The Scene of the Crime

and let's unveil your greatest alibi
as I watch you return to the scene of the crime
let's ask all your witnesses that will swear
that you were somewhere else that night
and I will stay awake and mine eyes won't rest,
I'll seek out the clues, may my efforts be blessed
I'll follow the trails till I find all the proof that I need
to relieve this ache from my chest

{ Cincinnati Rail Tie }

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pospreterito: a list of the books in the cataclysm trilogy ({stories} ..cataclysm series)
i may eventually be working on fic of my interpretation of the storyline of moon colony bloodbath, as soon as my "make everyone miserable" urges override the "write something you will actually enjoy writing" and "no not introspective lit-fic in genre fic trappings we have enough* of that" protocols.

*"introspective lit-fic in genre trappings" is possibly a good explanation of what i write, period. everything i write gets incredibly serious!! whoa no matter what i try to do? the formerly apocabigbang fic was just "ahahaha the indelicates and zombies" for christ's saaaaaaaake. most of my origfic also applies, it's just that i tend to take it slightly more seriously to start with.

if i'm using lit-fic trappings, hell, why not actually use ~~~symbolism~~~ too?

so, okay. diseases and parasites! this is a reference post for myself later.

there's a canonical song that set this off: sudden oak death! i mean
Lose a little feeling in my fingers,
gain an edge of panic in my face.
Search for some sign
to tell me just how long I've been here;
Overturn the place
Feels like each time my efforts fail,
the whole hillsides disapprove.
Feel like a man whose veins have frozen overnight
lying there trying to move...
Yeah, when the crack sounds in the wood,
you will know that I'm down for good.
And when the crack sounds in the wood,
you will know, old friend, that I'm down for good.
I want to try to stand my ground,
Dig my heels into the hills;
Hope someone will come to write my ballads
No one will
Sudden oak death is the common name of a disease caused by the oomycete plant pathogen Phytophthora ramorum. [...] Symptoms include bleeding cankers on the tree's trunk and dieback of the foliage, in many cases eventually leading to the death of the tree.
[...]P. ramorum was first reported in 1995, and the origins of the pathogen are still unclear but most evidence suggests it was repeatedly introduced as an exotic species. Very few control mechanisms exist for the disease, and they rely upon early detection and proper disposal of infected plant material.[...]
In Coast Live Oaks and Californian Black Oaks, the first symptom is a burgundy-red to tar-black thick sap bleeding from the bark surface. These are often referred to as bleeding cankers.

red to tar-black thick sap bleeding from the surface. dat imagery.

but what if we had more of dat imagery.

thus, ref list!

  • Cordyceps.
    When a Cordyceps fungus attacks a host, the mycelium invades and eventually replaces the host tissue, while the elongated fruiting body (ascocarp) may be cylindrical, branched, or of complex shape. The ascocarp bears many small, flask-shaped perithecia containing asci. These in turn contain thread-like ascospores, which usually break into fragments and are presumably infective.

  • Cestoda.
    Cestoda (Cestoidea) is the name given to a class of parasitic flatworms, commonly called tapeworms, of the phylum Platyhelminthes. Its members live in the digestive tract of vertebrates as adults, and often in the bodies of various animals as juveniles. Over a thousand species have been described, and all vertebrate species can be parasitised by at least one species of tapeworm.

  • Flukes.
    A species that exemplifies the remarkable life history of the trematodes is the bird fluke, Leucochloridium paradoxum. The definitive hosts, in which the parasite multiplies, are various woodland birds, while the hosts in which the parasite grows (intermediate host) are various species of snail. The adult parasite in the bird's gut produces eggs and these eventually end up on the ground in the bird's faeces. Some very fortunate eggs get swallowed by a snail and here they hatch into tiny, transparent larva (miracidium). These larvae grow and take on a sac-like appearance. This stage is known as the sporocyst and it forms a central body in the snail's digestive gland that extends into a brood sac in the snail's head, muscular foot and eye-stalks.

  • Guinea worms, or "sanke around a stick" according to my late-night fingers.
    There is no vaccine or medicine to treat or prevent Guinea worm disease.[9] Once a Guinea worm begins emerging, the first step is to do a controlled submersion of the affected area in a bucket of water. This causes the worm to discharge many of its larva, making it less infectious. The water is then discarded on the ground far away from any water source. Submersion results in subjective relief of the burning sensation and makes subsequent extraction of the worm easier. To extract the worm, a person must wrap the live worm around a piece of gauze or a stick.

bonus, for word-association:

He knows that if he's very good they'll send him back earthside again, and he won't have any trouble looking normal. He thinks it will be easier to blend in, now. Now that he has a secret, hard and bright in his bones, to hold him upright.

pospreterito: reads "saint stephen [the city without maps]" ({stories} ..saint stephen with a rose)
at some point i was going to write a story involving a girl named leda and her cohort of people bound to her in heart and soul and awkward bone marrow. you know. haphazard teenage not-cults, like. everyone but leda had animal names instead of human names, because of reasons.

(the reasons were entirely down by the water and that is fine you hush)

anyway, procrastinating, i came across del's october encounter with the lj markov generator, and okay, a lot of those sound like my song lyrics wow (have you seen my song lyrics lately? there are jews in, now!)

right anyway

this gives us, among others, When Fawn arrives, the three men are still red in the darkness, his mouth barely separated from the exciting centre of the world

and that is almost enough to force me to come up with a plot and characterisation and more than half-baked brainsketches, right there.

(if i weren't as impressionable as a dollop of warm wax perhaps i would ever, ever get anything done.)
pospreterito: black silhouette with white fire in one hand, green background ({stories} ..bracketverse arcturus)
i (know i say this every three months or so) think i might have hit the point of emotional maturity where i can actually kind of figure out characterisation by how i write people!

(yeah, now you know why i don't write much fanfiction. if i can't figure out my own characters' emotions and motivations without a few weeks to stew over it...)

but i keep having little epiphanies about people in the bracketverse, the kind of thing most people would... know before they start writing someone, probably. (i love that i have a meticulous timeline and i am still flying, screaming and reluctant and airlifted by several ducks, by the seat of my pants, and look, these purple jeans do not deserve that treatment.)

but previously i had broken cosma and ciel down by two things, in my notes for chondrilla juncea: she has "gravity and hatred of (falling)" and "failure and hatred of (falling as allegory)" (the worst thing for cosma noline is to fail at stuff). ciel has "air and hatred of (enormity), wind and agoraphobia" and "ignorance and hatred of (enormity and why can't i hold all this world)" (the worst thing for ciel noline is to not know things).

let me tell you about my characters, with citations, and spoil plenipotentiary, chondrilla juncea, there are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings, and miscellaneous not-yet-posted 31_days things while i'm at it! )

and, on another note: if anyone is interested in beta-reading there are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings for coherency, or indeed in helping me hash out a story i have not started yet but there's lovecraft and politics in and it's in theory for the icarus anthology, um, let me know, that would be awesome.

POTATO

Apr. 6th, 2012 06:07 pm
pospreterito: reads "saint stephen [the city without maps]" ({stories} ..saint stephen with a rose)
out of the thirty-one 31_days january prompts i picked up half an age (four months and six days) ago,
  • twelve now belong to plenipotentiary, a Long Thing about how ciel noline became the aleph and cosma noline got her eyes, which for the purposes of our mathematics here is a separate thing
  • of the remaining nineteen,
    • twelve have been written
    • seven have not been written
      • three belong to a three-part thing on how arcturus met sam
      • and four are planned and separate.

eleven of the ones that have been written are up on the intarwebs, because i am an excellent host and have been trying to post them in chronological (prompt list) order (as opposed to chronological story order, they aren't in that).

when i finish writing and posting the seven remaining there will be an index! of the twelve that have been written, one was finished and two were done from scratch today, so this may or may not take long depending on how much i'm trying to avoid the dreaded SATs.

so this is as good a time as any for a roundup.

things that are on copretérito that you could totally go read right now:



hey, remember when i said i was going to do monthly roundup posts? (roll laugh track, credits)

ah hell

Jan. 30th, 2012 10:02 pm
pospreterito: "THAT BOY IS A MONSTER" across a young man's shoulders ({personal} ..ph your circuit's dead)
okay, 31_days will be posted only on copretérito and i have until the end of the week instead of the end of the month despite that it's january

because sick

(up next: SCHOOL! THE FESTIVAL! CHRONICLES OF SICKNESS! seriously, my first illness of the year did not disappoint. bam.)