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Jan. 11th, 2026 10:33 pm[personal profile] rejectomorph
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Saturday and Sunday were both days of sleep, of not wanting to get out from under the cozy covers, and when I did get out not getting anything done. The days are seeming drear and the nights full of an unserene quiet. Maybe this will change, maybe it won't. Lying abed awake or asleep it doesn't matter. There is just the indeterminate hour passing imperceptibly. Maybe I go back to sleep, maybe I don't. Once it's done I can't tell the difference. At some point I get hungry, and at some point the hunger becomes more unpleasant than eating, then I get up and eat. With luck, the eating makes me sleepy again, and the cycles repeat. How much longer, who knows? I care less every day.


Late Sunday Verse )

Memories

Jan. 12th, 2026 06:06 am[syndicated profile] futilitycloset_feed

Posted by Greg Ross

Excerpts from Mark Twain’s boyhood journal:

Monday — Got up, washed, went to bed.
Tuesday — Got up, washed, went to bed.
Wednesday — Got up, washed, went to bed.
Thursday — Got up, washed, went to bed.
Friday — Got up, washed, went to bed.
Next Friday — Got up, washed, went to bed.
Friday fortnight — Got up, washed, went to bed.
Following month — Got up, washed, went to bed.

“I stopped, then, discouraged. Startling events appeared to be too rare, in my career, to render a diary necessary.”

(From The Innocents Abroad.)

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This post covers the weekend.

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SOME RANDOM STUFF

I completely forgot to share that the Chip Kids gave each of us this cute gift at the start of the week! A nice message with a bronze-colored Mickey key. Not sure where I will put mine yet but I will find a good place :)
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As mentioned (though I'm sure few of you read it), I've decided to use most of the money from selling my car to buy a second large tenor trombone. Mid-2025 I was able to visit O'Malley Brass Instruments in Chicago and try out their trombones, and liked them A LOT. I've since talked to people who have owned these horns long-term, and everyone I've spoken to has been very satisfied with them. Coincidence/Providence of the surname aside, these are very good handmade instruments. I've sent a check. It takes about 4 months for their 6-person crew to build a trombone from scratch, so we are aiming to have one ready for me to try in March/April, hopefully lining up with my next layoff.

And in addition to the beautiful hand-engraving that comes with each horn, I've requested a little extra something. TBA...
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FRIDAY

I woke up too early but managed to relax enough to fall back asleep, and stay asleep until 8:30 (9:30 ET so that's a record!)

And once I was up I didn't do much either. Fridays on tour are traditionally my "chill day." I'll do laundry or slug around online or maybe run small errands. This is mostly to save energy before the two-show weekends and also to sort of take stock before Monday travel days or Golden Days.

Did not need to do laundry yet so instead I buckled down on Tulsa Foodie Finds, and finished it! Wrote an email to a relative I haven't spoken with in a while, talked at length with my sister about a group of family possibly coming to Philly to see the show. My sister Raven got a promotion at work, I am so proud of her!! It sounds like it'll be a challenge but I very much think she's up for it and so does her boss :) And I ordered two of the face washes/creams that are supposed to be a part of my new skin care routine, since it seems the local pharmacies don't carry 'em.

In the late afternoon I walked to CVS to get the prescription cream, declining the oral medications (cannot convince myself that mild acne is worth taking a diuretic in my line of work, sorry not sorry.) Then dinner and off to the theater.

The show was good, we had an understudy in for LeFou for the first time and he did wonderfully. I always enjoy the first night with understudies in a new role, because the way they convey the character is different from what the leads do and it's fun to see what changes they make. I think it's great to have different people rotating into lead roles, because it brings out more facets and possibilities for the personalities of these fictional characters :)

We have been informed that there will be a protest very near the theater tomorrow (you know what the protest is for.)
It's from noon to 2pm and our show is at 2. The hotel is 1/2 mile away and I typically walk, so I expect to be able to see some of the action. Hopefully safely. And I hope that our audience is able to get inside safely and without harassment as well.

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SATURDAY

Houston is SO wildly different from Austin. The weekends in Austin were RAUCOUS, earplugs were a must. Lots of people out having fun and blowing off steam after their work week. Friday night in Houston is dead silent. Only an occasional car swishing by. People don't even like to drive through Houston after hours, it seems.

Breakfast and I packed dinner and some snacks because there were supposed to be protests this afternoon plus a 30-degree temperature drop and it might be nicer to stay at the theater between shows. Did not accomplish much in the morning...mentally I was a bit "down" I suppose, what with the current national, umm, "vibe." But after lunch I walked to the theater. It is indeed much colder, and windy, and I didn't see any signs of a protest except for a few people here and there with signs, looking miserable. Suspect that the weather was disheartening + as mentioned several times now people don't really seem to LIVE in downtown Houston.

The matinee went well though I still haven't hit my stride. How can I explain this? It's the same thing as an athlete getting into a "slump." They are doing all of their normal things but somehow it ain't working. A lot of times it's psychological (at least that's been my experience.) Very annoying! But I must be patient and keep doing my best, and trust that it will resolve.

Between shows I did walk back for no reason other than I felt restless. Dinner and essentially turning right back around to walk back, but that's ok, cardio is good for you?

The evening show was better, I made a few small adjustments to my Aviom mix and that was helpful. After the show quite a lot of kids and their parents came to the pit edge to ask us questions! Well, mostly to as DAR questions because he's right there haha. DAR is another person who loves it when people take an interest in what we do, especially little kids! Nobody was asking me questions, but I stuck around just to listen and enjoy watching DAR interact with the audience for a bit :)

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SUNDAY

I was up early so I could eat breakfast, pack dinner, and do laundry before noon.

Sam (an Orlando trumpeter and local AFM president) had posted some pictures from the final night of Candlelight, among which was this one of the trombone section. I like how he caught us with our slides splayed like that! Neato.
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Let's see. The matinee was good from what I remember. Between shows I stayed at the theater and read my book and ate a chocolate chip cookie that someone's mom had baked for the cast (so good!). For the first time on this tour I'd decided to take advantage of our Physical Therapist's services, and went to visit her a little before 5pm just for a basic shoulder massage. Her time slots are 20 minutes so it wasn't anything crazy, but I do get very tense in the shoulders from playing the trombone. The massage was much needed and felt SO NICE. 

The evening show was fine also and the massage helped me to play better (it's amazing how hard it can be to get a good breath when you're tense!)

Afterward we all went to Flying Saucer down the street for drinks to celebrate our keyboard sub Leslie, who had his debut on KeyComp tonight and did an excellent job. I grumbled about going because I was tired and not in the mood, but allowed myself to be peer pressured and was glad to have gone. It was pretty quiet on a Sunday night so it was just the band and some Stage Management. I rarely get to hang out with Stage Management and it was nice to hear Malashia (SM whom I was sitting closest to) talk about her past shows and adventures :) 

When I was ready to go DAR offered to walk back with me and we chatted along the way. 
Truly, it's great to be with this amazing and talented group of people, and while it was good to be home for the holidays, I am so grateful to be back on tour! 

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Monday: Golden Day! My "treat yo'self" is gonna be watching Zootopia 2 at a fancy movie theater that serves lunch/cocktails, and grocery shopping at Central Market (how have we been in Texas for a month and I still haven't gone to Central Market?!)

Tuesday: Only one show at night. Will probably do one Foodie Find but no other plans as yet.

January is crafting season

Jan. 11th, 2026 10:46 pm[personal profile] which_chick
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The weather sucks in January and I spend more time inside than outside, even for a relatively balmy January. This January I am working on an afghan for my couch. I spend a lot of time on my couch at home and it has "an afghan" but it's not a great one and I want a great one.

As you know, Bob, I am a process knitter... )

Unpleasant News Sunday

Jan. 11th, 2026 11:46 pm[personal profile] crossover_chick
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So, you may remember that my entry yesterday initially ended with me reporting that my Dad had finally consented to go to the emergency room regarding his constant pain and trouble eating. He and Mom returned this morning, and the news is, uh, not great. On the plus side, it appears he doesn't have a cracked rib (they mistook an old injury for a recent one on the previous scan); on the minus side, it looked like his fall down a couple of the basement stairs into a bookcase really bruised up his muscles and cartilage and stuff, so they've had to put him on the strong painkillers. And, uh, remember the cancer scare from back in August 2024? Where he had to spend most of my vacation week in the hospital after surgery to remove a blockage in his colon that also removed a tumor? Yeah, that might not be as over with as we'd hoped... Basically, he has to have a lot more tests done and whatnot and -- yeah. It's just a bad time in this house right now. I fucking hate the fucking 2020s, I really do. *heavy sigh*

Anyway -- as you might imagine, that combined with the fact that I spent most of the day finishing yesterday's write-up meant that I didn't get a whole heck of a lot done today. But I did manage to accomplish three things:

Writing: Despite everything, I did get some writing done today – went back to “Londerland Bloodlines: Downtown Queensland” Chapter 6 and continued my edits on that before heading downstairs for my workout. Today’s chunk got me through:

A) Alice leaving the Chantry after speaking to Strauss about Resonance, remarking that it was nice to get some answers regarding what happened when she fed on Victor earlier that evening, but that it was annoying that her clan’s Disciplines meant that she should be focusing on drinking from people who were sad or chilled out, when it was so much easier for her to get a meal from someone who was horny (and then wondering if she could maybe seek out someone who’d recently suffered a bad break-up and was looking for help forgetting it to get the magic combination of sad and horny and see if they provided Obfuscate-boosting Resonance :P)

B) Alice heading back to Skyeline to find Simon Milligan and get his loose end all wrapped up; after knocking on his door didn’t work (not that she thought it would – Cheshire had already warned her that it wouldn’t be that easy – she just wanted to at least start out doing things the polite way), she discovered that it had a mechanical lock to go with the keycard reader and managed to pick it and get inside (she didn’t even need to Bloodbuff herself)

C) And Alice getting the lay of the land of Simon’s apartment – roughly the same layout as hers, just with loads of bookshelves replacing the aquarium and the TV; the coffee table and couch in a different spot; and some fancy neon signs on the wall by the stairs. Alice noted it was interesting that someone who was on TV didn’t own one himself, then figured maybe he saw enough cable TV slop while at work and didn’t feel the need to watch it at home

*nods* Not too shabby, all things considered. I left off with her calling for Simon to see if she can lure him out of hiding (she can’t) – tomorrow, she continues her search of the apartment to locate her wayward witness to the horrors and hopefully tell him to keep his mouth shut!

Workout: Got back on the bike tonight to pedal my way through the latest from Jon of Many A True Nerd: “Fallout New Vegas: You Only Live Once Remastered - Part 25 - Bleeding Hearts!” Yes, Jon is now over his cold (or at least over it enough to record), which meant this week we returned to the Mojave and the adventures of everyone’s favorite sneaky drunken melee courier, P. D. Shoot! Who actually ventured out of the Mojave and into Zion in this episode, as Jon started the DLC “Honest Hearts!” An adventure which involved:

A) Jon taking a moment at the beginning before actually starting the DLC to explain why he’d done so much prepwork and why he kept saying everything was going to go bananas the minute P. D. entered Zion – basically, “Honest Hearts” begins with a giant scripted fight where a bunch of White Legs – a hostile tribe in Zion – attack and kill all the NPC members of the caravan P. D.’s joined – Jed, Scarlet, the two unnamed guards, and of course everyone’s favorite little creep, Ricky. There is no way to stop this happening – the game wants those NPCs dead, and thus arms the White Legs with magic never-miss bullets and explosives to ensure they die. The problem was, those never-miss bullets and explosives could target P. D. as well – and because the White Legs spawn up on high cliffs, P. D. wouldn’t be able to kill them to get them to stop shooting at her. Meaning her only hope of survival was drugs (especially Turbo), her good Elite Riot Gear armor, and getting away from the doomed caravan as soon as possible. Hence why Jon did all that drug-shopping beforehand to make sure she had enough Turbo, and made sure to bully Ricky into carrying some of her shit, allowing her to take 100 lbs of stuff into the DLC instead of a mere 75 – it was vitally important she have the room to take the items that would keep her from dying horribly!

B) P. D. heading out to Zion with the caravan, listening to Jed’s story about DLC-important NPC Joshua Graham (an ex-Legion War Chief who was covered in pitch, set alight, and tossed into the Grand Canyon by Caesar for his failure to take Hoover Dam in the first battle against the NCR there, but who managed to survive and make it to Zion, where he became a revered figure for some of the tribes there) on the way – then, the minute the opening cutscene ended and she was allowed to access her Pip-Boy again, taking all the drugs (including TWO doses of Turbo), popping a Stealth Boy, and booking it away from the NPCs as they prepared to walk into the ambush. She managed to successfully make it down onto the nearby ledge running along the side of the canyon in the opposite direction of the ambush; up to the nearby bridge across said canyon (killing the two White Legs who spawned in to try and guard it before they even knew they were in trouble); over the bridge and past the spot where another White Leg usually spawns (except, since she got there before the ambush technically started, he didn’t, so yay); over to where Follows-Chalk tries to greet you (telling him to naff off, she was busy – apparently he’s a terrible companion with a terrible companion perk anyway); and through the arch in the rocks toward the canyon she needed to get to –

But right after she put on her Elite Riot Gear and started heading northeast along the big rocky wall to her right, the Magic Bullets and Explosions of the White Legs reached her. Despite the fact that she was now miles away and around the corner from the actual ambush. Because scripted nonsense was scripted and nonsense. And how much did that scripted nonsense cost her?

64 HP. Meaning she is now down to about half her health – after Jon got rid of the “automatic DLC entry heal” she was gifted at the start, it was revealed she’s at 189 out of 375 hit points. *wince* The DLCs man – they do NOT fuck around. I understand so much more now why he’s so afraid of Dead Money.

C) P. D. swapping back to her beloved Space Suit to speed up her fleeing from the start of the DLC, which saw her:

I. Watch a huge mutated Yao-Guai toss an equally-big green gecko off a cliff – and then murder the Yao-Guai with Embrace Of The Mantis King because she could (Jon made it clear he was NOT going for the achievement where you kill ten of these things)

II. Make her way down a slope covered in rolling dunes and scrubby greenery while Jon explained the other problem with “Honest Hearts” and Zion – namely, that you could never figure out what you were going to face while traversing the map because creatures and people spawned in around the world randomly. Any given location could spawn anything ranging from dogs (good, nice and simple) to green geckos (bad, horrible monsters) to even White Legs (extremely bad, hit like trucks), and P. D. couldn’t properly prepare for any of it

III. Reach the road cutting through the landscape and follow it over to the Zion Valley Welcome Booth, fortunately without having to deal with any monsters or dogs or what-have-you

IV. Descend into the nearby canyon and reach the river and Eastern Virgin, where all she had to do was follow the river to the right and disarm all the bear traps in the gorgeous clear water to reach the Dead Horse tribe camp and Angel Cave, where Joshua Graham waited

Whew! At least she didn’t encounter anything that made her take any more damage – Jon was upset enough about the 64 HP hit!

D) P. D. arriving at the camp and getting greeted by Follows-Chalk (who somehow managed to beat her there), then – after a quick side note from Jon that can be summed up as “yes, I know there’s an easy way to very quickly beat this DLC – kill a named character and trigger the ‘Chaos In Zion’ quest where you just have to grab one item and run for the exit – but we made it a rule in the last F:NV YOLO that I couldn’t essentially ‘skip’ the DLC by doing that, and I’m sticking to said rule in this Remastered YOLO run” – heading into the cave to have her audience with Joshua Graham! Who started speaking to her the moment her Slasher wore off, so he spent the entire conversation blurry and bathed in mysterious blue light, which Jon found rather appropriate given Joshua’s whole deal. XD Anyway, after apologizing that he and his weren’t there to give P. D. and the others a better greeting than the White Legs gave them, and offering his sympathies for the dead caravaners, he tasked P. D. with getting him some Pre-War items than he and his friend Daniel would need for navigational purposes if they ever had to evacuate Zion. P. D. agreed, and thus the conversation ended, restoring color to the world, finishing off the “Arrival At Zion” quest –

And bringing P. D. all the way up to Level 25! Nice~ As she had no skills she had to prioritize in “Honest Hearts,” though (as she was already at the levels she should be for everything in this DLC), she chose to instead just dump all her skill points into Repair, to get that moving in the right direction for future adventures (I suspect it’s going to be very important in “Dead Money”). Gotta be prepared for all the nonsense yet to come!

E) P. D. reviewing the shopping list Graham gave her – find a compass in a wrecked scout bus (not far from the Welcome Booth), a pair of walkie-talkies in the Zion Fishing Lodge, five Li’l Scout Lunchboxes in the Zion General Store, and a medical supply kit in the Zion Ranger Station – then waiting until 9:45 PM so she could go sneaking around all the various locales under the cover of darkness. She quickly hit up Joshua to see if he had anything he could sell her (as he also acts as a trader – he only had guns and ammo and dynamite this time around, though, so nothing for melee-and-unarmed-stuff-only P. D.), then headed out into the blackness to:

I. Travel back to Eastern Virgin and retrace her steps back to the Welcome Booth, then travel along the road along the edge of the canyon, avoiding the wildlife in her way (and killing one gecko) before arriving at the site of the bus crash, down in a narrow little side canyon, rusting away in the water; the wreckage unfortunately had a couple of bighorner calves around it, but fortunately they were unable to detect the ultra-sneaky P. D., and she was able to slip in, find the compass she needed, and quickly repair it to full working order before slipping right back out

II. Follow the river (after killing one of the bighorner calves to get it out of the way) north from the bus, avoiding what sounded like a fight between a White Leg and a Dead Horse, before getting back onto dry land near a bridge; then follow the road from the bridge for a bit, avoiding as much of the varied wildlife as possible (which included a green gecko on a high ledge, a small radscopion, a giant worker ant, and a regular young gecko); then head off onto a side dirt road past a wrecked car and into the hills, killing another bighorner before hiding from a White Leg that spawned in with their dog just past an arch over the path, letting them pass her by so she didn’t have to worry about fighting them; then continue up the trail before getting spooked by another White Leg in her path and running to hide behind some rocks – fortunately the White Leg turned around while she was hiding, and she was able to sneak up and kill them right in front of the lodge she was looking for

III. Reach the Zion Fishing Lodge and enter it to find a young green gecko (one of the more dangerous kinds of gecko) within. Prompting her to do some Turbo and murder it, then murder its friends with her Industrial Hand, before unlocking a cabinet to grab the walkie-talkies she came here for! And some whiskey. Which she drank. Along with another bottle she had on her because it really was a two-whiskey day. XD

And so the episode ended with P. D. getting wasted at the lodge, having marked off half the items on her shopping list! Next time, she ventures westward to the General Store and the Ranger Station to get the remaining stuff, then north to meet up with Daniel and get HIS shopping list. All while PRAYING not to take another hit like the one from the Unavoidable Magic Ambush, because WOW. *grimace* I don’t think that was QUITE the equivalent of Fallout 4 YOLO’s Finn Ally getting a huge chunk of health removed by a painted ghoul smacking her in the rear during an early, ill-advised trip to Nuka-World, but it felt really damn close! I really hope P. D. Shoot survives to the end of her second YOLO – I’m quite enjoying this series and I’m not ready for it to stop.

Tumblr: And, while not managing to get a lick of work done on Victor Luvs Alice (N Smiler) today, I was able to quickly queue up an answer to an anon ask I found on Valice Multiverse tonight: “Beef wellingtons are just corn dogs from a different socioeconomic background.” Beef wellington, in case you’re unfamiliar, is beef wrapped in shortcrust pastry, while corn dogs are hot dogs on sticks dipped in cornmeal batter and deep-fried. Very different executions, but I suppose the core concept of “meat wrapped in something else tasty” is the same! I thus had the Cuddlepile Valicer trio answer, with Alice saying she wanted to refute that statement, but wasn’t sure precisely how – though she did make sure the anon knew that the beef wellington came first; Victor admitting he’d never had a corn dog, so he didn’t know how they’d compare; and Smiler telling him what a corn dog was and saying it was a similar concept to a beef wellington, but a much different execution, as I said above. And easier to truck around a fairground. :P So that’s all sorted, yay.

*shrug* Small victories. And now I have to go to bed, because, despite everything, it IS a work day tomorrow. Hoping it isn't a nightmare - I'm just so fucking DONE with bad news. *shakehead* Night all.

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Jan. 11th, 2026 09:32 pm[personal profile] dustbunny105
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Challenge #6

Top 10 Challenge.


Decided to do my Top Ten Favorite Female Transformers (At the Time of Making This List). The parenthetical is because I'm not good with picking favorites at all ever and the list would probably be different if you asked me tomorrow. But! This is today and this, without further ado, is my list:

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I have a cold but it's not bad fortunately. I think it should be OK by the time we go to Arisia. Anyway, I got up at 9:00 after a restless night.

I had breakfast and coffee, and showered and dressed in the stuff I picked out yesterday. Then I walked to Main Street and Northern Blvd to get the 19 bus. Had to wait a good while but finally got it. Then I walked from the bus to the restaurant and got there early.

I found an open 99 cent store and browsed until 12:30 and then I went back to the restaurant, having been texted by the Kid about the reservation.

The Kid and her boyfriend and his parents showed up pretty quickly, and we had a very nice time, I spoke mostly to his mother because she was nearest to me. His father picked up the bill which was nice.

Then I tried to get home. I tried to take the subway but trouble finding it. I walked all around Astoria. I finally got to the station. Then I took the N to the 7 and the 20 bus home.

By then I was hungry again and had something to eat. Then I lay in bed til 7:00 when I Teamed the FWiB. [personal profile] mashfanficchick called while we were talking. Then at 8:30 I called Middle Brother. He went bowling on Friday and to Wendy's.

I had dinner and played solitaire in the bedroom. [personal profile] mashfanficchick called again and we have been talking about Arisia. I put in a Shipt order to be delivered tomorrow.

Gratitude List:

1. The FWiB.

2. Met the boyfriend's parents.

3. The meeting went well.

4. I finally found the subway.

5. Middle Brother had a good time bowling.

6. [personal profile] mashfanficchick
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"The Sick Times is an independent news site founded by journalists Betsy Ladyzhets and Miles Griffis. We report on the Long COVID crisis, COVID-19, and infection-associated illnesses." They redacted the excerpt I had linked here because they found the whole book engaged in Covid denial and promotion of harmful treatments for ME/CFS. (Thanks to [personal profile] silveradept for the heads up.)

Replacement link, by one of the editors at Sick Times: The Soft Butch That Couldn’t (Or: I Got COVID-19 in March 2020 and Never Got Better) by Heather Hogan.

(On a lighter note) 6th grader's science experiment answers, 'Do cat buttholes touch every surface they sit on?' by Jacalyn Wetzel, Upworthy staff.
The results? Turns out that, no, cat buttholes do not touch every surface cats sit on. Now, let's all take a collective sigh of relief while we go over the details.


A Culture of Resilience by Lindsey Foltz, a beautifully written and photographed exploration of home food preserving in Bulgaria.
[I]ndustrial and small-scale agriculture; cultivated and wild foods; formal and informal economies; leisure and work do not function as stark polarities but rather in interconnecting, mutually supportive relationships through which home preservers practice, develop, and share their craft. The entanglement of formal and informal economies, domestic and wild foods, smallholders and industrial farms, local and global influences visible in everyday food practices in Bulgaria specifically and Eastern Europe more broadly condense in household cellars. As the cellar tour I describe below illustrates, these uniquely social practices provide resilience in terms of food security and the ability to pursue something more than mere survival.


What the World Got Wrong About Autistic People by Ludmila N. Praslova, Ph.D., SHRM-SCP via [personal profile] andrewducker.
Prejudice is one reason decades of research got autism so wrong. Researchers measured autistic people against neurotypical expectations and called every difference a deficit. They tested empathy by measuring in-group preference and missed commitment to universal fairness. They measured creativity by counting the number of ideas and missed originality. They saw moral consistency and called it rigidity. They saw deep engagement and called it rigidity. They saw sensory richness and called it disorder.

Most critically, they failed to ask autistic people about their inner experiences. They studied autism without genuinely listening to the autistic perspective. For decades, science examined autistic people through a lens of pathology and deficit, rather than dignity, comparing us to animals while missing our humanity. But autistic people don't lack humanity. Research just lacked the humanity to see it.

Whole book: "Mutual Aid"

Jan. 11th, 2026 07:54 pm[personal profile] sonia
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Mutual Aid by Dean Spade is a whole book available online. Subtitle: Building Solidarity During This Crisis (and the Next).
This book provides a concrete guide for building mutual aid groups and networks. Part I explores what mutual aid is, why it is different than charity, and how it relates to other social movement tactics. Part II dives into the nitty-gritty of how to work together in mutual aid groups and how to handle the challenges of group decision-making, conflict, and burnout. It includes charts and lists that can be brought to group meetings to stimulate conversation and build shared analysis and group practices. Ultimately, helps imagine how we can coordinate to collectively take care of ourselves—even in the face of disaster—and mobilize hundreds of millions of people to make deep and lasting change.


I've only read a little bit of this, despite having it open in a tab for months. It feels hopeful, experienced, and direct, so I hope to read the rest eventually.
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Snowflake Challenge: A warmly light quaint street of shops at night with heavy snow falling.

Challenge #5: In your own space, create a list of at least three things you'd love to receive, a wishlist of sorts.

- [community profile] fandomtrees reveals got pushed to Jan 17 because there are still some trees (16 as of this posting) that don’t have the minimum amount of gifts (at least 2) necessary for reveals. So, any fills for the needy trees listed here (real-time updates at the Google spreadsheet). Most of the fandoms I don’t know anything about (but hopefully some of you do!), but of the ones I do, there’s a request for the Raven Cycle, Discworld, and some Original Work requests, and a niche rec request.

- My tree does have the minimum number of gifts, so is not holding up the fest opening, but does list all kinds of things I want (fandoms: Chronicles of Amber, Discworld, Dragaera, Rivers of London, Taskmaster, Terra Ignota, Vorkosigan Saga, and critter art).

More specific requests for Dragaera, Taskmaster, Elis&John fandoms and crossovers/fusions )

- I included this in last year’s Snowflake wishlist and it worked really well, so doing it again: I'm planning on Doing the Hugo Awards (and hopefully Worldcon) this year, and have just recently come to the realization that if I'm going to nominate some short fiction, I should actually, like, read some that was published in 2025. So, looking for recs for "Hugo-worthy" SFF short stories and novelettes published in 2025 that are ideally accessible online. Authors who tend to semi-reliably work for me in short form are Sarah Pinsker, Kelly Link, and Naomi Kritzer, to give some sense of what I like. And also happy for any recs for published-in-2025 novellas, Related Works, and dramatic presentation short form things (<90 min) that are standalone (i.e. not episodes of a serial show, but either a short(ish) film or part of an anthology show but standalone), and Astounding-eligible authors to check out.


Challenge #6: Top 10 Challenge. The category(ies) you choose are up to you. You can give top 10 Fics you read last year, the top 10 songs to create to, the to 10 guest stars on your favorite show, top 10 characters in your favorite book series, top 10... well, you get the idea.

After some consideration, I’m going to do my Top 10 Dragons :) I’m currently reading a book with dragons (To Shape a Dragon’s Breath, which I’m enjoying a lot), whose dragons are, so far, somewhat different than I’d been expecting, and that’s been making me think about various other fictional dragons I’ve known and loved and the universes they come from, so I figured I’d make a list of my favorites.

They can be dragons that can assume human form, or even spend most of their time in said human form, but they can’t be just humans who are for some reason called Dragons (i.e. no Sarkan from Uprooted or the Dragaeran Dragonlords). Moreover, I tried to keep it to one dragon per canon. So here we go!

Top 10 dragons )

What about YOUR favorite dragons? Introduce me / sway me over to any I might've missed, or squee with me about my favorites :)

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I think I was actually low-key avoiding the Taskmaster New Year Treat because I subconsciously resented it for being 2 episodes when I wanted CoC to be 2 episodes, lol. But I have watched it now, and it was fun!

Part 1 – Ooh, I knew one of the contestants (Rose) was deaf, but it was still jarring to see her interpreter sitting there next to Alex. Alex’s banter (OBE/oboe) and the several layers of bad joke was pretty fun. More, with spoilers )

My midpoint impressions are that I do enjoy Susie, but in exactly the same way I enjoyed her on Catsdown, so the “revelations” are Sam and Rose, who are both extremely adorable cuties whose cheeks I want to pinch. I’m very meh on the others – Jill’s doing well, but is a bit deadpan for me, and also I’m not a fan of how she brings up football all the time – like, I don’t feel like I’ve learned anything about her outside of her football career (in stark contrast to David James, who mentioned some footballers or travels associated with playing football, but talked about things like painting and just came across as a delightful massive weirdo – IDK, goalkeepers are different, I guess, was the consensus at the time). Apparently even the cat costume, which I did find cute, is a football reference, to her local football team, which someone on Reddit said she said in the studio taping. And Big Zuu is just kind of there… It sounds like he’s a charming person to work with, from all the podcasts, but as a viewer I have not been charmed.

Anyway, I don’t mind spending another episode with these guys!

Part 2 – Greg made me laugh out loud with his Alex intro: More, with spoilers )

And of course there was also the Series 21 cast reveal. Spoilers? )

I still have some Taskmaster stuff to catch up on – Acaster’s ultimate episode, the next installment of Taskmastermind, and some outtakes. But meanwhile WILTY has returned and is being a lot of fun )

More, more, more

Jan. 11th, 2026 09:55 pm[personal profile] legalmoose
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Trying to add in my fruits and veggies to my diet, because as a typical 'Murrikan I need more of those. Which is great, aside from the gas as ye olde bodye gets used to processing more fiber.

The husband and I went to see the premier of a new musical put on at a local arts center. Ninety minutes, ten-ish musical numbers. There was a good story in there, but it needed a bit more polish yet, and perhaps more experienced actors (as opposed to the author and their local theater arts friends). All that said, I did enjoy it, and I'm glad we went.
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The Sundial scarf-shawl of oddments has been bound off. The request in black yarn plods along.

The same thing is wrong with the 2022/23 cabled cardigan that I left sleeveless and the 2018 cabled vest: for me, they need a few additional short rows near the top of the shoulder on the front panels, with a corresponding decrease to armhole depth. The upper back could probably use a few short rows as well, but the front lower hem is awkwardly too short even after wearing and tugging.

That isn't a pinch-and-pin modification for any garment I've worn so far (contrary to helpful sewing-analogue advice), but I think it is the right mod. Even storebought shirts and jackets marketed to AMAB men in vaguely me-compatible sizes lack a bit of needed garment distance near the yoke, left to right---indeed, 1) always between neck and shoulder along the top, and between sternum and armpit in front, and 2) sometimes across the back of the neck---as well as front to back, along where one's hand goes to give oneself a quick shoulder-rub. Those garments are a little to a great deal too large from mid-armhole to lower hem, but they're often dramatically too bulky in armhole and too shoulder-constrained at once.

My mother has brought me a random skein of fingering-weight yarn, a "handspun" singles in dark brown, not dyed. It has sat for a few weeks in a bag in the freezer, in case. What to do with 125 g of random jank? I'm not a yarn-collector, and my hands can't make socks at the moment. Best match is probably a straightforward end-to-end accessory, such as Lille Kolding, since 125 g isn't enough for a hood-scarf. (Warm hats don't fit my head well, and on some days it's been mid-30s F = 1-2 C when I walk tiny housemate.)

Alas, based on others' project notes, 125 g of unknown total length can't become the main/background color for a Sundial tee. Though Wool and Pine designs are a bit raw (I changed every "finishing" detail for the Sundial scarf), their design sense is good, and the modularity of this tee lets me see how to rewrite the upper yoke. I'm not cool enough to rewrite complex or well designed patterns; two garment WIPs from Yamagara and the cabled BT cardigan that hurts my hands to knit have been sitting for months while I ponder construction and drape.

Weaving with a backstrap and rigid heddle and weaving on an inkle loom with string heddles feel to me like almost opposite activities. Inkle loom users who chat about it online often prefer cotton; backstrap weavers use whichever materials they'd like. The string heddles I made for my first inkle-loom attempt are of #20 crochet cotton, and they don't stick to anything---but the sock yarn I've used as warp snagged a bit every time I changed sheds, and I ended the attempt early. Thicker string (or a rigid heddle, which enforces slightly more space between warp threads) might've helped.

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Jan. 11th, 2026 07:57 pm[personal profile] senmut
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[personal profile] jenab, thank you for the card. It got here a few days back but I kept forgetting to post.
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I only just learned about this paper (note, opens a PDF). It was apparently published in The Annals of Improbable Research, but my introduction was via a link to a talk the author gave, here: https://youtu.be/yL_-1d9OSdk?si=YyldHEMEdFnW2uY7

I wonder how long it took the author to compose the paper.

Leech, by Hiron Ennes

Jan. 12th, 2026 01:15 am[personal profile] dhampyresa
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I was so disappointed by this book.

Part of this is on me: I had somehow gotten it in my head this was modern day and was looking forward to seeing how "hivemind took over the entire medical profession undetected" aspect of the premise would play out. The setting is not modern day, it's set some indeterminate amount of time (over 500 years) after some sort of apocalypse (fair, and an interesting setting itself) and people are aware to varying degrees aware that there is Something Wrong TM with the Institute.

The main part of the disappointment is that the book keeps bringing up concepts and then... Not Doing Anything with them. Spoilers from here on out. Our PoV character loses access to the hivemind fairly early on. Helen's miscarriages and/or the twins having supernatural powers never goes anywhere. The baron seems aware that he is hosting pseudomycota and even might be working with it? Let's never speak of this again! The idea that "If you’re born in Verdira, you die in Verdira" is brought up and we get told what happens is someone born there tries to leave, but that goes nowhere. /End spoilers

It is so disappointing and frustrating. It all just goes fucking nowhere!

Also I found the written accent annoying.

I did enjoy the hivemind parts, I guess.
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I will write my 2025 Year in Review in a few days. But, first, let me catch up on what I’ve been doing.

I scurried around to get out of the house for my first trip of the year, which was late on the afternoon of New Year’s Day. I didn’t quite finish everything on my to-do list, alas, so I resolved to just ignore that I’d be returning to even greater chaos than usual. I had no issues getting to DCA. My flight on American up to BOS was delayed about a half hour, which was no big deal since I’d opted to stay at the Logan Airport Hilton that night. In the morning I took the Silver Line to South Station (which is still free from the airport) and got the newish train to New Bedford. I actually had to change trains in East Taunton, but it was just across the platform. When I arrived in New Bedford, I got a Lyft to my hotel. While it was not particularly far, the sidewalks hadn’t been cleared from snow a day or two before and my backpack was heavy.

I stayed Friday night at the New Bedford Harbor Hotel, which is a reasonably short walk to the Whaling Museum. The room was perfectly adequate, though the soundproofing could have been better. I had time for a short nap before walking over to the museum for the opening dinner (which is pricy, but good for meeting people). I found it interesting how many people hadn’t read a lot of literary classics before reading Moby Dick. (If I remember correctly, my gateway drug was Daniel Defoe's A Journal of the Plague Year.) Most of the people at my table were from New York, but there was one guy who came all the way from Vancouver. Anyway, the speaker, Dr. Joe Roman of the University of Vermont, talked about the positive impact of various environmental laws on whale populations. Apparently, some countries (e.g. Japan) had expressed concerns that preserving whale populations would diminish the fish populations they relied on for food. His studies (which focused on whale poop) showed that actually the fish populations increased with the whale populations.

The hotel breakfast was pretty mediocre, with no hot food. But it was adequate and I was able to store my backpack overnight. The actual marathon started late in the morning on Saturday, with several people reading Excerpts. The official opening was at noon (8 bells!) with Regie Gibson, poet laureate of Massachusetts proclaiming “Call me Ishmael.”

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I had been lucky and won the lottery for a ticket to the Seamen’s Bethel for Father Mapple’s sermon. I’d been in the building before (many years ago), but it was still amazing to see the sermon acted out. And, yes, everybody stood and sang “The Ribs and Terrors in the Whale.”

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On my way out, I got a picture of Herman Melville’s pew.

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The reading continued up on the third floor of the museum, which was very crowded. I later heard that approximately 3500 people attended some part of the marathon. (This was, by the way, the 30th Moby Dick Marathon in New Bedford. The first one ever was in Mystic, Connecticut, and I do need to get to that one some day.)

I’d also been lucky enough to get a seat in the theatre for Chapter 40, which is done as a play by a local theatre group. The song “Yankee Whalermen” is still stuck in my head.



The reading continued overnight in the theatre. Senator Ed Markey read via video. I had gotten a reading slot (reader #102) off the waiting list. The whole marathon is available on YouTube, but if you just want to hear me read, you can do so in the second (of three) videos starting a little after 2:45.



I listened to more reading for a while after I was done, but I also had to take breaks to obtain coffee. The previous time I’d gone, they sold snacks and drinks all night, but they didn’t this year. They did have coffee and tea available free for a while but ran out. I spent some time chit chatting with other attendees. I went back into the theatre and may have dozed off for a while. (After the marathon was over, I did go back and read the sections I had missed.) Eventually, they did start selling food again and also served free malasadas (Portuguese fried dough) which are really better if eaten still warm.

They shut down the theatre and people went back up to the third floor, but there were also several overflow rooms which were less crowded and, hence, more comfortable. The actor who read the final chapter was very good. The Epilogue is brief and was received with thunderous applause. They gave out bags to the hardy souls who had spent the whole day and night. There was a poster (which I declined, as it would be too awkward to carry home), but also a book of pictures, a bumper sticker, and some stickers.

Overall, this was an excellent weekend. I’d been to the Moby Dick Marathon before (in 2023) and I found this ran even more smoothly, despite the crowds. I still consider the book to be THE Great American Novel and find new things in it every time I read it (or hear it read). This experience is, in particular, a great way to appreciate Melville’s humor. For example, I know many people dread Cetology (the chapter describing whales, which is horribly inaccurate scientifically) but this was an audience that was able to laugh along with it.

I walked back to the hotel and retrieved my bag. I decided it was worth taking a Lyft to Providence to avoid having to either go all the way to Boston and back out by train (which would take over 3 hours) or to wait nearly 5 hours for the direct Peter Pan bus. I’ll write about that part of the trip in a separate post.

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