Choices (7)
Sunday, January 11th, 2026 10:25Sister Linnet Whitterby, of the sisterhood that was associated with St Wilfrid’s Church, looked down at the neat bundles of wool and said that they had done a good morning’s work. The ladies of the working party would be very pleased – was seldom they had such good wool to work with – was mostly a matter of unravelling, not fine and new.
Nora – Lady Eleanor Upweston – stroked one of the hanks and said, indeed would be a pleasure to work with! Then sighed. But I daresay I shall be going out of Town very shortly – 'tis considered entirely prudent that Myo should remove to Worblewood sooner rather than later –
For she understood, in the rather discreet way it was hinted before young unmarried women, that her sister-in-law, Hermione, Countess of Trembourne, was in the way to becoming a mother. That was entirely delightful. The household already contained her elder sister Grissie – Griselda, Lady Undersedge’s – toddling son Edmund and daughter Adelaide still at breast, and they were charming, but Nora was entire eager to see more babies and children bringing life to Trembourne House.
Indeed country air must be entirely the best thing, said Sister Linnet, that would no doubt consider it part of her duty to remain in the East End throughout the worst of a London summer. Aggie – Nora’s cousin Lady Agatha, that was married to Mr Hugh Lucas, Hughie, the incumbent of St Wilfrid’s – always sent their children to his parent’s country rectory during the hottest months.
Quite so, said Nora, and Surgeon-Major Hicks has promised to come visit – his exercizes do her a deal of good – but he would wish to keep her under observation. And besides that matter of his theories of how to improve damaged limbs &C, when was in India also gained a deal of more general experience.
One of the other sisters came in with tea and a plate of biscuits, looked about, praised their work, and said she would be about putting it in the storeroom.
Sister Linnet poured tea, and enquired after Lady Theodora.
Alas, said Nora, Lord and Lady Pockinford still show no disposition to permitting her to come visit her sister here –
For the Tractarian leanings of Hughie Lucas, that appealed very strongly to his sister-in-law, were quite anathema to the Evangelical views of her parents.
– and anyway, they will very shortly be going to Shropshire – everybody seems to be leaving Town about the election – she sighed – there is Undersedge off to their coal-mining district, and Grissie getting matters in order for the decampment to Monks Garrowby – Jimsie – Trembourne – feels obliged to go spend some time at Carlefour Castle even though 'tis let, out of family tradition – but at least may present Myo’s apologies. Thea will say, that she dares say 'twill be less of an ordeal now that Simon has sailed for Peru, though she then says that is wicked uncharitable of her and sure Simon had been improving considerable.
Excessive scrupulosity is a great burden, in particular when it is applied wholesale around! Sometimes we have a little of that amongst the sisters.
Nora gave a little sigh, thinking of her late father’s tedious hypochondriacal whims, and nodded her head.
So, went on Sister Linnet, the Undersedges will not be at Worblewood?
No – Jimsie and Myo – and Lady Saythingport – and Lewis – and Myo’s brothers Lord Peregrine and Lord Lucius, that are not in the least like the late Lord Talshaw, very civil young men – and Jimsie has had the most agreeable letter from Mr Chilfer, that is a great savant in archaeological matters, that he is entirely free to come about some preliminary excavations – I think we may be a comfortable party. We shall all be in mourning, so will not be going out in company –
Such a relief! thought Nora.
Will not your mother, the Dowager Lady Trembourne, be with you?
Oh! cried Nora, did I not tell you? How could I have forgot that news! We had a letter from Mama, in Baden-Baden, saying that she had been quite in seclusion for several months, but now goes recruit her health and spirits at that spaw. 'Tis all very mysterious. One must suppose, Grissie says, that her nerves were more shaken by Papa’s shocking sudden death than one would have anticipated.
Indeed that had been shocking, for all had supposed the late Lord Trembourne an entire malade imaginaire, so his sudden demise, and being found in an exceedingly low part of Town, had given rise to considerable scandal and speculation. But that fine physician Dr Asterley had give evidence that His Lordship had shown very inclined to the beguilements of galvanic quacks, entirely the worst thing in his condition.
The clock on the mantelpiece began to chime, and Sister Linnet said that Lady Eleanor was welcome to join the sisters in the refectory for their midday meal. Nora sighed and said that would be most agreeable, but she felt obliged to return to Trembourne House.
Sister Linnet responded that they would not in the least stand between her and family duties, then conveyed to her certain messages to pass on to Thea.
One did not like to say, Nora thought in the carriage as it drove through the shabby streets, that it was not entirely easy these days to have free communication with Thea! Did Nora go call at Pockinford House they were positively chaperoned by Lady Pockinford, that seemed to suppose that did she not, Nora would covertly admit a Jesuit priest that would steal Thea away into a nunnery.
Aha! She had it! She would go call upon Zipsie Rondegate, around about the time that she was having her singing and pianoforte lessons with Miss McKeown and Miss Lewis, that Thea also attended.
Perchance, Nora brooded, she was just a little jealous of this friendship that had sprung up 'twixt Thea and Zipsie founded in their mutual musical interests, but one could not deny that Zipsie showed an excellent good friend. Had found this means of enabling Thea to continue her singing lessons – Dumpling Dora having got into one of her frets over Thea going all by herself to visit the ladies in the modest quarter where they resided, even accompanied by a maid – encouraged her –
Sure Zipsie was quite a different person now she was married! It must be a great relief, Nora realized, to be quit of all the demands of being on the Marriage Market – all the constraints of what you must or must not do or risk becoming completely unmarriageable, as well as all the worries about not taking. Nora sighed.
When there had been that dreadful, that terrible, that sickening proposition that her father seemed entire complacent about, that she should wed the late Viscount Talshaw, Nora, that had been teased by her friends at the Miss Barnards’ school for her strict adherence to rules, had been almost tempted to do something that would put her entirely out of the running, if only she could think what. Beg Gerry Merrett, that was ever ready for a lark, to escort her to Cremorne, mayhap? Except that that might have come to having to marry Gerry, that seemed rather hard on him.
But here they were already entering entirely different broader streets. Nora straightened her posture and put on her family face.
There was somewhat of a bustle in Grissie’s parlour – a visitor? – a young man, in mourning – o, 'twas Myo’s brother, Lord Peregrine, that one supposed should now be styled Lord Talshaw? – kissing Lady Saythingport and remarking that he was now a Bachelor of Arts of Oxford – was staying with the Grigsons –
Came bow over Nora’s hand with great civility, remarked that he saw she was still making lace, with a nod at her lace-pillow on a table.
Do I have time, she murmured, along with wonderings in which everyone joined as to whether the fancy-bazaar for the benefit of the orphanage would take place as intended.
O, indeed 'twill, sighed Thea when Nora called at the Rondegates’ very impressive establishment in Belgravia. Mama will be entire worn to a rag and then we depart quite immediate for Shropshire and all the matter of election balls and entertaining the county, mayhap when 'tis all over we may prevail upon her to go recruit somewhere – mayhap by the seaside?
Zipsie, at the pianoforte, played what Nora fancied one of her improvisations that had a pretty effect suggesting little waves upon the sand.
Perchance, said Nora, one might get Lady Demington to persuade her?
Mayhap, said Thea. But I must confess, I shall be glad to have all that to occupy me – and then to be out of Town –
Oh? Nora raised her eyebrows.
Good, said Zipsie, here is tea. Let us go sit down in comfort.
As they disposed themselves, Zipsie disclosed that Mrs Knowles had become apprized of Thea’s rendering of Miss Billston’s settings of Lady Jane Knighton’s translations of certain poems of Sappho –
Lady Jane desired another private recital, said Thea, and while I was there Mrs Knowles called about some subscription concert and musical charities business. And Lady Jane mentioned what we had been about, and Mrs Knowles said that she had heard very well of Miss Billston’s talents, and sure I could hardly refuse to sing for her –
Indeed not, said Nora. Mrs Knowles, that was married to the brother of the Duchess of Mulcaster, that was something exceeding wealthy in the City, and was herself one of the Ferraby connexion? Quite famed not only for her own music parties and patronage of musicians but for her own talents as a pianist?
And she waxed positive effusive – did I ever consider a somewhat more public performance – as it might be at one of her musical soirées – it would be a shame for the songs to blush unseen – and I do entirely see that they should be better known –
But, o, Nora, I am thrown into entire panic at the thought of the matter becoming known! And performing!
Zipsie handed them teacups and gestured to the cake-stand. She cleared her throat and remarked that Rondegate had informed her that there was a certain amount of scandal attached to the life of Sappho: but that one could not in the least object to these particular lyrics.
Nora and Thea blushed and gazed from one to another in even greater confusion.
I am rapidly concluding that the B5 books are CURSED
Saturday, January 10th, 2026 22:17The original process was this:
I'd known about the existence of the B5 script books vaguely for a while, but hadn't really thought of buying them before. In October, when I came back from traveling, I googled it and found a massive site called "B5 Books" that had authorized editions of all the B5-related books available, which was a lot of them, not just the script books but tons of other stuff as well.
They had closed yesterday.
But wait! They were staying open through the weekend (like 2 more days) because they'd had technical issues. So I splurged and ordered an absolute ton of books (about 2/3 of the total script books out there, mainly focused on episodes I especially wanted to read about). I would have preferred to order just one to find out a) what the books were like, and b) what their customer service was like, but ... closing in 2 days! So I gave them my credit card info for a quantity of books that I don't want to think too closely about.
A month went by.
I got a shipping notice and a tracking number, and and then a box arrived .... with 2 books in it.
I contacted customer service (a bit nervously, in the hopes they'd still actually answer). To their credit, they were very quick to respond; evidently there was a second tracking email I hadn't received for some reason, for the box with most of the rest of the books in it. (They sent me a free digital book to make up for the emotional distress, too - they were really nice.)
This was back in December, and I was leaving on the 13th, Saturday, so I periodically checked the tracking info for the box. It showed up in Fairbanks over the previous weekend, and showed that it was supposed to deliver on Monday.
Monday came and went. About mid-week, the tracking info showed that it had traveled out of Fairbanks again. (Why??) I had visions of the box going all the way back to the sender for some reason. Meanwhile, I had planned to spend the last couple of days before I left diving into my new books, but as the week ticked down and it continued to tease me ... I guess not. Finally, on Friday, I got an actual "out for delivery" notice, and then a notice that a "pick up at post office" slip had been left. Also, Friday was our last day of actual mail delivery (we'd put a hold on it until after Christmas that started on Saturday and went for 2 weeks, i.e. about the amount of time that the post office will hold a box - you know, this box with $100s of books in it). I was headed to the airport Saturday afternoon, but I figured it should be possible to stop by the post office on the way.
I picked up the mail.
No slip.
I thought, okay, maybe I picked up an early batch (yesterday's? our mailbox is on the highway and both the mail delivery and our collection of it is kind of haphazard) so when Orion got home a few hours later, I asked if there had been a slip in the mailbox.
Nope!
So now my package is on hold at the post office, I GUESS, with no ability to redeliver and our mail delivery not starting until after the approximate return to sender date. We hunted all around the mailbox just in case it had been dropped. No slip.
I ended up printing out the tracking number and taking that to the post office on our way to the airport, and that DID work and they DID have the box and I got it, YAY. (Orion said that the slip spontaneously showed up in the mailbox when he was headed home after dropping me off, so WHO KNOWS what was up with that.)
Anyway, all of that ended up working out in the end, and I enjoyed the books so much that I went on Amazon to see if I could find used copies of the ones I didn't have. I ordered a few more, and I just checked the shipping info and discovered that one of them - from a 3rd party Amazon seller - was sent via Fedex and supposedly delivered on Thursday afternoon, i.e. 2 days ago.
Guess what I don't seem to have!
Orion says that Fedex often leaves deliveries in random places around the yard - he's found them on piles of construction supplies, left at the door of the shop instead of the house, etc. Inauspiciously, it snowed a few inches last night, so everything is covered with fresh snow. Also, it was dark. Still, we took flashlights and went and hunted high and low in all the places that a package might be, ranging from likely (covered with snow beside the door) to unlikely but possible (at the doors of the various outbuildings like the greenhouse, on top of random vehicles in the yard) to the highly unlikely (at our road sign, in our mailbox). Not a single sign of it! I don't know if it was delivered to some other house, mistakenly marked as delivered when it's actually fallen under the delivery truck seat, or if a very soggy B5 book is going to turn up four months later when the snow melts, but seriously, WHAT EVEN. I've never had a book go missing like this in all the time I've been ordering used books off Amazon!
Anyway, further updates from the B5 script books are coming soon, and maybe I'll have this particular book eventually, or maybe not.
Daily Happiness
Saturday, January 10th, 2026 20:152. We had a nice morning at Disneyland. They've got a bunch of new menu items that started earlier this week and everything we tried was delicious. And we brought home a chocolate caramel apple to have for dessert, which we haven't done in a while.
3. Tuxie's new favorite spot is under the grill.

Fic: One Two THREE Force Born?!
Saturday, January 10th, 2026 21:58Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, Mace Windu, Sheev Palpatine | Emperor Palpatine | Darth Sidious
Additional Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Kriffing Sith Plans
Summary:
It's Padmé with the nightmares, and a plan to head it all off.
One Two THREE Force Born?!
Padmé Amidala was a woman on a mission. Anakin might be completely in a panic over the pregnancy but she was going to head this off. It was just too convenient that she was now being plagued with dreams of her own death, the very night after an unavoidable dinner with the man she had a growing distaste for.
And, deep where she would never tell her husband, she had a nasty suspicion he was trying to shove Anakin off a cliff of irredeemable violence. The Chancellor might not have commented on her state, but his eyes were not as easily fooled by their shared heritage of concealing fashion.
Today, she was going to go enlist the aid of the Jedi, while Anakin was tied up being the poster boy of the GAR. She had all of her diplomatic shields in place, and had the perfect cover story to do this with.
After all, with Jedi having lost so many, surely the Force would be interested in adding a few more children to the future.
Vokara Che was every bit as imposing in her domain as Anakin had said. However, her status as a long time ally had convinced Master Fisto to bring her down to the Healer's Wing. She had pleaded with him, and the healer, that there could not be a father, not when she was a mature woman who knew how to guard against such!
"You were correct that the pregnancy is heavily Force-influenced," Vokara said after several minutes of making Padmé wonder if the healer was going to break her constructed version of events. "You are carrying two very healthy, very Force-active fetuses."
Two. TWO?!
She was not going to faint like the damsel of a holo-drama. "Thank you, Master Che. Given my precarious positioning within the advocates for peace, and past attempts, I could not, in all honesty, acquire medical aid in the typical fashion. Given how my dreams are affected, and having such strange hunches of late, I turned to your Temple in hope."
"A wise choice." For a long moment, Vokara held her eyes, and Padmé knew that the healer was not actually buying the spontaneous pregnancy. A twitch of the lekku, however, indicated the secret was safe. "These hunches, I believe that Master Windu should possibly help sort them out with you."
Oh. Well, that might be the right way to go as well.
Kit, even before the appointment in medical had ended, had gone to find his age-mate. He did so in one of the botanical rooms. "Master Windu," he began. "And Master Yoda," he added to be polite, despite the ancient peering at one of the plants intently.
"Hmm," came over top of Mace's cautious "Master Fisto", and Kit grinned a little that his creche-mate had already detected the mild mischief Kit was feeling.
They all needed a little bit of amusement.
"Senator Amidala has come, and is being tended to by Master Che," Kit began, and both men looked sharply at him. "I do wonder about that old prophecy that was discussed when Master Jinn found a boy on a desert world with no father… as she is here to see about a Force-induced pregnancy as well."
Yoda's ears went flat, Mace's eyes narrowed, and Kit merely smiled.
Mace looked at the woman who had been a solid ally, and the subject of not a small part of gossip. He did not, for a moment, believe the story of no father, but in her political setting, it was for the best to go along with it.
"Master Che said you have been plagued by hunches of late, ones that play out true."
He set a mild tisane in front of her, and took a second one for himself.
"I think the Force has concerns about the path we are on, despite recent developments. After all, if the Count has been neutralized, and Master Kenobi is on the trail of their general… who will keep the momentum up to line pockets with war money, and build such sizable powers through war-time legislation?" Amidala asked, meeting the man's eyes squarely. "I am all but certain you and your peers have had the same intuitions."
Was she — had she —
Maybe Skywalker had been more circumspect than Mace had believed. For all that Amidala was firmly an adherent of a peaceful resolution, her physical and vocal cues were running in tandem with the Council's own suspicions.
"Perhaps we are looking in that same direction," he said.
"If the other Sith, the one Dooku spoke of on our side, is out there, I am certain he would try to harm those touched so firmly by the Light Side as ones fathered by the Force," Amidala told him. "I shudder to think of what such a being might have done had they had access to your Knight Skywalker for all the years of this phantom menace over us."
That, Mace decided, was both accusation and… an invitation to look more closely at how the cards were laid out.
And he had to admit she had a point.
"Anakin!"
"Chancellor."
"I do hope the scandal hasn't harmed your friendship with the Senator."
"What scandal?"
The exchange, handled in the hearing of several itinerant reporters, brought their elder statesman up short, until someone added the right question.
"That she's pregnant with no father in sight," the reporter with blood money in his pockets called out.
"You really think Senator Amidala would stoop to such petty, low-brow nonsense?" Anakin asked them, in his best 'are you kidding me' voice, and he caught the frown on his old 'friend'. He was so glad Saesse Tiin had been able and willing to explore the past several years in his head. "She's having children as the will of the Force, and we Jedi take that kind of thing very seriously."
He then kept walking, leaving the Chancellor stewing, the reporters trying to digest how to spin this, and a feeling that he could not have handled it that way without the Council all suddenly intent on supporting him. He didn't know what had changed there, but he couldn't wait to tell Obi-Wan all about it.
And the Force Twins, because he had to admit, he really hadn't had a lot of time, and they both used precautions.
Chancellor Sheev Palpatine was in a fury. He had primed the well perfectly, and somehow… somehow every insinuation and control he'd put in place had been cut off in the Chosen One. All because of some insane story concocted by the woman that had long since outlived her usefulness.
Any day now, that wretched Kenobi would be returning, and Sheev would have to find a different way to acquire everything he wanted… unless he acted now? He went to his desk to find the comm unit. He needed to provoke the right circumstance, to make it clear he was saving them from the Jedi, but what would it take?
The comm lit up in his hand.
What?
With the Force, he flipped the hood of his cape up, securing it to conceal his features, and turned it on.
"What do you know, that frequency is picked up, Commander," came the very annoying, should-be-dead voice of the Togruta menace. He hastily turned it off, throwing it into the back of the locked drawers.
The knocking at the door that came next, including a call of 'Coruscant Security' sent chills down his back.
He wondered idly if his own Master had felt this the night Sheev had gleefully murdered him.
Mace pinched the bridge of his nose, then looked over at the newest Master of the Council who was pretending he didn't want to hurry out and see a certain Senator. He then looked at Kenobi, who was waiting to be briefed on how and why the Chancellor had been killed in the midst of being served with detention papers.
"A tip from an ally told us to double check Skywalker for undue influence," Kit said, looking entirely too merry in the telling.
"Padmé," Anakin offered cheerfully. "She's having Force twins."
Mace did not groan. It really did sound like Skywalker believed that.
"Removing that," Saesee said, "let us more clearly see the shape of a possible end game, orchestrated to cast us all as traitors."
"Meanwhile, Skywalker's commander had been working on another angle of the endgame," Agen said.
"Leading him and Tano to turning up a plan to make the man expose himself, using the very tools meant to kill us all," Kit said, "by triggering a comm device he should not have had while we were keeping him very securely under comm surveillance with Naboo's and CorSec's cooperation."
"How did you get CorSec to agree to such?" Kenobi asked.
"Amidala implied that she had noticed a malevolent presence while dining with the man, and could they please keep it under wraps that there could be such a threat near the center of government?" Shaak Ti said, eyes dancing with mirth.
"A very tidy end, I suppose." Kenobi then looked at Mace with a deadpan face. "So, how are those prophecies handling the idea of three Force-fathered children?"
Mace did not, as he wanted to, flip the man's hood over his head with the Force.
Padmé smiled, despite fatigue, as she held her daughter, and Anakin held her son. Eventually, they might admit the farce.
Then again, listening to Anakin telling Luke all about the wonders of what the Force could do…
… maybe it was better to leave it at this. What really mattered was that they were all saved from the Sith.
Me-and-media update
Sunday, January 11th, 2026 16:55In the Comfort food poll, 55.6% of respondents said their preferred comfort food is chocolate, and 46.7% said savoury carbs. In ticky-boxes, 'juicy intricate poetry words' and 'pushing on through' came second equal (40% each) to hugs (80%). Thank you for your votes! <3
Reading
I listened to half an m/m romance audiobook that I selected for one of its readers (Will Watt), but the overuse of "fucking" as an intensifier (and in particular, the repeated phrase, "he was so fucking hot") kept making me roll my eyes. It might be a faithful reproduction of the inner monologue of a first-year uni student, but I don't read romances for verisimilitude. So I switched to The Flatshare by Beth O'Leary, read by Carrie Hope Fletcher and Kwaku Fortune, seen mentioned on my flist. I'm halfway through and enjoying it immensely. ETA:
Warnings.
Contains past emotionally abusive relationship, stalking, and PTSD.A little more Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain in hardcopy. Nothing in ebook.
Kdramas
Andrew and I have nearly finished The Guest. I want to ship the OT3, but I don't really care about the priest. (Sorry, priest guy! Alas, you are not my type.) Still, it is a great (gory/horror-y) show, and I've conveniently forgotten some of the developments. We just have one episode to go.
A bit more of While You Were Sleeping, a few episodes of Cashero (I'm not sure I'm in the mood for established relationship, but otoh, Junho! ♥), and a marathon-running BL called Mr. Heart, which was sweet but extremely slight.
Where is the next Love Scout/Family by Choice/whatever??
Other TV
Finished Stranger Things, which got so complex that I lazily stopped following the logic and just watched it as a collection of scenes. But I enjoyed those well enough. So glad they got their victory lap.
Three episodes of Heated Rivalry.
Minor spoilers; tl;dr not my thing.
Wow, I'd heard it was fanficcy, but I wasn't prepared for the total absence of anything resembling an external plot. Like, not even a figleaf. Not even a hockey arc. How??Anyway, my prediction that it's probably not for me has proven correct. Like, I can tell that the show is made of crack (in the addictive sense), but I'm not into super-buff dudes, and I didn't like the 'fucking but feeling kind of miserable about it' vibe I was getting from Hollander. He deserves better.
But I kept going for episode 3, and I'm really glad I did. There was the
So that (predictably) is me. And I'm actually kind of relieved, because while the show is compelling and well-acted, it's not what I want in a fandom, and anyway, I'm hardly even managing to keep up with my quiet corner of Guardian fandom atm.
Audio entertainment
Writing Excuses, Cross Party Lines, Letters from an American, more of Our Opinions Are Correct (Charlie Jane Anders and Annalee Newitz's podcast) including the Murderbot episode, Tech Won't Save Us, the starts of a few other things.
Writing/making things
I've been practising drawing, and picking up art supplies in bits and pieces. The moldable eraser is magic.
Have a couple of sketches.


(Imperfect, but I think it's identifiable, which is not nothing. I darkened the linework a little in Paint.NET.)
For my future reference, this all started because I wanted to draw Bingo from Bluey!, which led me down a Youtube Art Videos For Kids rabbit hole. Then I bought new colour pencils and was noodling around with them, and people said nice things about some of my doodles... :-)
I've written a treat for
Life/health/mental state things
My arms are gradually improving, but I'm anxious about them. Andrew's having an operation this Thursday; I'll need to be able to bike and drive and cook and so on, and I'm still sore half the time. So I've started swimming again. (I stopped partly because I was avoiding public spaces where I couldn't mask, and partly because my long post-lockdown hair stays damp all day. But the outdoor pool is open for the summer, so I'm going for it.)
I just bought a small $2 desk at a junk shop so that I have a workspace to retreat to downstairs while Andrew's recuperating on the couch in the living room. I'll see how that goes.
I have a hand-me-down mini air fryer from my parents which I still haven't taken out for a spin. Quick/easy meal suggestions very welcome, especially if they're things I can throw together late at night, post hospital visits. (NB: I don't do onions or brassicas.)
Good things
Andrew, swimming, drawing, Kdramas, Guardian, Zhao Yunlaaaan, modern medicine. Cat:

Do you meditate?
yes, regularly
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yes, from time to time
10 (21.7%)
I used to
6 (13.0%)
I used to occasionally
4 (8.7%)
what you mean by 'meditate'?
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no
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other
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ticky-box of being squeamish about fingernail clippings
2 (4.3%)
ticky-box full of hockey show squee
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ticky-box full of feeling kind of zonky
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ticky-box full of skipping across treetops and dancing through the clouds
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ticky-box full of hugs
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2025 reading wrap up
Sunday, January 11th, 2026 11:39hopefully this storygraph link goes to the public option, not the for me specifically option.
I'm choosing to not look at what was planned; I've already posted about my 5 star reads and some other thinking. This is me just reading through and having feelings.
- The first (We Were Dreamers, Simu Liu, biography) and last (The House That Horror Built, Christina Henry, horror) sure are an interesting juxtaposition
- The 'mood' graph seems weird and I wish it wasn't there
- Going back to study had a noticeable effect on how much I was reading, which is not a surprise
- I hate the way that storygraph does 'genre' because my top five are fantasy, science fiction, short stories, LGBTQIA+, and horror, only three of which I consider to be genres.
- 15 days per book as an average just shows how much my reading is an overlapping thing.
- 'top authors' - Katherine MacLean was 4 (that can't be right, there were 8 short stories, I must not have tracked them all), Premee Mohammed (3 stories, hmm, something odd there as well), and Dave Warner (3 books, that's a trilogy)
- average rating 3.75 - probably because the DNF/0 don't get counted; I gave 11 2 star ratings, which seems more than I would have expected. Most frequent rating of 4 is also higher than I would have expected.
- somehow there were 52 'new to me' authors, which is interesting because I felt like I was sticking to comfortable stuff.
- DNF - 22 books; not sure if that feels high
- read 24 of my books - I bet that this is an undercount, because I don't always mark books as owned, particularly if I only have them as ebook.
- it is weird that my highest rated reads tend to be non-fiction, because I read so little of it
I clicked through to the more detail
- most commonly applied tag is 'borrowed', applied to 21 books. 21 borrowed + 24 owned =/= the number read
- I need to update the tags on some, because they don't have the
-readsuffix added
Random Sports Stuff
Saturday, January 10th, 2026 19:50IDK if you can see
- Individual single short programs (long programs are usually too long for me to want to watch a single dance routine, and I also don't want to watch hours and hours of the stuff).
- Of just the top competators (so I don't have to feel bad when they fall down or do poorly, also see above about attention span).
- With the music directly onto the broadcast (rather than echoey rink music).
- Without commentary, except maybe a few notes before the dance starts (because I neither know nor care what a triple toe loop or whatever is, and equally do not care if the skater did a double instead.)
Anyway, youtube has figured this out and is giving me random Canadian children gliding around the ice.
(Randomly my only sports icon relates to cricket.)
Acquisitions.
Saturday, January 10th, 2026 21:56It's too bad FYC discs are something of a thing of the past - it's the only physical release some of these movies and TV shows ever get. I know the idea of owning the media's foreign to the companies because a physical sale is a single purchase and means you can't keep stringing someone along with a long-term lease. It doesn't mean I can't dislike how a company deciding to remove something makes piracy, or morally dubious used DVD sales, the only way to watch it.
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Sunday, January 11th, 2026 09:35Yesterday, I was having a conversation with Youngest about (SF) con-running. The topic was international guests, and what the timelines are for inviting them.
I said something flippant about 'well, that timeline would be doable these days, because everyone has email, at least we don't have to write letters'. And there was that moment where I could see Youngest's world view shift in real time, so we talked in a bit more detail about my memories of the first con I was involved in running*. That in 1996, when we were approaching people to be guests, email addresses were not ubiquitous**. That our primary method of contact was letters. And then I talked about the fact that we had to assume a best case scenario of a month turn around on anything we sent.
What I didn't think to say, is that because of that, there is a reasonably high chance that there is a letter from Douglas Adams in the WASFF archive. The reasons there might not be is that it might be from their agent, or it may have been lost when various documents were transferred to the archives.
* I was Treasurer for SwanCon 23 in 1998; that committee then did a quick reshuffle and ran SwanCon 25 in 2000. I started my committee habit early -- I was on the UniSFA (UWA SF club) as Fresher rep ('92), President ('93) and IPP ('94).
**We got into a side discussion about how rare email addresses were in 1992, when I got my first email address, when the uni I studied at decided to do the somewhat radical thing of provide an email address to any student who requested one, regardless of faculty. I'd love to know what the thinking was and whether it was 'this is going to become essential knowledge' or if it was something more.
Daily Check In.
Saturday, January 10th, 2026 18:23Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: Access List, participants: 34
How are you doing?
I am okay
17 (51.5%)
I am not okay, but don't need help right now
16 (48.5%)
I could use some help.
0 (0.0%)
How many other humans are you living with?
I am living single
12 (35.3%)
One other person
14 (41.2%)
More than one other person
8 (23.5%)
Please, talk about how things are going for you in the comments, ask for advice or help if you need it, or just discuss whatever you feel like.
2026 Disneyland Trip #2 (1/10/26)
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three moments
Saturday, January 10th, 2026 19:06
This is from a visit to my parents in Pennsylvania in May. I had a difficult trip with delayed and cancelled flights and a mad dash from one end of the Charlotte airport to the other to try and catch a plane. I was stressed and starving by the time I landed. Seeing this mural was just a tiny bit cheering in a moment when I really needed it.
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2576 / Fic - The Pitt
Saturday, January 10th, 2026 23:39The Pitt | Santos/Garcia | ~1100 words | Missing scene for 2.01.
(Also on AO3)
( Trinity tries to decide what comes next, and asks Yolanda's advice. )
How to Stay Invisible, by Maggie C. Rudd
Saturday, January 10th, 2026 15:19
A middle-grade novel about a boy who lives in the woods, tagged as "A worthy successor to Hatchet and My Side of the Mountain."
12-year-old Raymond Hurley lives with his beloved dog Rosie and his neglectful, drug addict, emotionally abusive parents, who move constantly, have only cooked a homemade meal for him once in his entire life, and scream at him and stomp out when he cooks Thanksgiving for them. The one time he told anyone about this, he was temporarily placed in a children's home that was even worse than living with his parents, so he has decided to never tell anyone anything ever.
When they take off, ditching him and Rosie, he lives in the woods behind his middle-school. He continues attending school, as they feed him twice a day. Otherwise, he dumpster-dives after hours at the school, and fishes in the river. While this is all going on, he accidentally makes two friends at school despite his resolve to stay under the radar, accidentally befriends an old man who also fishes in the river, and accidentally tames a coyote (!), who he names Hank. But obviously, this is all unsustainable long-term...
This book isn't that much like the classic "kid survives in woods" books. It's not really about wilderness survival, it's about homelessness and the psychological effects of negligence. It doesn't have the vibe at all of something like Hatchet, where there's something satisfying and profound about living off the land and being in nature, even though it's hard and dangerous and uncomfortable. Raymond's life in the woods is just sad. It's closer to something like Homecoming, in which four kids abandoned by their mother make their way across the country in search of a home, but it's sadder and more aimless than that because Raymond is alone in his predicament and doesn't have a goal other than "stay out of the children's home."
The elements that are survival-y, like taming the coyote, clash with the overall feel of suburban social issue fiction. Especially because they're wildly unrealistic - you can't tame a coyote to the point of petting it and playing with it and having it play with your dog! A coyote will EAT your dog! (There's a key scene involving a venomous snake that also pinged my "it doesn't work that way" sense.)
I didn't really like this book, though it's not a bad book at all. I would have liked it better if it had fully committed to being a realistic book about a homeless child. I also would have liked it better if Raymond's big goal wasn't just "stay out of the children's home," but "stay out of the children's home because I hate it and they'll take away Rosie and who knows what will happen to her." He never once worries about that, which seems like a really odd thing to not be concerned about under the circumstances. If he'd been committed to protecting Rosie, it would have given him and the book more drive. I get that the writer wanted to have Raymond be more just drifting through life, but since he's putting a lot of effort into not getting caught, I think it would have made the book more compelling if the effort was connected to a living being he cared about.
The ending is an absolutely typical ending for this sort of book:
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Content notes: child abuse, homelessness, animal death.

