Thu, Nov. 27th, 2014 11:25 am
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In the last decade or two, Thanksgiving was the biggest holiday of the year for my father. He would spend all day (and much of the day before) cooking, I always made the cranberry sauce, and the house would be filled with friends. The first couple of years after his death, my stepmother came up here to visit me and Geoff, because she didn't even want to be in the country for it.

This year she's volunteering at a community dinner, held in an excellent brewpub run by friends of hers: the perfect thing for her to do. (Also she had a huge snowfall and lost power, so it's good that she has a place to go!) And Geoff and I are going to go out for sushi.

This is the first year I've tried to buy something in one of the Black Friday (-ish) online sales, and I'm finding it unexpectedly stressful. The one I most wanted to catch seems to have opened a day earlier than I thought it would, and the thing I want is all sold out -- except that it came back into stock long enough for me to hit "add to cart," and then sold out again and disappeared from my cart before I could actually buy it. Now I'm sitting here -- well, walking here; I'm currently on the treadmill -- refreshing the page every couple of minutes; sometimes it shows in stock, but hitting "add to cart" always throws an error, and sometimes it shows sold out. Bah.

I did manage to get a present for my stepmother; the big irony is that the sites I'm checking for deals refuse to accept a credit card with a Canadian billing address, ARGH, so I had to call her up and ask to use her card for a -- thing! That I want! For myself! -- and promise to pay her back when I see her next month. (We were going to go down last weekend, but Geoff's grandfather's declining health meant we had canceled that plan even before he died.)

I am thankful that that's about the biggest problem I'm dealing with today. And for all my blessings, among which I never forget to include my friends.

(Especially when they give me salon etiquette advice! Thanks for bolstering my spine, guys.)

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Thu, Nov. 27th, 2014 11:17 am
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I had two extra kids yesterday because Cordelia's best friend and her younger brother (I think he's eight now) came over for the day. Their parents were both working, and there was no school, so I offered to take them. It wasn't really a big deal except that I got nothing much done all day, but I probably wouldn't have gotten much done with just Cordelia, so... The other kids' mother sent pasta with spicy ground beef for lunch. Cordelia ate it but she complained that it was too spicy. The other two kids had seconds.

Scott was scheduled to work 3 a.m. to 7 a.m. today, but when he called in to see if they needed him, the supervisor who answered told him to stay home. He's also not working on Friday, Saturday or Sunday, so we've got the weekend to ourselves. I don't know what we'll accomplish. I'm opposed to shopping this weekend, but one of the things we need to do is to go to Value World, a used clothing store, to see if we can find dress up clothes for our three year old niece. I suppose a used clothing store isn't likely to be as difficult as, say, the mall, but I don't know that we want to do that this weekend.

Scott has made the apple pie we'll take to his parents' place. It's in the oven now. I have to start making the salad now that he's done with the big yellow bowl. It shouldn't take long. We bought a couple of bags of romaine and some radishes and a cucumber. I have to chop the radishes and the cucumber, but that's pretty easy. We'll take the leftover cucumber and radishes with us. They won't get eaten if we keep them.

I've suggested to Scott that he and Cordelia should go see Big Hero 6 on Friday afternoon. He likes the idea, but we don't know that Cordelia will. A lot will depend on whether or not we can find a friend to go with her. She doesn't want to do things like with her parents only. The main complicating factor for inviting someone along is that we don't have a school directory for this year yet. (I wonder if it would help to get one if I volunteered to help compile it?)


Thu, Nov. 27th, 2014 04:04 pm
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Yesterday I did not manage to leave the house in an out-the-front-door sort of a sense; I went out briefly in the mid-afternoon and faffed with the compost, whereupon our VisitCat headbutted me a bit and briefly attempted to use my corduroy trousers as a scratching post (but responded appropriately to being firmly rebuffed). So far, so good: it was a nice amount of VisitCat, and more than we get most days.

And then I opened the back door again briefly in the evening, when it was raining and I was tidying up the kitchen, and was baffled to hear something moving behind me. ... VisitCat had decided it was miserable out and they wanted to be IN MY WARM HOUSE; I am not entirely clear why it wasn't happy going to its own home, but I wasn't complaining, because - I spent about two hours with an increasingly dry and fluffy cat curled up in my lap purring enormously (seriously VisitCat was sufficiently happy with this state of affairs that when I picked them up so we could move from a chair to me being horizontal on a bed all it did was sniff the new surroundings briefly before curling back up on my lap and falling asleep). I have removed the tape blocking the catflap in the interests of potentially more VisitCat, though it seemed baffled by the concept last night, but -- aaaah warm fuzzy purring aminalfrnd. It was very, very restorative.

Which does, of course, mean that I am pondering the etiquette of VisitCat! It has a collar and a bell and is generally simultaneously sleek & butch in fairly impressive combination, incredibly fluffy for a short-haired cat, and clearly not unhappy with its lot in life. It also clearly really likes the relative quiet of our house and getting scritches. Is it okay for me to have unblocked the cat flap? We're not going to feed it or put out water bowls or whatever, but is it okay to have cat treats? Etc etc. HOW DOES INTERFACE WITH CAT BELONGS TO OTHERHUMAN.

(I will attempt to get photographs next time VisitCat swings by! This time I kinda unexpectedly ended up with a lap full of cat and didn't feel like disturbing it.)

If it's not one thing...

Thu, Nov. 27th, 2014 12:01 pm
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The situation with my father seems to have calmed down somewhat, with the rehab unit admitting he's gone far beyond where they were predicting - the latest I heard was he's progressed to walking up and down the corridor, with one physio helping his leg along and another following with wheelchair. But there's still the problem that they may push him out of the unit at some point in the near future, which is putting my sister under a lot of stress in trying to identify a suitable nursing home that we could access quickly, and not helped by individual members of the unit staff being complete arseholes to her. (Difficult to think of another term for someone who says 'there are people waiting for his bed you know', or 'my staff are scared to talk to you' when she's never said anything to the junior staff). Plus there's the finance side of things, complicated by it not being clear whether he's sufficiently well enough we can get away with a power of attorney, or whether we need to go through the Court of Protection. I had a very useful chat with a fellow bendy friend whose family has been through similar and, even though we could probably do the Lasting Power of Attorney stuff ourselves, that confirmed for me that we really should go through a solicitor because of the potential Court of Protection angle - doing CofP ourselves would cost a minimum of £500 just to submit the paperwork, and possibly well over £1000 if they decide a hearing is required, so it's worth getting the professional input/advice to get it right first time

I had to talk myself out of jumping on a train north on Tuesday, and went and booked myself a doctor's appointment instead. I'm going to be no help if I'm out of play from my own health issues. I've pretty much concluded the ongoing shoulder issues are a torn rotator cuff, which my bendy friend tells me is a bendy rite of passage - yeah, right, one I could do without, thank you very much! But she's right in saying I need to see about getting it treated, and to arrange things so that it isn't under the stress of me using crutches all the time - which is why I booked a double appointment with the GP so I can say 'shoulder's buggered, 1) I need it fixed, 2) I need a wheelchair so I have options, so 3) we need another try at a wheelchair assessment'.

And just to make everything even more perfect, I triggered a major backache while talking to my bendy friend on the phone - sat for too long, so, while the pain is now gone, I've had about 5 hours of sleep since Tuesday, and my body is at the 'why is the world spinning, make it stop!' stage of exhaustion. So I think I'm going to go and send off the short story I've been working on, and then I'm going to try and have a snooze.

And the way life's going at the minute. I'll no sooner get to sleep then the phone will go with {heavy foreign accent}'Hello, this is help department of Microsoft, there is problem with your computer and we need you to....'{/heavy foreign accent}

[poem] &

Thu, Nov. 27th, 2014 12:29 pm
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[personal profile] kaberett
What joy, this, to learn what others find in you:
to watch people I love adore anew, to take reciprocal
delight as you illuminate each others' facets
too often hidden from my view by busy-fingered fates
and orbital mechanics. Yes: this too
expands the borders & horizons of
my familiar faithful heart. I'm astounded
by how much I can encompass; by how large
I grow. I learn from you.

Without: the patchwork of the comforting dark,
the sheets of rain, stitched firm
with nets of light we've wrapped round trees
as reminder, to help us find our path.
Bubbles, catching street lamps, float like stars.
Look up. You blaze. You, too, are a landmark.

Anglo-Saxon Art

Thu, Nov. 27th, 2014 02:24 am
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[personal profile] ysabetwordsmith
 Just in case you thought only modern art needed a secret decoder ring, check out this Anglo-Saxon stuff.

Broke out the pen

Wed, Nov. 26th, 2014 11:39 pm
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[personal profile] afuna
Was shaking when I started. Not so much now.

breathe in / breathe out calligraphy  )
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Today's book is Symbiont, by Mira Grant. Hooray!

03:05 Wednesday, 26 November, 2014
Other little bits:
The start of the event was delayed slightly by the local protests about the travesty of justice taking place down in Ferguson. They marched past loudly, peacefully, with a police escort.

Someone had cosplayed Annie. *delight*

Hit 10k steps. Ow.

22:45 Wednesday, 26 November, 2014
Went to work. Discovered that much of the lunch gang was in, as fixing bugs reported by customers knows no rest. Ate my burrito and talked cars with them. (I am the driving-on-ice expert.) There was one guy from my department in, and since he has a hardwall office with its own lights, the lights in the whole wing were out. I turned on my desk lamp.

Eventually I peaced out early and hit IKEA, for the desk-drawers I have been needing and some more lights for my workstation. The lines were hella. I got the stuff in my car, then came back in to hit the bathroom. Unfortunately, the only bathroom whose location I remembered was upstairs, and then you have to go through the whole downstairs maze again to get out. (Though I think you can also go out through the babysitting place, which I didn't realize until later.) The lines had cleared out, which made me vaguely grumpy. Hit 5k steps, with the promise of crossing the goal through the simple act of walking down from the garage to my apartment.

Got to chat with Nora. Her roommate's dog is on steroids for his unfortunate skin issues, which has rendered him a tiny spaniel ball of 'roid rage. 'Roid rage, boundless hunger, and peeing.

I got home and got some food in me, then curled up in bed with Symbiont. So good. I like it better than Parasite, which I slammed through because it was good and clever and I needed to know what was happening next. Symbiont is good and clever and I need to know what's happening next, largely because I genuinely care what happens to these people and would like several of them to be my friends.

Seanan said that there are two legit places to put the cliffhanger: at the end of the first book of a duology, and at the end of the second book of a trilogy. When Seanan started writing this, it was a duology. Now it's a trilogy. She said sorry. The cliffhanger does not disappoint, and wraps up enough of the existing threads that I was entirely satisfied; waiting for the third book is going to be like waiting for dessert at the end of a really satisfying Thanksgiving lunch: pecan pie is delicious, but that turkey has filled me to the brim, and while I'm still scraping bits of gravy off my plate and licking them off my fork, it's good that I'm going to be waiting a couple hours before the pies are actually ready, to give my digestive system a while to think about the enormity of that turkey.

Spoilers may lurk. )

Tomorrow, I will take my sparkling cider and my gravy and my lingonberry sauce and my card deck and perhaps a computer over to my aunt's, to eat, drink, and be merry.

Two things, on Thanksgiving from Japan

Thu, Nov. 27th, 2014 04:10 pm
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[personal profile] starlady
I have nothing to add to what so many people have already said on Twitter and tumblr and elsewhere about the murder of Mike Brown, and I wish I could be out there with everyone at the protests. I will be at the Tokyo march next Friday. Black lives matter. No peace without justice.

It is Thanksgiving, and I did want to take the time to express my profound gratitude and appreciation, this year in particular, for all my friends around the world. I flew the better part of 100,000 miles this year and didn't find it stressful at all, because no matter where I went, there were people there to hang out, grab a meal, let me crash on their couch, and generally make me feel much more welcome than I would have otherwise. Some of you I've known for years and some of you I'd just met for the first time, or hadn't seen for aeons, or whatever--none of it mattered. The hospitality and kindness people showed me, from the biggest ways to the smallest, was profoundly touching, and I'm very grateful to have all of you in my life. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who's celebrating, and I hope it's far fewer years until we all can meet again. ♥

I know you care.

Wed, Nov. 26th, 2014 10:43 pm
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[personal profile] gorgeousnerd
Writing update. )

In other news:

1. I've been following Ferguson events pretty keenly since August, and since there's been an uptick in events, I've been reblogging and retweeting more. (That's one reason I haven't been here in a couple days.) I've been saying it everywhere, so I'm also going to say it here: I support Mike Brown's family and the Ferguson protesters. Edit: Actually, since there have been protests in major cities all over the world, I should just say a blanket "protesters".

Okay, one more edit: I don't support white protesters taking space from POC/talking over them/inciting violence where there previously was none. None of this #alllivesmatter derailing. Black lives matter.

2. December's getting closer. Still plenty of spaces for prompting, if anyone's interested and hasn't/wants to leave more.

3. Winning NaNo has given me a little space to read again, so I actually have something to put for Wednesday reading.

Wednesday reading. )
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[personal profile] st_aurafina
I am a little bit ahead in NaNo, huzzah! This is thanks to Steve telling an old man story about this boil he had one time in Poland. That bit is slated for destruction. Steve, you're a super soldier, you probably can't get boils. (He says "Firstly, I got a boil when other men were dying of septicaemia, so have a little respect, and secondly, it was more of a carbuncle.")

Old man stories. I love writing this fic! [personal profile] lilacsigil will be giving me major side-eye when she reads this, because she had to sit through three weeks of hair tearing and chest beating while I got to this point.

(Also, I'm rapidly approaching the part where I really need to know what happens and I really don't know what happens. Again. Every year. I cannot plan for shit, I really can't.)

I work out twice a week with a personal trainer, and we meet at the local netball courts to do this - lately there's been this super cute blue heeler coming to vist me. She's a chronic escape artist - it's a heeler thing - and she pops across the road to see what's going on, and she has this adorable wriggly dance of "HEY PEOPLE I LOVE YOU IF I APPROACH BUTT FIRST WILL YOU PAT IT?".

This morning, I was doing crunches on the mat, and I had my eyes closed because I was dying. I could hear my trainer giggling, which seemed unusually cruel of her, so I opened my eyes to find doggie standing over me, gazing adoringly into my face.

There's a doggy under this cut, also some discussion of workout goals for this year )

The other thing I wanted to note down so I remember it (because it happened too fast for the phone) was on Tuesday. We were driving along the ridge of a gully, and there was a bird kerfuffle off to the left (my side, the passenger side.) When I looked left, I was eye to eye with an eagle, omg. It was flipping huge, flying through the gully, while magpies buzzed it. It's too late for chicks in the nest, so it must have had a go at the adults? Anyway, wedge tailed eagle, bloody enormous, flying like a boss with those amazing swoops they do, while two magpies about the size of its head chivvied it, fluttering over it and under it, and oh wow. It was like suddenly being in the middle of an aerial dog fight.

Eagle. Very big. (Sometimes they stoop on cars here and damage the roof with their talons.)


The Deep End (8697 words) by emilyenrose
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Sam Wilson (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Sex Pollen, Dubious Consent, Humor, Angst

In this story: exquisitely tragic and beautiful Russian romance, James Bond shenanigans, designer drugs with highly specific effects, Steve Rogers’ overactive imagination, a swimming metaphor. Also: a villain has a secret sex room, some assassins join the mile high club, and Captain America punches a shark.

Spy shenanigans, and Natasha/Steve/Bucky, and it's all good.


what you are asking fits with everything on my list (7356 words) by irnan
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov
Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Crack

Bucky's been trying to set Steve up since 1935. Natasha's been trying to set him up since 2012. What's more logical than that they should join forces?

Bucky would like Sam Wilson to know that that is not actually a dirty joke about him and Nat, thank you and fuck off. (Even though it kinda is.)

I must have been on a bit of a poly bender? This is also Natasha/Steve/Bucky, and also has an excellent villain


A particle, a wave (1068 words) by kvikindi
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Howard Stark
Additional Tags: Manhattan Project, References to Injury of a Child

"My father helped defeat the Nazis. He worked on the Manhattan Project."

Short and very ouchy Howard POV.


Hooked on a Feeling (2901 words) by fmo
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Movies), X-Men - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: mildly a crossover with X-Men, Fluff, get-together

Some guy creates a machine that gives everybody in New York mutant powers. Bucky gets empathy, which initially makes him very cranky, but later enables him to figure some stuff out that he might not have figured out otherwise, and ultimately turns out to be the very best power of all.

X-Men fusion, which is always like candy for me - who gets what power? What do they do with it? This is short, not particularly angsty, and very neatly done.

And back to the carbuncle mine I go.

Rich people problems

Wed, Nov. 26th, 2014 07:55 pm
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[personal profile] fayanora
“Money doesn't buy happiness” is a crock of bullshit the rich people try to sell to poor people so the poor people will think twice about wanting to be rich. Well it may be technically true that money cannot literally buy happiness, but it can sure make happiness a lot easier to achieve. When you're rich, you don't have to worry about where your next meal is coming from, just which of the 12,000 meal options you're going to pick today. You don't have to worry about getting sick, because if you do, you can buy all the health care you need. Hell, buy a whole fucking hospital! Buy three! Whatever you want or need, you can have it, and all it takes is a command to one of your servants.

Money problems? Hire an accountant. Lonely? Flash your money and you'll find it hard not to go home with someone. Legal problems? Hire a lawyer. Hire twenty lawyers! Someone bothering you? Have them dragged off by your security force, put a 20 foot tall wall around your mansion, and have your lawyers get a restraining order or worse put against them. Are you trans and want to transition? Just buy the hormones you need, no waiting, no arguing with Medicare, no diagnosis needed: you're rich, you could buy the entire fucking company that makes the hormones!

Have dietary restrictions like can't eat onions or dairy products? Your fucking personal chef would be glad to make whatever the hell you want with alternative ingredients, even if they have to be air-lifted in from outer Mongolia. Having a depressive episode that makes you feel like not doing anything? No problem, your money makes money for you so you can sit around the house and do whatever the fuck you damn well please any goddamn time you want to, and nobody is going to give a shit. You're not going to lose your housing or starve to death or sit in darkness because your electricity is shut off, not even if you never do an honest day's work in your life. Calling poor people lazy is you projecting your own flaws onto other people, you self-important sack of crap!

“Rich people have problems too”? Well fuck you! “Rich people problems” are pesky annoying flies to be swatted, and you can buy an automated fly-swatting machine. Poor people problems are literally life or death. The problems of poor people cause unhealthy amounts of stress, health problems we can't afford to fix, depression, suicidal tendencies, and all kinds of other nasty shit. Don't tell me “money doesn't buy happiness” when I'm one fucking paycheck from homelessness or starvation, you entitled fuckers. Rich people will take or make any fucking excuse to ignore genuine problems and pretend their own problems are so important because what's a conscience? What's basic human decency? What is a soul? Is a soul something you can buy? If not, they're not interested.

Stu Shiffman

Wed, Nov. 26th, 2014 05:40 pm
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[personal profile] redbird
I just heard via the Vanguard email list that Stu Shiffman died today. I didn't know him as well as I'd have liked (geography can be like that); I am now very glad I dropped in and visited him at the nursing home this summer, after not getting to say more than "congratulations" at his and Andi's wedding in the spring.

[I'm posting this mostly because I don't know who sees what information sources. It's been a hard few months.]

Wednesday Reading Meme

Wed, Nov. 26th, 2014 08:29 pm
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[personal profile] sineala
What I Just Finished Reading

Graydon Saunders, The March North: [personal profile] rachelmanija recommended this a while back, I bought it from the author (whom I vaguely remember from rasfw on Usenet), and... I really liked it. It took me a couple tries to get into, but once I started reading it I got into it and read the whole thing straight through. It's military fantasy where no gendered pronouns are used, there is a lot of geekery about artillery, the author has clearly thought very hard about systems of government and why people fight, the magic system is great... and also there are giant war-sheep. Definitely worth a couple bucks.

Edge of Spider-Verse: I read this because I was reading Spider-Woman #1 today (I like Jessica Drew, you be quiet) and then it was full of Noir Spidey and other Spider-People I didn't even know and I kind of guessed I was missing something, because apparently making #1 issues part of multiverse crossover events is a thing we do. What. Anyway, I'm still confused and would probably have had to read all of Spider-Verse to understand what's going on here, but this is just to say that Spider-Gwen is awesome.

What I'm Reading Now

This week's comics: New Avengers, Mighty Avengers, Iron Man, Spider-Woman. Iron Man was... actually more entertaining than I expected (you know, for a story about someone who really isn't Tony); New was the usual Hickman plottiness (I like Hickman, okay?); Mighty Avengers was well-written but will be a lot more fun without Axis because I do not want to read any more about evil Sam and evil Luke Cage. And Spider-Woman had way more Spider-People than I was expecting, but, hey, they went to Earth-90214! That's Noir! I should read the rest of Noir.

What I'm Reading Next

Who knows. Books.

Hard Things

Wed, Nov. 26th, 2014 06:53 pm
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[personal profile] ysabetwordsmith
Life is full of things which are hard or tedious or otherwise unpleasant that need doing anyhow. They help make the world go 'round, they improve skills, and they boost your sense of self-respect. But doing them still kinda sucks. It's all the more difficult to do those things when nobody appreciates it. Happily, blogging allows us to share our accomplishments and pat each other on the back.

What are some of the hard things you've done recently?

Read new poems in "The Origami Mage"

Wed, Nov. 26th, 2014 05:27 pm
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[personal profile] ysabetwordsmith
The Origami Mage series page has been updated.  All poems which have been written are now listed, and the sponsored ones have been published and linked.  There are three new poems posted today:

"tired traveler, busy city"
"going to the ocean"
"friendship and enmity"

Those fall near the end of the series, so if you're new to it, starting at the beginning will make a lot more sense.  It's Asian fantasy about two women who are paper mages and rivals.

What I'm Doing Wednesday

Wed, Nov. 26th, 2014 02:47 pm
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[personal profile] sage
Ahahahaha, Wednesday. HOW EVEN??

I put down the new Rivers of London book about ten minutes after starting it and haven't had time/brain to pick it back up. This was NOT THE PLAN, but at least it will give me something to do over Thanksgiving! Not to mention the comics catch up! *bright sides*

animatronic phalluses )

OMG FLAIL. I am SO MUCH further behind schedule than I thought I was. Which is to say I need to revisit source RIGHT NOW. TODAY. NO WAITING. NO DISTRACTIONS. NO YARNING. Granted, I have been a stressball beyond textual rendering over entirely legit RL stuff, so, reasons. But I am stumped for ideas. Maybe Thanksgiving will help.

I say that, but tbh I really don't want to go. At all. It will be cold and judgy and politically horrifying and most of the food will make me sick. I'll spend the lion's share of my time fixing their computers, decorating the Christmas tree, desperately ignoring college football on TV, and hiding. SIGH. Can I not just be a grinch here? Because I'm feeling a wave of grinchy spirit coming on. (Or possibly that's hunger. Hrm.)

SAFE TRAVELS TO YOU if you're headed somewhere else & snuggly peaceful hometime to all who aren't! <3

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