel overhead.

The run time is just shy of thirty seven minutes, and if no-one uses it as the soundtrack to a short science-fiction film - ideally animated, perhaps heavy on the homage to both Wallace & Gromit and the works of Raymond Briggs and Oliver Postgate - then they’re missing a trick. (Now I want to use it to re-score A Grand Day Out…)
Saturday, August 2nd, 2025 08:49 pm
1) Just a quick follow-up note to the [community profile] sunshine_revival's Challenge 6 which asked about gaming. One thing I started doing earlier this year was crosswords. I'm rather surprised I never did them as a kid given how much I read and how verbal I was, plus I liked puzzles. I guess no one ever introduced them to me, though I suppose puzzles for kids was a less discoverable publication.

And trying them now I can see that even stuff labeled as "for the whole family" would have been too hard. One definitely needs to learn the conventions and accept that some clues are not only unguessable but the creators sure take a lot of license with words used. Read more... )

2) Have started posting photos of our stay in Agate Beach at [community profile] common_nature

3) Back in December I began having arm pain centered around each elbow which would radiate down to the right hand sometimes. I brought it up at my annual checkup in April, at which time I had already been doing PT exercises for it for months, wearing braces on both hands to sleep, to exercise and to type at the computer, and yet it wasn't any better. Read more... )

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Sunday, August 3rd, 2025 06:36 pm
How're you gonna send your "thoughts-and-prayers" email on Friday? At this point, silence would've been better. (I have no idea how I got on the mayor's email list.)

Speaking of the shooting, my aunt texted me to check in. She, uh, she called me by the name I tried out for like five minutes in middle school. I have no idea how she remembered that. I barely remember that. But at least she didn't ask after Mommy's health this time.

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Saturday, August 2nd, 2025 05:02 pm
Well, the mammogram wasn't painful at all, uncomfortable yes - I had to contort my body, also a lot faster than the last one. (I can't decide if opting not to do the enhanced digital imaging helped in that regard or not? Or maybe it was the technician? I liked this technician better than the one I had for the last three times I did it.) It took maybe fifteen minutes. While the last one took a thirty minutes.

Afterwards I tried to go to Duman but alas it wasn't open yet. (I also couldn't remember where it was. I knew it was on Court, but thought it was closer to the grocery store - in reality it was five blocks north of the Union Grocery Store. I did not go to that grocery store, instead I walked a good ten blocks to the Health Food Store across from Carroll Park, and bought a bunch of gluten free items that I've not found elsewhere - Read more... )

It's a good thing I didn't try to meet Wales for brunch - since I got out of there by 9:25, and was done with my errands by 10:30, and home by 11.

I decided, after a quick snack, to take a walk, sat for a bit in a garden:
garden )

And then went to Hamilton's for lunch. Since it was a lovely day, in the upper-70s, with a nice breeze, I chose to sit outside under the blue domed canopy on the side street, listening to an audiobook via my ipods (which I'd gotten dirt cheap for $24 on Amazon some time ago). food good, service was lacking )



After that, I walked off the meal by wandering towards Greenwood Cemetery - I wanted a small water bottle but the eateries only served teas and coffee.
I did however find Uncle Frankie's Pizza, which serves gluten free crust. It's brick over pizza with gluten free crust - and you can get it to go. Definitely going back there. I may drag Wales there at some point.

I almost wished I'd gone there today, but I wanted a burger, fries, and an iced tea, and to sit outside in the shade, listening to an audio book, while I watched people.

Uncle Frankie's as you can see below (well not everyone, but those who can) doesn't quite provide that - all they provide is an uncomfortable picnic table.



Then off I went to GreenWood Cemetery - but didn't take that long a walk, because I ended up getting a blister on my right ankle, from wearing sneakers with no socks. I'd done it before. Hadn't gotten any blisters. Even wore them to work and back, no blisters. I have no idea why I got blisters on that foot today. It hurt for a bit, then didn't. So I managed to make it home. Then it hurt again. I have a band-aid on it now and am nursing it.
Greenwood Cemetery )

Did however manage to take some photos of flowers on the way to the cemetery, which I'll leave you with while I continue to nurse my blister.
All in all, I clocked over 12,000 steps today and approximately 5.5 miles. Read more... )

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Saturday, August 2nd, 2025 04:31 pm
Happy Saturday! How's the writing along?
  • Great!
  • Good
  • Alright
  • Could be better/could be worse
  • Poorly
  • I thought about writing here and there.
  • I didn't get any writing done. (Either taking a break, or had some plans that day.)
Saturday, August 2nd, 2025 04:11 pm
there's a pond with lots of frogs at my job and on my breaks I walk the perimeter and every couple steps I hear a croak and a sploosh and see one swim away. not this guy though, he wasn't scared of me at all :)

Saturday, August 2nd, 2025 01:45 pm


Our next travel stop was the Newport area and our hotel at Agate Beach. There was some fog the day we arrived but the next day dawned completely clear, giving us great views of the nearby lighthouse.

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Saturday, August 2nd, 2025 02:16 pm
Read Books & Islands in Ojibwe Country: Traveling Through the Land of My Ancestors by Louise Erdrich, which I picked up on my recent trip to Minneapolis,* because of course I had to stop by Birchbark Books, the bookstore Erdrich owns and thinly fictionalized as the setting for her 2021 novel The Sentence. This is a 2003 memoir about a road(/boat) trip Erdrich took with her then-just shy of two-year-old youngest daughter, to visit the "painted islands" - with Anishinaabe rock paintings - of the Lake of the Woods and Mallard Island, former home of conservationist/writer Ernest Oberholtzer turned educational retreat under the Oberholtzer Foundation, which maintains - among other things - his vast book collection. Slim, lovely book with a smattering of charcoal illustrations, and interesting to notice that more than a few of Erdrich's musings/memories recounted here later made it into The Sentence: the idea of a dictionary being the book you'd want to bring to a desert island, a beloved elm tree in front of her house lost to a storm, etc.

Read And Then There Were (N-One) by Sarah Pinsker (Uncanny Magazine, 2017), which is more what I had expected from Ángel Bonomini's The Novices of Lerna than that novella had turned out to be. The Book of Love by Kelly Link has gone in some deeply creepy directions and continues to be very, very good. I've also started listening to Babel by R.F. Kuang as an audiobook, which I'm enjoying so far, although the sanctimonious footnotes are getting really annoying really fast— like, yeah, no, I can figure out for myself that imperialism is bad and many 19th century attitudes have aged badly, thanks!

* I was in town for a music festival and saw Hozier AND Motion City Soundtrack (with Patrick Stump of Fall Out Boy (!) filling in for frontman Justin Pierre, who couldn't perform for health reasons) AND Fall Out Boy AND Green Day (third time total, and just under the wire for twice in one year (July 29, 2024 and July 20, 2025)) in the space of three days and I had a great time!!!
Saturday, August 2nd, 2025 12:52 pm

Posted by John Scalzi

A pretty great way to wake up on a Saturday is with a starred review of your upcoming book waiting from you. This one is from Kirkus. Here’s a link with to the full review, with the caveat that there are some mild spoilers in it, but the summation line seen above is almost certainly the pull quote that will go on all our messaging: “Classic Scalzi space opera at its wisecracking, politically pointed, and, somehow, fiercely optimistic finest.” Hey! I’ve done what I’ve been doing long enough for it to be “classic”! This is fantastic and also a real “If you’ve been reading Scalzi from the beginning, please schedule a colonoscopy” moment, if you ask me.

For those keeping score at home, this is the second starred review for The Shattering Peace, the first having come from Library Journal, with an additional positive review from Publishers Weekly. We’re in a good place with this one, I’m happy today, at least with the trade magazines. We’ll see what actual readers think of it soon.

More Shattering Peace news, including an official tour schedule, soon —

— JS

Saturday, August 2nd, 2025 03:03 pm
Stella Duffy: Theodora : The Empress Theodora is one of those historical characters I am perennially interested in, and I have yet to find a novel about her entire life that truly satisfies me. So far, Gillian Bradshaw's The Bearkeeper's Daughter comes closest, but a) it's only about her last two or so years, and b) while she is a very important character, the main character is actually someone else, to wit, her illegitimate son through whose eyes we get to see her. This actually is a good choice, it helps maintaining her ambiguiity and enigmatic qualities while the readers like John (the main character) hear all kind of contradictory stories about her and have to decide what to believe. But it's not the definite take on Theodora's life I'm still looking for. Last year I came across James Conroyd Martin's Fortune's Child, which looked like it had another intriguing premise (Theodora dictating her memoirs to a Eunuch who used to be a bff but now has reason to hate her) but alas, squandered it. But I'm not giving up, and after hearing an interview with Stella Duffy about Theodora, both the woman and her novel, I decided to tackle this one, and lo: still not the novel about her entire life (it ends when she becomes Empress) I'm looking for, but still far better than Martin's while covering essentially the same biographical ground (i.e. Theodora's life until she becomes Empress; Martin wrote another volume about her remaining years, but since the first one let me down, I haven't read the second one).

What I appreciate about Duffy's Theodora: It does a great job bringing Constantinople to life, and our heroine's rags to riches story, WITHOUT either avoiding the dark side (there isn't even a question as to whether young - and I do mean very young - Theodora and her sisters have to prostitute themselves when becoming actresses, nobody assumes there is a choice, it's underestood to be part of the job) or getting salacious with it. There are interesting relationships between women (as between Theodora and Sophia, a dwarf). The novel makes it very clear that the acrobatics and body control expected from a comic actress (leaving the sexual services aside) are tough work and the result of brutal training, and come in handy for Theodora later when she has to keep a poker face to survive in very different situation. The fierce theological debates of the day feature and are explained in a way that is understandable to an audience which doesn't already know what Monophysites believe in, what Arianism is and why the Council of Chalcedon is important. (Theological arguments were a deeply important and constant aspects of Byzantine daily life in all levels of society, were especially important in the reign of Justinian and Theodora and are still what historical novels tend to avoid.) Not everyone who dislikes our heroine is evil and/or stupid (that was one of the reasons why I felt let down by Martin). I.e. Theodora might resent and/or dislike them in turn, but the author, Duffy, still shows the readers where they are coming from. (For example: Justinian's uncle Justin was an illiterate soldier who made it to the throne. At which point his common law wife became his legal wife and Empress. She was a former slave. This did not give her sympathy for Theodora later, on the contrary, she's horrified when nephew Justinian gets serious with a former actress. In Martin's novel, she therefore is a villain, your standard evil snob temporarily hindering the happy resolution, and painted as hypocritical to boot because of her own past. In Duffy's, Justinian replies to Theodora's "She hasn't worked a day in her life" with a quiet "she was a slave", and the narration points out that Euphemia's constant sense of fear of the past, of the past coming back, as a former slave is very much connected to why she'd want her nephew to make an upwards, not downwards marriage. She's still an impediment to the Justinian/Theodora marriage, but the readers get where she's coming from.

Even more importantly: instead of the narration claiming that Theodora is so beautiful (most) people can't resist her, the novel lets her be "only" avaragely pretty BUT with the smarts, energy and wit to impress people, and we see that in a show, not tell way (i.e. in her dialogue and action), not because we're constantly told about it. She's not infallible in her judgments and guesses (hence gets blindsided by a rival at one point), which makes her wins not inevitable but feeling earned. And while the novel stops just when Theodora goes from being the underdog to being the second most powerful person in the realm, what we've seen from her so far makes it plausible she will do both good and bad things as an Empress.

Lastly: the novel actually does something with Justinian and manages to make him interesting. I've noticed other novelists dealing with Theodora tend to keep him off stage as if unsure how to handle him. Duffy goes for workoholic geek who gets usually underestimated in the characterisation, and the only male character interested in Theodora in the novel who becomes friends with her first; in Duffy's novel, she originally becomes closer to him basically as an agent set on him by the (Monophysite) Patriarch of Alexandria who wants the persecution of the Monophysites by Justinian's uncle Justin to end and finds herself falling for him for real, so if you like spy narratives, that's another well executed trope, and by the time the novel ends, you believe these two have become true partners in addition to lovers. In conclusion: well done, Stella Duffy!


Grace Tiffany: The Owl was a Baker's Daughter. The subtitle of this novel is "The continuing adventures of Judith Shakespeare", from which you may gather it's the sequel to a previous novel. It does, however, stand on its own, and I can say that because I haven't read the first novell, which is titled "My Father had a daughter", the reason being that I heard the author being interviewed about the second novel and found the premise so interesting that I immediately wanted to read it, whereas the first one sounded a bit like a standard YA adventure. What I heard about the first one: it features Shakespeare's younger daughter, Judith, running away from home for a few weeks dressed up as a boy and inevitably ending up in her father's company of players. What I had heard about the second one: features Judith at age 61 during the English Civil War. In the interview I had heard, the author said the idea came to her when she realised that Judith lived long enough to hail from the Elizabethan Age but end up in the Civil War and the short lived English Republic. And I am old enough to now feel far more intrigued by a 61 years old heroine than by a teenage one, though I will say I liked The Owl was a Baker's Daughter so much that I will probably read the first novel after all. At any rate, what backstory you need to know the second novel tells you. We meet Judith at a time of not just national but personal crisis: she's now outlived all three of her children, with the last one most recently dead, and her marriage to husband Tom Quiney suffers from it. This version of Judith is a midwife plus healer, having picked up medical knowledge from her late brother-in-law Dr. Hall, and has no sooner picked up a new apprentice among the increasing number of people rendered homeless by the war raging between King and Parliament, a young Puritan woman given to bible quoting with a niece who spooks the Stratfordians by coming across as feral, that all three of them are suspected after Judith delivers a baby who looks like he will die. (In addition to everything else, this is the height of the witchhunting craze after all.) Judith goes on the run and ends up alternatingly with both Roundheads and Cavaliers, as she tries to survive. (Both Charles I. and Oliver Cromwell get interesting cameos - Stratford isn't THAT far from Oxford where Charles has his headquarters, after all, while London is where Judith is instinctively drawn to due to her youthful adventure there - , but neither is the hero of the tale.)

Not the least virtue of this novel is that it avoids the two extremes of English Civil War fiction. Often when the fiction in question sides with Team Cromwell, the Royalists are aristo rapists and/or crypto Catholic bigots, while if it sides with Team Charles the revolutionaries are all murderous Puritans who hate women. Not so here. Judith's husband is a royalist while she's more inclined towards the Parliament's cause, but mostly as a professional healer she's faced with the increasing humber of wounded and dead people on both sides. Both sides have sympathetic characters championing them. (For example, Judith's new apprentice Jane has good reason to despise all things royal while the old friend she runs into, the actor Nathan Field, is for very good reason less than keen on the party that closed the theatres.) Making Judith luke warm towards either cause and mostly going for a caustic no nonsense "how do I get out of this latest danger?" attitude instead of being a true partisan for either is admittedly eaier for the general audience, but it's believable, and at any rate the sense of being in a topsy turvy world where both on a personal level (a marriage that has been going strong for decades is now threatening to break apart, not just because of their dead sons but also because of this) and on a general level all old certainties now seem to be in doubt is really well drawn. And all the characters come across vividly, both the fictional ones like Jane and the historical ones, be they family like Judith's sister Susanna Hall (very different from her, but the sisters have a strong bond, and I was ever so releaved Grace Tiffany didn't play them out against each other, looking at you, Germaine Greer) or VIPs (see above re: Cromwell and Charles I.). And Judith's old beau Nathan Fields is in a way the embodiment of the (now banished) theatre, incredibly charming and full of fancy but also unreliable and impossible to pin down. You can see both why he and Judith have a past and why she ended up with Quiney instead.

Would this novel work if the heroine wasn't Shakespeare's daughter but an invented character? Yes, but the Shakespeare connection isn't superficial, either. Judith thinks of both her parents (now that she's older than her father ever got to be) with that awareness we get only when the youth/age difference suddenly is reversed, and the author gives her a vivid imagination and vocabulary, and when the Richard II comparisons to the current situation inevitably come, they feel believable, right and earned. All in all an excellent novel, and I'm glad to have read it.
Friday, August 1st, 2025 09:56 pm
The weather has cooled off considerably since we had rain all day yesterday. Thank dog. It was really lovely, just around 68 - 70 when I ran out this morning to my massage appointment and to go grocery shopping. Cool enough to be enjoyable, but warm enough for the young, muscular young jogger I passed on the way home to be running with his shirt off. (*oogles like the dirty old lady that I am*)

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When I pulled up to the traffic light on the traffic circle this morning, there were more than a half dozen cars in front of me. All white. All mostly the same profile (cars have been wind tunneled into all having the same shape). The only difference between then were their manufacturer’s logos and the shape of their tail lights. When did cars get so boring? And why are the only colors available white, pearl, grey, charcoal, and black? Don't we all want some color in this world?

I also passed a PT Cruiser this morning, and I realized that outside of my father’s (which he finally sent off to the junkyard this year) I can’t remember the last time I saw a PT Cruiser on the road. *googles* They only made them between 2000 - 2010, which means that they’re all 15 - 25 years old. I checked Facebook, and Dad’s was 25 years old. I was pretty sure he must have bought his the first year that they came out, and I was right.

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My Life Is Good t-shirts arrived. I’d looked at so many different designs that I’d almost forgotten which ones I actually ordered, so the unboxing was fun. I now own at least two of my favorite designs in both long sleeve and short sleeve versions.

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Wegmans must be trying to compete with Trader Joes on the fancy chopped salad kits. The Maple Bourbon uncured Bacon chopped salad I had today was delicious. And I need to take a closer look at the salad section, because their website says that they have a Dill Pickle chopped salad kit. I bought a Dill Pickle salad kit a couple of months back at Trader Joes and it was amazeballs. Will have to look for that flavor at Wegmans (I get to Wegmans weekly, but only get to TJ about once every six months).

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Kamala Harris was on the Late Show with Steven Colbert the other night. (1 min Facebook clip) or full half hour interview on YouTube (She’s quite candid in this interview, but at the same time quite guarded.)

Steven “You warned everyone about the future under our President. You said he would prosecute political enemies, he would cut Medicaid and Medicare, ignore court orders, alienate our enemies, give massive tax cuts to the rich. I know you’re not here to say “I told you so”......

But would you like to?”
Friday, August 1st, 2025 08:51 pm


The flowers are outside of a building about a block down from my own, which I passed on my way home from the grocery store today.

On the way to the grocery store - it was spitting or drizzling in snippets, so I had an umbrella. And along the way, ran into a young man eating chips. He was roughly half my height and probably twenties. Attractive for the most part. Thin. Athletic. I was bigger than he was - but I'm bigger than a lot of folks, and have gotten used to it?

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Tomorrow - cancer screening - breasts, and maybe a stop by the linen store on the way home. Wanted to maybe do brunch with Wales, but Wales wants to sleep in and it didn't pan out and I got annoyed.

People have been annoying me lately for some reason or other. I keep wanting to smack them upside the head, which I can't do of course. Also they don't really deserve it. People sometimes are just annoying. I can be annoying. I honestly think it's just the nature of the beast or humanity. We can be an annoying species. How the Earth tolerates us, I don't know.

OR.. I think it's just a combination of not getting enough solid sleep, blood sugar issues, menopause, weather, and ordinary frustrations. Let's face it - life is difficult for everybody.
Friday, August 1st, 2025 08:36 pm
Anyone got a good recipe for corn fritters? We used to make them when I was a kid, but I have not turned up a recipe in the folder of old recipes I inherited from my parents, and neither my brother nor sister had a recipe. I'm guessing it was probably the Bisquick recipe, but I don't have any Bisquick, so I will probably end up halving the Smitten Kitchen recipe.

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Friday, August 1st, 2025 08:49 pm

Posted by John Scalzi

This sculpture? Terrifying. I understand it’s meant to be a celebration of famed basketball coach John Wooden, but what I see is a man driven to the ground in confusion as the upper bodies of the people around him are vaporized, possibly by aliens, possibly by inimical laser-wielding robots. It’s just deeply confusing and concerning, if you ask me, Indianapolis. And you just put it out in public like that.

Questionable sculpture aside, Indianapolis and GenCon have been lovely so far. Tomorrow is the big day for me, programming-wise, so this evening I will probably take it easy. I hope your first weekend of August will be delightful.

— JS

Friday, August 1st, 2025 03:32 pm

Genuinely sad to imagine, in a world where Neil Gaiman is not a complete scumbag, the fandom’s reaction to Jacob Anderson playing That Role in Sandman S2.

Friday, August 1st, 2025 02:37 pm
Good afternoon! It's the start of a new day, a new month.

So, what are your plans for next week?
  • Finish a WIP (whether it's a oneshot, a fic for a challenge/fest, or multi-chapter fic)
  • Start a new project
  • Get some editing done
  • Take a break
  • I have some plans that are other than writing.
Friday, August 1st, 2025 06:00 pm

Posted by rappmoffett

I’m struggling a bit with the Gen Z in the workplace stuff. I was reading this article – https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/careers/opinion-gen-lay-z-why-my-generation-doesn-t-care-about-work/ar-AA1zVH3O?ocid=winp2fptaskbarhover&cvid=fb310fd9b9f44db387e3cc7b946591f3&ei=6

– and its mostly a rant from both sides. The older workers are tired of younger employees who literally don’t give a fuck, and say so, and the younger workers are pointing out that they see no reason in doing more than minimal work when there’s no real pay off and like…. I see the reasons on both sides. On the other hand, I just see some frustrating attitudes that worry me on a weird level.

So here is the question. Gen Z sorts, what did you expect your adult work life to be like?

I see a lot of complaints about not being able to set your own hours, or disliking dress codes, or wanting to work from home and I just have to ask, what did you expect? I’m Gen X, I love working from home, I sure hope my workplace doesn’t go back to office, but if it did, I would either accept it or find another place to work. Likewise with dress codes. Listen, I get it, I’ve worked in office and I am old enough to remember that women were required to wear pantyhose and makeup in the office. Business casual was maybe khakis and a polo or golf shirt on Fridays. I’ve had coworkers sent home to change because they come into work wearing what I can only describe as the dress they went out clubbing in the night before that is so low cut I can pretty much see everything, and I can hear them complaining that its unfair and…. come on. When you are being paid to work at a job that isn’t in your home, your employer does get to decide on what you wear when representing the company.

And folks, I will be the first to tell you that hard work doesn’t always pay off with a promotion. I respect the frustration you may feel on this point because work success is often based on who you connect with and not so much your competency. That said, the slacker doing the minimum to not get fired is rarely offered the best promotions. Why? Because they can’t be trusted to do more than the minimum. I respect not wanting to put serious effort into a workplace when company loyalty is next to zero, but this attitude can be a catch-22. Why should someone who barely does the minimum be trusted with a promotion when they’re sending the vibe that they don’t care about the workplace?

I don’t understand what Gen Z thought work would be like and that’s why I am asking. Did you really think you’d control all your hours, and you’d be allowed to do whatever you want? That any work policy that annoyed you could simply be ignored with no penalty because if you don’t like it, well, you’re the decision maker on it? I ask this because really, as a Gen X person, I can tell you that no, this was not how my adult work life was presented. I was told if I wanted to keep my job, I had to dress a certain way, I had to put time into my work, and the people who got promoted were the ones who showed their interest in the workplace by doing their best consistently. I’m trying to not rant, because I don’t think that’s helpful and I do understand that it seems dumb to work hard at a job when you genuinely don’t like the work or you don’t think you’ll get ahead. I just don’t understand the expectation that workplaces are going to bend. Help me out, is that what you really think?

Friday, August 1st, 2025 12:12 pm
Earlier this month I ordered three towel rods for the bathroom, and got a ridiculous deal. But only one arrived.

The company I bought them from sent one of those "how did we do?" emails, and I wrote them back and told them that I had only received a single towel rod, and was still waiting on the other two. I had even checked the two most likely buildings in the complex for mis-deliveries from my building.

They wrote back and said "According to our records, all three towel rods—including the two 24-inch rods—were packed and shipped together in a single package via UPS with tracking number ####".

Now I'm suddenly glad that I'm a bit behind on hauling the broken down shipping boxes out to the dumpster. Because I was able to pull out the box and take a photo of the shipping label with my measuring tape stretched across the box.

"I believe that your records are incorrect. I have included a photo of the box that my one towel rod arrived in. If you can explain to me how two 24 inch rods could fit into a 16 inch wide box (when the diagonal is only 21 inches) then I'd like to hear it."

Your math ain't mathing buddy. You still owe me two towel rods.

UPDATE: The photo of the box worked. They'll be shipping me two towel rods on Monday.
Friday, August 1st, 2025 08:52 am

Our prompt for August is quick breads! Traditionally quick breads are muffins or loaves leavened with things other than yeast and made with a batter rather than a dough, but this is gluten-free country and nothing's traditional, so let's just take it to mean these are breads (or bread like things) you can throw together quickly.

To fill this prompt, you can:

  1. Slide into the comments of this post and share a link to a recipe, product, or resource and why you like it.
  2. Write up a favorite recipe and post it to the comm.
  3. Post a review of a related product or cookbook to the comm.
  4. Try someone's recipe and reply to their post (or comment) with any changes you made and how it turned out.
Monthly prompts are only for inspiration and not a requirement. You can post whatever you like to the comm whenever you like as long as it meets the community guidelines.

And, a reminder, you can now tag your own posts!