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and I've got to say, it's up there:

https://www.cbc.ca/radio/asithappens/b-c-swimmer-crosses-strait-of-georgia-under-nine-hours-9.7316260

Please read it, even if -- perhaps especially if -- you do not engage in or follow Sporting Activities.

Also her expression in the photo with the balloon exactly matches the emotion she describes.

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Sep. 6th, 2026 10:53 pm
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This bit of silliness has been knocking around my brain all evening:

"One if by land and two if by sea!
The instructions seemed perfectly clear.
I even could understand both, meaning three;
But why are there /five/? Dear oh dear."

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Sep. 6th, 2026 06:15 pm
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I had sort of a doubled experience of the first half of The Master and Margarita wherein I was a.) having a wonderful time experiencing early Soviet satirical surrealism and also genuinely engaged with the novel-within-a-novel's Pontius Pilate fanfiction and b.) constantly gently shaking the book by its spine waiting for Margarita to fall out.

For those unfamiliar, The Master and Margarita is a Russian novel, written in the USSR between 1928 and 1940, about the arrival of the devil and his crew in Soviet Moscow with chaotic intent: among other things, to prove to the Officially Atheist Muscovites that he exists. The first two hundred present us with various unfortunates whose paths happen to intersect with the devil's chosen entertainments, and their variously useless efforts to appeal to bureaucracy to sort things out, which, of course, it cannot do.

Anyway, the satire in this section is very sharp and I would have been perfectly content with it alone had I not known there was a Margarita to come. My foreknowledge of this book was inaccurate in several respects, actually; I knew there was a Margarita, but not that she didn't appear for 200 pages, and I also knew there was a Master but I was sort of under the impression that he was in fact the devil, which is not true at all. The Master is a writer, one of the only people in the first section whose life was not ruined by the devil at all, but simply by the experience of Soviet literary bureaucracy, which destroyed him by trashing and rejecting the novel into which he poured his heart and soul.

(This is the internal novel about Pontius Pilate, which did in fact give me emotions about Pontius Pilate and his bad headache and his beloved dog. Sometimes Gospel fanfiction is good!)

So this is Book 1. Then in Book 2: at last! Margarita!! Margarita is the Master's lover, who has lost him, and his book which she also loved possibly even more than she loved the Master himself, and is languishing unhappily in her aggressively and unpleasantly normal married life when she receives an offer from the Devil: abandon her life and all social norms, become a witch, and play hostess at his big annual annual party. If she nails it at this crucial social event, perhaps she'll receive her heart's desire.

Margarita does not experience an iota of hesitation about this. Margarita is READY to become a witch. Margarita is not necessarily going to ENJOY the exhausting experience of standing for hours at a Satanic social event but she has COMMITTED and she is going to GIVE IT HER ALL. I was excited for Margarita to appear and I liked her as soon as she did, but I did not really expect her also to give me emotions, and yet by the end here we were. Satire gets you with sentiment when you don't expect it!

and i'm lost behind

Sep. 6th, 2026 06:38 pm
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I got a decent night's sleep last night and finally feel like a human being again - on Friday night I didn't fall asleep until after 4:30 am and slept for about 6 hours, which is not enough for me anymore. I did finally pick up my glasses though - I meant to duck out of work early to go on Friday afternoon (on our last summer Friday *sob*), but alas, work didn't allow for it, and by the time I was done, I was like, I don't want to go, for a variety of reasons. So I managed it yesterday - it ended up being really quick! And I really like my new glasses. I had grown displeased (aesthetically) with the ones I had early on, but last year my prescription had barely changed so I didn't want to spend the money on new ones. This year it changed enough - and I had put the money in my FSA - that it was worth doing. Then I came home and fell asleep on the couch, all baking and cooking plans out the window. *hands*

Today, I attempted this Smitten Kitchen peach cobbler loaf and while I liked the idea of it, it is a rare miss from SK, imo, at least as written. First of all, there is way too little topping for the size of the cake (and also the streusel should have cinnamon in it too, which I added). Second of all, the bottom and sides are overcooked but the batter under the top layer of peaches is still too wet/uncooked to eat. And yet my cake-tester came out clean repeatedly (I checked, since the recipe warns about it), so idek what the deal is with that. So that was a disappointment.

Then I roasted a chicken, which is never a disappointment. It was delicious, and will feed me again during the week, despite being the smallest roasting chicken you ever did see.

I know I owe answers to comments etc. and I am going to try to catch up but no guarantees. I'm just glad we're off tomorrow.

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Well, there's definitely no need to water the garden this weekend. We haven't been getting a massive amount of rain here, but it's added up to a very respectable amount; Cape Breton and other areas, OTOH, are dealing with flooding and whatnot. :/

(Unsurprisingly, the outdoor theatre performance I was hoping to attend was called on account of the rain. Here's hoping the weather is better for the rain date and that I have the energy to go once the crunch is underway.)

I keep thinking strawberries are over for the year, but while our beloved produce stand didn't have any this week, their Instagram update yesterday mentioned hopefully having some again next weekend. This morning we headed out into the distinctly-autumnal damp and picked up blueberries, peaches, nectarines, and red heart plums from them. I've completely blanked on how late into the fall they work, but forgot to ask while we were there. (Our farmshare runs until the end of October, IIRC, which is also our deadline for getting the raised planter moved back, so that's how long our couple of cabbage plants--although if need be we'll move the planter with them still in it, as carefully as possible, as hope for the best.)

Since my last post, [personal profile] scruloose and I have finished season 1 of Reacher; we haven't talked about whether we're going to watch more, but with the Dayjob crunch about to start and a handful of Silo episodes still to watch, we won't need to decide about another "hour-long" show in the immediate future. I also finished reading This Inevitable Ruin, and there was no waitlist for A Parade of Horribles and it was available from the library with three-week rather than two-week loans, so I went ahead and borrowed it and we'll see how it goes.

A couple of weeks ago I was offered a one-shot manga rewrite that would've been due a few weeks from now, same as the rewrite I'm starting in on today (having just caught up on my simulpub chapter), and I knew when I did it that turning it down was the smart move, but with the crunch right in front of us, I'm very viscerally grateful to my past self for having sense about it. I'm almost through my fifth year of full-time employment and still find it very hard to decline freelance work (and fortunately don't have to very often; I try hard to make things work. Part of why I was offered that book was that I recently mentioned being open to one-shots and very short series, in hopes of padding out my freelance schedule between seasonal Dayjob crunches, but alas, the timing was just not good for this one).

Community stuff

Sep. 6th, 2026 08:54 am
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[community profile] communal_creators - I signed up for the tier 3 time, 60 minutes a day! It does weekly averages, so if I cut it short one day, I can add it to other days. Which is good, because there are some days when we go into the city or go on an adventure that is mostly an all day time of thing, and when I get home I do not want to be creative, lol.

I also just joined [community profile] booknook because being chatty about books is fun, when I manage to read books! Reading books is DIFFICULT but I very much try. And being part of a community is very nice. :3

Also! Round one of [community profile] xoverbingo has started! And since all I want to do is crossovers and fusions, this is definitely something I had to sign up for. :3 card under here! )

I'm not going for a blackout because those never go well, but there's a couple of rows and columns I can work with!

I have gym this morning, wehhhhh I'm not feeling it, but after that I think I'm going to (shower) go to a coffee shop and see if I can get some work done in my Primarch Week things. I STARTED WITH THE 6TH DAY INSTEAD OF AN EARLIER DAY and it has five people in it, so I'm like oh nooooooo, I gotta get something prepared for the earlier daaaaays, aaaaaahhhh.

What I'm saying is, fandom is being great fun and I'm having a good time, lmao. ♥ ♥ ♥

Stats: August 2026

Sep. 6th, 2026 04:22 pm
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Films Watched

  • La tierra de los toros (1924)

  • Ikiru (1952)

  • A Woman Under the Influence (1974)

  • Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023)

  • Mädchen in Uniform (1931)

  • The Boy Who Turned Yellow (1972)

  • Barry Lyndon (1975) ✨

  • Sanshō Dayū (1954)

  • The Bad and the Beautiful (1952)

  • Desert Hearts (1985)

  • Le Pied qui étreint (1916)

  • Lola (1961)

  • Maurice (1987)

  • Tokyo Story (1953)

  • Sabotage (1936)

  • The Glass Key (1942)

  • Mickey 17 (2025)

  • Nosferatu (2024)

  • Il jockey della morte (1915)

  • In the Mood for Love (2000) ✨

  • Die Austernprinzessin (1919) ✨

  • La guerra ed il sogno di Momi (1917)

  • Kumonosu-jō • Throne of Blood (1957) ✨

  • Im Lebenswirbel (1918)

  • The Dream Lady (1918)

  • Double Indemnity (1944)



Books being read (for leisure)

  • The Bloody Red Baron by Kim Newman

  • Ivor Novello: Screen Idol by Michael Williams



Finished Arts
Nothing

Words Written
Nothing

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Sep. 5th, 2026 02:39 pm
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Patricia McKillip's Song for the Basilisk arrived in our house recently courtesy of [personal profile] genarti's library holds by way of a rec from [personal profile] sovay last time she was over. I am pretty sure I read this one at the time it was published, because I'm pretty sure I read everything Patricia McKillip published between the years of approximately 1995 and 2010, but do I remember anything about it? Of course not! Patricia McKillip's books are infinitely rereadable because they to a one an inherent and somewhat miraculous quality of eluding all recollection.* But I just finished this one last week and I have in fact been trying to hold onto the memory with both hands before it fades.

*with the exceptions of Forgotten Beasts of Eld, my first and most formative McKillip, and sometimes the Riddlemaster trilogy if I concentrate very hard

The premise of this one is that there's been a coup in a Renaissance-esque city of music and magic, and the last survivor of the couped family gets sent to study a different sort of music and magic on an isolated bardic-school island that is much less Machiavelli and much more Mabinogian. There he grows up, has a failed romance, has a son, resolutely refuses to remember anything about his past until circumstances force him into it, and, having remembered, returns to the city of his birth to have his revenge, the city ALREADY being busy with a.) the production of the current ruler's annual birthday opera, this year starring said ruler's regrettably unmusical youngest daughter and b.) a badly-planned counter-coup being conducted by all his distant relatives who didn't get killed in the first coup.

The arrival of a mysterious musical stranger sends both the opera and the counter-coup spinning out in various unexpected directions. Also, the director of the opera is in love with one of the coup-ers, the unmusical daughter is awkwardly crushing on the baffled lost heir, and the lost heir's son has shown up off his own bat to pursue his own plan for revenge, confusing the whole situation further. Also also nobody's revenge plans have taken into account that the ruler has another, older daughter, who is unnervingly competent and has learned all of his sinister skills and is poised to take over as soon as he's off the chessboard.

Look at that! A whole McKillip plot, without reference to Wikipedia, details and all! Because it's McKillip, the book skips through all this in lovely little hops, occasionally pausing for a bit of deeply lyrical and evocative music-evoked magic that fades away like mist the minute you try and explain to yourself why it happened like that. And as usual I enjoyed myself very much, although I don't think the landing fully holds up to itself: spoilers ) I would have liked even more opera but I always want even more opera.

therealljidol: 0, Introduction

Sep. 5th, 2026 08:00 am
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Introductions are contextual affairs.

They begin with the name you choose to give. The one I use online is older than any other name I have save my legal name, which I have never really used socially; it's only for doctor's appointments and my driver's license and other such paperwork. (It is not dead to me. None of my names are dead to me. I still go that's my name, not yours! about the oldest names I have, the ones I haven't used for nearly twenty years, because they were me and I still lay claim to that name and the person I was when I used it.)

(I also still lay claim to the names of characters I played in LARPs and TTRPGs. Again: It's about context. Those names are mine but they are me through a lens I crafted for myself. I have known some people more deeply as their characters than as players, held meaningful relationships with people via the medium of roleplay and taken months to learn their personal name because I only talked to them when I was my character and they were theirs. This doesn't make the relationship lesser; it simply makes it highly context-dependent.)

Shadaras, the name I gave myself when I was thirteen, has lasted. It's been two decades, nearly exactly, since I took that name—and its short form, Shade. (Not Shad, like so many people naturally go to, a name that I deflected as being too masc for reasons I would have given differently at thirteen than I do now. As it is, I often accept it in passing, but it's more oh I know you mean me than it being my name.)

Depending on the introduction, perhaps you talk about pronouns (they/them, except at work where he/him is simpler), or your job (I'm beginning my fourth year as a union sheet metal apprentice), or your hobbies (the major ones right now are: aikido, which I've been doing for over half my life and in which I now rank nidan [second-degree black belt]; table-top roleplaying games, which are all about playing pretend and collaborative storytelling; art, which I've done for joy since childhood; reading, which I wish I had more time for these days; and writing, which is the reason I'm writing this introduction today). Or maybe it's about your pets (I have a little void-cat called Mar; she's my perfect baby) or your living arrangements (solitary, other than said cat) or the old standard of the weather (currently rather nice, as summer fades into autumn; it's no longer too hot and humid, but neither is the air yet overly chilled).

Maybe you give a fun fact about yourself as an ice breaker. My go-to for that is that I'm a twin (fraternal, not identical; my twin took after our father, and I took after our mother). Sometimes I talk about growing up in Silicon Valley, which usually prompts a question about why I moved to New England (college; I stayed after graduating because cost of living and also having a good group of friends similarly sticking around). Other times it might be something about doing a psych degree, going into elementary education, and then burning out due to COVID-19 and moving into the union trades. Again, it's about context, and what's fun, and what I think the people around me already know.

(Another fun fact, this time not about me: Have you ever heard a list of all the names for the puma/cougar/mountain lion? They have so many because they ranged all across the continent and so everyone had their own name for them, and then English adopted those names as regional variations. Once upon a time I could recite a whole list of their names, courtesy of volunteering for a local wildcat outreach organization as a youth, but now I'm limited to a more reasonable number. I think my favorite atypical name for them is painter; it has so much space for storytelling and mythmaking.)

Then, often, you talk about what brought you to this place, or why you're interested in this topic, or something else about the reason for your introduction.

In this space, for this context? Perhaps that's a little story:
Once upon a time (as the classic introduction goes) there was a person. But that's not specific enough, is it? A few years ago, this person, a human calling themself Shade, saw some people posting prompt fills for something called "therealljidol", went "huh" and didn't think much of it. Last year, they looked at the writing comm, because therealljidol was doing something called The Wheel of Chaos and it seemed cool but also baffling and perhaps not like a good time to try it out. And then this year when therealljidol rose once more from the depths their bestie was like ":eyes: what if you joined this time?" and they were like "...maybe." They thought about it for a week, mostly while sign-ups were being hinted at, and then signed up because it does seem like a lot of fun.
This is not a good story, because it's not something designed to be a story. It's just the little happenstances of real life. But it follows the rule of threes, and it has a beginning, a middle, and an end (which is itself a beginning since it brings us to here and now; the cycle repeats, or it is unending, depending on how you choose to view it...), and so perhaps it is a fair(y) story after all.

So! I'm doing [community profile] therealljidol because I like writing and telling stories (you can see my ao3 account for ample evidence of that, including a fair chunk that's original work), and I think it's extremely fun to write short stories in response to unusual prompts on a time limit. Deadline-fueled creativity amplified by the energy of community is is a powerful pressure cooker that often results in beautiful and unexpected things.

I look forward to everything we're going to make together, and also the story of the season and game itself, however strange, twisting, weird, and wild they may become.

(sign-ups for [community profile] therealljidol are still open for anyone else to throw their hat in should they choose. no expectations, of course, but this is written for the first prompt and you may as well know there's still time to join in if it seems fun to you too!)

PSA: ferritin

Sep. 5th, 2026 11:46 am
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So it turns out I’ve probably been significantly iron-deficient for a while.

Based on how long it’s been since I last had this much energy, it’s probably been the case for multiple years, culminating in the first few months of this year when I was so exhausted all the time I was terrified I had chronic fatigue syndrome.

As a result, I have accumulated a certain amount of knowledge about the subject in a very short time, and thought I might as well share, in the hope that anyone else dealing with this shit figures it out much sooner.

Standard disclaimers, I am not a doctor and do not play one on the internet, this is not medical advice, etc. etc., just a quick and dirty introduction.

Here are some things I think should be more widely known: Cut for length )

time is fake and it's september now

Sep. 4th, 2026 01:55 pm
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[personal profile] shadaras
I would like to remember to post here more often, so!

1.
Went out to Boston [greater metro area] [anyone actually in Boston would be like "THAT'S NOT BOSTON" if I named the specific suburb] [people not in Boston would be like "yeah no that's fair that's basically Boston"] on Wednesday because (a) I had the time and (b) my twin has moved there for this coming semester.

Good to see him! Took him to the local dojo, which is one I'm fond of because it's the dojo some of my friends here started at but which I'd never visited before. That was a fun time, got to see some different variations than I usually practice.


2.
Saw my surgeon and got fully cleared to return to aikido and work and everything else! She is very pleased by how well I've healed.

2a.
So I called the company I'd been working for, and was told that "sorry, we're slow right now, we don't have a place for you to come back to", and thus called the union hall like "hey I've just been laid off" and was told "I'll get you on the list, but things are slow; don't expect anything soon."

...an hour later the hall calls me back and goes "Hey, you want to work on Tuesday?" and I say yes obviously. It's with a different company (technically; iirc it's a related branch of the other company I'd been working for, which means they might just be like "hey we're sending your paperwork over"), and idk who's on the job site, but hey, good to be wanted.

I'm told, when I comment on how quickly that came back, that it's because I've gotten a good reputation among everyone I've worked with, and all the teachers, etc etc. Everyone knows I'm a good worker, reliable, pick things up quickly, etc. So.

The job site is a 15-20min drive depending on traffic. Dunno how big a job it is, how far into it they are, etc. I'll learn on Tuesday.


3.
I've been reading the light novels of Apothecary Diaries lately, having been reminded that they do exist and that my library system has them and that I will read ebooks so long as I remember they exist.

I watched the first 21 episodes of the anime uhhhh last winter...? If you're like "wait doesn't that mean you got basically to the end of s1 and then stopped" you would be CORRECT. I am Not Great at watching things on my own! I do this all the time!

I've just gotten to the end of volume 4, which lines up with the end of season 2 of the anime. Delightful reads! The the first two volumes were fun for "oh I can see exactly how you adapted this to the anime" reasons, and then it's just been fun seeing what new nonsense and plotlines are happening when I don't have foreknowledge. Occasionally there are bits of extra exposition that narration can provide which are harder to slip into a visual medium, but that's not going to meaningfully impact the vibe.

(I do find it interesting/jarring that occasionally in the light novel at least I'll be like "...okay like you're giving me the translation of these names but these are Japanese names not Chinese names despite this being set in what's generally pretty clearly a China expy..." but uh that's not a problem so much as just a weird little linguistic Thing that makes me blink and then move on because it doesn't matter to the story.)

Favorite Name Bit, though: Maomao (protag) and Maomao (cat) having Different Names that sound exactly the same.

...I mean I could talk about the plot of this but xD I'm mostly here for Maomao's love affair with poisons, fun little mysteries, and Jinshi getting ignored because he's too pretty for his own good and gets too easily upset by aroace icon Maomao preferring to pay attention to women and children and mushrooms and pretty much anyone who isn't him.

A quick media update, mainly

Sep. 4th, 2026 01:29 pm
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[personal profile] umadoshi
First! Farmshare, week ten: peaches, lettuce, salad greens, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, two small cabbages (one red, one green--another tender-something, IIRC). We now have three cabbages in the fridge. Hmm.

Reading: On the DCC front, I've read The Eye of the Bedlam Bride and am now almost finished This Inevitable Ruin, which I believe will leave me with just the newest installment to go. I'm kinda hoping one of the library systems will have that last book with just a couple of holds on the ebook so I can get into a short queue and then hold my place in line when I'm at the top; I usually don't try to read anything of any length during Dayjob crunches, but there's so much going on in these books that I'm trying not to lose too much momentum. (I'm in that awkward position where I'm still not very emotionally engaged but still want to know what happens. >.<)

In between those two, I read Naomi Kritzer's new novella, Obstetrix, which is...a very, very, very different read. Very well done. Deeply horrifying.

Watching: Speaking of momentum, I have trouble keeping it going for more than one on-my-own story at a time these days, so while I've been making progress on Zhan Zhao Adventures, it's been slow when I've had a DCC book from the library.

[personal profile] scruloose and I have finished Journal with Witch (is there any hope of a second season?) and are a few episodes behind on the current season of Silo, which I think just finished? Maybe we can get caught up before the next time the AppleTV subscription bills us (and hopefully I'll remember to cancel the service).

We've also now seen most of season 1 of Reacher, thanks to a spate of threads about it on Bluesky enthusing about it in entertaining ways. For reference (and hopefully one or both of these are visible to non-users), have "a thread about why you should watch What If A Man Was Large, The Show, in the form of a Q&A" and a thread about the novels having (and why they have) a significant female fanbase. (In comments on the latter, Bree of Kit Rocha said "if bluesky hadn't told me to watch this with the correct combination of bizarre keywords I would have continued avoiding it because the trailers I saw just kinda looked like Another Male Vigilante Power Fantasy and in this day & age I would rather chew glass. lol".)

I don't know if we'll keep going with it once we finish this season, but everything mentioned in those threads is proving to be accurate. (Except that I'd formed the impression that it was pretty episodic, sort of a "What if the Littlest Hobo was a Giant Man who PUNCHED HORRIBLE MEN IN THE FACE [and worse; there's a lot of violence in here]???" thing, and instead season 1, at least, is all one storyline and I have no reason to think that won't remain true of each season.)

(At this time I feel no impulse to try the novels, and a very strong impulse to never go anywhere the movie, AKA "What if a notably short actor decided he wanted to play a character whose defining characteristic is being FUCKING HUGE?" I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to watching it if there were any reason to think it was good, but no one has made it sound every halfway passable.)

Transmissions working overtime

Sep. 4th, 2026 05:35 am
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[personal profile] sovay
Beyond placing unsuccessful calls to doctors, the major event of my day has been lying on the couch with a folk horror double of the Fourth Doctor. I might have watched more than the one serial in high school if it had been The Stones of Blood (1978), which throws itself so joyously into its female-forward swirl of watchful crows and carnivorous megaliths and land no man has ever owned that it almost lost me shifting gears into a null-space trial by chatbot, although it recouped at the last minute with the foreshadowed, folkloric difficulty of counting a ring of standing stones. I am not convinced that Mark Jenkin did not borrow one of its creepier central images of a menhir come to call. More writers should have borrowed the redoubtable eccentricity of Beatrix Lehmann's Professor Rumford, as fearless and cantankerous an archaeologist as ever grumbled about a rival's tenure one minute and prepared to take on an alien rock monster with a truncheon the next, striding as queerly as her legendarily bi actress in her duster and neckerchief and her short silver ruffle of hair. "I do have my academic reputation to consider." I owe a nine-year apology to the Kaldor City audio series because Image of the Fendahl (1977) should feel like a ripped-off mash-up of Dennis Wheatley and Nigel Kneale and instead its memento mori cosmicism is so consumingly weird that I understand it absorbing all manner of other canons into its singularity. It sets up rational sarcasm without supernaturally punching it down, gives its local accents to the heroically gran-and-grandson duo of Daphne Heard and Geoffrey Hinsliff's Martha and Jack Tyler who may or may not have faced down mind-warping extraterrestrial horrors with second sight and a salt-loaded shotgun before but are cheerfully set to do it again. The Medusa-touch of a blind, petrifying gaze revolves in the solipsism of inscrutable appetite, a joke and not that the Doctor offered a jelly baby to a skull with a pentagram fused into its fontanelles. "There's going to come a time when I'll be too old for this sort of thing." I am reminded all the time that I don't live in the same pop-cultural universe as almost anybody, but I really thought Slings & Arrows (2003–06) was famous rather than obscure.

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Sep. 3rd, 2026 10:55 pm
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[personal profile] skygiants
[personal profile] genarti and I have been noodling around with another cowritten epistolary thing, which got us talking about epistolary books at our last crit group, which resulted in us going home with our friend's beloved copy of Regarding the Fountain: A Tale, in Letters, of Liars and Leaks, an extremely cute absurdist-epistolary mystery that neither of us had ever previously heard of.

The plot: the Dry Creek Middle School water fountain is broken! In search of a plain and functional replacement, the principal instead accidentally commissions a world-traveling Miss Frizzle-esque artisanal custom fountain artiste, who engages the Dry Creek fifth-grade class in a correspondence about their ideas for the ideal fountain experience [fish] [swimming] [etc].

But wait! The fountain situation is more sinister than it appears! The town of Dry Creek used to be the paradisiacal Spring Creek, until an ominous event thirty years ago dried everything up. Could it have something to do with the school water fountain? Could it have something to do with evil capitalism? Not to worry; the fifth grade class and their public history project are on the case. Despite all attempts to prevent it, Dry Creek Middle School WILL have a spectacular new fountain!

The book has a lot of fun playing with every single tool in the epistolary box -- fonts will change mid-letter as kids trade the page back and forth, Flo Waters frequently corresponds via elaborate foreign postcards, and the villains never fail to write on stationary that advertises their evil business ventures. An extremely charming way to spend a half hour (it will not take you longer.)

started humming a song from 1962

Sep. 3rd, 2026 07:09 pm
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[personal profile] musesfool
Work this week has been Too Much and I am So Tired. I have a meeting tomorrow I have to get through, and then I have to go pick up my new glasses, and then I am Done. Until it all starts again on Tuesday, sigh.

RIP Gloria Steinem. Sigh.

*

C.J. Cherryh Humble Bundle

Sep. 3rd, 2026 07:16 pm
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I come bearing gifts book sales! Humble Bundle has all of C.J. Cherryh's DAW books for $18. They think this is 38 books, because they count omnibuses as single books. I think this is 48 books, because I do not.

The 9-book bundle (15 books) for $10 and the 3-book bundle (5 books) for $5 are also pretty great.

Also Tamsyn Muir has announced her next book! Which ... is an expansion of a novella I did not much like, rather than Alecto or the weird sf Western that also interests me (I think "Undercover" was probably a proof of concept or the first few chapters). Glad she's writing, though.
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I very much think of the solstices and equinoxes as marking the starts and ends of seasons, but I clearly also think of September as basically autumn. It's like it's all a gradual cycle or something! Go figure!

Farmshare, week nine (last week--we may be getting this week's in an hour or so)/produce in general: cherry tomatoes, lettuce, peaches, cilantro, potatoes, and cone cabbage. (The cabbage is still in the fridge, and I don't know what's "cone" about it; it looks like a standard green cabbage to me.) We also got a small local watermelon, which was sadly underwhelming, and a couple of hefty portobello mushrooms for Smitten Kitchen's Tangy Braised Chickpeas with Carrots and Mushrooms.

But then on the weekend at the produce stand we got the last late-summer strawberries of the season and some yellow corn. I never remember how much I like corn, and then locals on Bluesky were talking about how much better yellow is than peaches and cream, but the latter is mostly what's in the actual grocery stores...so we kept an eye out and pounced when we saw some yellow corn. Yum!

Last night we tore out what was left of the lettuce in the raised planter, which was a bit sad to do, but the original planting had all bolted and the second planting never really amounted to anything. We sort of meant to take another stab at it with the weather cooling, but haven't yet. (The soil in the planter has gotten rather mossy. I do not know how that might or might not affect veggie growing.) But there are still a couple (? it looks like two plants, but they look connected at the root) of savoy cabbages in there that might yet turn into more than just the outer leaves, and they're looking decent.

A couple of smaller tomatoes have been found to be overripe, but [personal profile] scruloose picked some of the Black Cherry cherry tomatoes yesterday and reports that they're not terribly remarkable but are tasty. The couple of large Brandywine fruits (one per plant) continue to redden, despite one of them having the broken stem with our attempt at mending it. (Last week a couple of people suggested bringing green or insufficiently ripe tomatoes in to ripen on a windowsill, but alas, we don't have great light in any useful places, and also no potential tomato-ripening surfaces that aren't wholly accessible to the cats. The tomatoes are taking their chances.)

And now we're just about at the long September long weekend already, and I theoretically have outdoor plans (seeing some theatre!) Saturday, but it sounds like we're about to get hit with a lot of rain over the next several days (albeit more so on the other side of the province, I think). We'll see how things look in the garden on the other side of that, and there's a rain date for the theatre, so hopefully that'll work out one way or another.
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The mulberry tree at the back of my parents' yard cracked this morning at the very base of its trunk and fell full length, smashing the moss-covered concrete foundations that haven't belonged to a garden shed for thirty-five years. I took my mother's phone out and documented the wrack for her. Since it grew at the edge of the property line, its leaves intermingling with the quince, the town has to be called. The plan is to try to take cuttings first, as was done with my grandparents' house-height pussy willow. Everyone is stricken. No one knows what the squirrels are going to eat next summer. The occasional fruit still clings to a twig.



The eleventh of this summer's Stripey dynasty took wing this afternoon, dangling from my finger like a soft-prickling resin-drop until suddenly fluttering off across the street. Three chrysalides and one small but determined caterpillar remain.

Blood for the Bloodmoon

Sep. 2nd, 2026 08:36 pm
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If you are curious about Vampire Survivors, there is currently a month-long charity drive where you can get a free copy of the base game + latest DLC with proof of a blood donation (or financial donation to a related organisation, or a post on social media) here: Blood for the Bloodmoon

It is a very fun, easy game for if you want to spend some time (or a lot of time) not thinking too much but getting the fun brain chemicals for killing more and more monsters with increasingly fancy weapons and characters. As a bonus, the bestiary is hilarious.
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Rabbit, rabbit! In the exercise of representative democracy we voted no on Seth Moulton. The fact that he had gained enough traction for a Democratic primary after tripling down on his courageous denial of the civil rights of trans children had felt like an icky omen all by itself. I will regard his flyswat of a defeat as a healthier one.

August ended as it had begun, sleeplessly and at the doctor's. I bought the second-to-last strawberry rhubarb pie of the season from Petsi and provided a listening ear for the New York transplant behind the counter bewildered by the storrowing rituals of Moving Day. The Curse of Fenric (1989) should have had me at the conjunction of codebreaking and draugr no matter what, but I have been having so much difficulty with media of any sort that the strength of my emotional reaction to its cold-water mix of Norse myth, Lovecraftian ocean, Bletchley Park with the thinnest of serial numbers filed off and the Cold War with none at all was actually a little weird, like cracking a skylight in my brain. Then I slept forty-five minutes and the Aurigids were rained out, an inertial stumble of a day. Errands were complicated by the total evaporation of street parking. Dinner was a spanakopita I loaded very satisfyingly with the main event of tzatziki. I napped a little with Hestia curled on my feet. I have seen two out of this week's three doctors and no one had better ask me to add a fourth.

Naturally while I haven't watched a movie in weeks, the HFA has just announced its upcoming program of Great Expectations: British Postwar Cinema 1945–1960, almost all of which I rather seriously want to see in a theater and several of which I wish I could offer a teleporter to friends for. I keep track of Roger C. Miller formerly of Mission of Burma mostly through his newsletter, which is how I heard the sort of woodwose folk-punk of "I Live in a Forest" (2026). Adam Bolivar's Told by Firelight in Timbered Halls: A Wordhord of Alliterative Verse (2025) dovetails Anglo-Saxon speculation with the author's own considerable mythos of Appalachian Jack tales and never once alliterates itself into white supremacy, which makes it much more fun to recommend the slightly Tolkienesque sense of translation in its well-joined verse.

I have not been feeling very present within my own mind. It could become more habitable any time soon.

September!

Sep. 1st, 2026 04:37 pm
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I meant to make another post before August ended but here we are at September 1st. Somehow???? Somehow. Even though it feels way too soon to be September, I'm looking forward to it. All of the -ber months tbh. ESPECIALLY now that I know there are so many things that grow well in the fall/winter. With how iffy produce in the US is getting, I want to grow as much home as I can. I just planted 30 radishes in the whiskey barrel!

Today is going to be a pretty quiet day, as yesterday I did A MILLION house chores and tomorrow I have therapy at 11a, an appointment to get my RealID so I can actually fly again at 3:15p (I didn't realize driver's licenses didn't work for that anymore!), and then a dance fitness class at 6:45p.

Speaking of dance fitness, I've been working on health/fitness. Cutting for talking of weight loss, body positivity/negativity, self-esteem issues, and WORKING OUT )

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