Recursion

Malarkey

Making stuff up for a laugh (static HTML remix)

On and off, I write SF stories. Sadly more off than on, because Computer eats my brain on a regular basis.

Looking at the wrong things

Pillbox bingo

I have weird friends. Or rather, they have me and I… No.

633 squadron

Strategein Gegen Clue

It is twenty-six years to the day since I found this image.

Construction time again

Swearing Is Big and Clever

WAT A 60p-from-ebay cuckoo clock hacked about enough such that it calls you a twat.

Construction time again

The system of objects.

WAT A PMS7003 particle dust sensor hooked to some hacky code to make Geiger noises, and stuffed into a scavenged meter to make it look like proper test-gear.

Humppa party

Seeing through time / I miss Lavazza Mattino

One of the things that seems to define life events for me is the smell of fresh coffee.

Halfwittering

The sound of angry young Winchcombe

Oh look another ramble, and I will spend the section of text that people get to see as they scroll down going ‘oh god what is she on about now?

Trans

During a quite remarkable session on Messenger this afternoon (I’d write ‘chat’, but while I wish it was actual physical talking, it isn’t), my splendid correspondent reminded me of a regular day/dream I used to have in the early 80s.

Wind up robot

Towards a theory of the pixie event horizon

Elsenet (as said once in 1995 on The Well, by someone who probably quite liked Bruce Sterling books and had a pile of Mondo 2000 mags) someone was pondering-out-loud (Twitter.

Fashion police five

Spod comedy

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About

Hello, I’m Julia Unix hacker (FreeBSD, SunOS, Solaris, HP/UX, Linux) SF writer (List of things with my stories in elsewhere) Trans woman (Apparently I piss some people off merely by existing.

Muppetry

One of them days / I dunno mate I just work here.

Oh, computer. The ancient m/b, which I had managed to keep mostly working by throwing a SSD and lots of memory at, finally couldn’t keep up with the weight of the JS required to make FB work.

Filthy racket

Techno notice

I’ve been in absolute pieces wrt SOPHIE and I have been struggling for an even slightly rational explanation, but I think it’s about multiple wolves.

Malarkey

Futility

The last few weeks I have been regularly moved to tears by the toast-rack in one of the kitchen drawers.

Sprockets

No more trousers for John Quays

(This is a C&P from an aged LJ post, inspired by some tangenteering on someone else’s FB.

Monotype

Tuesday book club with Neasden Postlethwaite

I’m not sure I should bother others with weird dreams because they’re usually meaningless, but this one was, well…

Interociter

The excitement never starts

One of the things that I’m doing at work is hacking on our VM-build rig so that is it less terrible to use.

Angry brigade

A pictorial guide to the mountains of madness

Many years ago, when plotting my escape from VBCnet (ISP. Run by a Vietnam vet, which was, um, interesting) I went for an interview at something called X-Stream.