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I have had recs from several recent exchanges, but haven't actually posted them. So! Here we go.

Five Figure Fanwork Exchange is the most recent! I received two fics, both of them lovely:

a star or two beside (5070 words) by Anonymous
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Goblin Emperor Series - Katherine Addison
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Maia Drazhar, Chenelo Drazharan, Shaleän Sevraseched, Shaleän Sevraseched's Wife, Ursu Perenched, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Chenelo Lives, Alternate Universe - Maia Has a Good Childhood, POV Multiple, sailing ships, References to Illness
Summary:

It is something out of a wonder-tale when a stranger arrives at Isvaroë and whisks Maia and his mother away.



Before, After, Always, Already (9151 words) by Anonymous
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kira Nerys/Keiko O'Brien/Miles O'Brien
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Canon Bajor (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine)
Summary:

Keiko was over Miles's shoulder in the video message. "Hi, Nerys!" she said. She looked the same, too, although her hair was up, and she was in uniform. "We're moving to Bajor!"




Other faves from FFFX include:
Five Figure Fanwork Recs )

 



AU5k Rec )

Fic In A Box Recs )
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My two sisters and I drove down to the Chicago area last weekend, where we joined up with our brother in an Air B&B and spent the weekend visiting relatives, friends, and the old haunts of our childhood.

I grew up in Park Ridge on the northwest side of the city of Chicago. We had a lot of fun recounting stories. It was an idyllic place to grow up, albeit sheltered and non-diverse. Park Ridge has a beautiful city center, and many of the places we remember are still there. I loved seeing the public library, where I learned to love reading, and the Pickwick Theater, a gorgeous Art Nouveau building that is on the National Register of historic places, which still regularly shows movies today.

The area has had a lot of rain, and the lawns were startling green, and forsythia bushes and magnolia trees were blooming all over the city. We had a lot of fun driving around, enjoying the beautiful architecture and rediscovering the homes of our friends.

Park Ridge was a dry town while we were growing up, but now restaurants can serve alcohol, and there is a very thriving restaurant scene in the buildings overlooking the railroad tracks, where trains run to and from downtown Chicago. We met with several old friends. An old high school classmate of mine spied me through a restaurant window at one point and ran out into the street to hug me. We had coffee with my brother's former prom date, and had breakfast with another high school friend of my sister's and dinner with a third.

We met my uncle Tom and his wife Charlotte for lunch in his senior apartment, and we also met with my Aunt Susie, who is in a different senior community very close to where we were staying.

We spent an afternoon driving around Evanston, the city where our parents were raised. There, we saw the homes of our grandparents and great-grandparents, and stopped by Lighthouse Beach, where we swam in Lake Michigan as children.

We ended the trip with an evening at one of my cousins' homes, where we enjoyed a potluck dinner together. We spent the evening telling stories and laughing, and passing around old photographs and a high school yearbook.

It was wonderful to visit the old hometown.

Image description: Bottom: a one-story home with an open front porch. Behind the house: Peg and her three siblings smile at the camera. Behind them, another family grouping smiles at the camera. Behind them, top: upper left tower of Pickwick Theater, center: lighthouse, upper right: the sign for Sugar Bowl restaurant.

Homecoming

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Birdfeeding

Apr. 17th, 2026 02:35 pm
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Today is mostly cloudy and hot. It's 83°F already. :/

We went out to Market on the Prairie at the fairgrounds. This was mostly flea market stuff and a few crafters. I picked up a couple of hand-painted bookmarks and three plant stands. \o/

We also stopped at Whiteside Gardens for the last day of their Spring Spectacular. They had a craft table and a bubble station out. :D I picked up a celandine poppy and Doug got a yellow-green hosta.

The first field is sprouting with corn, which is odd because corn is a warm-season crop that won't sprout well in cold weather. Soybeans are usually sown first. The only thing I can think of is that, if someone's planting by measuring soil temperature, things are really fucked up for the soil to be corn-warm in mid-April.

I fed the birds. I've seen a few house finches.

I put out water for the birds.

EDIT 4/17/26 -- I planted the new hosta with others in the forest garden.

I also moved a couple of indoor flats outside to get some sun, and uncovered the mixed plants in the water jug greenhouses.

EDIT 4/17/26 -- I planted the celandine poppy in the new shade garden at the east end of the savanna.

I've seen a male cardinal and a fox squirrel with nipples. I've seen a male cardinal and a fox squirrel with nipples. I heard a bluejay screaming but didn't see it.









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I get the message ...

Apr. 16th, 2026 04:29 pm
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But I don't know if I'll actually follow through. You see, for the past week and a bit, no matter what tarot or oracle deck I pull a card from, they all have the same essential message: REST, GODDAMMIT. You know, that thing I'm terrible at, even tho' I encourage other people to do it. 

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I wish the Stroppy One was more interested in wandering through thrift stores and antique malls. I always explain to him that it's not about buying things, it's about window shopping and finding really weird things. But no, he's not interested. Drat. (Tho' I do need to look into taking the occasional Tuesday or Tuesday early evening off, because that's the day of "senior discount" at the local Discovery Shop and Value Village, and hell yes I want to take advantage of that.   

The Measure, by Nikki Erlick

Apr. 17th, 2026 10:05 am
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One day every adult on Earth gets a box that contains a string that measures out the length of their life.

This premise seems designed in a lab to create a book to be read for book clubs, where everyone gets to discuss whether or not they'd open their box and how they'd react to a long or short string. It worked, too. And it is absolutely about the premise. Unfortunately, the book is bad: flat, dull, sappy, American in the worst possible way, and emotionally manipulative.

It follows multiple characters, all American, most New Yorkers, and all middle or upper class. Some get long strings. Some get short strings. The ones with short strings agonize over their short strings. The ones with long strings who are in relationships with people with short strings agonize over that.

One of them is black, a fact mentioned exactly once in the entire book, and one has a Hispanic name. One set is an old right-wing politician and his wife. But all of them have identical-sounding narrative voices. Other than the Hispanic-named dude, who is mostly concerned about job discrimination, and the politician, who just wants to exploit the issue, everyone is worried about having a relationship and children with someone who will die young/worried that they'll get dumped and not be able to have children because they'll die young.

Ultimately, isn't everything really about baaaaaabies? Shouldn't everyone have baaaaaaabies no matter what?

The book is so bland and flat. The strings are a metaphor for discrimination, as short stringers are discriminated against. It explores some other social issues, all extremely American like health insurance discrimination and mass shootings, but only peeks outside America for brief and stereotypical moments: North Korea mandates not opening the boxes, China mandates opening them, and in Italy hardly anyone opens their box because they already know what really matters: family. BARF FOREVER.

It was obvious going in that the origin of the boxes would never be explained, but no one even seemed curious about that. Once all adults have received them, they appear on your doorstep the night you turn 22. Video of this is fuzzy. No one parks themselves on the doorstep to see if they teleport in or what. No one has a paradigm-upending crisis over this absolute proof of God/aliens/time travel/magic/etc that the boxes represent. No one comes up with inventive ways to take advantage of the situation a la Death Note. No one is concerned that this proves predestination. No one wonders why they appeared now and what the motive of whoever put them there is.

The point that life is precious regardless of length is hammered in with a thousand sledgehammers, to the point where it felt like a bad self-help book in the form of a novel. The romances are flat and sappy. In the truly vomitous climax, someone pedals around on a bicycle with the stereo playing "Que Sera Sera" and it quotes the entire song.

It's only April but this will be hard to top as the worst book I read all year.

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Apr. 17th, 2026 05:50 pm
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Today I spent all day sitting in the living room
waiting on a delivery
which turned out to arrive tidily in the predicted time slot
but once Waiting Mode is activated it does not go away easily.

I have many Books now :-D

But in preparation for one of the many books I started rereading Wayward Children from the beginning, so I will be a couple more days before I get to the new one...


the reading is why it has been a quiet week here
lots of rereading, no pressing need to re review, so I was quiet.


I still want to start doing an output sort of a thing, a story or something, but still pondering that.

... I keep getting stuck on practicalities, like, there is a Mysterious Castle and a team of people from half a dozen canons are now Shut In The Castle...
... how much Mysterious Loo Roll do they need and how can we get it in the Castle without the mist eating it...

and there is a time and a place for that but I feel it is just turning a plot bunny into a shopping list
which really gets in the way of the porn.


bunnies will return eventually.

... *sigh* ...


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Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairings/Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale
Rating: PG
Length: 12K for the first story; 35K for the 5 stories series
Creator Links: DiscontentedWinter on AO3
Theme: Arranged Marriage

Content Notes:

Canon-typical violence

Summary:

To honour a treaty with the people of a strange land, Derek Hale, prince of the kingdom of Triskelion, has to marry Stiles.

Reccer's Notes:

A beautifully lyric and almost mystical work about an arranged marriage between Prince Stiles and Prince Derek where they have never met before the wedding and do not speak each other's language. What could have been either slapstick or tragic turns beautiful in DiscontentedWinter's hands... she shows us the beauty in learning about others and how the power of belief can stop armies.

The additional stories expand the world-building and show how two very different peoples can learn to live together.

Fanwork Links:

The Light in the Woods On AO3

What IS the point

Apr. 17th, 2026 04:05 pm
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(Reporting in vaxx-boosted, by the way.)

Have been noting hither and yon stuff about blokes 'looksmaxxing' and 'mogging' (which apparently does not involve cats? is there some reference to tomcats facing off and fluffing out their fur? probably not. Who knows.)

This is yet another of those things That Blokez Do apparently in order to attract the opposite sex and I do not think it is because I am Old, and my tastes were formed in A Different Day, that I feel that there is a significant Failure To Do The Research about What Actually Pulls The Chixx.

Not that this is exactly a new phenomenon, when I was reviewing those books on yoof culture in the 60s/early 70s, I was thinking that various of the paths being pursued by (presumably) cis het men, because Teh Gayz were in separate chapters, did not seem to me necessarily terribly productive - maybe being a great dancer, but not if it was all about him showing off moves, ditto the being A Mod Face.

And after all the idea that women only go for men who look a certain way is to laugh at, cites yet again the instance of The Late Rock Star Historian, who was a scruff who was not perhaps quite at the John Wilkes level of having serious disadvantages in the way of appearance to overcome but was - well, I suppose it depends on the artist you're thinking of and there were painters who would have turned out an excellent oil-painting of him but was hardly of male-model looks. But was if not of universal appeal, considerably popular with the opposite sex.

We are frankly not surprised at reports that young women are eschewing the dating game, because what it turns up is very likely young men blatting on about their self-maintenance regime and probably trying to shill for supplements and peptides.

Am also given to wonder whether the people who follow these creatures are all acolytes of their maxxingmessage, or whether at least some % are treating them as the modern equivalent of the old-style freakshow. (Though for all I know, in the darker reaches of the internet you can find videos of men biting the heads off chickens and so on.)

While I was thinking that it would be preferable for them to contemplate upon the natural world and build bowers for, or offer particularly attractive stones to, the objects of their interest, I also became cynical as to whether female bower birds and penguins are quite so appreciative of these efforts as naturalists would have us suppose. ('Him and his bloody bowers' - 'Not another pebble')

NHL Playoffs

Apr. 17th, 2026 09:44 am
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Before the playoffs get started tonight, here are my thoughts on the various matchups:

Western Conference:
  • Avalanche v. Kings: I'm glad Anze Kopitar gets one last playoff series. However, I feel like this years' Avs are pretty similar to the 2013 Blackhawks - a runaway train. Good luck with that.

  • Stars v. Wild: This is where Bettman's current playoff scheme really sucks. Both Dallas and Minnesota have more points than any team in the Pacific Division and it's not even close. Dallas should be playing Utah and Minnesota should be playing the Ducks. I'm hoping Dallas gets through, obviously.

  • Golden Knights v. Mammoth: A playoff matchup that has never happened in the history of the NHL, even if you count the Mammoth previously being the Coyotes. Hard to call this one - Vegas just changed coaches a week or two ago, which is really weird because they were in the playoffs at the time. They have since won the Pacific, so idk.

  • Oilers v. Ducks: At least this is a new matchup - these teams have not met in the playoffs in recent memory. Connor McDavid versus Joel Quenneville. I think the Oilers will get through.


Eastern Conference:
First a caveat - I know a lot less about this conference (I had to look up the pairings), but it has some interesting matchups.
  • Hurricanes v. Senators: Ottawa is in the playoffs for the first time in a while, maybe since the COVID cup. Carolina won the conference, and I expect them to have no issues with Ottawa.

  • Penguins v. Flyers: The Battle of Pennsylvania rekindled once again. Another ride for Sid and Geno. Hard to say who will prevail, but Crosby & Co have buckets of playoff experience compared to the baby Flyers - that will probably be important.

  • Sabres v. Bruins: No one saw this coming. The way Buffalo is playing - it might be a slaughter. I'm certainly rooting for them because they deserve nice things.

  • Lightning v. Canadiens: This one is a total coin flip. I have no idea. I give the slight edge to Tampa for the same reason I give it to Pittsburgh - playoff experience.


There you have it!

What is the saying - NHL playoffs are like snorting cocaine and then riding a motorcycle out of a helicopter?
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Noah Wyle gave a really interesting (and long!) interview to GQ. The original is paywalled so I've provided an archived link.

WARNING: It contains spoilers for the season 2 finale, so if you've not watched it yet, or are only part-way through season 2 or whatever, proceed at your own risk.

This one section really caught my attention (does not contain spoilers):

“It’s a couple of things that work beautifully in concert. First: no music. Audiences are so sophisticated, but what they’re not accustomed to is being told how to feel,” Wyle says. “You take all that out and it forces a level of engagement where you’re now looking for clues within the frame of the screen, which forces you to look up from your phone. And I think that is extremely engaging, especially to young viewers who aren’t accustomed to being asked to participate in a nonpassive way in the viewing experience."

I hadn't even noticed that there's no music! And it is true that The Pitt is one of the shows that I pay full attention to while watching -- never occurred to me that the absence of music might be partly behind that.

Sapporo

Apr. 17th, 2026 09:04 pm
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Skipping forward yet again in my travels... yesterday I flew from Osaka to Sapporo. Goal: to catch sakura (cherry blossom) season, since I missed most of Honshu's due to being in Taiwan for visa-waiting (though I did catch some blossoms in the past week of Osaka.) Impressions... eh. Read more... )

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Screenshot of a snowy Coerthan landscape with the sun setting behind Haurchefant's gravestone. In the lower left corner in all caps are the words 'Harsh Light.'

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Rating: Mature
Archive Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Haurchefant Greystone/Warrior of Light, Alphinaud Leveilleur & Warrior of Light, Unrequited Minfilia Warde/Warrior of Light, Unrequited Aymeric de Borel/Warrior of Light, Pre-Urianger Augurelt/Warrior of Light, Alisaie Leveilleur & Warrior of Light, Warrior of Light & Thancred Waters, Y'shtola Rhul & Warrior of Light, Midgardsormr & Warrior of Light, Hydaelyn & Warrior of Light, Urianger Augurelt & Warrior of Light, Minfilia Warde & Warrior of Light, Ardbert & Warrior of Light
Characters: Warrior of Light, Haurchefant Greystone, Alphinaud Leveilleur, Urianger Augurelt, Y'shtola Rhul, Thancred Waters, Emmanellain de Fortemps, Artoirel de Fortemps, Edmont de Fortemps, Alisaie Leveilleur, Minfilia Warde, Midgardsormr (Final Fantasy XIV), Tataru Taru, Ardbert (Final Fantasy XIV), Warriors of Darkness (Final Fantasy XIV), Scions of the Seventh Dawn, Unukalhai (Final Fantasy XIV)
Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Survivor Guilt, Elezen Warrior of Light, Female Warrior of Light, Healer Warrior of Ligh, Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Religious Angst, Depression, Patch 3.0: Heavensward Spoilers (Final Fantasy XIV), Patch 3.4: Soul Surrender Spoilers (Final Fantasy XIV), Canon-Typical Violence
Series: With Lilies and With Laurel
Length: 62,242 / 82,000
Chapter: 12/15

Summary:

A heartbroken Warrior of Light struggles to come to terms with loss, and the world she has been left to save.

Notes:

If you're new here, please start with Chapter 1!

Final Fantasy XIV is owned by Square Enix. This is a non-commercial work of fanfiction.

( Read on AO3 )

...or below! )


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Hara Asao (1888-1969)

Apr. 17th, 2026 08:09 pm
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Hara Asao was born in 1888 in Miyagi. Her family was well-to-do, and although her father (a Westernized, Christian salt merchant with high-collar tastes) died when she was twelve, he directed her mother to spend all the family’s assets on Asao’s needs, and she was able to go on to high school. Illness forced her to drop out after two years, and she spent her recovery reading all the classics, Japanese and foreign, that she could get her hands on.

In 1904 she and her mother moved to Tokyo, where she entered the Japan Women’s School of Art. There she studied poetry as well as becoming close to her English literature teacher, Ohara Yoitsu. When the married Ohara got her pregnant, possibly through rape, she switched schools due to the scandal. Asao refused to listen to his demands that she abort the child; their son Chiaki was born in 1907 and they were perfunctorily married the following year, but the marriage dissolved very quickly and Asao threw herself into writing poetry while teaching at a girls’ school near her hometown. In 1909 her poems caught the eye of Yosano Akiko, and from there on she was published in various leading literary journals of the time, including Subaru and Hiratsuka Raicho’s Bluestocking. Her first volume of poetry, Tearstains, appeared in 1913.

She married the aspiring painter Shoji Isami (an old classmate’s brother who had helped her start school in Tokyo) in 1914 and divorced him in 1919, when the stress of his playboy tendencies and disregard for her and her children had begun to affect her health; in the interim their son Yasumi had been born in 1915, and her second volume of poetry published in 1916.

In 1920 she moved to Sendai in her home region and met the poet Ishiwara Jun, who was also a physics professor at Tohoku University who had introduced the theory of relativity to Japan. Ishiwara, who had a wife and five children, fell hard for the beautiful Asao; she fled to Tokyo to stay with her close friend Mikajima Yoshiko, pleading with Ishiwara’s wife “Don’t let him come after me!” He did, though, and she eventually gave in. Reports of their love affair in the newspapers cost Ishiwara his job; Asao and Yoshiko were both expelled from the influential Araragi poets’ group, although Ishiwara was permitted to remain a member (blame the woman). He and Asao moved together to rural Chiba where they lived quietly, Asao writing poetry—her third volume was published in 1921—and painting while Ishiwara worked as a science journalist. They also started their own poetry journal in 1924, along with various non-Araragi poet friends including Kitahara Hakushu (Eguchi Ayako’s ex-husband).

By 1928 Asao’s relationship with the controlling and occasionally unfaithful Ishiwara had deteriorated, especially due to her shock at Yoshiko's sudden death and his failure to support her; although he wrote a foreword to her fourth volume of poetry, published in 1928, vowing to do better as a husband, she left him later that year. Later in life she continued to write while supporting herself as a bar madam and occasionally an actress. She returned to her hometown in her late forties, assisted by friends and her two sons, and died in 1969 at the age of eighty-two. (She spent her later years with her younger son’s family; her daughter-in-law Momoko reported that Asao enjoyed housework but was unusually bad at it, knitting exquisite but unwearable socks.) Her sons Chiaki and Yasumi became a movie director and an actor respectively, both using her maiden name of Hara (to judge by the Wikipedia photograph, they both inherited their mother’s beauty and then some). Her poems are now the subject of widespread research, and the yearly Hara Asao Award is given for poetry.

Sources
Nakae
Mori 1996
http://www.haraasao.jp/museum/index.html (Japanese) Site of a museum honoring Asao’s life. Click on any of the list of exhibitions in the left margin for various photographs and reproductions.

Friday's page

Apr. 17th, 2026 07:03 am
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Also meanwhile.

A comment on Reddit tells us the woman is Oana Grosu. I wouldn't have known otherwise.

Green pants (trousers) saga

Apr. 17th, 2026 12:09 pm
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Here's another fun ADHD story. I bought a pair of pants that are a lovely jungle green over two years ago from Freddie's of Pinewood (no longer there; they were limited run) (sorta-splurge, because they're "slow fashion" + customs fee from England). They close with a button but not a hook, and I immediately ordered a hook to sew in them, but then I didn't get around to doing that for the last MORE THAN TWO YEARS because I never planned an occasion to wear them. (They aren't dressy occasion pants. They're just cotton twill.) Today I thought to myself, "I might as well sew it in, or I'll never be able to wear them once I decide to."

Then I looked in my sewing kit, my spare needle and thread and button case, the sewing table in the living room, and the little basket full of embroidery tools, which was all the places I could think of where it might be. But no luck. I can't find the hook&bar. I'll have to order another because there's not a sewing shop in town (you can buy mending materials like thread, patches, low quality needles etc including regular hooks and eyes and zippers at supermarkets and the Finnish equivalent of K-Mart, but the larger flat hook and bar that goes on waistbands is apparently less in demand).

I am planning a trip to the big mall with rancid vibes next week, because Wax wants more fun socks and you can't get those locally; but I'm afraid I'm unlikely to find one there either. The last time I ordered from an online shop that would carry them was less than a month ago, because I finally started knitting socks to give to Wax's family next winter! But of course I had no memory of the issue then.

This is obviously not just an ADHD tax, though; it's also hardly having left the house in that time (burnout, depression?) and putting these pants on a pedestal (what a distracting metaphor... pant pedestal) because I'm so jazzed to have found pants in such a great color. And feeling that I don't have any tops that are as good, though I now know what I want to knit to go with them (a striped zigzag or ripple tee something like this, with lavender and green and blue).

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Apr. 17th, 2026 09:33 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] linzer and [personal profile] shezan!

New Worlds: Join the Club

Apr. 17th, 2026 08:07 am
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I say on a fairly regular basis that we are social primates. But there are limits to that; our brains are adapted for small groups, and cope much less well with hundreds, thousands, millions, billions of people. It's therefore not surprising that we've developed tons of ways of dividing society into smaller, more manageable sets: families, neighborhoods, co-workers, etc. And clubs -- which, for lack of a better umbrella term, I'm going to use for a whole swath of voluntary associations.

Because of the breadth of scope implied there, some types of club have already appeared in previous essays. The gangs of Year Six, for example, or the craft guilds of Year Seven, or the mystery cults of Year Eight, or the burial societies of Year Nine: all of these are examples of how people may club together for various purposes.

But if that were all, this wouldn't merit an essay. So let's talk about the fun end of things: secret societies and their ilk.

There are differing levels of secrecy in play here. The peak would be a society whose existence, membership, and activities are completely unsuspected by outsiders . . . but good luck pulling that off. In theory these absolutely exist, then and now, and I'm just not aware of them because they do such a flawless job of staying hidden. What we know of human behavior and security failures, however, means this is generally unlikely: sooner or later, word will get out. For this reason, I tend to side-eye such groups in stories -- though if they have mind-control magic or similar methods available to them, then maybe they can indeed scrub all knowledge of themselves from the broader world.

More often, though, secrecy operates at a less restrictive level. The group is known to exist, but outsiders don't know who's a member. The membership is known, but they don't speak of their business outside their ranks. The membership is known and engages in public activity, but rumors persist that that's just the face they present to the world, and behind the scenes, they get up to all kinds of nefarious deeds.

This is, of course, the stuff of conspiracy theories. If you "know" a group exists, but there's no proof of anybody being a member, it's probably nothing more than rumor -- but good luck disproving a rumor. If a group definitely exists, but they won't talk about themselves, why not? What are they hiding? In the long run, this can become a form of corrosive distrust, either for one paranoid individual or for whole communities, where they wind up doubting all the available evidence and insisting that something else must be going on behind the scenes.

But for stories? This can be great, because it automatically introduces tension and intrigue to the narrative. And secret societies do genuinely exist, because if there's one thing we love more than belonging to a group, it's belonging to a special group, one where your membership means being inducted to privileges -- including knowledge -- that not everyone else gets. That heightens the feeling of social connection with your fellow members. Secret societies are also extremely prone to ritualizing their business, holding elaborate ceremonies for inducting new members or promoting someone within their ranks, and even dressing up their ordinary meetings with special robes and solemn formalities: measures that strengthen the bond between members, and help ensure that nobody will break ranks.

That helps explain why quite a few secret societies have no particular purpose beyond their own existence. The infamous Skull and Bones, a secret society for students at Yale, doesn't carry out any public activities that I'm aware of, which differentiates it from the more ordinary student clubs organized around a certain mission or area of interest. It's simply a way for a select group of individuals to join an elite tradition, forging connections with each other which may benefit them going forward. In this they are akin to the gentlemen's clubs that began to form in Britain around the seventeenth century, although those latter often had some ostensible unifying theme: military service, political affiliation, or alumni of a certain university.

Unsurprisingly, it's extremely common to find that members of such clubs and societies go on to careers in politics. These are the the "old boys' networks" in action -- very specifically boys, since many of them resisted or to this day resist admitting women to their ranks. (Though there are women's secret societies as well, e.g. the Sande in West Africa.) To the extent that a group of this kind has a purpose, it's the furtherance of its members' power . . . which readily lends itself to conspiracy theories about a plan for world domination.

That last, of course, is the stuff of the Illuminati and the Freemasons -- at least in folklore. The actual Bavarian Illuminati simply wanted to oppose superstition and monarchical abuses of power, but after their suppression in the eighteenth century, some people believed they continued in secret, blaming them for every kind of event and social movement imaginable, all around the world. (I say "blame" because usually people assume these later Illuminati to be nefarious, rather than crediting them with shifts the speaker thinks are desirable.) The facts that the Freemasons publicly exist, each Grand Lodge is independent without answering to a top authority, and (in the Anglo-American tradition) they explicitly prohibit discussions of religion or politics within their lodges, do not keep them from being the focus of similar rumors of machinations for a New World Order.

In some cases there may be real evidence of foul activities. The Ku Klux Klan has not just secretly but publicly and with pride carried out murder and acts of terror against Black people, explicitly to further a white supremacist agenda. Some instances of malicious groups, however, are very much a "handle with care" situation, as with the "leopard" or "human leopard" (sometimes also crocodile and chimpanzee) societies of late colonial West Africa: these do genuinely seem to have existed, may have committed murder, and in some cases possibly did engage in cannibalism . . . but given how much those became a stereotype of racist pulp fiction, I would proceed with a great deal of caution before trying to insert anything like that into a story.

Having dwelt a lot on the negative side, though, I'd like to note that isn't the whole story of clubs. Fraternal orders like the Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks, the Knights of Columbus, or the Odd Fellows may have the ritual elements, but their purpose is often openly charitable or oriented toward aid. Groups like the burial societies I mentioned before fall under the header of "friendly societies" or "benefit societies," which seek to help members support each other and/or outsiders like immigrants or the indigent poor; depending on their focus, these swing in the direction of cooperatives or volunteer organizations. Even groups with a primary focus like religion may take on such missions: the Catholic Trinitarian monastic order is officially the Order of the Most Holy Trinity and Captives, because the ransom of Christian captives held in other lands was a core principle upon which they were founded. (In modern times, where that's a less common problem, they evangelize and help immigrants.)

What all these groups have in common is the use of social bonding to help further their purpose, whether that's the advancement of members' political careers, the spread of religion, or the protection of orphans. Probably all of us know that merely donating money to an organization creates a weak feeling of attachment at best. By contrast, face-to-face interaction with a small enough group of fellow members that you know them all as friends -- at least in the loose sense of that word -- is a far more powerful lever for motivation. We like to feel as if we belong, and once we do, we don't want to let our fellows down.

In our increasingly digital, disconnected world, that's a useful thing to keep in mind.

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Thanks to [personal profile] mekare for suggesting this challenge. It was originally proposed by [personal profile] minoanmiss, and is a tribute to her memory.

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Challenge #77: Windows and Openings


The spirit of the challenge is the way we're drawn to look through openings, whatever those may be. Windows, doors, holes in walls, in rocks, in trees, in fences around construction sites. You can draw or paint the view on either side - someone or something looking through, or what's to be seen on the other side. More abstract or conceptual interpretations are fine as well - a window on the past, the future, the eyes as windows of the soul, and so on. 

If you want to create something to commemorate [personal profile] minoanmiss, some of her favorite things were the Minoan civilisation, goddesses, recursive images, and anything hopeful.

Once we reach May we're including mermaid-themed art as well, and mermaids were another thing [personal profile] minoanmiss loved. There are of course openings in rocks and seaweed forests under the waves, and windows in underwater cities. We'll do a reminder about the MerMay theme being added in when we get to May.

A round-up post for submissions to this challenge will be done at the end of May.

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Entries submitted for Drawing Challenge #76 - Tattoo Style:

Ilya'a Tattoo by [personal profile] mific - Heated Rivalry, G
Shane's Tattoo by [personal profile] mific - Heated Rivalry, G

As usual, this challenge as well as all of our previous challenges will remain open, so you can continue to submit entries to the community any time after the Round Up date. Be sure to tag your art post with the challenge name, so that it can be added to the list.

Panel Interest Survey Still Open

Apr. 16th, 2026 11:23 pm
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Our panel doors are wide open. Please check out the Panel Interest Survey! Log into your WisCon account at the top left corner of http://wiscon.net and click on Interest Survey. You can tell us which panels you would like to see at WisCon this year, and, if you really want a panel to happen, volunteer to be on it! If we don't have panelists, we can't run that panel!

You can fill out the survey before you register, as long as you have a WisCon account. If you have ever been a WisCon member, you have an account; if you don't remember the password, there's a link to get help.

For more info, there is a blog post here: https://wiscon.net/2026/04/12/panel-interest-survey-open/

Follow Friday 4-17-26: Merlin

Apr. 17th, 2026 12:11 am
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Today's theme is Merlin.

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Stuff I've been reading lately

Apr. 16th, 2026 10:04 pm
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Here is a list of some stuff I've been reading lately:

The Monster of Florence by Douglas Preston and Mario Spezi. True crime about the search for a serial killer who operated in Florence, Italy in the '70s and '80s. This case - or rather, the investigation - is absolutely batshit. And glancing at more recent developments, it managed to get even more batshit after this book was published.

Fingersmith by Sarah Waters. About a pair of con artists in Dickensian England who set out to swindle some rich people. I'm not very far into it, but so far I'm really enjoying the story. I've already seen the Korean film adaptation, The Handmaiden, and really enjoyed it, so I'm looking forward to seeing how this goes.

Enshittification: Why Everything Suddenly Got Worse and What to Do About It by Cory Doctorow. I'm only about 1/3 into this, but it's really interesting so far. It discusses a lot of stuff about the internet (and other things) that I've noticed and seen discussions about but never had laid out in such an approachable way. Like, the business practices always went over my head; why the hell would a company deliberately make their product worse, and how could making their product worse make the company more money? It still seems crazy to me, but at least I'm kind of grasping it now. The writer's style is very flippant, and that's kind of grating at times, but it's not a deal breaker.

Going to read next: Ladies in Hating by Alexandra Vasti, the f/f romance novel about two rival authors of gothic fiction. It's on one of the goodreads challenge lists, so I figured I might as well tackle it next.
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Under very few circumstances while watching Ishirō Honda's Atragon (海底軍艦, 1963) does one have to hand it to Agent No. 23 of the Empire of Mu, the shoregoing operative of a barbarically advanced civilization gathering itself from the bed of the Pacific to reclaim its former colonies which in the millennia since its Atlantean sinking had the temerity to strike out on their own as the nations of Earth, but he is played by Akihiko Hirata in a gold-glint of dark glasses and an out-of-season scarf tucked against the chill of the surface world and when he is held at gunpoint with his back to the tide-line, he only smiles in the slightest of farewells before leaping into the day-for-night-blue surf without even taking off his shoes. "He escaped into the sea?" His introductory getaway was more technically audacious when he drove a stolen taxi straight off a quay, but if he were human he would look like a suicide and once he's in the water instead he rejoins his phosphorescently submerged comrades without so much as catching a bullet. In a high-concept blend of lost-world pulp and post-war politics, he's a wonderfully uncanny touch without special effects, which is not to deprecate the film's ingenious panoply of images from hydronauts in a looseleaf of silver scales to a dragon coiling like a moray from the side of an oceanic trench to the crimson-clouded detonation of a geothermal sun. The people of Mu run hotter than seals: the sea smokes like a geyser around them, a wrench turns red-hot in the agent's contemptuous grasp; one of his colleagues appears capable of generating an eellike stunning charge. "We have special energy. It's useless." Elsewhere their civilization resembles a sort of Egypto-Minoan fusion by way of Verne and Haggard, its laser cannons sheathed in the coils of bronze ceti and the blinkenlights of its enormous computer banks carved around in cyclopean bas-relief. The empress of Mu looks like a nascent anime design with her hood of clementine-colored hair and new wave eyes, a casual ransom of pearls collared over her brilliant draperies and finely ringed mail. Humanity's last, best hope if it can be repurposed from a dream of militaristic nationalism to the defense of global ideals, the Atragon-class submarine of the title suggests a garfish down to its countershading, a sleek leviathan of spy-fi industry artfully equipped with a few indistinguishably magical tricks of its own. When Mu calls in its marker on the land, the inevitable destruction of Tokyo is a one-two doozy of practical and animated effects—business districts jolted to flinders by a precisely triggered earthquake, container ships set ablaze by an enemy sub's lancing ray—but the eye candy doesn't crowd out the food for thought when the sunken empire makes such a successfully fantastical double for the imperial past that Japan must explicitly repudiate in order to inhabit its international future. I wouldn't kick any of it out of bed for eating seaweed crackers, especially not the first glimpse of the sea-dragon Manda, a thick shield-wall of scales, seemingly endless, breathing. I just remain enchanted with the liminal simplicity of Agent No. 23 in his anonymous dark suit, a Magritte figure whose very ordinariness makes him surreal. His voice will narrate a history of his empire from a spool of 8 mm and deliver its modern ultimatum on reel-to-reel. "Admiral, this earthquake isn't a coincidence. Remember me?" He'd be namelessly memorable even if I hadn't loved his actor since Dr. Serizawa. This sea brought to you by my special backers at Patreon.
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oh my flist i am so tired. i want to sleep in tomorrow but i have to work from work because i have to set up a lunch. i'll get fed (thai food :D ) which is never a bad thing but at the same time... sleep. why can't i just be independently wealthy. why.

there was a guy on the t coming home who looked a lot like ben whishaw and that was very distracting.

a bunch of states might be able to see the northern lights tomorrow and saturday. sadly mass isn't one of those states. but if your state is you could perhaps see the bright lights and that's pretty cool.

The best ones
I ever ate I ate

that summer, him dead
six months, me not yet

forevered again
to anyone. Tomatoes

the only fever, many-
chambered, jelly-seeded

—probably slicers,
nothing rare. Dissected

into the same glass bowl
night after night for a dinner

date with the pulpy sun
on its way through

my yard. Fayetteville,
Arkansas, city of wreckage.

Mozzarella, basil, salt.
Oil, the August air

humid, nearly liquid.
One evening I sat

on my back stoop
in a puddle of light

and knew I could live
without him, and was.

I ate the same dinner
from the same bowl

until the decision
ceased to be a decision.

--"Tomatoes", Katrina Vandenberg

Poem: "Walnut Park"

Apr. 16th, 2026 09:08 pm
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This poem came out of the March 3, 2026 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] fuzzyred and a conversation with [personal profile] dialecticdreamer. It also fills the "Small Spaces" square in my 3-1-26 card for the National Crafting Month Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony Barrette. It belongs to the Broken Angels thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

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Chihuahua! ♥

Daphne's DNA test results came back just a day shy of two weeks after the swab went in the mail. Embark was able to identify DNA from 8 specific breeds (very auspicious), with five of them being at least 10% and the greatest being 40%.

(The remaining three were grouped into "15% supermutt" and included GERMAN SHEPHERD, so fair, the only thing funnier would have been husky.)

So according to Embark, Daphne is about 40% chihuahua. No cairn genes detected, nor border terrier nor brussels griffon. In fact the single terrier-type gene they identified was 15% yorkie (second largest gene contribution after chihuahua), although the distinction seems to be partly one of size. (Her genes are almost entirely from toy breeds, even though her size tips her out of the toy category.)

40% chihuahua
15% yorkie
15% supermutt (mini poodle, german shepherd, lhasa apso)
10% pomeranian
10% pekingese
10% shih tzu



Plausible ♥

Quantum Physics

Apr. 16th, 2026 08:00 pm
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Graphene just defied a fundamental law of physics

In a major breakthrough, scientists have observed electrons in graphene flowing like a nearly frictionless liquid, defying a core law of physics. This exotic quantum state not only reveals new fundamental behavior but could also unlock powerful future technologies.


Natural laws cannot be broken. You just discover new versions or applications of them.

But yeah, graphene does some pretty amazing stunts.

Shades of the same.

Apr. 16th, 2026 08:54 pm
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It got sticky enough today to warrant the tower fan for cooling purposes. It's not even May. The day wasn't helped by the very little sleep I got last night, so between the fallout nausea and the heat, very little got done.

But, on the plus side, the home transcription gig's been given the go-ahead to more or less be a temporary full-time job, so I may take that as the smallest possible win.

Today's version of Microwave Layers

Apr. 16th, 2026 05:43 pm
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Today's version of Microwave Layers is:

  • rice
  • a chopped avocado
  • a sprinkle of lemon juice
  • 5 slices of salami, chopped into roughly eighths
  • medium cheddar

(no subject)

Apr. 16th, 2026 07:59 pm
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As I mentioned on my last Pern post, Dragonsdawn was always the most memorable Pern book for me -- for my sins, and sins indeed they are. That said, having reread it, I can understand exactly why I found this so compelling. This was the book that sold me on the fantasy of planetary exploration and colonization as a delightful and desirable experience! You could go to a beautiful new world and discover baby dragons and have random islands named after you! You could build a new Utopian society! Is Anne McCaffrey's vision of a Utopian society uncomfortably libertarian? Sure, but I was ten, I didn't know what libertarians were, I just understood that Sorka was having a very cool time as a happily free-range child exploring the Pernese landscape. I don't think it was until I read Mary Roach's Packing for Mars as an adult that I fully came to terms with the fact that going to space actually sounded like a deeply unpleasant time, logistically speaking, and let the faint wisps of the Dragonsdawn dream of First Feet Down on a beautiful new planet that's functionally just like Earth with bonus charming telepathic fauna dissipate into the ether.

I mean, it is sort of an open question though: early Pernese culture, potential paradise or libertarian cult? I do think McCaffrey knows that the colonist's blissful vision of If Everyone Has Enough Land For Themselves We Can All Just Be Chill And Not Actually Bother Society-Building is doomed to some degree of failure on account of bad actors, even before it's interrupted by Thread. She could have just made it a book about dealing with Thread and developing dragons about it, and it would probably be a better book if she did, but she's so grimly determined to put some bad actors in just to demonstrate she knows they exist. This at least is my theory of how we got Evil Sexy Avril Bitra, perpetrator of history's most inexplicable heist. "If I go on this fifty-year mission, I can steal some diamonds, steal an escape pod, launch myself back out into space, and get picked up back in a society that's moved on a hundred years from the one I left! Probably they'll still want diamonds and I'll re-adapt just fine!"

So, I can understand, I guess, why Avril Bitra. I don't understand and don't think I will ever understand why Avril Bitra's narrative foil is a would-be tradwife who nonconsensually aphrodisiaced her way into marriage with a man who has never shown any romantic interest in anything except cave systems and then spent the next eight years making a shocked Pikachu face about the fact that he continued to not be all that into her. Why is Sallah Telgar's plot in this book? What is it doing here? Why is Avril Bitra evilly torturing Sallah on the spaceship given so much page space and weird psychosexual intensity when literally nothing about this plot actually impacts the colony's situation IN ANY ACTUAL WAY? I thought a reread would leave me less confused about all this than I was when I was ten and in fact I think it did the opposite. Anne, please ... you must have had some thoughts about this, thematically, structurally ... I'm coming to you, hat in hand, asking for answers.

I do think it's very funny that in the years between 1968 and 1989 Anne McCaffrey decided that it was a bit embarrassing that she'd built biological differences into her dragons such that the queens don't breathe fire, and decided to blame it on the fact that the dragons were genetically designed by an Extremely Traditional Chinese Grandma instead. Is it also racist? Yes, extremely. But if we start talking about all the unfortunate well-meaning racism in Dragonsdawn we'll be here all day and I don't have that much day left. Racism aside I did find myself unexpectedly somewhat moved by the subplot I did not remember at all in which Kenjo Fusaiyuki, a guy who has made a Profound Mistake in moving to an isolated colony planet that's dedicated itself to being low-tech and abandoning spaceflight, desperately hoards fuel for as long as possible to put off the time when he will have to at last give up for good and all the thing he loves most and is best at in all the world.

And you know who could've saved Kenjo Fusaiyuki's life, if she had stopped to help the two guys Avril Bitra clonked on the head instead of uselessly pursuing her into space? YES, IT'S ANOTHER SALLAH TELGAR CRIME. Sallah Telgar, you have so much to answer for.

what's going on in my head

Apr. 16th, 2026 06:42 pm
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The short version of the story is that last month, I saw a new neurologist.* They want to do some tests to diagnose my seizures more accurately. If all goes well, I may end up on better meds with fewer side effects (less crushing depression, clearer thinking, better memory) and better seizure control without needing to be careful to avoid flashing lights (so I can safely go out at night, even on Comm Ave.) If it goes less well, I will end up right where I am now, after a very uncomfortable week with glue in my hair.

The Epilepsy Monitoring Unit is more daunting than the hourlong EEGs I've had at various times since I was 8. It would be a week or so in the hospital with electrodes glued to my head the whole time. (Not only can't shower, but can't even comb my hair.) It would mean tapering off my current anti-seizure meds, going without sleep on alternate nights, and doing things like hyperventilating and looking at strobes when they tell me to. They want to see exactly what happens when I have seizures or auras, and in what part of my brain. The resident epileptologist I talked to for more than an hour had useful things to say about the possibility that I might have localized focal seizures that would respond better to a different class of meds. And it would be safer to experiment with them in the EMU.

If we are doing these tests to find better meds with fewer side effects, that would be great! That could be worth a lot of discomfort. But the attending doctor who came in for the last few minutes of the appointment sees this study as a preliminary investigation for surgery...no. Definitely not. I do not want surgery. He told me I didn't need to decide about surgery yet, but I have decided and I resent needing to defend that decision. (This made it into his clinical notes as “patient is not excited about surgery.” I need to be more assertive.) Not too assertive, of course. I am a fat middle-aged woman with an illness that is literally all in my head, and it’s important not to come across as hysterical.


* My wonderful neurologist on Cambridge respected that I had seizures, migraines, AND depression, and would rather put up with a few absence seizures than make the depression too severe. He retired in 2021, and his practice replaced him with someone I didn’t like. Then with someone incompetent. Then with someone who said she didn’t do epilepsy and I should try consulting someone downtown. I went downtown, where the dispatcher asked what my primary complaint was? As I was having a quick absence seizure every 2-3 months, and a migraine every 2-3 days, I complained about the latter. The dispatcher sent me to a headache specialist, that I waited 8 months to see.

I asked the headache specialist about my seizures. (Some of my anti-seizure meds also prevent migraines.) He said he doesn’t do epilepsy; I should see a different neurologist. So I waited a few more months. To sum up: I am not in a position to go back and ask my old doctor if I am dubious about what this one recommends. And my PCP is kind but not useful for actual medical advice.
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[personal profile] teland tagged me in a Tumblr meme, which I completed here for legibility/copy-paste-ability.

Here are my present thoughts about the first story I wrote in each of 30 fandoms, selected because those are the ones in which I have written more than 3 works longer than a drabble, with the occasional guest star of "All right, I mostly wrote drabbles in this fandom, but I really want to list it."

If that sounds like a meme you want to do, consider yourself tagged! The original meme was just "First story you wrote in each fandom" but I'd be here for a month if I did all of them.

The list of fandoms where stories appear is: Ashes to Ashes, Aubrey-Maturin - O'Brian, Battlestar Galactica (2003), Dark is Rising - Cooper, DCU (Comics), DCU Animated - Timmverse, Discworld - Pratchett, Doctrine of Labyrinths, due South, Falsettos - Finn & Lapine, Generation Kill (TV), Good Omens - Gaiman & Pratchett, Jeeves & Wooster, Les Misérables - Hugo, Life on Mars (UK), The Magicians (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, then known as Avengers (2012), Men's Ice Hockey RPF, Promethean Age - Bear, Singin' in the Rain (1952), Slings & Arrows:, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars RPF, Supreme Power, Tales of the City - Maupin, Twitch City, Vorkosigan Saga - Bujold, and White Collar.

I am not monofannish )

Me-and-media update

Apr. 17th, 2026 10:05 am
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Previous poll review
In the Stoic hurt/comfort poll, 44.2% of respondents prefer the stoic character stoically/reluctantly/awkwardly providing comfort, vs 41.9% who prefer them receiving comfort (pretty sure that's within the margin of error, though); and 27.9% said it depends. Three people (including me) checked "I'm not into hurt/comfort." <3

In ticky-boxes, appreciating being able to breathe through your nose came second to hugs, 62.8% to 79.1%. Thank you for your votes! ♥

Reading
I finished The Hymn to Dionysus by Natasha Pulley, read by Sid Sagar, a m/m clockpunk fantasy novel set in ancient Thebes. I especially enjoyed the Theban POV, and I grew increasingly more engaged as it progressed. Might read it again sometime in text.

Still making my way through Refuse to Be Done by Matt Bell. I'm up to the advice for third drafts.

Andrew and I finished Warrior's Apprentice by Lois McMaster Bujold, read by Grover Gardner, while polishing off a jigsaw, and have started The Vor Game, in which Miles is instructed to learn to respect authority, and immediately sets out to manipulate everyone around him.

Kdramas
The same four as last week: Phantom Lawyer, You're Beautiful (ahhhh!), Love Scout, and Lovely Runner. The latter involves the female lead time-travelling 15 years into her past self, and she seems weirdly unaware of the age gap between her and the school-age male lead. Maybe this isn't a romance? (Writing this made me consider an alternate version where her contemporary self just sends her diary or something to the past instead, so her teen self would be armed with all the knowledge but still age-appropriate.)

Other TV
Finished Paper Girls (argh, permanent cliffhanger ending!) and Connections (BBC). Still watching The Pitt, Rooster, and Scrubs. Zoomed through all of Big Mistakes, a Netflix romp starring Dan Levy, which ended with a set-up for season 2.

Fringe (which is losing the plot, wow) and Bluey with my sister.

And we saw Hoppers at the cinema, and had a great time with it. Aww! Such an optimistic view of the world.

Audio entertainment
Dreaming Against the Machine (new podcast by Adam Becker, author of More Everything Forever), episode 1: "Futurists, with Reo Eveleth". The podcast is about "envisioning a realistic and hopeful future", and this episode was really great. I found it via the Better Offline episode "More, Everything, Forever with Adam Becker".

(Aside: something about DAtM made me think that podcasts are the blogs of today: thoughtful people making their ideas and conversations public, very voicey and intimate in a way. And presumably just as hard to break into (in the English-language sphere) if you're not a confident user of the English language...)

Writing/making things
Getting back into the swing of writers' hour now it's moved to 8am for the winter -- which is timely, because I have a 520 Day assignment fic to write. (I was aiming for short, but it's already over 1500w 2300w, with at least two scenes to go. Which is what happens when you mostly read novels, I guess.)

Life/health/mental state things
We've had a few days of gorgeous weather (and next week is looking dire), which has meant a lot of biking. Plus I have builders working on reputtying some of my windows, which is disruptive and dusty, so I've been out a lot; yesterday I worked on my 520 fic at our newly re-opened central public library. All of which is to say that my arms are pretty mad at me. Bluetooth keyboards are great, but so is my home ergonomic setup. And I can only handle so much biking atm.

The window work is in a race against the weather, and weather forecasting has got less accurate since some @#$#*ing incompetent shitheads @#(*ed up the US Weather Service. So who knows if my house will be weatherproof next week? No one!

I'm not as cranky as this sounds. Just a bit stressed, and my house is covered in a fine layer of dust. Guess I'm looking at a thorough spring autumn clean once this is all done.

Had a flu jab on Wednesday.

Link dump
Get your Letter to the Editor published. Every. Time. | AO3 admin post about Spambot Comments on AO3 (different types, and what to do about them) | Remarkable survival after hawk trapped in car grille | Mom cat shows her kittens the German shepherd is safe (Youtube, via [personal profile] starandrea).

Good things
Lovely weather. Mobile technology and ebikes. Writing!! Friendly builders. Andrew and Halle and friends and Dreamwidth.

Poll #34482 Fanfic vs Profic
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 39


Do you have different prose standards for reading profic vs fanfic?

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no, I'm pretty relaxed about prose quality if other aspects of the story capture me
9 (23.1%)

yes, I'm more picky about fanfic
0 (0.0%)

yes, I'm more picky about profic...
17 (43.6%)

... with the exception of certain genres
4 (10.3%)

no, I'm picky across the board
13 (33.3%)

other
5 (12.8%)

ticky-box of to read makes our speaking English good
20 (51.3%)

ticky-box full of podcasts
4 (10.3%)

ticky-box of how many rivers must an otter swim down before you can call it an otter
24 (61.5%)

ticky-box full of 42
18 (46.2%)

ticky-box full of hugs
28 (71.8%)

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