Bah

Jun. 14th, 2017 04:04 pm
bunn: (Bah)
Edged out of a wobbly old Cornish junction with a building hanging perilously over it, into an unexpected!Landrover.

Lost a chunk of Helga Saab's bumper and probably responsible for repairing a dent in the Landrover. Oh well, at least my no-claims bonus is protected. Surprising it doesn't happen more often, I spose. Someone came running out of a building,having heard the bang: "That's the third time this week on this junction!" she said.

Come Home

Jun. 4th, 2017 12:54 am
bunn: (House of Fëanor)
In which Maglor and Elrond meet Maglor's mother Nerdanel, Finrod makes a miscalculation, Maglor is princely, and Elrond is amused. And Finarfin is reluctantly kingly, even when surprised in his gardening clothes.

Come Home 6450 words.

Apparently I cannot get enough of Maglor being embarrassed about kinslaying, Elrond gently winding him up, and Finrod complaining tolerantly about Feanorians.
bunn: (canoeing)
I think these are from a couple of canoe wanderings.  This was the day that we arrived a little later than planned and found that there was a lot of high tide to go around!   That granite lump is actually a bollard on top of the quay, and behind it is a bench for people to sit on.  It was hard to tell where the river began!
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bunn: (Brythen)

This photo someone sent me makes me laugh, because Henry and I (I am in hat) are clearly so delighted to be meeting one another, and Henry's owner is just full of 'oh god, my dog is doing it again, I'll just stand here and wait'.

Henry was entirely adorable.  He was 9, I think, and had that just grey muzzle starting.  

Boathook

May. 30th, 2017 10:32 pm
bunn: (canoeing)
I just had a moment of 'how do you spell boathook, does it have a hyphen' and googled it.   And was disconcerted to see lots of photos of boathooks with nice safe round blobs on the end of the fending-off spike and the hook.

I just wrote a story in which someone wields a boathook as a weapon (hence the belated doubtful googling) and so this disconcerted me.  I had a clear idea of the sort of boathook I meant, which is the sort that my Dad owned, which was an object you could quite easily kill someone with, possibly by accident.

I had to google some more to discover that I wasn't misremembering the configuration of old boathooks. I remember it as basically a spear with a barb.

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What is the spike for?  I've always wondered this (particularly when my sister was holding the other end and pointing the sharp bit at me. Oh, how we laughed).  Why did it used to be so sharp? (Pirates? :-D )
bunn: (Baying)
So, it turns out that if you are running a dog show with someone who has also never run a dog show before, there are a few non-obvious points.

1) tiny puppies under 6 months are not supposed to be in it.  Who knew!

2) Take a clipboard or something for each class so that you can see the full list of everyone who has entered without scrabbling madly through a notebook.

3) it's PHENOMENALLY DIFFICULT to remember which dog is which and which owner is which when you have 10 classes, most with at least 10 dogs in.

4) Labels for people to write their names on would be a good move.  Or write down the breed.

5) don't dogs come in a lot of shapes!

6) there are more miniature schnauzers in Devon than you'd think

7) it's best not to try to guess if it's a sprollie or a springer.  Just don't go there.

8) you may regret giving a prize to the nice old lady who then yanks her dog away rather too roughly by the collar.

 9) Try to make sure everyone gets a rosette. Having places 1,2,3,& 4 in all classes helps a lot with this.

10) I'm so glad I have a REALLY LOUD VOICE because there was no loudhailer and there was a band playing!

In other news, we gave Best in Show to the big brindle rescue lurcher called Mr Darcy.  Bull mastiff x greyhound x saluki, temperament to die for, my god, he was GORGEOUS.  I got lots of cuddles! 
bunn: (Bah)
On Friday evening after we got back from canoeing, the most enormous storm came up.  It had been the clearest, hottest blue-sky day, and then suddenly, rain was beating down, thunder grumbling all around and lightning everywhere: really everywhere, all around.   Very spectacular. Poor Brythen was most upset, but Rosie wasn't, nor Henning or Yama.  Odd, the things that do and don't spook them.

Pp has bought an airbrush and is excitedly trying out new miniature-painting techniques with it.  His paint attitude is diametrically opposed to mine: I seem to be slowly reducing the number of colours I paint with, to Paynes's Grey, Ultramarine Blue, Burnt Sienna, Titanium White, and Naples Yellow.  It's surprising how far you can get with just those...  Whereas he has LEGIONS of tiny paintpots in every possible shade and texture.

I'm supposed to be helping judge a dog show later today.  The weather forecast looked hot and sunny.  The actual weather looks grey and opaque: I can't even see Devon at the moment for the fog.  Hope it cheers up or I shall be judging dogs by feel : "This one seems to have... a tail. And fur! Well done!"

I've been having some difficulty sleeping, recently, which I know is par for the course for some of my friends but normally I can sleep almost any time so for me it's weird and upsetting!  Oddly, it was sleeping at night that was the problem, I'd sleep till maybe 4 or 5am then wake and not be able to go to sleep again.  I can resort to naps in the day, but those eat so much time!  I should probably cut back a bit on coffee.  *but I love coffee*  *laments*. And probably go to bed earlier...    It seemed to be related to writing, too: I kept waking up with ideas and thinking 'Oh, OK, I'll just note that down' and then two hours later...  Which would be fine if writing were a paid job, but since it's a hobby it's really silly.  Bah.

I have a bad feeling that the lack of sleep may also relate to the fact that I've taken a nose-dive this year into just not looking at the news, for the first time ever.   This is a bit cowardly and I should stop doing it.  Maybe next week.
bunn: (Smaug)
I unintentionally went on writing.  I don't know why.  I intended to finish writing Dead Feanor and the War of Wrath, then finish my old Arthurian story that has been sitting around for ages.   But Dead Feanor got to rather a gloomy bit that I seem to find difficult to finish, so instead I wrote some cheerier things:

Love, Politics and Pastries 6327 words of Elrond, newly arrived in the West, and Celebrían in Tol Eressëa, discussing the House of Fëanor as pastries, and the Breaking of the World.

Aiya Eärendil Elenion Ancalima 5525 words in which Frodo Baggins and Maglor, son of Fëanor have a chance-encounter with Elrond's father on the shores of Tol Eressëa,  take him back to meet Elrond and talk about song and stories.   I suppose technically this is a post-LOTR story rather than a post-Silmarillion one, since Frodo has quite a large role, but I feel obscurely awkward about tagging it as LOTR.   And I think it would not make much sense to someone who has not read the Silmarillion, whereas surely everyone who has read the Silmarillion has also read LOTR.

There seems to be a lot of chat and drinking in this series and not much actually happening!
bunn: (canoeing)
We meant to go out on the river on Friday evening, but misread the tide times.
We meant to go out on the river on Saturday, but the skies were black, the rain fell, the wind blew and the storm warnings warned dolefully.
We meant to go out on the river today, and made it!
Halton Quay is a very convenient quay in some ways: it's easy to get to, has plenty of parking and is used almost entirely by fishermen and canoeists, so it's not too busy.  Unfortunately the other thing is has in generous quantities is MUD.

Not too bad on the way out, because we arrived not long before high tide.   The tide and the wind together helpfully wafted us up the river, listening to the sound of the wind in the reeds.  I love that noise.  It reminds me of childhood holidays in the Norfolk Broads.

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bunn: (Smaug)
In Avallónë by the Sea
5923 words of Maglor and Finrod rambling on about poetry, harp manufacture, first age Beleriand, Mandos, the current political situation in Tirion, hobbits, and whether kinslayers can be trusted.   Not sure why I wrote it tbh.  There must be some reason.  Perhaps it will lead to something less rambling later?

To sheep other sheep no doubt appear different
A trader out of Wilderland travels down Anduin to Osgiliath, and makes a stop at Lorien.  Also everyone is called Beorn.
500 word thing inspired by this line from Lord of the Rings, where Aragorn says “... light boats used to journey out of Wilderland down to Osgiliath, and still did so until a few years ago...”  and then Boromir gives him a weird look because his definition of 'a few years ago' is a lot shorter.   
bunn: (canoeing)
And more bluebells... )
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I happened to get up early a couple of days ago because Brythen had an upset tum, and this was the view outside the door, so I snapped it before I went back to bed.

bunn: (canoeing)
Across so Wide a Sea : Words: 6272

Elrond, having arrived in Valinor at the end of the Third Age, goes to meet his mother, Elwing. Taking Maglor with him.
“Hmph. I suppose we can’t have him being beaten bloody on my doorstep.” Elwing said, unenthusiastically “Or killing someone.” Apparently Maglor was considered a random killer, like a biting dog. “Come in then, if you must.”

I suppose in date this is really post-Lord of the Rings,  but it's Silmarillion again in focus and personalities.
bunn: (canoeing)
Card I painted for my mum's 80th birthday below.  She is having something of a Vicar of Dibley 80th, since EVERYONE wants to take her out to lunch but she seems to be being very effective at managing them all and preventing them from all supplying simultaneous lunches on the same day.
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bunn: (Bah)
Promises the Libdem election leaflet of one Matthew W.

No you won't.  There is no scenario where you will descend out of our Eastern hills into the West, falling upon the unsuspecting inhabitants of Truro with Fire and the Sword. Nor do I want you to.   For that matter, how do you know they are even wrong?  They might be right!  I might be wrong!   Also, if you are fighting for me, then very likely you will have to fight, not against the wild raiders of Penzance or the solemn townsfolk of Truro, but against the annoying man up the road that thinks it's appropriate to control growth of a cornish hedge by spraying it with weedkiller.

... I don't think election leaflets are aimed at me.

Must look up what eldrich horrors Mebyon Kernow (Sons of Cornwall) are promising.  Possibly they really are promising Fire and the Sword.
bunn: (George Smiley)
I haven't finished reading this yet, but I already know it's going to be the kind of book where I just want to read out random passages to strangers, so here is a bit I liked:

"To the lawyer, truth is facts unadorned. Whether such facts are ever findable is another matter.  To the creative writer, fact is raw material, not his taskmaster but his instrument, and his job is to make it sing... Was there ever such a thing as pure memory?  I doubt it.  Even when we convince ourselves that we're being dispassionate, sticking to the bare facts with no self-serving decorations or omissions, pure memory remains as elusive as a bar of wet soap."

This is so true.  I don't remember actual stuff that happened.  I only remember the story I told myself about it afterwards.  It's a way better story, anyway. Internally consistent, people have motivations that make sense, it's just so much better than the primary world.

The first chapter is titled "Don't Be Beastly To Your Secret Service"  and is mostly about people working for MI5 and MI6 ranting at spy-thriller writers.  It amused me enormously, and here is a randomly selected line, about his experience at MI5:

"Spying on a decaying British Communist party twenty-five thousand strong that had to be held together by MI5 informants did not meet my aspirations."

Or, on British Intelligence in general "I would guess there is not a spy agency anywhere in the Western world that has enjoyed more mollycoddling from its domestic media than ours. Embedded scarcely covers it. Our systems of censorship, whether voluntary or imposed by vague and draconian legislation, our skills in artful befriending, and the British public's collective submission to wholesale surveillance of dubious legality are the envy of every spook in the free and unfree world."

He contradicts himself a bit, but I find him too hilarious to care.

Oh drat, some LJ change has disabled my 'all power corrupts but we need electricity' tag for being too long.  ALAS.
bunn: (canoeing)
Finrod, Maglor and Hador.  Pp complains that Finrod looks like a girl.
finrod-maglor-hador-painted.jpg
It's detectable with the lines on the tapestries, how far the camera is distorting the slight curve to the card after painting.  It's very slight, but the camera makes it look almost like a bowl, and I have to cut the edges off.  Perhaps a different lens, or dig out the scanner.
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I experimented with putting a border on these using software.  I'm not sure it works. I think maybe I should put a border in paint on the actual picture. 
bunn: (House of Fëanor)

Fëanor in the Halls of Mandos
5243 words, gen.

Fëanor comes to the Halls of Mandos, meets Námo (Mandos), his father, his mother (it doesn't go too well), and eventually, Fingolfin.
Fëanor's point of view. Darker than the rest in this series, because neither Námo nor Fëanor is too happy about how things have turned out.

I'm still not convinced Fëanor did choose to go to the Halls of Mandos, because it just seems like the kind of place that he would absolutely hate.

I don't know when this turned into an All Silmarillion All The Time blog. I expect it will wear off eventually.

Gah!

Apr. 29th, 2017 09:57 am
bunn: (Skagos)
It is deeply annoying when you've drawn four people and have got their faces and stance about right, then realise that the main problem with the drawing is that you've drawn them slightly too short and that there isn't enough paper to show their feet where feet should be. Nobody cares about feet!  Yet it looks weird to chop them off. 

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