infinite punchlines from LearnedLeague's Best Worst Answers
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I always enjoy the wide variety of postcards which appear regularly from fflo. Tuesday,
fflo posted about the "Best Wrong Answers" to LearnedLeague. These are a series of punchline-worthy responses to Jeopardy!-style questions. For example:
In photography, the overall brightness of an image is determined by the "exposure triangle" of aperture, shutter speed, and a third factor which is a measure of the sensitivity of the camera's sensor (or the film) to light. This third factor is known as what?
- REMEMBERING TO TAKE THE LENS CAP OFF
Even though I got online before the WWW, I’d never heard of LearnedLeague, which is a very dedicated group of trivia fiends. Here’s what I found:
Like any tight-knit community, there’s a ton of jargon. Participants are called LLamas (the double L matching Learned League). Membership is by invite only, though there is some public content at
LearnedLeague.com
Some of the world-readable "Best Worst Answer" tallies follow the URL pattern
https://learnedleague.com/hist/awards/100.php
Where 100 references the season—I had some fun plugging in random numbers.
From season 97:
A Wind in the Door (1973), A Swiftly Tilting Planet (1978), and Many Waters (1986) continue the story first told by author Madeleine L'Engle in what 1962 novel?
- 3 REASONS TO HAVE HOMEOWNERS INSURANCE
Public, unofficial Learned League groups on Reddit and Facebook. More fun to be had from grazing the #BestWrongAnswers tag on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/bestwronganswers
I'm back.
Jun. 19th, 2025 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Scintillation was wonderful, as always. And so was Fourth Street Fantasy Convention--what little I saw of it. No fault whatsoever to the con. All fault is due to the trash human in front of me in a very crowded assisted seating area, who coughed and hacked for the entire eight hour ride, refusing to put on a mask. "It's not a rule! And masks are all political anyway!"
By the next night I had a high temp, joints with ice picks stabbing them, skin like the worst sunburn ever. So I missed a lot, but managed to get to some programming including my panels. And I almost made it, tho by then I hadn't eaten for four days, and drunk only sips of water, which tasted terrible, like rusty pipes.
I was moderating my last panel, and I thought it was going okay when we opened to Qs from the audience and I realized that everyone was curiously black-and-white, then the next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground, surrounded by voices.
Here's where perceptions get kind of surreal. I slowly became aware that someone was stroking my arm. I've always known that Marissa L has an infinite capacity for genuine empathy, but I understood it was real. That empathy convey through the slow, reassuring touch, even though when she murmured "non-responsive."
Oh dear. I was not doing my bit! Worse, I'd totally spoiled the panel, yet here I was having somehow floated gently to the ground. I had to get up! Return to my room. Rest! Apologize to everyone for my dumbass move! Yet it felt so much better to lie there, and let trusted voices do whatever they were doing. So reassuring.
I knew those voices. I trusted them. Marissa, who seemed genuinely pleased that I was responsive after all, but she kept up her reassuring touch. (I do know the difference. I've had to drop my head between my knees a few times at distressing moments, and this one specific time, a person I'd known since college kept pawing me, the angle changing in the direction of their voice, as if they were busy looking around the room)
Then E Bear asked for my phone code, and I knew that voice, it's Bear, of course she must need my phone. I trust Bear. Then came the questions as I began to rouse a bit. Scott L, long-serving firefighter and fully trained EMP started what my spouse (who was a volunteer fireman for 20 years, and worked alongside EMTs) called the litany. Scott's strong, clear voice foghorned something much like, "Sherwood, I hate to do this to you, but what asshole is currently infesting the White House?"
And I laughed. I don't know if the laughter got past my lips, but it's strange how humor--laughter--can rouse one. I muttered, "Yesterday was NO KINGS DAY."
Then it seemed they wanted to send me off to emergency services; there was talk, then a fourth trusted voice, belonging to Beth F, insisted that it was not a good idea to be sending me off without anyone knowing where. She informed the company that she was a Registered Nurse and this was SOP, or the like. Beth's on the team, I thought.
Shortly thereafter they got my wreck of a bod onto the conveyance and I was in for an ambulance ride. It was beautiful teamwork--cons these days have security teams, and here I was proof that their protocols were functioning swiftly and smoothly, which would permit them to pivot straight back to con stuff.
While I was in for a wad of tests. So many tests. I soon had two IVS going, one in each elbow.
Presently the doc came in and said that I had an acute case of influenza, compounded by severe dehydration. Beth F heroically came to spring me, and saw me to my room, promising me a backup call the following morning.
Another perceptual eddy: I thought, wrongly, I'd wafted quietly and softly to the floor. Maybe even discreetly. Ha Ha. When I stripped out of my influenza clothes I discovered gigantic bruises in weird places--the entire top of one foot is discolored, another baseball-sized bruise on one calf, and so one. I began to suspect that I had catapulted myself whammo-flat with all the grace of a stevedore hauling a sack of spuds.
The following days I slept and slept, forcing a few bites of salad and oatmeal. I have zero stamina, must work on that, but at least I am home, and I guess all that unwanted experience can sink into the subconscious quagmire.
Birdfeeding
Jun. 19th, 2025 01:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I fed the birds. I've seen a mixed flock of sparrows and house finches.
I put out water for the birds.
EDIT 6/19/25 -- We went out for a while and saw the library wildflower meadow, Fox Ridge, and the Charleston Food Forest.
EDIT 6/19/25 -- I refilled the thistle feeder that was half empty.
EDIT 6/19/25 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
EDIT 6/19/25 -- I sowed 5 pots with yellow raspberries.
EDIT 6/19/25 -- I did more work around the patio.
EDIT 6/19/25 -- I picked up sticks from the south side of the driveway and dumped them in the firepit.
Lots of fireflies are coming out. :D
EDIT 6/19/25 -- I picked up sticks from the North side of the driveway and dumped them in the firepit.
As it is getting dark, I am done for the night.
Wildlife
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The Satyrium semiluna, or half-moon hairstreak, is a small gray butterfly that looks like a moth at first glance. The wildflower lovers are widespread across North America, from the Sagebrush steppe to the montane meadows of the Rocky Mountains.
But tucked away in the southeastern corner of Alberta, Canada, another colony of butterflies flaps across the Blakiston Fan landform of Waterton Lakes National Park.
Until now, they were thought to be a subpopulation of half-moon hairstreaks — until scientists made a phenomenal discovery: They were a new species of butterfly that had hidden in plain sight for centuries.
The researchers, who recently published their findings in the scientific journal ZooKeys, defined the new species as Satyrium curiosolus.
Rejected video for Juneteenth post
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Hello (I don't know what else to put here)
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My hobbies are: Dungeons & Dragons, drawing, maybe writing if you're generous with vague periphery interests that stuck around for months. I'm trying to get into sewing and other clothing DIY shenanigans.
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My posting schedule tends to be: Probably sporadic. Knowing myself, I'll try to keep a regular schedule, then forget about the schedule, then have a big buildup of stuff to say but can't find the words for them, and when things finally click int place I'll share a crap ton. I love my executive functionality (cue lightheartedly sarcastic sigh).
When I add people, my dealbreakers are: Focus on sexual stuff and gore. I don't mind them in small doses but god forbid it becomes the main point of conversation. Also, ny form of queerphobia! Pardon my English but you're not 'phobic' or 'scared' of anything, you're just a douche, or raised by one at best.
Before adding me, you should know: I overanalyse quite a lot behind the scenes, possibly because of something neurodivergent that I've not yet discovered. For the same reason I might come across as plain or sarcastic eve when I don't intend to. Whoops. I'm also a very queer soul. Go enjoy your life without me if you're looking for a neurotypical, cishet-normative experience.
2025.06.19
Jun. 19th, 2025 08:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
A senator handcuffed, people snatched in public, military deployed – Trump’s slide towards autocracy has come quicker than critics feared
Robert Tait in Washington
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/jun/19/trump-us-autocracy-authoritarianism
Ice’s ‘inhumane’ arrest of well-known vineyard manager shakes Oregon wine industry
Friends and family of Moises Sotelo ‘disappointed and disgusted’ after respected industry fixture detained outside church
Cy Neff
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/jun/19/oregon-vineyard-manager-arrest-ice
‘This isn’t a gimmick’: the New Yorkers trying to restore the American chestnut
More than 120 years after billions of the trees were wiped out, blight-proof seeds are being planted
Oliver Milman in Highbridge Park, New York City
https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2025/jun/19/chestnuts-new-yorkers ( Read more... )
In The Garden of Iden (Company, volume 1) by Kage Baker
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A timid immortal cyborg searches for valuable plants in a Tudor England torn between Anglicans and Catholics. What could possibly go wrong?
In The Garden of Iden (Company, volume 1) by Kage Baker
The things you learn...
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As if the fact that they were playing around with synthesizers in the early '80s wasn't proof enough that The Human League were big geeks, I fell down a Wikipedia rabbit hole the other day and learned that their name came from a 1974 science fiction board game called Star Force: Alpha Centauri.
On a whim, I just checked and one can buy a copy of Star Force: Alpha Centauri on Ebay for about $20, including shipping.
And, in a final bit of trivia, the design of Star Force: Alpha Centauri, Redmond A. Simonsen, is credited with inventing the term "game designer." (According to an obituary for Simonsen written by Greg Costikyan: "Before he did, we had no good term – game inventor, game author... but he put his finger on what we do.")
Last night in Fabula Ultima
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OK, so I have seen Audra McDonald in Gypsy! now, and I have further thoughts about her “Rose&r
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Audra McDonald performs a piece from the Broadway show #Gypsy at the 2025 #TonyAwards
Yeah, we saw this last night and WOW. We’re seeing this production this summer abd we cannot wait.
Here is some context, behind a cut tag, for those who are not part of my family and maybe don’t know Gypsy! the show.
OK, so I have seen Audra McDonald in Gypsy! now, and I have further thoughts about her “Rose’s Turn.”
So first of all, the show is amazing and you should see it if you can. It is directed, I discovered through the playbill, by George C. Wolfe, who wrote a play back in the 1980s called The Colored Museum. The Colored Museum is made up of satirical vignettes attacking the stereotypes created for Black characters (and into which Black actors have been forced) throughout American theater history. The vignette I know best is “The Last Mama-On-The-Couch Play,” which starts out as a satire on Raisin in the Sun and goes to many different places after that. My point is that Wolfe is someone who had done a lot of thinking about the fraught relationship between Black performers and the entertainment industry long before he took on Gypsy!, a show which is about (apart from Mrs. P’s two favorite Great Themes, which are Motherhood and Ambition) American theater history. Specifically, it’s about the first few decades of the twentieth century, during which vaudeville was being killed by the movies (and, eventually, the Great Depression).
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen Gypsy! with an African-American Rose; but this production definitely put more thought into how Rose being Black might change what this story means. As many of the reviews point out, the fact that Rose favors June over Louise (the favoritism is constant, blatant, and clearly harmful to both children) is given a different context: June is played by lighter-skinned actresses who could pass as white, whereas Louise is played by actresses who could not. Rose’s favoritism is now inseparable from colorism, which she has internalized because the entertainment industry she’s trying to break into is so full of it.
In Wolfe’s production, this is emphasized in the transition sequence during which the child actors playing Baby June, child Louise, and the child backup dancers (“newsboys”) are replaced by the actors who will play them as adults. This sequence happens in every production of Gypsy!: the first time we see the patriotic closer of the Baby June act, the music extends past the applause and while the dance continues, we watch the new actors appear in costume to take the places of the child actors. Wolfe has made two important changes to this part of the show. First, we see how Rose actually recruits the child “newsboys” for Baby June’s act. They are all poor, hungry, talented Black children. But in the transition sequence, the child newsboys–each of them dressed as a famous American president–are replaced, not by their older selves, but by a group of white actors. When the adolescent Louise–Joy Wood, who was fantastic–comes in to replace the child Louise, Mama Rose pulls her out of line and tries to come up with a way to keep her in the act while hiding her from the audience. (She ends up giving Louise a flag and trying to get her to hold it so that it conceals her face.) The implication is that Rose has surrounded June with white performers in order to a) help her pass and b) get the act into better venues. The fact that Louise’s role in the ‘new’ show is as half of a pantomime cow–which, again, happens in every production–now reads as Rose’s strategy for hiding Louise’s blackness from the audience.
I would also like to note that although I’ve seen this show many times, this is the first production that brought forward something about the cow which was clearly part of Sondheim’s intention. In this context, for whatever reason, it finally dawned on me that Rose sees herself as the cow. The cow–named Caroline–is introduced in a comedy rustic bit, but then the farmboys transform into uptown Broadway swells and June comes out in white fur and rhinestones and they sing a song about how June’s leaving the farm to be a Broadway star. She gets on the train and ALMOST does it–but at the last minute, decides that she can’t go to Broadway because she can’t leave Caroline behind. This prefigures a heartbreaking scene in which Rose refuses to sign a contract that would make June a star because it requires Rose to stay away from her. It’s then a running gag for the rest of the show that everyone but Rose hates the cow and wants it out of the act.
And yet it never occurred to me before that Rose sees herself as the cow. By which I mean: she sees herself as a mute, self-effacing, nurturer who is always ignored and passed over and left in the background. She sees herself as a drudge for whom other people might have some affection only because she’s useful. This is so very much not how ANYONE else sees Rose–they see her as a terrifying force of nature before whose will they are helpless–that I guess it was hard for me to grasp; but Audra McDonald’s performance somehow made that legible to me. And once you understand that, you can understand Rose a little better. Her bombastic self-presentation is something she’s developed in response to being treated as if she doesn’t matter except in terms of what she can do for other people. In her final scene with Louise (now Gypsy Rose Lee), she says, “I just wanted to be noticed.” And by the time you get there, you can imagine exactly how unnoticed the child Rose was, and see her current bombastic persona as a way of forcing people to notice her.
So, again, that’s just by way of giving more context for Audra McDonald’s performance. Rose’s character is more complex and her situation is more complex and McDonald’s performance is…very intense. In her very first number–“Some People”–there is so much tension and suppressed anger and frustration in her that it always seems like she’s just about to explode. I thought, “Is she really going to be able to build on this? It seems like she’s already at 11.” And the answer is yes. She did. When Herbie finally gets it through to her that Mr. Goldstone has booked the act on the Orpheum Circuit, Rose is almost literally stunned. She’s so overwhelmed by the fact that she’s actually succeeded that for several seconds she is almost paralyzed. Eventually she works through it and we get to the usual manic celebratory mode of that song but it feels different. Another great use of silence and stillness is in the scene where Rose pushes Louise into her first stripping job. Herbie comes in over the moon about the fact that the act is closing and Rose is going to marry him (she’s already promised him that). Rose does not say anything in response to Herbie’s exclamations of joy. That lack of reciprocation can be played in a lot of different ways but I’ve never seen any Rose who communicated so fucking clearly and with such ominous intensity that she was desperately unhappy and did not want, even a little bit, to marry Herbie.
So, not to go through the whole show: “Rose’s Turn” live–at least as we saw it–is pretty different from the version she performed at the Tonys. It’s even more intense, and sometimes that comes out as Rose whispering/speaking/shouting instead of singing the lyrics. And those parts are so raw that you feel like well, she’s already completely broken down, her voice must be shot–but then she’ll take one of those spoken/screamed lines and turn it back into melody and it gets even more intense. People were on their feet and screaming for Audra McDonald before the song was over. And one of the cool things about that is…
OK, so “Rose’s Turn” is a soliloquy, but Rose is definitely playing to an imaginary audience. After the song is over, Rose takes a number of bows in front of the imaginary audience, and when Louise comes out to make it up with her, Rose is still bowing to the invisible people. When Louise asks Rose what the hell she’s doing, Rose says, “I was just working on some ideas for your new act.” (or something to that effect)
Here’s the thing, though: Rose’s audience may be imaginary but Audra McDonald’s audience is very real–and, by the time we get to the bows at the end of “Rose’s Turn,” VERY loud and VERY MUCH losing their minds over McDonald’s performance of that song. So for a while, Rose’s imaginary world finally becomes real and Rose finally gets all the applause she’s been denied all her life. It goes on for quite some time, especially since people who don’t know the show just assume that MUST be the end of it. The cheering was still going strong when Louise came out, and it took a minute for the audience to realize they were going to have to stop cheering so they could hear the end of the show. So everyone sat down…and when McDonald said the “just working on some ideas” line, it got this huge laugh–because the contrast between what we’d just seen and what Rose was trying to convince Louise of was just so absurd.
Anyway. This is how you keep the classics alive–by finding new things for them to mean. I feel really lucky to have seen this Gypsy!. I’ll go see it again next time there’s a production in my area and it will mean something different and I’ll enjoy that. But dang. This is one for the history books.
Random curse words
Jun. 18th, 2025 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Yup, my freezer's dead. So's the fridge. Light still works, but nothing else. Fiddling with the thermostat had no effect.
Phuk.
We still have an upright freezer, so I transfered the frozen goods. We have a bunch of freezer packs, from when Denise used to get arthritis injections by mail, so I loaded up the veggies in our larger cooler with several cold packs. Our other two coolers are six-pack sized, totally inadequate, so I borrowed a ginormous camping cooler from neighbor Bob for the rest of the perishables, topped with all the remaining cold packs.
When I pulled the fridge out from the wall, I found water and rust underneath, and one of the sides is rusting through. I figure the compressor or motor is dead, which is well beyond my capacity to fix.
So tomorrow morning, I'm off to buy a new fridge. Praying they can do a same-day delivery. And haul away the old one.
ETA: Did a thorough cleaning of the fridge exterior last night, preparatory to having it hauled away in the morning, including wiping off all the dust and fuzzies from the radiator coils in back. Left it plugged in overnight, and this morning, the compressor was running and the insides were cold again, so I guess that was the problem? Took advantage of the empty state to do a complete inside clean as well, and put everything--thankfully still cool in the ice chests overnight--back in.
Fingers crossed.
of a runaway American dream
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A musical puzzle?
Jun. 18th, 2025 03:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
When I was playing "Time in a Bottle" last night, I noticed an Easter egg in the chorus. The chorus is like this: (The numbers in parentheses are the frets to play the chord on a ukulele. The bolded numbers will be explained below.)
- D (2-2-2-5)
- DMaj7 (2-2-2-4)
- D6 (2-2-2-2)
- D (2-2-2-0) alternate fingering for D
- G (0-2-3-2)
- G6 (0-2-2-2)
- Em7 (0-2-0-2)
- A7 (0-1-0-0)
The notes played by the bolded numbers are: D, C#, B, A, G, F#, E, A. Those notes may look kind of familiar to some of you: Pachelbel's Canon in D goes D, C#, B, A, G, F#, G, A! The seventh note is different, but otherwise it's the same, even in the same key!
Keeping busy on my days off
Jun. 18th, 2025 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
More pictures have been hung on the wall, and several have been put aside for storage as we're thinking of updating our art prints. We of course buy most of them from our local museums or ones we've visited in the last couple of years, and the old ones have started suffering from sun fade. A is currently looking at multiple museums' online shops, and we're also awaiting the re-opening of Ukiyo-e Heroes' website -- they do a lot of giclee prints of anime and sf/f characters in a feudal Japan style, and we already own a handful of them already. We'll be putting more pictures up tomorrow!
Also done today: two of three things I've been meaning to get rid of have now been gotten rid of! Thanks to FB Marketplace our moving boxes have been picked up by a few local Millennials that will be moving soon, and our old Dyson stick vacuum (which is around seventeen years old at this point, and it was a refurb when we got it) was also taken. Someone is picking up our old floor lamp tomorrow. This means we once again have more room in the garage, and the pile of Things to Donate is once again shrinking. I'll need to find the time to drop the four or five boxes going to Goodwill. I'd do it tomorrow but there's no rush.
Tomorrow is my second day off in a row (yay!) and A is doing a half-day, so after she signs off we'll be doing some grocery shopping, but that's about it!
Well, at least I did get to be lazy and lie in bed until 7am!
Birdfeeding
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I fed the birds.
I put out water for the birds.
At dusk, loads of fireflies are coming out. :D I've seen at least one bat too.