Last night, I successfully installed #Debian using a decades-old #DEC #vt510 #serial #terminal. And then, of course, set it up for daily use. My blog post at https://changelog.complete.org/archives/10886-installing-and-using-debian-using-my-decades-old-genuine-dec-vt510-serial-terminal explains how.
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八尺様Paper Cranes Part 2 (In Praise of Hott Cocoa)
#FanFiction #IsTheOrderARabbit (#GochiUsa)
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt 9/13
Takahiro and Midori watched the girls with their eyes, smiling as they saw Maya and Megu stare at the paper cranes decorating the shop. Chino, more reserved, peeked over their shoulders.
Meanwhile, Cocoa bought the tickets and tried corralling the girls, only to be sucked into their excitement.
“They’re so happy,” Midori said, “Practically #luminous.”
“Even Chino,” Rize said, bashful at joining the adult conversation. “The shop is so much fun to work at now.”
She hurriedly added, “Not that it wasn’t before.”
“Even if you have to clean up her messes?” Midori asked.
“It #bugs me sometimes, but even then. How could I not? She makes you smile. Even Chino is brighter now. She used to hardly ever smile.”
Takahiro nodded. “We can thank Cocoa for that. I was worried at first about letting her stay with us, but it’s been a #blessing.”
“And we’ve made lots of new friends because of her.” Rize smiled at Chiya and Syaro.
The girls smiled back.
“There’s something about her,” Chiya said. “She’s so scatterbrained, but she brings people together. It’s hard not to have fun around her.”
“Go on, you three join them,” Takahiro said. “You don’t really want to be with the stodgy adults. There’s time enough for that.”
The three girls looked at each other, then Rize nodded. She turned to the adults and said, “It’s been nice speaking with you, Takahiro-san. You too, Midori-san. But you’re right; we belong with them.”
The girls set off after their friends at a trot.
As he watched them leave, Takahiro said to Midori, “They grow up so fast.”
“Too fast, I think,” Midori added.
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Paper Cranes Part 1
#FanFiction #IsTheOrderARabbit (#GochiUsa)
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt (8/26 Cranes, somehow this one never got posted.)
“Where are we going?” Maya asked. She was leading the other girls, bouncing more than walking.
“That’s a surprise,” Midori said, with a laugh tugging at her lips.
“Dad, where are we going?” Chino asked more quietly than the others. She held Takahiro’s hand on one side by choice, and Cocoa’s on the other at Cocoa’s insistence.
“You’ll know when we arrive,” he answered. “It was Midori’s idea, and it’s her surprise.” His smile radiated joy equal to Midori’s.
“I know,” Cocoa said. “We’re going to the park, the one with the carousel.”
“The park is the other way,” Chiya said, pointing. Her kimono sleeves caught the cool morning breeze. The green of her dress matched the summer vegetation. Next to her friends in casual dress, she looked regal.
“It’s toward the lake,” Rize said. “Perhaps we're going swimming?” Her glance strayed to Syaro. Catching her eye, she nodded thanks for teaching her to swim.
“It can’t be swimming; we didn’t bring swimsuits,” Megu said.
The two adults nodded in agreement. Instead of answering, they listened to the girls' chatter.
Syaro finally spoke. “I know where we’re going, and you should too, Chiya. We were just talking about it last night.”
“Oh, the…”
“Shush,” the adults said, almost drowned out by the chorus of “Where, where, where are we going?”
“Look! It says ‘#Crane Viewing.’” Cocoa pointed to a pastel blue banner.
“Go on, and run ahead if you want, but don’t bother anyone.” No sooner had Takahiro spoken than the younger girls began running. Chiya and Syaro continued strolling, while Rize and Cocoa decided which group to join. The former joined the “Ladylike” group, while Cocoa continued looking after Chino and the rest of ChiMaME. "I have to look after my little sister.”
Midori chuckled and said, “That's the duty of a big sister.”
Takahiro winked at Midori knowingly and said to Cocoa, “Go on, here is the money to buy tickets. We'll join you.”
#Wholesome #SliceOfLife #Yuri #FanFic
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Fleurs d’amour- Fleurs de mort
New editions, available as prints on canvas, in variable sizes.
(ongoing photography-project, since 2022)
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New editions, available as prints on canvas, in variable sizes.
(ongoing photography-project, since 2022)
#fleurs #flowers #photography #art #serial #stopwar #stopgenocide #extinction-rebellion #collectors
#WebAuthorsCafe 1: Introduce yourself and your work. If you want, add a link to where your work can be found.
I'm a published SF and fantasy author who burnt out in 2001 and returned to storytelling using the excuse that fan fiction wasn't real writing—you can't sell it—so I could let go of the fear and angst that had stopped me before. Spoiler: It is real writing. It is also wonderful practice.
I began posting online in 2015. I started by writing stories that continued certain series episodes, extending it where the show lacked depth, but later created original characters and situations that went far beyond the scope of the original material, or would have been flatly incompatible. I specialized in radical backstories and histories that if you squinted properly, might evolve into the rather sketchy characters in the show—sometimes squinting through a microscope.
Since then I've been adapting my characters and plot lines to conventional F&SF stories, and extending those otherwise constrained restrained characters into my own original universe, creating stories that highlight my fervor for telling #gender related and #feminist stories.
When I considered this hashtag in the beginning, I forgot that I do still publish quite often online, now only on Mastodon. Writing short scenes that are satisfyingly complete by themselves was a revelation that occurred only after I started on this site. I'll direct you to two short tootfics (I have a 5,000 character limit, so I by this I mean approximately 750 words). These are not as polished as they could be, but I think they highlight my characters, stories, emotional content, and humor. Both are in the Reluctance Series #RSReluctanceStory. Surprisingly (for me), it turns out I pinned both story posts, so I guess I think they're pretty good. Many of my better samples can be for in my pinned sample story link post; one of these days I have to add my newer stuff to that list…
Reframing the Experience: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/112497915608418589
The Wanted Poster: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110136451462609798
Pinned Sample Story Link Post: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110470537747067765
PS: I thought about linking to my 900K of fan fiction, but I don't want to muddy the waters, and do want to maintain a separation. If you know who I am IRL or under another aliase, please keep this to yourself.
[Author retains copyright (c)2025 R.S.]
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Eldritch CaféRS, Author, Novelist, Prosaist (@sfwrtr@eldritch.cafe)> #PennedPossibilities 324 — SC POV: If you could relive one day of your life without changing anything that happened, which day would you choose? Tootfic: **Reframing the Experience**
[*When my SC says armor, it's really a weightless magical exoskeleton that melds with her body. It looks like blackened bones, because it is. —R.S.*]
Oh, there's plenty of days I'd relive unchanged. Like the day I fledged, when I first flew on my own. Or the day learned the thrill of hauling things through the sky. Both good events in a rather dull and awful childhood that turned to cinders when my parents disapproved of the way I wanted to live my life. Said I aimed for the dirt not the sky. Maybe they weren't so dumb—I ended up badly, flying messages for a crime boss over a dozen years. But, then, there was that day last week...
I've told you a few times how I ended up with the armor and a new job training as a pretorian, you know, having faced down the greatest thaumaturge who ever lived, having nearly killed her. Impressed her.
I thought.
Well, my drill instructor was training me that dawn. I wore the armor. The thaumaturge dove at me, full speed. She's a monster flier, taller, more massive, immortal. I jumped into the sky. Fled.
She followed.
Though the armor let me fly like a sparrow, change direction in a heartbeat, and take a thumping only slightly changing my course, it had been *her* armor once. She kept appearing before me, striking at my face or heart, sending me into spins toward the ground, stalling me out, almost panicking me into flying into trees or buildings. For all her mass and the inertia that implies, I barely avoided her, half the time with her cackling at my barrel rolls or dives that sent down feathers flying. She had muscle; I tired despite the armor until I thought my heart would burst from my chest, at which point a flyby pitched me into the ground.
I skid across the running track on my belly right up to my instructor. I don't know how I didn't break a wing or my neck. Ok, I do: The Armor.
She landed beside me with a loud thump. She wasn't even winded! She told him, "She lacks stamina. Train her harder."
She leaned down until her face was in my face. I smelled maple syrup on her breath. She said, "You need to use the magic in the armor. There's a class at first bell in the Ivory building, room B7. Shower and be there ON TIME."
I have wings.
I don't do magic.
I showered though, once my legs stopped shaking. I slunk into the class still half-frightened out of my wits. My new friend was there, the curse breaker, a former prizefighter, the one I'd fought beside against *Her,* that ended up with me getting the armor. It was some sort of advanced special Ed class for mages. I suddenly felt totally inadequate and I cried. Me. At the age of 27, I cried telling her my story, pointing to my purpling bruises, complaining that had *She* gotten in a good strike *She* would have caved in my rib cage.
My friend was having none of it. She said, "You're a day angel who just went ten minutes fighting *Her.* Somehow, you're still alive."
I hadn't thought about it that way. I later learned the word, "Reframing."
The instructor came in with a truckload of tomes and grimoires. *She* had prepared him for me. He gave me a magic primer. I knew it was a primer because it had PICTURES of youngsters playing. Despite the stares of the other students, I read the book.
Half hour later, I got the armor to glow dull red, like iron out of a forge. Truly. Awesome. Didn't know what it did except look intimidating, but still...
Awesome.
I felt my heart grow large in my chest, and it struck me. Someone (okay, the ruler of the nation) wanted me for who I was and who I could become, and because I was capable. *She* wanted me to aim for the sky. My new friend supported me and pushed me forward. I *liked* this, who I was, what I was finding I could be, could become.
And.
Oddly.
I realized, for what it was worth, my parents would approve. (And flap them if they didn't!)
Best. Day. *Ever.*
[Author retains copyright (c)2024 R.S.]
#BoostingIsSharing and #CommentingIsCool
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The penultimate episode of The Undersea Kingdom is up on our You Tube channel! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6M37iDCTuGc
#MST3K #rifftrax #comedy #commentary #funny #scifi #adventure #ATLANTIS #serial #theunderseakingdom #crashcorrigan #1930s
1. Summoning Moon
#FanFiction #TheApothecaryDiaries
#wss366 #MastoPrompt
Mao pondered the woman she’d just met. There was something very affable about her, windy thoughts and all. What kind of husband or father would let her wander around? For her own safety, they should lock her up before she poisoned herself or turned her brain to barley porridge.
Something this long #carriage trip threatened to do to her. It was a mystery why she had been summoned. One minute she was sorting medical supplies, and the next moment, Dr. Lu told her she had a quarter of an incense stick’s worth of time to prepare for a trip.
They should have inspected the carriage instead of rushing her. Losing a wheel had cost them more time than they had gained by hurrying her.
It was late when the wagon pulled into a dark, ill-kept inn. Even in the dark, Mao could see that the incident that had required traveling to the country was bigger than she’d imagined. A dozen soldiers stood around looking solemn. Her breath caught in her throat. They were Jinshi’s guards. Had he been ambushed, fallen ill, been poisoned?
There was no point in speculating; she would find out soon enough.
Ignoring protocol, Mao jumped out of the carriage, almost running into Basen, who had hurried to meet it.
“Come, you’re late,” he said by way of greeting. She wanted to protest that it wasn’t her fault; instead, she focused on what was important: “What’s going…?”
Basen didn’t let her finish. “Not here. I’ll explain inside.” His voice was tight, and his brow furrowed with worry lines that reminded her of his father’s.
Dodging unsavory objects #mashed into the muddy ground, she struggled to keep up with Basen as he crossed the courtyard. It wasn’t until they reached the door that she could try again. “He’s not dead…?”
Basen cut off again. “Not here, Niangniang. Soon.”
So what did she know? When they called for her, Jinshi couldn’t have been dead yet. No one needs an apothecary for a corpse. The same logic held now. The rush meant he was still alive. But why her? Poison was the only reason she could think of, unless the Moon Prince wished to say something to her before he died. That was an eventuality she wasn’t prepared to deal with, nor was she ready to confront the feelings it aroused.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP
#ApothecaryDiaries
Well, I've been in loads of pain tonight, but I have made progress on the #writing side of things.
The whole of Chapter 21 is now publicly available on Patreon:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/cleansing-21-of-137506256
I've written Chapter 22 and it's on Early Access for Patreon members. If you're the Ko-Fi supporter I have, I need to format it for Ko-Fi before posting it there, so that will be another day.
Thanks.
We've made it to Chapter 10 of The Undersea Kingdom! #MST3K #rifftrax #scifi #adventure #serial #riffing #comedy #funny #commentary #reaction #review #atlantis #letswatch https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oRiuPTCo7pc
Welcome to this Fall Is In The Air edition of Samurai Saturday!
Up first, his plans for vengeance are all falling apart. How will Judex respond? It's Judex Chapter 9, When the Child Appeared Part 1!
Then, it's the third and final entry for Tomisaburō Wakayama's bounty hunter, Eight Men to Kill!
#samurai #serial #film
#SamuraiSaturday
letterboxd.comEight Men to Kill (1972)The third movie following the exploits of bounty hunter Shikoro Ichibei. The theft of almost a half ton of gold from the shogunate's official mine threatens to bankrupt the government of Japan. Despite a desperate search the gold has not been found, causing officials of the Tokugawa bakufu to call on their most skillful secret agent, Shikoro Ichibei.
Interesting Retro Technology from times long past.
Data signalling cables RS232 serial DB9 to DB25
Cables like this were used on high speed modems like Telebit 9600BPS MNP5 Fax modem with which my country held it's Communications with upr2.clu.net talking purely UUCP.
Capture and Plot Serial Data in the Browser https://hackaday.com/2025/09/05/capture-and-plot-serial-data-in-the-browser/ #SoftwareHacks #serialdata #plotter #serial
Hackaday · Capture And Plot Serial Data In The BrowserIf you’re working with a microcontroller that reads a sensor, the chances are that at some point you’re faced with a serial port passing out continuous readings. The workflow of visuali…
Capture and Plot Serial Data in the Browser - If you’re working with a microcontroller that reads a sensor, the chances are that... - https://hackaday.com/2025/09/05/capture-and-plot-serial-data-in-the-browser/ #softwarehacks #serialdata #plotter #serial
Hackaday · Capture And Plot Serial Data In The BrowserIf you’re working with a microcontroller that reads a sensor, the chances are that at some point you’re faced with a serial port passing out continuous readings. The workflow of visuali…
Need a break from the news? Feeling trapped in your day-to-day?
How about a small escape… into a world where escape might not be possible.
A fantasy world that unfolds in true serial style—one post at a time.
Start at the pin to begin for the first time, or simply return to escape again.
Delve.
https://mastodon.social/@skipscherer/113760922934108645
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It begins here: Delve!
A fantasy story told post by post, no pre-planning. All in thread. Please share if you enjoy!
– Updated 1-2 times a week.
– No limits.
– No editor.
Longer explanation here: http://www.bit.ly/_Delve
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Fleurs d’amour- Fleurs de mort
New editions, available aanstaande prints on canvas, in variable sizes.
(ongoing photography-project, since 2022)
#fleurs #flowers #photography #art #serial #stopwar #stopgenocide #extinction-rebellion #collectors
New editions, available aanstaande prints on canvas, in variable sizes.
(ongoing photography-project, since 2022)
#fleurs #flowers #photography #art #serial #stopwar #stopgenocide #extinction-rebellion #collectors
For Love of a Konbini Idol, I Fought a Cult
Chapter 74 Released
Tatarimori (祟り森)
By Nara Moore
Art Mai-sensei
Furyō Shōjo Warukyūre
不良少女ワルキューレ
Valkyrie Delinquent
Self-titled bounty hunters. Tough, lethal women, just inside the law. Their specialty youkai extermination.
Join Ume & her family as their relationships develop. In a creepy world where “love” never dies
At: https://www.pixiv.net/novel/series/11417104
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52770025
Artist: https://bsky.app/profile/maisart.bsky.social
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #LGBTQ #LightNovel #Romance #LGBTQIA #Yuri #Queer #Fantasy #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #Serial
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 35: EP 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part U
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #TimeTravelAuthors 31
When the fateful day arrived, Emily and I stayed glued to the observation posts. Passengers came to admire the New Jersey countryside below, and then left to pack.
Miss Pang took a seat in the lounge near us and ordered a Champagne cocktail. She glanced my way but no more.
Next to me, Emily said, “I’m watching you. If we don’t crash, I want to catch you before you slip away.”
Her use of "I" confused me, but I followed her gaze to Miss Pang. I nodded. “I wouldn’t expect less of you. If we don’t crash, I’ll be happy to hand her the film and apologize.”
The landing mast came into view, a tall, spindly structure. Below was a mixture of pine forests and sandy fields. The aerodrome building loomed large, and I could see the people clearly. “Which one will I be giving the film to?” I asked.
“He’s next to the terminal. I’ll lead you to him.”
“There’s a crowd down there. Are they all needed to land this thing?” I asked, looking at the lines of men in uniforms. What I mainly noticed a field of bobbing white hats.
“First time, bud,” the man next to me said. “Don’t worry. They’ve got it down to a science. We’ll be on the ground in a jiffy.”
I nodded thanks, wondering if he would remember those words later.
The tableware in the room rattled, and the ship groaned.
I felt sick to my stomach. Things were going to get very bad soon. Some people around me might die. I hoped the steward survived. He’d treated me well. It #frustrated me that there was nothing I could do to help these people.
A stray thought popped into my head: “What will they think when they can’t find my body? Mlle Bijou was on the #manifest, or will my name disappear?”
I glanced at where Miss Pang had been sitting, but she’d disappeared. The cocktail was untouched—a mocking symbol of an unfinished life.
I wondered about her absence, but there wasn’t time to think about it.
“Passengers, please prepare for landing,” the captain announced over the intercom, repeating the message in German.
I took Emily’s hand. “Ready.” My voice sounded unsteady. She nodded, and I focused on dematerializing. A process that always seemed to take forever, though in truth it was only thirty seconds. The man next to us gaped as he stared at me. The next few minutes would scar him for life. My disappearing act was only the beginning.
I tugged on Emily’s hand and stepped through the wall. It was like walking into a gale. The wall was thin, and I was outside the ship in an instant. The ground looked very far away.
My head spun, and my stomach lurched. What if I fell? I had no idea what would happen if I ran out of energy and materialized again. Emily had carefully pointed out that I only thought I couldn’t die. Even if I were right, I suspected a fall from this height would hurt.
“My God, I’m going to fall!”
Delve Post 70!
https://mastodon.social/@skipscherer/115113617017109477
Power tempts. Escape beckons. Kru stands at the edge of both. What happens next unfolds in the cells, week by week. A fantasy serial that whispers secrets and tightens its grip—300 characters at a time!
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A mad refrain in his mind. “You already know.”
Walls grew frigid. Drips froze the pipe. Cold biting his skin, he focused on what he knew. Magic. Shaking hands waved the light rune on and off. Magic required power, and the only power was him. A prick in his block—it was a—whisper. He needed a roar.