The former Mutant Enemy alum was an assistant to Joss on Buffy, Angel, and Firefly back in the day. Brett wrote the Firefly episode "Heart of Gold" and co-wrote the Serenity comic books "Those Left Behind" and "Better Days".
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Interesting paper: "The rise of reading analytics and the emerging calculus of reading privacy in the digital world," by Clifford Lynch:
Abstract: This paper studies emerging technologies for tracking reading behaviors ("reading analytics") and their implications for reader privacy, attempting to place them in a historical context. It discusses what data is being collected, to whom it is available, and how it might be used by various interested parties (including authors). I explore means of tracking what's being read, who is doing the reading, and how readers discover what they read. The paper includes two case studies: mass-market e-books (both directly acquired by readers and mediated by libraries) and scholarly journals (usually mediated by academic libraries); in the latter case I also provide examples of the implications of various authentication, authorization and access management practices on reader privacy. While legal issues are touched upon, the focus is generally pragmatic, emphasizing technology and marketplace practices. The article illustrates the way reader privacy concerns are shifting from government to commercial surveillance, and the interactions between government and the private sector in this area. The paper emphasizes U.S.-based developments.
He's a marketing genius who buys the once-simple Rust-Eze Racing Center and transforms it into a state-of-the-art training facility.
It will be fun watching Nathan in a car-related project, as recent pointed out, which probably purely coincidental, that we are remembering 10 years of Drive.
Lithuanian artist Ceslovas Cesnakevicius has fun creating photo-montages depicting wild free animals wandering in European cities' streets.
After travelling a lot, Ceslovas had the idea of this black and white series named The Zoo.
Here is how our daily life would look if we shared it with wild animals.
Clever cat Coco shows off just how smart she really is. Her owner set up this little challenge to test her IQ. The puzzle is designed for dogs and contains treats that a dog needs to unlock to enjoy. It didn't take long for Coco to figure out the puzzle but there was a little cheating along the way.
Submitted by: (via Storyful)
The mountain looks like a man's face, facing up and lying down, asleep.
The cloud looks like a cat, sneaking up and ready to wake up the man.
Same thing happens down here on earth. All. The. Time.
Photo Credit: Mike Raabe
Pairing/Characters: Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: 100 x 6
Challenge: Written for snarry100/snarry100/snarry100's prompt# 573: Blessing.
Warning(s): Ginny redeems herself.
Part eight of the Wisdom Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s): sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Ginny’s expression was priceless. “Blessed Circe! Snape?”
Snape inclined his head.
“But you’re—” She turned towards Harry. “You said he died.”
“He looked dead that night in the Shack.”
“In his defence, Ms Weasley, it’s what I wanted him to believe.”
“That’s why you’re hiding,” Ginny groaned. “Oh, God. Harry, I’m—”
“Now that you know,” Severus interrupted, “what are your plans?”
“Plans?” Ginny’s frown cleared. “Oh. You think I’ll tell.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “You won’t?”
“Just Mum—Damn.” Ginny winced. “I understand.”
“Can you keep this secret, Gin?” Harry asked.
Ginny smiled ruefully. “Probably not, but I’ve a solution.”
Harry gaped at her. “You want us to Obliviate you?”
Ginny raised her chin. “I don’t want you to, but I know myself. It’ll slip out somehow. So…yeah.”
“That is generous of you,” Snape said.
Ginny huffed. “I dunno about that, I just know I owe Harry. And I’ve nothing against you, Professor. Looking back, you shielded us that last year. We were blessed to have you.”
“Thanks, Gin,” Harry whispered, hugging her.
Ginny clung for a moment. “Don’t thank me yet. You’ll need a convincing memory to make me forget all this.”
Snape hummed. “I’ve just the thing.”
“Obliviate.” Ginny’s face went slack. Snape stared into her eyes for a moment. Then, stepping back, he said, “Take her outside.”
Steering Ginny outside, Harry placed her on the corner, and moved back into the shadows.
After a few seconds, Ginny blinked, looking around. “Where in Blessed Circe am I?” she muttered, shaking her head. Huffing, she started off down the street.
“What memories did you give her?” Harry asked after returning to the shop.
Severus inclined his head. “I removed her obsession with your private life. She thinks she got lost going home.”
Harry nodded. Hopefully it would work.
“So, are you staying for supper?” Snape asked once he’d locked up.
Harry exhaled. “If I’m still welcome, yes.”
“Why wouldn’t you be welcome?” Snape asked, watching him closely.
“Oh, I dunno,” Harry said dryly. “I only led someone here, potentially revealing you to the wizarding world.”
Snape waved a hand. “That wasn’t your fault.” His lips quirked. “You just happen to be blessed with protective and persistent friends.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Is that what you think?”
Snape hummed. “I’ve examined her memories, so I’m aware of her motivation. There was no malice there. So, supper?”
Harry smiled. “Yes.”
Harry helped Snape prepare the meal, and as they sat down to eat, it all felt very domestic. “Let’s eat at my house on alternate nights,” he suggested as Snape poured wine.
Snape went still. “You’re assuming we’ll continue sharing meals.”
Harry blinked. “Don’t you want to?”
“I didn’t say that.” Setting down the bottle, Snape stared at him. “Just what are we doing, Potter?”
Harry swallowed. “I think we’re dating,” he said. “At least, I hope we are? Not to pressure you or anything, but—”
Snape nodded. “Dating.” He exhaled, blessing Harry with a smile. “That’s…acceptable.”
“She asked us to do it, so why do I feel guilty?”
Hermione sighed. “Because altering people’s memories is difficult.”
Ron, who’d remained quiet throughout the story, finally nodded. “I don’t like it either, mate, but it’s probably the only way she’d ever let it go.”
“Yeah.” Relieved to have Ron’s blessing, Harry smiled.
“Although, she’ll know soon enough when Snape returns to the wizarding world,” said Hermione.
Harry sobered. “He said he’s never returning.”
“I bet he changes his mind.” Hermione smiled. “Sounds like you’re getting pretty close. And you’re not leaving anytime soon, are you?”
Harry sighed. “No.”
There's a really interesting new paper analyzing over 100 different cyber insurance policies. From the abstract:
In this research paper, we seek to answer fundamental questions concerning the current state of the cyber insurance market. Specifically, by collecting over 100 full insurance policies, we examine the composition and variation across three primary components: The coverage and exclusions of first and third party losses which define what is and is not covered; The security application questionnaires which are used to help assess an applicant's security posture; and the rate schedules which define the algorithms used to compute premiums.
Overall, our research shows a much greater consistency among loss coverage and exclusions of insurance policies than is often assumed. For example, after examining only 5 policies, all coverage topics were identified, while it took only 13 policies to capture all exclusion topics. However, while each policy may include commonly covered losses or exclusions, there was often additional language further describing exceptions, conditions, or limits to the coverage. The application questionnaires provide insights into the security technologies and management practices that are (and are not) examined by carriers. For example, our analysis identified four main topic areas: Organizational, Technical, Policies and Procedures, and Legal and Compliance. Despite these sometimes lengthy questionnaires, however, there still appeared to be relevant gaps. For instance, information about the security posture of third-party service and supply chain providers and are notoriously difficult to assess properly (despite numerous breaches occurring from such compromise).
In regard to the rate schedules, we found a surprising variation in the sophistication of the equations and metrics used to price premiums. Many policies examined used a very simple, flat rate pricing (based simply on expected loss), while others incorporated more parameters such as the firm's asset value (or firm revenue), or standard insurance metrics (e.g. limits, retention, coinsurance), and industry type. More sophisticated policies also included information specific information security controls and practices as collected from the security questionnaires. By examining these components of insurance contracts, we hope to provide the first-ever insights into how insurance carriers understand and price cyber risks.
I'm a 31-year-old gay male. I've been with my fiancé for three years, and we are getting married in the fall. I've got a question about initiating sex in my sleep—I read somewhere that "sexsomnia" is the "medical" term, but maybe the internet invented that? According to my fiancé, I have initiated or performed some kind of sex act in the middle of the night and then gone right back to sleep. The next day, I don't remember anything. This freaks me out for a couple of reasons: My body doing things without my mind being in control is concerning enough, but it feels kinda rapey, since I doubt I'm capable of hearing "no" in this state. My fiancé doesn't feel that way; he finds it sexy. The other thing—and maybe I shouldn't have read so much Freud and Jung in college—is that I'm worried my body is acting out desires that my conscious mind doesn't want to acknowledge. According to my fiancé, the last time I did stuff in my sleep, I rimmed him and told him how much I wanted to fuck him. Rimming isn't a typical part of our sex life (although I'd like it to be), and my fiancé has never bottomed for anyone (I've topped guys in prior relationships, but in our relationship I've only bottomed). Is my body doing things that my mind won't admit it wants to do? Is there a way to prevent it from happening?
Sexsomniac Hoping Eventually Eager Trysts Stop
Sexsomnia is a real and sometimes troubling phenomenon, SHEETS, and not something the internet made up like Pizzagate or Sean Spicer. The American Academy of Sleep Medicine says sexsomnia is real—a real clinical condition—but they prefer the fancier, more "medical" sounding name: sleep related abnormal sexual behaviors. Dr. Michel Cramer Bornemann, a lead researcher at Sleep Forensics Associates (sleepforensicmedicine.org), describes sexsomnia as "sleepwalking-like behaviors that have sexualized attributes." And sleep-rimming your delighted fiancé definitely counts.
"Sexsomnia may be expressed as loud, obscene vocalizations from sleep (that are typically uncharacteristic of the individual while awake), prolonged or violent masturbation, inappropriate touch upon the genitals, buttocks, and breast of a bed partner, and initiation of sexual intercourse," said Dr. Bornemann. "The vast majority of sleep disorders are not reflective of a significant underlying psychiatric condition."
So your unconscious, late-night gropings/initiatings/rimmings don't mean you secretly desire to be an ass-eating top. And there's no need to drag poor Sigmund or Carl into this, SHEETS, since you're not doing anything in your sleep that you don't desire to do wide awake. You wanna rim your fiancé, you've topped other guys and would probably like to top this one too—so neither of the examples you cite qualify as desires your "conscious mind doesn't want to acknowledge." (Unless you wrote me in your sleep.) Like all sleep disorders, sexsomnia is just something that happens to a very small number of people, SHEETS, there's no need to endow it with deeper meaning. Take it away, Dr. Bornemann...
"The brain is made of approximately 100 billion neurons, or electrical connections that allow effective communication between brain subunits. As with all electrical systems, errors in transmission may occur—these are called 'switching errors.' In sleep, switching errors may activate previously quiescent areas of the brain while other areas remain off-line. In sleep-related behaviors, it is thought that deep-seated subunits near the sleep-wake generating center become triggered, which activate primal automatic behaviors. Simply stated, electrical switching errors in sleep may unleash the animal that actually lies within us all—sometimes to an extent that may have unintended criminal or forensics implications."
In most cases, sexsomniacs will hump a pillow or jerk themselves off. The sexsomniacs who tend to make the news—the ones we hear about—are the "unintended criminals" Dr. Bornemann alluded to, i.e., people who've sexually assaulted someone while asleep. Luckily for you, SHEETS, your fiancé is okay with your "primal automatic behaviors."
But you might wanna watch Sleepwalk with Me, an autobiographical film by Mike Birbiglia, a comedian with a sleep disorder. Birbiglia wasn't initiating sex in his sleep—he was jumping out of windows. A danger to himself and others, he sought treatment and is no longer jumping out of windows in his sleep. You're not a danger to yourself or others currently, SHEETS, but if you got a new partner or your current partner's feelings about surprise, middle-of-the-night rimjobs were to change, you could be a danger. So you should chat with a doctor now about drugs and/or other interventions.
"My catch-all advice is to read this book called The Promise of Sleep by Dr. William C. Dement," said Birbiglia in an e-mail after I shared your letter with him. "He's sort of the father of sleep medicine. He talks about sleep hygiene extensively, i.e., how to have the best night's sleep possible by avoiding TV, eating heavily, drinking, etc., a few hours before bed. I know this isn't exactly an answer to SHEET's specific question, but getting a better night's sleep could probably help him across the board in ways that he doesn't even realize."
My boyfriend wants to visit a private gay sex dungeon in Europe this summer but we want to play only with each other. Any tips on getting to play in an actual dungeon without having to put out for the guy whose dungeon it is?
Requests A Curious Kinkster
Put Berlin on your itinerary, RACK, google "SM Apartments" or "Hoist Basements," break out your credit card, splurge, and send pics.
I'm a straight married male. My wife has a very close male friend who happens to be in a poly marriage. Recently, my wife said she would like us to be able to date others, have sex, romance, etc., but still remain a married couple. She specifically wants to date her friend. I am struggling. I am not closed off to having a conversation about nonmonogamy, but I struggle with the thought of her having a boyfriend. I want to be able to give this to her, but I feel like my mind and body are not letting me. Any advice is so much appreciated.
Help Understanding Spouse's Blunt And New Demand
"Introducing nonmonogamy into an existing monogamous relationship can be tough, especially when it wasn't your idea," said Cunning Minx, host of the Polyamory Weekly podcast, who has been providing poly news, advice, and insights to the masses since 2005 at polyweekly.com. "It's even more stressful when there is a potential partner waiting in the wings! Yikes!"
While Minx is a poly activist and advocate, HUSBAND, she thinks both parties need to be on the same page before going poly. And before you take that step—if you take that step—Minx thinks you need to ask yourself some questions. "HUSBAND should do a fear inventory," said Minx. "What is he afraid of? What would it mean to him if his wife had a boyfriend? What if she wanted to love a woman—does the penis make a difference? If so, why? Then he should sit with his wife and take stock of the health of their current relationship."
You can say no to opening up your marriage, HUSBAND, but your wife may decide she wants out of the marriage if no is the answer—basically, this is a circumstance where one of you is going to have to pay a pretty steep price of admission. Either you'll have to accept polyamory or your wife will have to drop it. There isn't really a middle ground here—or is there?
"It's perfectly acceptable for HUSBAND to self-identify as monogamous while his wife practices polyamory," said Minx. "It's a difficult path, and will require a high level of internal security and self-awareness on his part, but ultimately your self-identity is your own decision."
On the Lovecast, a deep dive into the world of cuckolding: savagelovecast.com.
Ad blockers represent the largest consumer boycott in human history. They're also an arms race between the blockers and the blocker blockers. This article discusses a new ad-blocking technology that represents another advance in this arms race. I don't think it will "put an end to the ad-blocking arms race," as the title proclaims, but it will definitely give the blockers the upper hand.
The software, devised by Arvind Narayanan, Dillon Reisman, Jonathan Mayer, and Grant Storey, is novel in two major ways: First, it looks at the struggle between advertising and ad blockers as fundamentally a security problem that can be fought in much the same way antivirus programs attempt to block malware, using techniques borrowed from rootkits and built-in web browser customizability to stealthily block ads without being detected. Second, the team notes that there are regulations and laws on the books that give a fundamental advantage to consumers that cannot be easily changed, opening the door to a long-term ad-blocking solution.
Now if we could only block the data collection as well.
Ever wondered what your pets would say if they could talk?
Well, these awesome comics by Jimmy Craig will tell you everything you've ever wanted to know. These excellent illustrations are found at the website "They Can Talk," and as you will see, the rest is fairly self-explanatory.
The Farmily grew by ten thousand members this weekend. I became a bee guardian, initiate bee priestess.
Mike and I built a top bar hive, and I introduced the bees to their new home on Sunday. It was intense. It was a totally psychedelic experience. I laughed out loud, I cried, I felt the truth of the universe. I watched a bee dance, I watched a bee die. I got sick of wearing gloves so I took them off, and a bee landed on my hand, and bathed herself. Bees wash their faces like cats, with their front feet and tongue, did you know that? I did not know that, until I watched it happen on my forefinger, inches from my face.
They say not to open the hive for three days, to give the bees time to settle in without disruption. It has been so hard not to open the top and peek in! I resist, and I sit by the entrance and watch the bees fly in and out. They are carrying pollen in, which apparently means the queen is alive and all is well. I listen to the walls of the hive with my stethoscope and it is BUZZING in there. Another good sign. Tomorrow afternoon, I shall peek in.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Teddy Lupin/Lily Luna Potter.
Challenge: Written for hp_nextgen100/hp_nextgen100/hp_nextgen100's prompt# 116: Polyjuice.
Length: 100 x 4
Warnings: Angst, chan, predatory!Teddy.
Beta(s): sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Just Like Mum
“You shagged boys at my age!” Lily shouted. “I’ve heard stories—”
“Enough,” her dad said. “Don’t talk back to your mum.”
“To your room now, you’re grounded!” Mum shouted, and Lily, huffing, obeyed.
Slamming her door, she threw herself onto the bed. Once the storm of tears passed, she rolled over, staring at the ceiling. She heard people coming and going, but ignored that until someone knocked at her door.
The door opened, revealing Victoire.
Lily rolled her eyes. “Here to lecture me?”
“Not exactly.” And then, Vicki changed.
“Polyjuice?” Lily whispered.
“Not exactly.” Teddy repeated, winking.
“Miss me?” Teddy asked, securing the door.
Lily nodded. “How’d you fool them?”
Teddy shrugged. “I pretended to be Vicki for a while. They’d expect one of your friends to Polyjuice.”
“Brilliant,” Lily breathed. “So, why’re you here?”
“To shag, why else?” Teddy said, Banishing his robes. “Turn over.”
Licking her lips, Lily obeyed.
“Spread your legs.”
Lily gasped as her clothes disappeared and Teddy straddled her. “What—?”
“Sh. We’re doing something new today,” Teddy murmured, kneading her arse.
Lily trembled. “What if they hear?”
“Just be quiet.” He dipped his thumb into her cunt. “Can you do that?”
Lily muffled her cries as Teddy drove his cock into her arse. It’d hurt at first, but after his clever fingers’d played with her clit, it’d felt brilliant.
“Fuck, baby,” Teddy gasped as he moved. “We should’ve…done this sooner.”
Lily moaned into the pillow as he sped up. When he came, he growled, grinding himself against her arse as he spilled inside her.
“Teddy,” she whimpered.
“I’ve got you.” Yawning, Teddy shifted, sliding suddenly longer fingers into her. “So much better than Polyjuice, am I right?” he murmured, and as her body shuddered with pleasure, she could only agree.
Leaning up on his elbow, Teddy surveyed Lily’s body. “You okay?”
“Sore,” Lily whispered. “I’ll be fine.”
“Yeah.” Teddy kissed her. “You always are.”
Lily bit her lip. “So…you’re sure Mum did these things when she was sixteen?”
“Positive. Rumour says she shagged tons of boys.”
“I’ve only shagged you.”
Teddy smirked. “I’ll fix that.”
Lily blinked. “Huh?”
Teddy pinched her nipple. “I know several blokes who’re gagging to fuck you.”
“While I watch.” Teddy grinned.
“Like you said, Polyjuce.” Teddy Summoned his clothes. “You’ll be just like your mum. Brilliant, right?”
“Yeah,” Lily whispered. “Brilliant.”