After two days of debate on the Article 50 Bill, the House of Lords turned its attention to the Digital Economy Bill last night – and inflicted a defeat on the Government as the Mirror reports.
The House of Lords backed plans to cap monthly mobile phone bills tonight as peers inflicted an embarrassing defeat on the Government.
Supporters say it will stop cash-strapped users seeing costs spiral out of control, barring them from making calls when they hit their limit.
Tory ministers hoped to block the move, which would let customers set limits on how much they can spend.
But the plan, written as amendment to the Digital Economy Bill, was approved 244-198 (majority 46) against the government’s wishes.
Lib Dem Lord Clement-Jones backed it, saying: “Mobile phone billing is one of the most complicated areas of domestic expenditure.
There may be in particular some danger of vulnerable customers getting into difficulty and it should be possible for a consumer to set a cap on expenditure on a mobile phone.
The amendment also makes it easier for people to switch mobile phone contracts. Tim Clement-Jones added after the debate:
The Liberal Democrats have beaten the government to create a fairer system in which the consumer rights of many millions of mobile phone users are put first.
Today’s vote will mean greater rights for the millions of people across the country who have a mobile phone contract.
The Government now has to decide whether it is going to fight against this proposal. Overturning this amendment will be a slap in the face to anyone who has had been tied up with an unjust and exploitative phone contract.
The Government suffered a second defeat on the issue of rural broadband. Tim Clement-Jones explains:
Many areas of the UK suffer from inadequate access to broadband and the Conservative government just don’t get how serious this is. It is quite right that they have been called out for setting woefully unambitious targets. It is not just about watching a film on Netflix, it’s about accessing medical services and benefits. It is also vital for the economy, especially in rural areas.
The link between good broadband speeds and economic growth around the world has been well established, but the Conservatives have constantly dragged their feet.
In government we pushed the Conservatives to invest more in broadband but they have never had their heart in it.
Now there’s another one. Milo Yiannopoulos, having spewed enough hatred for POC, Jews, Muslims, women, and Trans* people that decent human beings would have nothing to do with him, suddenly lost millions of others by coming out in favor of adult/teen sex (and specifically adult/teen gaysex, which presumably is even worse), saying it worked for him when he was 14. He lost a book contract and a couple of jobs, and now we’re hearing that what’s wrong with Lord Dampnut and his lovable sidekick Bannon Boy is that they have Milo cooties.
Thanx to twistedchick
Nine Day Decline - post-punk goth three-piece.
The Ghost of Lemora - the long-running alternative act have had a bit of a change of line-up since their last album, with new a drummer, keyboardist, and bassist, and slightly heavier sound than before.
Manuskript - scene stalwarts, Manuskript attracted a number of their dedicated fans to this, their first London gig for a while, for their particular brand of energetic goth.
As usual, photos free to use please credit Simon Landmine.
Nine Day Decline
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The Ghost of Lemora
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Isn’t dying once enough? he thinks. Am I going to have to keep doing it? But then he thinks, No. Because you can die before you’re dead, too.[loc. 1132]
The book opens with a detailed description of Seth's death, drowning in an ice-cold sea. Then he wakes up, and is, as far as he can tell, in Hell.
It looks a lot like England, where he grew up.( slightly spoilery )
It's challenge time!
Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.
Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!
Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!
Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.
Déjà, ce sont deux personnages que j'adore toutes les deux. Illyana est une de mes X-men préférés, avec sa pratique de la magie noire, son sarcasme, et sa certitude d'être une mauvaise personne. Kitty est drôle aussi, brave, très intelligente (j'adore le potentiel qu'elle a en informatique, mais aussi en politique), et je trouve que ce que je vois comme son défaut principal, sa certitude d'être au centre de chaque histoire qui la rend égocentrique sans le faire exprès, est intéressant à explorer.
Et puis une des choses qui me donnent envie d'écrire, c'est quand c'est presque canon, l'histoire serait encore mieux si c'était canon; on a tant d'indices... et ça ne l'est pas.
Et je vois de l'UST entre elles depuis trente ans de comics. :-)
Kitty était clairement écrite par Claremont comme bisexuelle refoulée. Illyana est plus compliquée, elle n'a jamais eu d'intérêt amoureux, elle pourrait être lesbienne ou aro ace (mais elle a au moins une version AU qui est lesbienne et une qui est bi)
J'aime l'embarras initial parce que pour Kitty, Illyana était la petite soeur de son petit ami qu'elle avait babysitté, et pour Illyana, Kitty était une version alternative du mentor qu'elle avait dû tuer. J'aime la relation d'amitié qu'elles se construisent quand elles partagent leur chambre. J'aime le lien psychique qu'elles ont. J'aime les sentiments ambigus de Kitty quand Illyana est redevenue une petite fille.
Et quand Illyana est revenue, au début il n'y avait rien et c'était frustrant, mais Bendis a écrit leur réconciliation, et cela fait des passages où elles interagissent en tant qu'adultes, et sur lesquels je n'ai pas écrits.
Il y avait du potentiel pour le futur, aussi, quand Kitty était "Professseur K" et qu'Illyana était un des grands noms de la team de Cyclops, cela faisait un peu prochaine génération de Xavier et Magneto. Je suis contente de la dynamique qu'on a finalement eue, mais j'aurais aimé celle-là aussi. Dans le futur peut-être :-)
Et puis il y a tous les univers alternatifs, X-men Forever (je n'aime pas le changement de camp d'Illyana dans celui-là mais comme c'était slashy), etc.
Sans compter que je connais des gens qui aiment, donc je suis presque sûre d'avoir des lecteurs. Ce n'est pas garanti avec tous les ships femslash !
Je devrais en écrire encore. :-)
Sir C- F- and I make very fond farewells to one another, for has been a most agreeable couple of days, and then I am bound for Lord P-'s, that sure is not an immense distance away.
Sophy remarks to me, as we are sat in the carriage, sure 'twas a very pretty place, but 'twas exceeding quiet. I confide she is us’d to the bustle of Town, and indeed in great houses there is usually a deal a-doing, a lively servants’ hall &C. She adds that she took advantage of that fine herb plot to put up some lotions and washes, they were entire agreeable to her using the stillroom.
Why, says I, I shall be giving excellent good report of you to Docket. Sophy smiles and says she wonders how Docket goes on in Weymouth. I confide, says I, that she and Biddy Smith will be promenading themselves and waxing extreme critickal over the way other ladies are dresst. Sophy giggles and agrees 'tis very like.
I look at her and think how well she has come on since joining our household. Will never be tall, but has fill’d out, and altho’ her looks cannot match those of Dorcas, that are most out of the common fine, is become a pleasing creature that I daresay already finds those that aspire to a kind glance from her.
She takes out some knitting – sure she is admirable diligent.
I open my traveling desk so that I may go scribble a little upon my novel of wreckers and sea-monsters.
But 'tis not long afore we are arriv’d at Lord P-'s fine place: and this year, I apprehend, there will be no bad poet even are there still horrid swans. I am greet’d by Lady P- that expresses great delight at seeing me, I cannot comprehend why except that it be somewhat effusive civility. She goes introduce her daughter, that looks a little sullen at being oblig’d to stand about the hall in order to greet their guests when she might be in the open air among the company.
This, she says with pride, is my daughter, Lady Rosamund, that makes her debut in the coming season.
Lady Rosamund goes make me a somewhat cursory curtesy. I daresay to one of her years I appear quite entire as already one of the fusties. Lady P- gives out a little sigh, and goes on to say that of course D- is already here, and Arthur grows a fine lusty infant.
But what is this about dear Agnes? she says. Shows an entire inclination to accept this offer from some country parson, when she might do so much better.
La, says I, is’t Mr L- you mean? Has been showing most attentive to her. Is a most not’d scholar that moves in learn’d circles, and also has a deal of interest.
Lady P- concedes a little grudging that this makes some difference, but one that might do as well as Agnes S- - seems that she throws herself away.
Why, says I, perchance he may end up a bishop or gain some other fine ecclesiastical advancement (tho’ I think neither Mr L-, nor Agnes S- on his behalf, have any such ambitions). But the prospect greatly mollyfies Lady P-.
She goes on to say that poor D- has latterly been suffering a deal with his megrim: she confides in these fine country airs he will soon improve.
And how does Lady D-?
Comes about remarkable, allows Lady P-, feeds the boy herself, entirely in health (but there is somewhat a little hesitant in how she conveys this intelligence).
(Indeed I apprehend that there is some kind of trouble with Lady D-, tho sure she seems recover’d and does not show melancholick after the fashion of Susannah after Sukey’s birth.)
I proceed to my chamber, where Sophy is already about unpacking, laying out a fine muslin that I may change into, putting out a very charming hat and my parasol. Sophy, says I, as she goes about to help me out of my traveling garb, do you have any occasion to convoke with Copping, there seems somewhat of trouble concerning Lady D-, should like to know what’s ado.
Sophy says that Copping ever shows agreeable and she dares say there will be some fine tea-drinkings while we are here.
Excellent, says I, looking at myself in the mirror and finding the sight very agreeable: sure I am a vain creature. Well, I will go mingle among the other guests.
There is a deal of company – I mind me that Lord P- takes a desire to get rid of his obligations to Society in a bunch, so that he may then return to his darling cows without distraction – including Sir H- and Lady Z-, that promenade together around the lake in a fine display of conjugal amity.
Comes up to me Agnes S-, that is looking exceeding well and happy, takes my hands and squeezes 'em and says, would be extreme gratefull might we contrive to convoke - o, indeed, all goes well, but there are one or two matters –
Why, my dear, says I, I am quite upon the qui vive to know how things go with you. Think you that did we ascend to the Temple of the Winds we might contrive a little solitude?
She looks about and says, sure there are a deal of what Em calls the fusties that I doubt would be inclin’d for the walk, also 'tis nigh upon the hour for tea that I daresay they will find more pressing than the fine views one may obtain from that vantage-point.
I laugh and say, from Lady Rosamund’s expression I fear I am now among the fusties myself, but I should be delight’d to climb up there – I apprehend that is the weather sufficiently clear one may see Wales.
Agnes S- says very pretty that even was Lady B- eighty years old she would still not be a fusty; but let us essay the walk.
As we make the climb up the winding path, she says that Lord and Lady P- go warn all very serious not to try to take a boat under the bridge, for the swans have another brood of cygnets and both mother and father will show extreme ferocious towards intruders.
We laugh somewhat, and then she says, sure one never sees anything lately of Mr W- Y-, I hope he is in health?
Why, says I, I am for some reason in a supposition that he has gone abroad. Tho’ for what purpose, whether 'twas to take the waters or to fight against tyranny -
Miss S- says 'tis far more like the former.
We come to the gazebo in the form of a temple of the winds, and we look about and observe that no-one comes up the path, and we go point out distant sights to one another, and we perceive that the company that is about the lawn and the terrace moves like unto to a flock of sheep towards the drawing-room, so we feel there is little likelyhood of interruption.
Well, says I, sitting myself down upon the marble bench that runs around the interior of the temple, how go matters with you?
O! cries Agnes S-, all comes about quite exceedingly. For I writ to Mr L- concerning my authorship and had the very finest response – has a vision of the two of us sitting in an agreeable parsonage parlour, he about his studies, me about my verses, 'tis entirely a delightfull prospect, he says.
Why, says I, that is a fine thing in him.
And my guardian wrote to him saying that I was not pennyless but had a portion – tho’ he did not say how large 'twas – and Mr L- wrote back to say, he entirely suppos’d 'twould be settl’d upon me, with he dared say provision for any children.
Indeed, says I, better and better.
But - she says, wringing her hands together – I would not say there is opposition exactly, but I am like to suppose that Lady P- was in some hopes that I would marry one that would be advantageous to their family interests –
'Tis entire likely, says I (for indeed do I consider upon it they must have had some hopes in the matter).
- altho’ Lord D- is not so much put about by Mr L-'s theology and liturgickal practice as I had suppos’d he would be, but I think approves that 'tis not an entire matter of worldly advantage –
Why, says I, shows well of him.
- but, Agnes S- goes on, Dora. I cannot fathom it. Says I could make a much finer match, mentioning various fellows that I do not incline to and that do not incline to me, save for the thought of repairing their fortunes. Will say that at least 'tis not Mr O’N-, and I will not be going to Ireland, but shows very put about by the notion that I shall be quitting their household and no longer living with 'em.
Indeed 'tis curious, says I, for last year she seem’d eager to have you matcht up and marry’d, even was it not to title or antient lineage, tho’, indeed, to one that all say is like to have a fine distinguisht career –
'Twas Dora’s way, she says with a sigh, did she see a fellow but speak to me civil would be asking did I not have a notion to him. But seems entire chang’d and even as if she does not wish me marry at all.
She then sighs again and says, but – sure she will not speak plain of it, because 'tis one of the mysteries of marry’d women that she will not discourse of to me –
I snort somewhat vulgar –
- but there is something, somewhat that troubles her, that makes her nervous and unlike her wont’d self, in particular towards Lord D-, 'tis worrysome.
I take her hand and squeeze it. Perchance I may come about to find out more in the matter –
But 'tis indeed strange, Dora would ever look to me or our aunt to smooth out her way - o, she was not spoilt, or over-indulg’d, ever entire sweet-natur’d –
I say that one sees that still.
- but indeed she was very much our pet. But now – 'tis almost as if was a stranger.
My dear, says I, may be some quite foolish small matter that bothers her, do you leave it in my hands.
Tonight's bedtime story was No Matter What, by sheer coincidence; I spotted it while Kit was demolishing their bookshelf (a favorite activity) and realized we hadn't read it in ages. I'm never sure how much Kit understands of the actual words we say, but I think the meaning was clear, especially with the way I kept kissing and hugging them as I read. And I think it helped.
They've started getting upset when books end, too. We always have to open the book again to reassure them that the story is still there and they can reread it whenever they want. Sometimes they flip through it to find a favorite page before reluctantly accepting that the book is done. When we let them turn pages, they turn them really fast, without waiting for us to finish reading any text; one long look at the images on the page and then it's on to the next. It's so very like the way I blaze through books and then feel disappointed when they're done that it makes me laugh every time.
Kit endured their first ear infection this week, poor thing, and has been taking amoxicillin for it. As soon as they started on the antibiotics, their fever went away entirely and their vigor and appetite returned. (Their first full day of betterness ended with them not being able to fall asleep until 11 p.m. because all the energy they'd lacked while ill came roaring back with a vengeance. Fortunately that was a one-time thing and they're back on their usual sleep schedule.) I'm so glad for our access to good medical care, and also extremely glad to have a baby who sucks obediently on medication syringes, even when they hate the taste of the medicine, and doesn't appear to have allergies to anything. We were all very relieved that they went back to daycare today, because five days in a row of sick (and then recovering) baby at home was very challenging for all of us, especially as we were dealing with another family crisis at the same time. As always, I have no idea how single and stay-at-home parents do it. No idea whatsoever.
We're all quite convinced that Kit has psychic powers that only activate when they're asleep. Whenever X goes to bed—which doesn't happen at the same time every night—Kit sleep-fusses just enough to set off the monitor. Just now I returned to writing this entry after a while of doing other things, and Kit promptly made a few tiny noises. So I'm thinking at them as hard as I can: See, silly baby, I told you that we think of you even when you're not right in front of us. Rest now. No one is too far away, and we'll always be there when you need us.
So, I've been checking possible names, and here are some which are available... for the moment. I've made a poll, to see what y'all think of them.
Which name do you prefer for my Etsy Store?
Handmade By KJA
Artisan Of Awesome
Essence Of Eclectic
(those on LJ can answer in the comments)
- Handmade By KJA
- Artisan Of Awesome
- Gazillion Things
- Essence Of Eclectic
- Diverse Devisings
- Imaginary Cheese
Yes, the last one is silly. That's why it's there, because it's silly.
I'm separately slogging through Queens' Play, the second Lymond book, and have just started the third Jaran book by Kate Elliott, An Earthly Crown. I am enjoying the Jaran books so far but they are quite…long…and I am less engrossed in them than in any other Kate Elliott book I have ever read. Otoh, I did, after finishing the first one, finally obtain a Kate Elliott backlist bingo. I am also engrossed in Lymond, but I don't know what is going to take the last 125 pages of this book and the plot seems to have temporarily becalmed, which is saying something for a book in which Lymond mostly drinks and fucks his way through the French court in disguise (the latter of which is, of course, offscreen). I have at least managed to internalize that whenever a character is doing something and I don't understand why, it's because they want to fuck Lymond. I hope, but doubt, that the upcoming TV series will make some of this rather unsubtle subtext visible onscreen.
What I've Just Read
Well, Jaran 1 and 2 and Lymond 1. Jaran 1 and 2: good, long, I have no idea how Gwyn Jones gets from Point A in book 2 to where he winds up at the beginning of the Highroad trilogy, which at least does not have the problem of not much happening for long stretches of time. Lymond 1: every man in Scotland is an idiot except Lymond, and Will Scott at the critical moment. I felt like I was being beaten over the head by Scottish history for most of it, but in an enjoyable way. I have been texting oliviacirce about the books, because she told me to, and at some point I will probably transcribe our conversations with her permission, because they are at least hilarious.
What I'll Read Next
You guessed it…Jaran 4. I would also say Lymond 3, but apparently it's best not to break between books 3-6 and my copy of 4 is the wrong edition, so I may hold off until I can solve that problem. Also I have a pile of comics that I need to read before ECCC.