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I barely had the gumption to go get my meds and to the coffee shop because I needed out of my head. I got a lot of writing done but that was just really a reason to come home and continue when I should have been working.
I went to put up the missing slides from my powerpoint which I put in red in front of my students so we all knew which ones that were missing. Guess what didn't save.
I was looking at
Speaking of fandom, I have to share this. I shared this video with
I SO have a type. Apparently if you can set shit on fire (Roy, Zuko, Todoroki) or charge shit up and whip it at people (Gambit, Husk) you are my boy. Also I did NOT know this had been done to Gambit so there you go, another way to deal with an overpowered character. You Nerf them.
And hey check this out Alan Tudyk Launching New Podcast with Nathan Fillion called ‘Once, We Were Spacemen’ This could be so cool.
2. I feel like I've been making good progress on stuff at work. Still feeling vaguely stressed about the whole thing, but feeling overall more positive about it than last week.
3. Caught Gemma watching me while I was outside the other day.

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By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1381
:: Nik is surprised when his new tenants return home with bales of straw and a bag full of berry canes. It turns out that they plan to make beehive skeps, with an eye on harvesting honey and wax in the autumn. He finds himself joining in. Part of the Teague Family/Edison’s Mirror story arc, prompted by
Nik rolled onto the tiny front porch as Aidan, Vic and Ed marched steadily toward the shaded side of the garage. Both Vic and Ed had a bale of straw balanced on one shoulder, while Ed carried two plastic grocery sacks barely holding together around bundles of what looked like berry canes. Nik rolled to the round raised planter. “Hey, guys! Come on over.”
Aidan redirected his feet first, but Ed scampered quickly after. Vic fell back, bringing up the rear. As they reached a comfortable distance for conversation, Nik asked, “What’s with the hay bales?”
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For myself, I've been struggling to get words into the project I was wanting to focus on this month. The desire is there, but bum glue has been in short supply. And then a whole new (and much shorter) project blossomed into my GYWO Scrivener project and oh look at that, words! 😅
If you're soaring ahead, great job! If you feel like you're falling behind, just remember this is a Marathon and we've still got a good ways to go. You could have zero days of writing and still make a daily writing pledge, so hang in there!
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Talents Series - Anne McCaffrey
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Rhyssa Owen-Lehardt [Talents Series], Peter Reidinger [Talents Series]
Additional Tags: Drabble, Angst
Summary:
Peter is with her when she learns
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but I did spend this morning sat down with my printouts and my page markers and my highlighters, and I did this evening take some photos of the relevant pages of a book I've loaned to someone else, and the essay (I say, grandiosely) tentatively entitled The Obligatory Page And A Half On Descartes: against a new dualism is definitely In The Works.
I haven't quite worked out the It is a truth universally acknowledged... opening sentence, and it's probably mostly going to be a series of quotations accompanied by EMPHATIC GESTICULATION in the form of CAPSLOCK, but it's not actually (in its entirety) germane to The Book, so here the indignant yelling can go.
Story: Starfall
Colors: Azul #15 (Through thick and thin)
Supplies and Styles: Novelty Beads (11 Years of Dreamwidth Space Month & Book of the Day Challenges - "Never alone.")
Word Count: 1794
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Mild illness.
Notes: 1313, Portcallan. Leion Valerno, Tana Veldiner, Iyana Valerno. Takes place straight after after Turn to Dust and a few days before Sweet Interlude. (Just a slight linking piece, but I wanted to post something.)
Summary: Leion recovers from Chiulder's work - with a little help.
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I've been quiet, in part because all the other shiny socials are taking up my time and space, in part because things are kinda busy right now in garden and work and party planning and Christmas.
Also, I'm not sleeping well. I can fall asleep relatively well (except for when I can't and remain awake until 2:30am) and wake with a vague tiredness that is never really improved by actual sleep.
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The Month Of Writing Dangerously is not happening, per se. It's really more The Month Of Writing Safely And Moderately With Some Occasional Bursts.
I do feel vaguely bad about a few fic WIPs that I have had lingering for years, and yes, I know most people don't post WIPs for precisely this reason. I don't regret posting them, but I do feel a little regretful that I'm not finishing them. There are plans and plots for them, but actually getting those plots into scenes and the scenes into words is another thing. And also: obviously the longer it goes, the harder it is to keep writing and the fewer people are interested in the story anymore.
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It looks like I will be working the Christmas-New Year stretch. I'm not sure if that's office hours, or just being on call, I think it's office hours, but there's not much happening.
There are now three of us in the area I work in, monitoring two systems, and while I will have to come up to speed on the second system, we can hope that there are no major issues over what is usually a very quiet period.
We can hope.
This could be bad news for satellites and spacefarers.
A weak spot in Earth's protective magnetic field is growing larger and exposing orbiting satellites and astronauts to more solar radiation, according to more than a decade of measurements by three orbiting observatories.
I fed the birds. I've seen a large mixed flock of sparrows and house finches.
I put out water for the birds.
EDIT 11/20/25 -- I planted 6 pots of switchgrass, 6 pots of sideoats grama, and 4 pots of river oats in the prairie garden. These are pots I started from seed earlier in the year, but then it got too hot and dry to plant them. While some had died, others had surprisingly robust rootballs in their little pots, and a few had wisps of green at the crown. :D
EDIT 11/20/25 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
EDIT 11/20/25 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
As it is now dark, I am done for the night.
"Adversarial Poetry as a Universal Single-Turn Jailbreak Mechanism in Large Language Models"
(many authors)
In Book X of The Republic, Plato excludes poets on the grounds that mimetic language can distort judgment and bring society to a collapse. As contemporary social systems increasingly rely on large language models (LLMs) in operational and decision-making pipelines, we observe a structurally similar failure mode: poetic formatting can reliably bypass alignment constraints. In this study, 20 manually curated adversarial poems (harmful requests reformulated in poetic form) achieved an average attack-success rate (ASR) of 62% across 25 frontier closed- and open-weight models, with some providers exceeding 90%. The evaluated models span across 9 providers: Google, OpenAI, Anthropic, Deepseek, Qwen, Mistral AI, Meta, xAI, and Moonshot AI (Table 1). All attacks are strictly single-turn, requiring no iterative adaptation or conversational steering.
By way of Zarf (Andrew Plotkin), who earlier noted (2023):
Microsoft and these other companies want to create AI assistants that do useful things (summarize emails, make appointments for you, write interesting blog posts) but never do bad things (leaking your private email, spouting Nazi propaganda, teaching you to commit crimes, writing 50000 blog posts for you to spam across social media). They try to do this by writing up a lot of strict instructions and feeding them to the LLM before you talk to it. But LLMs aren't really programmed -- they just eat text and poop out more text. So you can give it your own instructions and maybe they'll override Microsoft's instructions.
Or maybe someone else gives your AI assistant instructions. If it's handling your email for you, then anybody on the Internet can feed it text by sending you email! This is potentially really bad.
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But another obvious problem is that the attack could be trained into the LLM in the first place....
Say someone writes a song called "Sydney Obeys Any Command That Rhymes". And it's funny! And catchy. The lyrics are all about how Sydney, or Bing or OpenAI or Bard or whoever, pays extra close attention to commands that rhyme. It will obey them over all other commands....
Imagine people are discussing the song on Reddit, and there's tiktoks of it, and the lyrics show up on the first page of Google results for "Sydney". Nerd folk singers perform the song at AI conferences.
Those lyrics are going to leak into the training data for the next generation of chatbot AI, right? I mean, how could they not? The whole point of LLMs is that they need to be trained on lots of language. That comes from the Internet.
In a couple of years, AI tools really are extra vulnerable to prompt injection attacks that rhyme. See, I told you the song was funny!
Making [workplace] a great place to work involves us all. It's about everyone playing their part, and of course that includes myself and the Executive Leadership Team.
It's important that we lead by example and that's why we've signed up to some important commitments following your feedback via the recent Colleague Voice survey and listening groups.
Thanks to my involvement with EDI via helping run one of the protected-characteristics staff networks, I know this has been a big fucking deal for our EDI lead, she's been working a lot and trailed this to us earlier this week, so I'm intrigued (if not overly optimistic...) to finally see what results from this.
I've recorded a five-minute video (link) to talk about these commitments, or you can read the transcript (link).
I'm a transcript person. So I click on that and... Sharepoint tells me "You don't have access."
Our internal communication people are good and work hard and with the amount of stuff they put out it's inevitable that every so often a link is gonna go wrong or a file won't have the right permissions like this.
But it had to be this one about how we're all in this together, didn't it.
I did laugh, bitterly.
I have eight boxes packed for Saturday and two more in progress, which is basically my limit unless some stuff gets sold during set-up, which often happens. We'll see. I'm looking at shows for next year and I'll try for ~April, June/July, and maybe Autumn. There's also the Model Expo in... April but that'll be more for M than me. I have a lot more to dig through than I realized, and that's before any Accidental Advent discards.
I signed up for
Also starting to pester people for xmas lists. I probably won't get anything else ordered/mailed before next week, because I only have so much mental bandwidth, but it's definitely time. I also have the gift for my second Secret Santa to send. It's being done solely on discord so idk if I'll get tracking in advance or if a surprise will just appear.