HVAC Exorcist on Speed Dial

Nov. 14th, 2025 11:15 am
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Let's see...by now, I have carried out work on ectothermic invertebrates in six different buildings across five different institutions (excluding 3 buildings at 2 other institutions for research on rodents/homeotherms).

How many of those buildings had superb, top-notch, dialed-in HVAC systems that worked flawlessly so our delicate, temperature- and humidity-sensitive experiments were never upset?

Zero. Exactly zero of them.

So I think this is very much like managing one's expectations around how long one's computer will work - it's not a matter of if it dies, but when it dies.

Anyway.

The science building I currently inhabit is around 20 years old, and apparently the software system that manages heating, cooling, air flow, et cetera, is antiquated and quirky.

And that was all before people decided to add on and tie in an entire additional building to the existing 2-building complex! What could possibly go wrong!

I've only learned a couple of specifics about this building's HVAC system, but one of the things I learned is that certain situations can cause my insect-rearing room's airflow handler to kick into high gear, leading to such a high air exchange rate that the space heater can't keep up to keep the room warm enough for the insects. (this is related to the room formerly housing mammals, who have to be kept with higher air quality standards than people in offices)

Something else that happened last spring is a fan somewhere in the ceiling above my office became really loud. Not in the way that fans get loud when they're failing, more like loud background white noise from a fan running at high speed. I filed a request for someone to look into it, because it has been loud enough to interfere with office conversations, but we have limited campus HVAC personnel, so I don't think anyone ever followed up on it (perhaps a trivial thing compared to other facilities needs here, really. Shrug.).

Two days ago, it quieted down again. So, that gives me a hypothesis, at least: it might be related to seasonal adjustments to HVAC (cooling ramped down, heating ramped up).

Or, you know, something about the antiquated software. Quirks, idiosyncrasies, bugs (not that kind, the software kind), demons, ghosts.

I don't know who our current HVAC people are, but whoever they are, I should probably just preemptively bake them a pan of brownies, because when a science building's HVAC doesn't run, the science doesn't run.

25 Things in 2025 - Thing #14

Nov. 14th, 2025 04:15 pm
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Read book on Brueghel

I had planned to finish this in September, which I would have managed had I started reading it in April, but I didn't begin until June, so I've only just finished now.  But it's still done within the year.

This book has almost all the paintings by Brueghel the Elder.  I had requested it as a Christmas present, and had read up on a few of the paintings, but this time I worked all through the book.  The paintings themselves are wonderful - very detailed and certainly worth looking at closely.  The book was semi-interesting, helpfully pointing out details not to be missed, but at the same time the theological interpretation was very much of the author and extremely narrow-minded.  Every painting was examined in the same way, and I frequently disagreed with the interpretation.

Having said that, I didn't want the book for the commentary, but to have the paintings and the challenge this year was to look properly at them, so I was happy with the outcome.



Coping with a design flaw

Nov. 14th, 2025 09:23 am
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For as long as I can remember, I've disliked sleep. It seems like the biggest waste of time there could possibly be. I've used sleep as an argument against intelligent design — not necessarily against "design," but at the very least against "intelligent": Designing a mechanism that has to be shut down for at least 1/3 of its lifespan in order to function doesn't strike me as a very good idea. Combine this with my perfectionist/workaholic tendencies and you end up with someone who goes full tilt until they just can't anymore, at which point I end up going to bed several hours early, regardless of what I'm leaving undone, because I just physically cannot stay awake any longer.

I know it's not the healthiest way to do things, but I just can't seem to help myself, and until they come up with a chemical substitute for sleep that has fewer side effects than meth or cocaine, well. . . there I am. Or, well, there I was. As we were driving home from the dentist yesterday, A. came up with a way to weaponize my perfectionism against me: Make rest a quantifiable plan/goal for me to work toward (quantifiable both so that I can be sure that I'm doing it and also so that I can know when I've done it enough and don't have to do it anymore). She managed to get me to commit to two 10-minute meditations a week along with one night a week where I don't write (as writing is the last thing I do every day, so it often delays my bedtime). She tried to get me to commit to two meditations and two nights of not writing, I tried to talk her down to two meditations and one night where I try not to write, and this is what we settled on. I'm willing to concede that it's possible that taking this additional rest will make me so much more productive in the time that I'm not resting that I won't resent the time spent resting. On the other hand, if 52 years of sleeping almost every night hasn't reconciled me to the necessity of sleeping. . .

The Drifter (2025)

Nov. 14th, 2025 10:36 am
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In this sci-fi thriller set in turn-of-the-millennium Australia, Mick Carter returns to the town he swore he'd never go back to after five years on the road. He's in town for a family funeral, but before he can make it there, he witnesses a murder perpetrated by what looks like military special ops. Then Mick himself is killed as well—only to reawaken moments before his death, getting a second chance to save himself. To figure out what's going on and the nature of his strange new power to cheat death, Mick will have to untangle a web of dark conspiracy, as well as finally facing his own past.

figure is illuminated in light streaming into a railway boxcar as Mick narrates that the man is caught like a rabbit in the headlights

I've played some of these guys' game jam entries, so I was excited for their first full-length point-and-click, and it didn't disappoint. It's a gritty, story-focused game with a great balance of pulp SF and psychological drama. The premise of being able to undo your own death (possibly at the expense of your sanity) allows the game to put you in dangerous situations without frustrating game-overs, as well as exploring themes of trauma and regret. If you could go back and do things over again, would you? Should you? As the true cause of Mick's time jumps is uncovered, the game digs into these questions in ways that are both disturbing and narratively satisfying, and that's a great combination.

cut for length )

The Drifter is on Steam and GOG for $19.99 USD. There's also a free demo on the devs' itch.io page.

Thinking women

Nov. 14th, 2025 02:51 pm
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I don't think we actually have to claim she invented science fiction, because to the best of my recollection and without going and looking it up, various people in the C17th were doing similar things. Also, honestly, why can we not claim women among the Great Eccentrics of History? What we like about Margaret Cavendish is that she appears to have heartily embraced this identity rather than having it plonked upon her by a judgemental world: The Duchess Who Invented Science Fiction.

Though I am slightly muttering under my breath about the women of the time who were also Doing Science and Being Intellectual in a rather less flamboyant fashion e.g. Lady Ranelagh, and indeed women in the Evelyn circle....

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Quiet persistence and a lucky combination of first husband dying after a few years of marriage and sympathetic second husband (see also Mrs Delany): Mary Somerville – the first scientist - she taught Ada Lovelace, plus she lived to be 92. (You know, I am sorry for those women in science who died tragically young, but we hear a lot less about the ones like Dorothy Hodgkin who had a long and spectacularly effective career in crystallography while suffering from rheumatoid arthritis and actually GOT THE NOBEL. I also mark her up for persistence in humanitarian concerns.)

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Okay, Amy Levy did die, by her own hand, distressingly young: but her personal archive, up till now in private hands, has now been acquired by the University of Cambridge Library: The archive of enigmatic 19th-century writer Amy Levy has a new home at Cambridge University Library

Chapter 3 Completed!!!!

Nov. 14th, 2025 09:33 am
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Finished Chapter 3!!!!!! Go me!!!!!

Literally, the second I finished typing, the electricity went off in the house. I figure this was the Universe's way of getting me to the gym because otherwise, I would have been sorely tempted to sit on my ass and binge Season 4 of Selling Sunset.

Such a personal relationship with the Unverse, I have! 😀

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One more chapter in the Grazia arc.

In this chapter, she meets with a drug dealer on a deserted corner at 4 in the morning who's hawking N95 masks (this actually happed to Public Policy Eleanor who had the misfortune still to be a nurse during COVID); gets floated to the floor where she watches lots of people die—including a woman who could be her doppelganger; flips out; joins a strange Shaktipata yoga cult; gets snatched by Neal who takes her to his Catskills cabin and nurses her back to mental health. The chapter has to end full-circle with Grazia & the other sister wives on the front porch of the Catskills cabin the day after Neal's memorial.

Then I start with Part 2, which is told in Daria's voice, which I am imagining as highly poetic with no wisecracks but a lot of linguistic wordplay, since Daria thinks simultaneously in English, Spanish, & French. This is going to be challenging since my French is bad & I don't speak Spanish.

If only I'd won Lotto, I would start Chapter 4 today. But you have to buy a Lotto ticket to win Lotto.

So, instead, I must—ugh—Remunerate. Don't want to work while I'm in Ithaca with the SonZ, so must position myself ahead of the deadline.
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Last night I wanted to look up those headbands with bobbly decorations on them, and had one of those moments of, "Are they really called deely-boppers, or is that just something we called them for unknown reasons?"

(for Otter Pops - most places apparently know them as Freeze Pops; Otter Pops were regional to where I grew up)

Anyway, you should take a moment to admire the Wikipedia page about them:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deely_bobber

I am so amused.

Harriette continues to be the worst

Nov. 14th, 2025 09:28 am
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DEAR HARRIETTE: A friend and I were watching a popular TV series together. The show is based on high schoolers who struggle with substance use disorder, mental health, anger management, sexual exploitation and more. We both were making comments regarding our shock throughout the episodes, but at some point, my friend looked over to me and said he feels sorry for my future children. I was wounded. That is such a strong statement.

I tried to unpack with him what he had said, but I didn't get far. He shared that he thought my expectations were too aggressive and that no kid will be able to thrive around me. I think of parenting as a balance between structure and vulnerability, and I've always hoped I will be an honest and understanding mom. Neither of us has children, by the way.

I want my friend to know his harsh critiques impacted me and that he should be more mindful with his opinions in the future. Is it even worth revisiting this conversation? -- Bad Mom


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The value of failed art

Nov. 14th, 2025 04:02 pm
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Recently I watched a random algorithm-suggested YouTube video about that DIY house from the SomethingAwful forums and it reminded me of a Folding Ideas video that talks about the child-obliterating zipline discussion, so I'm rewatching some old Folding Ideas videos (still can't remember which one did that and I haven't found it yet). Today I watched Folding Ideas | An American Tail: Fievel Goes to Video Game Hell (Oct 4, 2018) and came across this striking quote that articulates a lot of what I enjoy about reading bad and mediocre fanfiction.

I wanted to share this with you, not because it's important or good or an underrated gem, but because it's none of those things. This game is bad. It's cheaply made, it's difficult to find, it's largely forgotten, it's not fun, and for all those reasons, it's likely to vanish entirely. And that's why I wanted to preserve it.

I believe in the value of failed art. Art that is driven by carelessness, by unchecked and untalented ego, by spectacularly low-stakes greed. It has a tendency to be novel, to be unpredictable, in a way that deliberate art never can. This is why it's so much fun to watch bad movies.

No one would ever make this game on purpose. Something in the creative process needs to be fundamentally broken to get to this point.

If you were going to sit down two decades later to make a game out of An American Tail because you actually cared about the movie and you cared about making the game, you're not going to churn out a hodgepodge series of disconnected minigames that don't work well.

It is not simply a lack of time or money that produces something like An American Tail the video game, but a profound lack of caring.

The end product of that broken process isn't worth playing for its own merits, but it is worth playing because it's worth remembering.

Dan Olson, "Folding Ideas - An American Tail: Fievel Goes to Video Game Hell" (Oct 4, 2018)


Interestingly, the fact that it tends to be novel, unpredictable, and fun, in a way that is maybe like watching bad movies, remains true even though there are probably many more pieces of bad fanfiction that aren't driven by a profound lack of caring.

On one level, yes, there's an overwhelming carelessness in a lot of badfic and a lot of modern fanfiction in general - I've talked before about the changing norms around beta reading, then editing, then even spellcheck, so that now editing is vanishingly rare and an overwhelming majority of the works you see in the tags I've visited at AO3 in recent years - with the sole exception of Yuletide and other fests - are dominated by things that haven't even been spellchecked, and you're less likely to see betas thanked in the notes than to see a statement that they didn't bother to spellcheck, didn't have a beta, or will maybe proofread later but they couldn't proofread before posting because they just "had to" post from their phone on a train in a tunnel at 3 am to meet a nonexistent deadline. The current norms seem to be extremely casual, and to consider editing and spellcheck and even reading back over what you've written as a fussy optional bit of formality that isn't really needed on comfortable casual occasions like posting fic, but should be saved for very special events.

But on another, of course, fanfiction is not often produced with a complete lack of caring. There is at least an enthusiasm or interest, an effort, however small, involved in putting their ideas into words - even if they've just sort of farted out the initial form of the idea without engaging their internal filters at all, or posted a chat log and not bothered to take out the tags and add sentence-final punctuation to it, at least there was a mental spark behind it that is probably not present in the corporate greed and maze of underpaid subcontractors involved with cheap crap videogames.

In spite of the presence in most fanfiction (I say most because you will still run into things that are like 'this was actually written for my OCs and I've used find and replace with the pairing names from this list of five popular fandoms, you can read this same poorly-punctuated fart with the names from the other fandoms here!') of that animating spark, though, overall, surveying the field of badfic and, tbh, even most of the generically mediocre fanfiction that [personal profile] waxjism would describe in her spreadsheet as "sub mid"... the vibes of what he's saying here hold true.

They do reek of an often fascinating level of not-caring, whether it's caring enough to use spellcheck or taking five seconds to google an incorrect fact they stuck in that they didn't have to put there in the first place. They do provide a fully perceptible class of novelty - random, bizarre innovations that it feels like nobody could have done "on purpose". They do remind you of very bad movies. And in many of them it does seem like something in the creative process had to be fundamentally broken (perhaps just the steps between the initial brainstorming and any analysis or consideration or planning).

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Nov. 14th, 2025 02:11 pm
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It’s a very grey, bleak day out there. Let’s have a sparkly song: