Dec. 2nd, 2008

I am reading a lot more since I found out that I can special order books to be sent to my branch library. :D

I don't know how I actually came across The Great Pretenders, though it may have been one of those books I grabbed off a shelf or a display at the library because it looked interesting. It's subtitled The True Stories Behind Famous Historical Mysteries, and it's written by a doctor who takes a decidedly medical, scientific approach to some of the "Pretenders" of history -- people who have claimed, or been acclaimed as, royalty and nobility who died years before. Jan Bondeson has written a handful of books in a similar vein, exploring medical mysteries and the psychological roots of live burial, among other things.

The Great Pretenders presents the historical facts of various cases of assumed identity, then delves into rumour and gossip, then returns to fact with an assessment of the proofs and sometimes DNA testing to settle the question once and for all. It explores the mystery of the missing Dauphin who, on his father's death, became Louis XVII; the true identity of Kaspar Hauser, whom some saw as a European prince; the connection between a Russian Tsar and a hermit in Siberia; two people claiming noble blood that they might not have a right to; and whether or not an eccentric English nobleman posed as a cabinetmaker in the late 19th century.

The Review. )

Final Verdict: If you're interested in history or in the techniques used to debunk popular historical myth, it's a good read and reasonably fast. You can skip the bits that bore you and not lose much along the way, and certainly I'd never before read about most of these people so it was definitely an education. Worth a fetch from the library or a purchase in a second-hand shop; I wouldn't buy it at full-price, but a bigger history buff than I am might not think it was money wasted.

Aaaaand Quotes! )
Hey, so remember my teeny tiny Christmas tree? I asked you guys for words to make into Christmas ornaments, and you...certainly did oblige.

It's time for SAM'S READ AND LEARN CHRISTMAS ORNAMENT EXTRAVAGANZA.

ETA: This was updated in 2012, because a lot of the images weren't showing up and the links are inaccurate. Hello, 2008! You were cool and all but 2012 is WAY cooler. Even if I am now in my 30s.

I figured since I'm probably not going to use very many of them (see: Mum sending me a fuckton of ornaments) I would turn all the words you gave me into ornaments and set them loose on the internet to see what they may wreak. All are laid out onto American standard 8.5x11 paper, most in Landscape orientation, so they should print on American paper fine and on A4 paper with some rather excessive margins.

A preview, with sized-down versions of the final pages, is available under the cut! Image-heavy, fair warning. )

Now, you can download individual images from my Livejournal Scrapbook though at this point (2012) LJ Scrapbook is such a pain in the ass I wouldn't bother. My recommended method of download is from Google Drive (oh 2008, you have such joys ahead of you) where I have archived a zip folder of all of the ornaments.

Crafty tips:
I'd recommend either printing these pages on card stock or gluing regular printouts to card stock (if you want the ornaments to hang around -- HA, see what I did there? -- for a while, I would use acid-free spray adhesive) before cutting them out. When I make paper ornaments I often glue the backs to construction paper, which adds some colour. Little kids think this is MAGIC. How is the paper two colours at once?

For the garlands, you can punch holes in each letter and tie them together with string, but that gets time-consuming. Easier is to glue the letters along a strip of ribbon or onto the links of a paper chain.

For the tree-toppers, I'd recommend gluing a bit of wire between the horizontal word on the topper and its backing, then twisting the wire into a coil that you can settle over the top of the tree. Or, only glue the very edges of the topper and backing together, like a seam, leaving the bottom open. Then fit the pocket that creates over the tree.

But, you know. It's your art! Go to town, do what you want, have fun. Happy Holidays from 2008 and 2012.
Man, winter showed up on Monday and settled in. No lead up, no warning, just all of a sudden WINTAAAAAAR.

It's snowy here, and what my best friend in undergrad used to call "buttfuckin' cold". I'm not sure if that was an indication of what kind of sex was required to warm up, or some kind of metaphor, or maybe she was comparing the pain of being outside to surprise buttsecks. But it seems apt, on some primal level.

I have christened the steps of my new building by falling on my ass on the ice this morning, so that's over with.

In other news and for grate internet linkage:

[livejournal.com profile] dramaturgca pointed me this morning to The Ultimate Geek Crossover, Star Trek characters done up in steampunk.

I've been meaning to post this for a bit: [livejournal.com profile] abigail_nicole, at the behest of an anonymouse on my journal, has created a Sam's Cafe group on Ravelry, for cafegoers who do things with yarn. Go ye forth and purl, or something. :D

And finally, [livejournal.com profile] juniper200 tossed me a story wherein John Barrowman's peen is so powerful that even though he only took it out on the radio, the radio, the BBC has been forced to apologise for him exposing himself. I can only imagine that his cock somehow came through the radio speakers and earfucked some poor asshat who bitched because he was ashamed of how much he enjoyed it.
Mum and I amuse each other.

She sends me random packages, but I get my own revenge of a sort. I sent her my Christmas list today, and she apparently had much LOL over it. It's short, because I don't have many needs that aren't being met right now. I asked for an Italo Calvino book, something from the CTA gift shop, a Wii game ("I like puzzles, and adventure, but not a lot of explosions and guns, maybe something like Zelda?"), a PeaPod gift card, and a magnetic poetry set. Apparently last year's list actually got passed around her office for the amusement of the masses. Not that I can blame her.

Otherwise all is mostly quiet. I was writing a little tonight and wrote the phrase "it was a constant silent defiance that made him glad he'd never had teenagers" and then thought that looked stupid so changed it to "he'd never tried raising kids" and then thought that wasn't quite right, so I started to delete it. But I clicked in the wrong place and ended up with "it was a constant silent defiance that made him glad he'd never tried raisins."

THE RAISINS. THEY DEFY ME SILENTLY.

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