I've got French onion soup simmering away in the slow cooker (I sliced almost 3 lbs of onions last night and my eyes - even with the stupid onion goggles - were not happy with me) and I just took a pan of baked oatmeal out of the oven to be breakfast for the week. I was waffling between the oatmeal and another batch of orange cranberry scones, but the oatmeal won out because it used up a bunch of stuff - the dregs of both a bottle of honey and a bottle of maple syrup; the last 2 eggs in the carton (I still have a carton of eggs in the fridge, but now just the amount a normal person would have); the rest of a bag of frozen strawberries; the rest of a bag of chocolate chips; what was left in the bottom of the jar of cinnamon; and what was left in the container of rolled oats (exactly 3 cups - exactly as much as needed for the recipe). I still have cranberries in the freezer, though, so orange cranberry scones are probably still in my future.
Now I'm trying to decide if I want to make a loaf of bread to go with the soup. I originally bought a small loaf with my groceries on Friday, but then ate it as cheesy garlic bread for a couple of meals. *hands* The heart wants what it wants, and in this case, my heart wanted cheesy garlic bread.
Since the slow cooker is working, I can't use the KitchenAid (it is blocked in by the InstantPot), so I want a no knead kind of bread, but also one that is only going to take 2-3 hours, nothing that needs an overnight rise. I think I might end up making the old, reliable peasant bread (halved to only make 1 loaf). It's easy and fast (for bread), and doesn't require a stand mixer.
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What I Just Finished Reading: A novella and two novels since the last time I posted about books, I think: Automatic Noodle (Annalee Newitz), about sentient robots winding up running their own restaurant; Stone Yard Devotional (Charlotte Wood), a very-much-~literary~ book about a woman who winds up living with a group of nuns, although not a nun herself; and The Lovely and the Lost (Jennifer Lynn Barnes), about a search-and-rescue case from the POV of one of a trio of teenagers who're involved with the rescue effort, who was herself rescued from the woods as a child after she'd been there long enough to go feral and was (largely) resocialized and adopted by her rescuer. Many layers of family history and secrets in that last one, which was my favorite of the three.
(And since I've mentioned a couple of YA books recently where their flavor of YA really didn't work for me, I should say that The Lovely and the Lost is also very clearly YA but in a way I could work with just fine as a reader, despite being very much not the target audience.)
On the nonfiction side, I read The Crone Zone: How to Get Older with Style, Nerve, and a Little Bit of Magic (Nina Bargiel), which was...mostly odd, honestly. It's from the same publisher (and I guess the same...product line?) as Goblin Mode: How to Get Cozy, Embrace Imperfection, and Thrive in the Muck, which I read last year, and the presentation and vibe were really (I mean really) similar in a way that might've made more sense to me if they were also by the same author, but they're not. The Crone Zone's subtitle does accurately reflect its contents, so I feel weird saying "it's such a weird blend of exactly what it says it is", but...yeah. Not my thing.
What I'm Currently Reading: Chuck Wendig's Wanderers, which I chose at random from my ebooks and probably would not have started had I actually known anything about it. It's a 2019 novel that starts with a mysterious phenomenon where people just start...walking...somewhere, but also spotlights (*checks notes*) a world-changing disease, AI, and right-wing violence tearing at the seams of the US, all of which are being amply provided by reality. It's also pretty hefty, length-wise. And yet I keep reading.
I've also begun reading Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants (Robin Wall Kimmerer), as the starting point for my 2026 goal* of "aim to read at least one chapter of nonfiction each week" (swiped from a friend else-net). (Another goal is to aim to read a volume of manga each week, and that one hasn't been started in on yet, but we'll see how strict I feel like being about "each week".)
*I have a full bingo card of goals! I will probably share it at some point! But not this minute.
What I Plan to Read Next: K.B. Spangler's newest Rachel Peng novel, Inside Threat is out/about to come out! (It was supposed to come out this week, but Amazon dropped it early, so she's also released it on her website.)
Plus: What I've Been Watching:scruloose and I are two episodes into Pluribus! I also recently watched Challengers. (A movie? So soon in the year?) Hopefully we'll get the premiere of The Pitt season 2 watched today.
We have 3 trees with no gifts and 13 with only one gift, and the minimum is for everyone to receive two gifts. We could use some help filling them. The minimum is only 100 words for fic or a simple sketch for art. Please see the community for rules and FAQs.
Simply stunning. And if this reminds you of the movie Legend, then we should be friends.
And speaking of 80s movies: I watched The Last Unicorn for the very first time recently. Is it just me, or does that have a rather unusual amount of supernatural boobage in it for a children's cartoon?
Yikes, two cakes in and I'm already talking about supernatural boobage. That's gotta be a new record! Er, here, allow me to distract you with...
I've seen one or two fantastic Falkor cakes before, my friends, but this one blows them all away. Marcy even captured the pink undertones, and the unique texture of his scales and fur! [reference shot] Again I say: WOW.
How do you follow up the world's best luck dragon cake?
With the world's cutest baby dragon cake, of course:
There are bunches of baby dragon cakes out there, but I love this little girl's unique design. Eye fins, 'stache beard, and a roly-poly tummy? YES, PLEASE.
Hmm, ok, maybe it's getting a little TOO cute in here. But what's that over there? Through the trees, over that ridge? Do you see a loping figure off in the distance?
It's our very own Big Foot, no Wal-Mart pork ribs needed!
Now, I know this is stretching credulity, but believe it or not, this cake is completely fondant-free - and Amber, the baker, works at a Hy-Vee grocery!
We can only hope Amber will be doing her OWN nationwide tour to present the "body of evidence." [winkwink] (Dibs on the cold shoulder!)
Now here's a baker who could fool me any day with her edible sculptures:
All of her toppers look like they were plucked out of a porcelain fine art gallery! (Check out her Princesses pulling funny faces design, too - your jaw will drop.)
And more prettiness, 'cause you know we've gotta have at least ONE fairy in here:
Gonna try to make a tradition of re-promoting myself yearly in January~
Name(s): Azure or Bede. I answer to both, so use whichever floats your boat! Age: 20-something Hobbies: Writing (fanfic, essays and fan analysis), drawing, editing (videos, images and gifs), coding, researching (almost exclusively things that don't matter), and gaming! Fandoms: I mainly participate in video game fandoms! Right now, I'm really into Pokémon (my one true fandom), Cookie Run, Great God Grove, In Stars and Time, Kingdom Hearts, Vocaloid, and Splatoon. I'm at least passively interested in most Nintendo games, though. I'm also a furry (rabbit fursona)!
I mostly post about... My fandoms, non-fannish interests (including disability, queerness, the indie web, writing, art and alterhumanity), and some personal stuff! I'm looking to meet people who... Have similar interests (whether that be fandom or non-fandom), or who just pass the vibe check and have interesting things to say. My posting schedule tends to be... A little bit sporadic! I go through small periods of inactivity. When I come back, I always cross-post everything I've posted onto other platforms with the back-dating feature, though! I love commenting on other people's posts, and try to do it as often as possible. When I add people, my dealbreakers are... Bigots, right-wingers, and AI "artists". Christians who try converting others, or who don't CW for religious discussion. (No offense to the latter, it's a personal thing.) Regarding fandom, I'm squicked out by Harry Potter (I'm trans; I hope you can understand!) and Hazbin Hotel, and have pedophilia/incest/rape as triggers. Before you add me, you should know... I'm autistic and otherwise mentally disabled, so please be patient with me! I'm from the South of the USA, so I use petnames very casually ("honey, darling, dear," etc). You can also (or alternatively) add my account for my fanfic and fandom meta exclusively, fairyfic.
Not a great week. Many things to worry about. Spent a lot of time curled
up on the couch wrapped in a fuzzy green blanket. On the other hand, I
started the week by watching Flow, which I've had on my to-be-watched shelf ever since it
arrived in July. (I'd pre-ordered the DVD in March, as a slightly-belated
birthday present to myself.) Highly recommended. Sunday also
has links to a couple of "making of" videos on YT. Note that it was made
using the open-source 3-D animation program Blender. And I had a really good
cancer support group session Wednesday evening.
Breakfast this morning: Raisin Bread French Toast (for one person; scalable):
I started with two raisin bread buns, sliced vertically into about five
1cm slices. Use what you have.
Beat one egg with a little milk.
Pour the egg mix into a flat-bottomed bowl.
Melt a pat of butter in a non-stick skillet (cast iron counts).
Using a pair of tongs, dip a slice of bread in the egg mix, quickly
flip it over to coat the other side, and transfer it to the skillet.
Repeat as needed.
Use tongs to flip the toast to the other side and to transfer it to
your plate when both sides are done
Add maple syrup, butter, raspberry jam, et. al. (I just used maple
syrup this morning.)
I made the grave precedent-setting mistake of buying the first of 5 nieces and nephews turning 10 this year ten books for his birthday, and now, now I have to do the same for the rest of them, jaysus. Insofar as I'd thought about it at all, I'd perhaps thought I could just buy the same set 4 more times, but it turns out that I have bought a lot of books for these kids and their older siblings over the years, and also, you know, that kids of 10 have individual personalities (??) and tastes (??) and don't all like the same things (??), and also that I have no idea about kids books published in the last 10-15 years. So: help? Let's assume that I've already covered the Tiffany Aching books, the Chrestomanci books, the Borrowers, Dark is Rising, the Snow Spider trilogy, the Hounds of the Morrigan, the Green Knowe books, Howl's Moving Castle &c, the Chronicles of Prydain, etc, and things like Westall's The Machine Gunners and Serraillier's The Silver Sword.
I am specifically looking for books a 10-year-old girl whose reading tastes run to things like Diary of a Wimpy kid might like. I've found the Dork Diaries by Rachel Renee Russell, and someone the other day recommended Dracula & Daughters by Emma Carroll, but: HELP please. I am a fossil. I know only old books!
I did not go downtown today. In fact, I went back to bed and slept a couple more hours after Pip left for work and I got the dogs in. \o/
I did a load of laundry, hand-washed dishes, went for several walks with Pip and the dogs, cut up chicken for the dogs' meals, and scooped kitty litter. Pip had leftovers for supper so I didn’t have to cook anything.
I went back to the Christmas Spice tea today. I typed in ~1,000 words on my fic! I’m not even halfway done, but I’m making progress!
I watched the first three eps of Heated Rivalry! No comments yet, because I plan to watch the whole thing, then watch it again once I’m not desperate to see the whole thing. *g*
I read some more in Amelia Peabody, watched new eps of Lottery Dream House and House Hunters International, and an ep of Secrets of the Zoo. Dr. Pol was my evening background tv.
Temps started out at 35.8(F) and reached 41.0.
Mom Update:
I talked to mom and she sounded good. (I like when she sounds good, because it’s better than when she could barely speak, but I’ve stopped thinking that because she sounds good she’s doing really well physically, which is a bummer.) Sister A had visited her earlier, which is nice.
“I’m Laia.” If the voice wanted her father, she thought, crossly, it could go and get him; why was it bothering her?
Oh. The voice sounded startled. You’re too small. I got it wrong. Then, hopefully: Do you have any thoughts yet about anarchism and the necessity of constant revolution?
I was caught right in the maelstrom of the day 1 de-anonning - as in, had opened the tab with the author's name on it and then went back to the laptop every few minutes for an hour to look at the recipe in the next tab - and learned later that I had been an unwitting part of a greater scheme of deception! But honestly I was thrilled at the news Becca was writing me regardless, she is the best and this story is wonderful: does such a good job at catching on to the themes of the original, and does this via a funny little time travel scenario that fits brilliantly into the original. I highly recommend it.
“Keep the home fires burning, Cat, will you,” Chrestomanci says lazily, and Millie blows Cat a kiss before the portal shuts.
My assigned story, and a couple of people can attest how much I hated it, hated writing it, and how much I wanted to burn it to the ground. I'm in a phase right now where writing fiction is just beyond my ken. It's too hard and it makes my soul ache. But I had been on a podcast, Eight Days of Diana Wynne Jones, on an episode about The Lives of Christopher Chant, so I thought I was feeling Chrestomanci sufficiently much to write it. I was not and I could not. But then I missed the deadline for no-fault default, and felt masochistic enough to continue somehow. I eventually resolved to orphan the story once yuletide was over - I have not done this. Quite a lot of people liked it and I'm grateful to them for saying so! But I learned my lesson here about giving up when I'm ahead.
promises made to be broken, made to last (1988 words) by raven Fandom: Shetland (TV) Relationships: Ruth Calder/Alison McIntosh Characters: Ruth Calder, Alison McIntosh Additional Tags: New Year's Eve, Romance, Alternate Universe - Witchcraft Summary:
Ruth's not much of a witch, not really. Kneeling beside a corpse on the year’s turn is something any woman can do.
Here's one that was different! I've seen some of this show, I've been to the islands, but hadn't been particularly inspired to write for it. But then walkthegale was having a bad time just before Christmas, and I'd been promising her something for nearly a year, and, and. On the morning of 24 December I texted her lovely wife with a neverending slew of canon questions and scribbled and scribbled. I got this written finally an hour before the deadline and it was all worth it because C loved her gift and guessed it was me even before the de-anon. I was really pleased this whole thing came off.
ashes, ashes (2099 words) by raven Fandom: The Incandescent - Emily Tesh Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sapphire “Saffy” Walden/Laura Kenning Characters: Sapphire “Saffy” Walden, Laura Kenning Additional Tags: Aftermath, Recovery, Yuletide Treat Summary:
It was time to go, and Laura said, “Saffy, you could come with me”—and Saffy said maybe, and it meant something but neither of them knew yet what.
I don't know that I have much to say about this one! I wrote it a few months ago, before the creative void, so it was nice to have a story in the archive that I definitely liked that wasn't written in a mad hurry. The recipient didn't show up, but we can't have everything.
The best thing about a photo I found tonight of John Vickery in 1981 is not that it headcanoned itself instantly as an image of the younger Neroon, it's that I had just been watching him in an American Theatre Wing seminar from that same year and been struck by how little of his older self in or out of character was immediately traceable in his thin collegiate face and especially his light Californian voice and so when looking out of mildly feverish curiosity for his notices that summer as Prince Hal I was really not expecting to find through nothing but chiaroscuro and expression his future Minbari bones.
Offstage, he had reminded me more of Kyle MacLachlan and barely looked old enough to have the bachelor's in mathematics which was part of his origin story. He tells it again in another seminar in 1998 and still has a nervous gesture of touching one of his eyes as if tired or distracted slightly; he's a great fidgeter in front of an off-the-cuff audience. I had gone looking originally for his voice, which turns out not even to be that mid-Atlantic when he's using it for himself. Three decades plus I had to notice this actor with my brain on perpetual standby for B5 and now it has an opinion.
To keep on the theme of theater, I had no idea until her obituary that Tina Packer started her career in the three-quarters burninated 1966 BBC David Copperfield with Ian McKellen and then the much more successfully recovered 1968 Doctor Who: The Web of Fear before she discovered she cared much less for acting than directing or producing, whence Shakespeare & Company. The last time I saw Hugh Whitemore's Breaking the Code was in 2011 at Central Square Theater and they are reviving it this spring with the actor I last saw as Gaveston in the ASP's Edward II in 2017, whom I expect to be a superb Turing and me to leave the theater muttering about Joan Clarke as usual. In lieu of a teleporter, I have to hope for a transfer of this High Noon.
When I wrote one of my age of sail novels, I wrote 100 drabbles to fit a prompt square, all interlinked, instead of a plot plan, and then expanded them into the larger story, and that worked really well. So instead of doing an individual short story for each of these, I think I'll do the same for the cozy fantasy I'm writing now, and use them as prompts for the chapters I have left.
Speaking of original fiction, I thought I would start a community in which original fic writers could discuss fic writing, get support and advice from each other etc. So if that would be a thing you are interested in, you can find it here https://original-fic.dreamwidth.org/
I've just realized that this is the first time I spend so much time away from my computer since I was a literal child lmao
December has been busy. I thought I would have some time to update my blog once the holidays started, but between trying to spend more time at F's place, buying presents, cooking stuff, and trying to coordinate the calendars of seven people (four of whom live abroad and would leave before the end of the holidays) to try to spend as much time as possible together since we won't see each other (maybe 👀) until summer... well, that didn't pan out lol I was barely home until after New Years, and spent the rest of the holidays reading and desperately trying to get at least SOME rest before the training course started again.
Sooo how did these holidays go? I baked a metric shitton of cookies and redistributed among my friends; got 0 presents from my family, but as always my friends have got my back and did give me presents (❤️); I got to meet one of my closest friends' boyfriend for the first time (he seems nice, and was shocked by the fact we all got him presents lol). We spent Christmas Eve at F's place. It was just a simple dinner before my nieces opened their presents, nothing like the big, chaotic parties my aunt usually organizes. On New Year's Eve, we had dinner at my place; just me, my parents, my sister, and H with her mom. We played one of those dinner with a murder games and then a few rounds of cards. There were moments when you could see the grief hovering over the table, but all in all we had a good time together.
And now my friends are gone and the training course has started again. I spend all morning from Monday to Friday at the course, and by the time I'm home I'm tired as fuck. I've been reading a decent amount. I finished three books since the start of the year: "Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow" by Gabrielle Zevin (which I have Opinions™ on lol), "Lincoln in the Bardo" by George Saunders (my second time attempting to read this one, and I'm surprised by how much I enjoyed it this time around!), and a book originally called "Au coeur du Yamato" by Aki Shimazaki (did not enjoy this one), which has apparently been translated in English as well, but I can't find any trace of that lol I'm now almost halfway through "American Pastoral" by Philip Roth and... I kinda hate it! I might just drop it. It's WILD, because I was really vibing with it at the beginning, but the moment female characters start showing up, it's just. Ew. I'm not sure I can stand it much longer. I also just started "The Covenant of Water" by Abraham Verghese (my brain was kinda fried as I was reading, but I am enjoying it so far) and "City of God" by Paulo Lins (idk what I think about this one yet lol).
Talking about the training course: it's going well! The single guy in the class brought us a pastiera napoletana made by his mom on our first day back, we have met two new instructors and they seem chill, and the sheer LEVELS of unhinged we reach in this place is just insane lmao I was on my period when we got back, and I was worried it might end up kicking me in the butt and making me miss hours, but in the end, what kicked my ass wasn't my period :° I randomly got an allergic reaction to something on the last hour of the last class before this weekend and had to haul ass home to take antihistamine and hope I didn't need cortisone for it. I didn't, in the end. I just scared the crap out of the supervisor lmao
The weekend was good, though. I managed to get some rest yesterday, had sushi for dinner, sushi for lunch today, and I'm gonna go out later (hopefully). I started the new season of Fallout with my dad and my sister, and watched the new JJK episodes and the first episode of Trigun Stargaze. I'm hoping to sleep well tonight, because next week is gonna be kinda heavy, with a lot of tests and a lot of running around to take care of some bureaucratic stuff. Fingers crossed!
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A Rec! This is my favorite long Shetland TV fic that I read in 2025. I could read a hundred fics like this.
Wait along (48545 words) by aurorlaura Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: Shetland (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Duncan Hunter/Jimmy Perez Characters: Jimmy Perez, Duncan Hunter, Alison McIntosh, Sandy Wilson, Rhona Kelly, Original Characters, Billy McCabe, Alan Killick, Original Dog Character(s), Cassie Perez, James Perez, Mary Perez, Isobel Tulloch, Donnie Tulloch Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 05 Finale, Scotland, Case Fic, First Time, Friends to Lovers, Pre-Season/Series 06 Summary:
Jimmy Perez investigates a series of homophobic attacks while sorting out his and Duncan's co-existence. Various original characters pass through including a hound and some otters. There's some light day hiking, Lerwick Tesco, hints at alcohol problems, a bit of Alice Brooks, visits to Fair Isle and to The Lounge, and the return to Shetland of both Cassie and her half brother. Sandy's let off and Rhona's a hero. Tosh is dependable.
Why I liked it: Its one of the few longer Jimmy/Duncan fics, and it's well written, and hits the getting together while solving a case beats like a pro. It captures what I love about the characters from the show, Jimmy and Duncan's friendship, and lets it turn into something more without letting either of them drift out of characters. It's just a great story all around.