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Jan. 11th, 2026 12:32 pmStill not dead but also still sick, so that's great. At this point I'm constantly congested and constantly exhausted. Bodies were a mistake.
子非鱼 (Zi Fei Yu): Fanfic: imagine a life (but surely hell)
Jan. 11th, 2026 11:17 amRating: T
Length: 100 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: The title is from Flight (extract 1) by Yu Jian, translated by Simon Patton, and A Single Woman’s Bedroom by Yi Lei, translated by Tracy K. Smith and Changtai Bi.
Summary: Lin Fei belongs to Ji Leyu.
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Weekly proof of life: media, if nothing else
Jan. 11th, 2026 12:35 pm(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:
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There's a line in the earth and I want to walk over it
Jan. 11th, 2026 06:08 pmWe were promised apocalyptic storms and snow all weekend, but apart from a bit of sleet on the ground yesterday, and now some wind that keeps blowing our green bin out of the front garden and onto the footpath, the dire warnings were not necessary in this part of the world. Nevertheless, it was a weekend for hunkering down at home, although I was out at the sports centre for my classes yesterday and my swim this morning (nearly slipping over on the ice as I walked there both days), and Matthias and I did a quick run into town to return a bunch of library books this morning. The heating has been on almost constantly all week, and I supplemented it last night with a fire in the wood-burning stove. I added branches from the Christmas wreath, and the whole living room smelt of pine sap.
The combination of global politics and some difficult stuff with my family back in Australia have rendered me incapable of getting to sleep without watching dialogue-free cottagecore videos of Youtubers gardening, cooking and cleaning their cosy houses, but between that, and deliberately selecting yoga classes which feature kittens (my yoga teacher fosters cats, and tends to foster mother cats with new kittens when she does so), and ruthless avoidance of social media and news websites, I'm doing about as well as I can to manage the situation.
Last night Matthias and I picked the Guillermo del Toro Frankenstein adaptation for our Saturday movie night. It's been over twenty years since I read Shelley's novel, but as far as I could remember, this was a pretty straight adaptation — some characters fleshed out and some details added, but in essence faithful to the ideas of the source material, unsubtle biblical and birth and death metaphors and Victoriana included. This was a real labour of love for del Toro, and he and the cast clearly had a fantastic time bringing the story to life.
This week's reading was two novels, and a couple of SFF short stories, one of which I found bafflingly unsatisfying (the characters' choices and motivations seemed to boil down to 'I love you so I'm going to order my underlings to stop torturing you' and 'I love you so I'm going to forgive the fact that your underlings tortured me and we are on opposites sides in a cosmic battle, and clearly your side is in the right'), the other of which I found hauntingly folkloric and charming.
The first of the novels was The Lantern Bearers, as I continue to make my way through Rosemary Sutcliff's works for the first time. This one is set at the moment in which the last Roman legions are withdrawn from Britain; our point-of-view character is a legionary who opts to desert rather than forsake his family and their farm in Britain, and then barely survives defending said family and farm against Saxon raiders, in an attack in which his father and most of their employees (their farm does not use slave labour) are killed, the farm is destroyed, and his sister is carried off by the raiders and later goes on to marry one of them and bear his child (with, it is assumed, not much choice in the matter). Aquila — the protagonist — is left embittered and broken, unmoored in the aftermath, drifting into the orbit of the remnants of the Romano-British order, pushed out into what is now Wales, struggling to hold back the tide. Here we are treated both to a retelling of some Welsh Arthuriana, and also a very painful personal story of the limits of revenge as a motivating factor, and how to survive and carve out a life when you are hollowed out by grief and loss. I liked it a lot, but found in this book that Sutcliff's appparent absolute lack of interest in the interior lives of women almost tipped over at times into actual misogyny, which I had to essentially push aside and ignore in order to enjoy and appreciate the story she was interested in telling.
Also, sentiments like:
'I sometimes think we stand at sunset. It may be that the night will close over us in the end, but I believe that morning will come again. Morning always grows again out of the darkness, though maybe not for the people who saw the sun go down. We are the Lantern Bearers, my friend; for us to keep something burning, to carry what light we can forward into the darkness and the wind.'
are almost painfully relevant but also excruciatingly optimistic, given the state of the world. Ooof.
Finally, I picked up The Silver Bone (Andrey Kurkov, translated from the Russian by Boris Dralyuk), the first in a series of historical mystery novels set in post-First World War Kyiv. This one takes place in 1919, at a point when the city kept changing hands between White Russian, Red Army, and Ukrainian nationalist control, and Kyiv residents are just trying to keep their heads down and survive. Kurkov strikes a great balance between conveying both the terror (the novel begins with the protagonist's father's death before his eyes at the hands of a bayonet-wielding Cossack, an attack which he survives but costs him his ear), and the absurdity (all these different armies keep issuing different documentation and currency and the population struggles to know what to use, in the end settling on bartering things like fuel, salt and sugar, which at least remain useful no matter who is in charge). Via a convoluted series of almost comedic events, Samson (the protagonist) falls into a job working with the police while Kyiv is under shaky Soviet control, and, after overhearing (via an almost magical realist mechanism) the nefarious plans of a pair of Red Army soldiers who have commandeered most of his flat, he has his first case to crack. There's also a charming subplot about Samson's halting courtship of Nadezhda, an earnest, idealistic young woman who works in the Soviet bureau of statistics. In terms of historical mysteries, I would say this is heavier on the history and lighter on the mystery — a great evocation of a city and its people experiencing (as they are also, tragically, now) turbulent change. I'm very much looking forward to the following books in the series.
I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon watching the rain on the windows and the wood pigeons frolicking in the hedgerows over the road, as the weekend draws to its grey, windy close.
The Day in Spikedluv (Saturday, Jan 10)
Jan. 11th, 2026 09:12 amI 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.
The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury
Jan. 11th, 2026 08:30 am
Tales of America's thrilling genocide on and colonization of Mars!
The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury
Yuletide 2025
Jan. 11th, 2026 01:18 pmMore A Comment Than A Question (2285 words) by ryfkah
Fandom: The Day Before the Revolution - Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed - Ursula K. Le Guin
Characters: Laia Asieo Odo, Sadik (The Dispossessed)
Odo!
“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.
I wrote the following stories:
Flowering (4850 words) by raven
Fandom: The Chronicles of Chrestomanci - Diana Wynne Jones
Relationships: Cat Chant & Christopher Chant
Characters: Cat Chant, Christopher Chant, Millie Chant
Additional Tags: Coming of Age, Queer Themes
Summary:
“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
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.
'Cause your eyes are the green of tornado skies
Jan. 11th, 2026 08:05 am
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.
I am so spooky, I'm the shit, I am the living aspect of the infinite.
Jan. 11th, 2026 07:08 amAfter game on Friday, the cough and more problematic hoarse voice came roaring back. I finally had to cancel both games because I had no voice, and I just felt kind of shitty. I felt horribly bad about it, but I just couldn't. Jess convinced me to take the first blast of a steroid dose pack, so I started on that. I was resisting because it makes me moody and bitchy normally. Though as Jess pointed out, I've not taken them with the Astartys or Vyvanse, so the "you must chill" job that it does might blunt some of the side effects. We shall see. I just took my second dose, and my god those things are vile. They have no coating, so they start melting the moment you put them in your mouth, and they are nasty tasting.
Yesterday, I did put on clothes long enough to take my sister to the garage to have her car done. She'll go today to pick it up. She says she'll have BIL take her, but we'll see. I suspect I'll be taking her after game, but we'll see.
I have a game this morning that I'm not dming for, so hopefully that one won't be a problem. I'll just mute until I have to speak, and that'll be fine. This afternoon, I plan to do nothing, except maybe get our Bake Off on. The season's been done for nearly 4 months, I know who wins, but I still want to watch it.
We have another contender in the dress bonanza. I like this one too, but I'm still deciding. Neither of the top contenders have pockets, which is annoying, but I got a little black cross body bag that'll cover me for the basics.
Which dress looks better?
I know it's hard to tell, because literally all I did was throw on a bra and the dress. Just imagine it with my hair looking like it's been brushed and with black flats and a pair of nice tights on. (also, tights, nude or sheer black? I can't decide.)
I would also like to do some work on the cruise, so that I can get everyone checked in. I do need to get travel insurance, just in case we get sick in Vancouver, or on the cruise as well. I'm going to compare some plans, and go from there. We're all basically healthy, so it shouldn't be terrible.
For dinner, I actually need to cook. Pork chops with garlic pirogies and sour cream and sauerkraut (if desired). I think it'll be delicious.
Tomorrow shall be work. I'm sure my counterpart will be back, so I'll be doing a little more phones, little less wheeling and dealing, though we'll see. I know I have a few people to call back about their appts to move them to a different location. Certain insurances don't want to allow patients to schedule at hospital connected radiology centers, because there's a facility fee, and they don't want to pay that. But our system is not sophisticated enough to block it, so people book and then I call them and move them. It's a pain in my ass, and the least favorite part of my job. Fortunately, I can also send them messages through the portal, so sometimes I do that as well.
We've got like five patients this week and I've gotten through to one. Which I 100% understand. I don't answer my phone either. Though on most phones, we come up as Johns Hopkins or at least "Medical." So I'd probably answer.
Time to go forth and prepare for this game. Hopefuly, I can make myself heard with my still-hoarse voice. Everyone have a stupendous Saturday!
January bridleways
Jan. 11th, 2026 11:22 am
A bright cold morning, the fields silvered with frost, and the paths an entertaining mix of ice and mud.
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Jan. 11th, 2026 01:23 pmThe second book I attempted to console with me went well for the first half, and then, early in the second part of the duology, I hit another scene that had me asking myself "should I push through this in hopes for good things ahead?" And eventually, I decided against pushing through. Reading is fun. Reading is a hobby. It will continue being a fun hobby if I treat it like one, not like some kind of solemn duty I have towards the books that I bought. Or something.
I am not interested in recs (at all!!), but what's the name of that site that was supposed to be a better alternative to Goodreads?
Choices (7)
Jan. 11th, 2026 10:25 amSister Linnet Whitterby, of the sisterhood that was associated with St Wilfrid’s Church, looked down at the neat bundles of wool and said that they had done a good morning’s work. The ladies of the working party would be very pleased – was seldom they had such good wool to work with – was mostly a matter of unravelling, not fine and new.
Nora – Lady Eleanor Upweston – stroked one of the hanks and said, indeed would be a pleasure to work with! Then sighed. But I daresay I shall be going out of Town very shortly – 'tis considered entirely prudent that Myo should remove to Worblewood sooner rather than later –
For she understood, in the rather discreet way it was hinted before young unmarried women, that her sister-in-law, Hermione, Countess of Trembourne, was in the way to becoming a mother. That was entirely delightful. The household already contained her elder sister Grissie – Griselda, Lady Undersedge’s – toddling son Edmund and daughter Adelaide still at breast, and they were charming, but Nora was entire eager to see more babies and children bringing life to Trembourne House.
Indeed country air must be entirely the best thing, said Sister Linnet, that would no doubt consider it part of her duty to remain in the East End throughout the worst of a London summer. Aggie – Nora’s cousin Lady Agatha, that was married to Mr Hugh Lucas, Hughie, the incumbent of St Wilfrid’s – always sent their children to his parent’s country rectory during the hottest months.
Quite so, said Nora, and Surgeon-Major Hicks has promised to come visit – his exercizes do her a deal of good – but he would wish to keep her under observation. And besides that matter of his theories of how to improve damaged limbs &C, when was in India also gained a deal of more general experience.
One of the other sisters came in with tea and a plate of biscuits, looked about, praised their work, and said she would be about putting it in the storeroom.
Sister Linnet poured tea, and enquired after Lady Theodora.
Alas, said Nora, Lord and Lady Pockinford still show no disposition to permitting her to come visit her sister here –
For the Tractarian leanings of Hughie Lucas, that appealed very strongly to his sister-in-law, were quite anathema to the Evangelical views of her parents.
– and anyway, they will very shortly be going to Shropshire – everybody seems to be leaving Town about the election – she sighed – there is Undersedge off to their coal-mining district, and Grissie getting matters in order for the decampment to Monks Garrowby – Jimsie – Trembourne – feels obliged to go spend some time at Carlefour Castle even though 'tis let, out of family tradition – but at least may present Myo’s apologies. Thea will say, that she dares say 'twill be less of an ordeal now that Simon has sailed for Peru, though she then says that is wicked uncharitable of her and sure Simon had been improving considerable.
Excessive scrupulosity is a great burden, in particular when it is applied wholesale around! Sometimes we have a little of that amongst the sisters.
Nora gave a little sigh, thinking of her late father’s tedious hypochondriacal whims, and nodded her head.
So, went on Sister Linnet, the Undersedges will not be at Worblewood?
No – Jimsie and Myo – and Lady Saythingport – and Lewis – and Myo’s brothers Lord Peregrine and Lord Lucius, that are not in the least like the late Lord Talshaw, very civil young men – and Jimsie has had the most agreeable letter from Mr Chilfer, that is a great savant in archaeological matters, that he is entirely free to come about some preliminary excavations – I think we may be a comfortable party. We shall all be in mourning, so will not be going out in company –
Such a relief! thought Nora.
Will not your mother, the Dowager Lady Trembourne, be with you?
Oh! cried Nora, did I not tell you? How could I have forgot that news! We had a letter from Mama, in Baden-Baden, saying that she had been quite in seclusion for several months, but now goes recruit her health and spirits at that spaw. 'Tis all very mysterious. One must suppose, Grissie says, that her nerves were more shaken by Papa’s shocking sudden death than one would have anticipated.
Indeed that had been shocking, for all had supposed the late Lord Trembourne an entire malade imaginaire, so his sudden demise, and being found in an exceedingly low part of Town, had given rise to considerable scandal and speculation. But that fine physician Dr Asterley had give evidence that His Lordship had shown very inclined to the beguilements of galvanic quacks, entirely the worst thing in his condition.
The clock on the mantelpiece began to chime, and Sister Linnet said that Lady Eleanor was welcome to join the sisters in the refectory for their midday meal. Nora sighed and said that would be most agreeable, but she felt obliged to return to Trembourne House.
Sister Linnet responded that they would not in the least stand between her and family duties, then conveyed to her certain messages to pass on to Thea.
One did not like to say, Nora thought in the carriage as it drove through the shabby streets, that it was not entirely easy these days to have free communication with Thea! Did Nora go call at Pockinford House they were positively chaperoned by Lady Pockinford, that seemed to suppose that did she not, Nora would covertly admit a Jesuit priest that would steal Thea away into a nunnery.
Aha! She had it! She would go call upon Zipsie Rondegate, around about the time that she was having her singing and pianoforte lessons with Miss McKeown and Miss Lewis, that Thea also attended.
Perchance, Nora brooded, she was just a little jealous of this friendship that had sprung up 'twixt Thea and Zipsie founded in their mutual musical interests, but one could not deny that Zipsie showed an excellent good friend. Had found this means of enabling Thea to continue her singing lessons – Dumpling Dora having got into one of her frets over Thea going all by herself to visit the ladies in the modest quarter where they resided, even accompanied by a maid – encouraged her –
Sure Zipsie was quite a different person now she was married! It must be a great relief, Nora realized, to be quit of all the demands of being on the Marriage Market – all the constraints of what you must or must not do or risk becoming completely unmarriageable, as well as all the worries about not taking. Nora sighed.
When there had been that dreadful, that terrible, that sickening proposition that her father seemed entire complacent about, that she should wed the late Viscount Talshaw, Nora, that had been teased by her friends at the Miss Barnards’ school for her strict adherence to rules, had been almost tempted to do something that would put her entirely out of the running, if only she could think what. Beg Gerry Merrett, that was ever ready for a lark, to escort her to Cremorne, mayhap? Except that that might have come to having to marry Gerry, that seemed rather hard on him.
But here they were already entering entirely different broader streets. Nora straightened her posture and put on her family face.
There was somewhat of a bustle in Grissie’s parlour – a visitor? – a young man, in mourning – o, 'twas Myo’s brother, Lord Peregrine, that one supposed should now be styled Lord Talshaw? – kissing Lady Saythingport and remarking that he was now a Bachelor of Arts of Oxford – was staying with the Grigsons –
Came bow over Nora’s hand with great civility, remarked that he saw she was still making lace, with a nod at her lace-pillow on a table.
Do I have time, she murmured, along with wonderings in which everyone joined as to whether the fancy-bazaar for the benefit of the orphanage would take place as intended.
O, indeed 'twill, sighed Thea when Nora called at the Rondegates’ very impressive establishment in Belgravia. Mama will be entire worn to a rag and then we depart quite immediate for Shropshire and all the matter of election balls and entertaining the county, mayhap when 'tis all over we may prevail upon her to go recruit somewhere – mayhap by the seaside?
Zipsie, at the pianoforte, played what Nora fancied one of her improvisations that had a pretty effect suggesting little waves upon the sand.
Perchance, said Nora, one might get Lady Demington to persuade her?
Mayhap, said Thea. But I must confess, I shall be glad to have all that to occupy me – and then to be out of Town –
Oh? Nora raised her eyebrows.
Good, said Zipsie, here is tea. Let us go sit down in comfort.
As they disposed themselves, Zipsie disclosed that Mrs Knowles had become apprized of Thea’s rendering of Miss Billston’s settings of Lady Jane Knighton’s translations of certain poems of Sappho –
Lady Jane desired another private recital, said Thea, and while I was there Mrs Knowles called about some subscription concert and musical charities business. And Lady Jane mentioned what we had been about, and Mrs Knowles said that she had heard very well of Miss Billston’s talents, and sure I could hardly refuse to sing for her –
Indeed not, said Nora. Mrs Knowles, that was married to the brother of the Duchess of Mulcaster, that was something exceeding wealthy in the City, and was herself one of the Ferraby connexion? Quite famed not only for her own music parties and patronage of musicians but for her own talents as a pianist?
And she waxed positive effusive – did I ever consider a somewhat more public performance – as it might be at one of her musical soirées – it would be a shame for the songs to blush unseen – and I do entirely see that they should be better known –
But, o, Nora, I am thrown into entire panic at the thought of the matter becoming known! And performing!
Zipsie handed them teacups and gestured to the cake-stand. She cleared her throat and remarked that Rondegate had informed her that there was a certain amount of scandal attached to the life of Sappho: but that one could not in the least object to these particular lyrics.
Nora and Thea blushed and gazed from one to another in even greater confusion.
Gosh, isn't it great
Jan. 12th, 2026 07:57 pmI guess that's one more advantage of being fictional!
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I am rapidly concluding that the B5 books are CURSED
Jan. 10th, 2026 10:17 pmThe original process was this:
I'd known about the existence of the B5 script books vaguely for a while, but hadn't really thought of buying them before. In October, when I came back from traveling, I googled it and found a massive site called "B5 Books" that had authorized editions of all the B5-related books available, which was a lot of them, not just the script books but tons of other stuff as well.
They had closed yesterday.
But wait! They were staying open through the weekend (like 2 more days) because they'd had technical issues. So I splurged and ordered an absolute ton of books (about 2/3 of the total script books out there, mainly focused on episodes I especially wanted to read about). I would have preferred to order just one to find out a) what the books were like, and b) what their customer service was like, but ... closing in 2 days! So I gave them my credit card info for a quantity of books that I don't want to think too closely about.
A month went by.
I got a shipping notice and a tracking number, and and then a box arrived .... with 2 books in it.
I contacted customer service (a bit nervously, in the hopes they'd still actually answer). To their credit, they were very quick to respond; evidently there was a second tracking email I hadn't received for some reason, for the box with most of the rest of the books in it. (They sent me a free digital book to make up for the emotional distress, too - they were really nice.)
This was back in December, and I was leaving on the 13th, Saturday, so I periodically checked the tracking info for the box. It showed up in Fairbanks over the previous weekend, and showed that it was supposed to deliver on Monday.
Monday came and went. About mid-week, the tracking info showed that it had traveled out of Fairbanks again. (Why??) I had visions of the box going all the way back to the sender for some reason. Meanwhile, I had planned to spend the last couple of days before I left diving into my new books, but as the week ticked down and it continued to tease me ... I guess not. Finally, on Friday, I got an actual "out for delivery" notice, and then a notice that a "pick up at post office" slip had been left. Also, Friday was our last day of actual mail delivery (we'd put a hold on it until after Christmas that started on Saturday and went for 2 weeks, i.e. about the amount of time that the post office will hold a box - you know, this box with $100s of books in it). I was headed to the airport Saturday afternoon, but I figured it should be possible to stop by the post office on the way.
I picked up the mail.
No slip.
I thought, okay, maybe I picked up an early batch (yesterday's? our mailbox is on the highway and both the mail delivery and our collection of it is kind of haphazard) so when Orion got home a few hours later, I asked if there had been a slip in the mailbox.
Nope!
So now my package is on hold at the post office, I GUESS, with no ability to redeliver and our mail delivery not starting until after the approximate return to sender date. We hunted all around the mailbox just in case it had been dropped. No slip.
I ended up printing out the tracking number and taking that to the post office on our way to the airport, and that DID work and they DID have the box and I got it, YAY. (Orion said that the slip spontaneously showed up in the mailbox when he was headed home after dropping me off, so WHO KNOWS what was up with that.)
Anyway, all of that ended up working out in the end, and I enjoyed the books so much that I went on Amazon to see if I could find used copies of the ones I didn't have. I ordered a few more, and I just checked the shipping info and discovered that one of them - from a 3rd party Amazon seller - was sent via Fedex and supposedly delivered on Thursday afternoon, i.e. 2 days ago.
Guess what I don't seem to have!
Orion says that Fedex often leaves deliveries in random places around the yard - he's found them on piles of construction supplies, left at the door of the shop instead of the house, etc. Inauspiciously, it snowed a few inches last night, so everything is covered with fresh snow. Also, it was dark. Still, we took flashlights and went and hunted high and low in all the places that a package might be, ranging from likely (covered with snow beside the door) to unlikely but possible (at the doors of the various outbuildings like the greenhouse, on top of random vehicles in the yard) to the highly unlikely (at our road sign, in our mailbox). Not a single sign of it! I don't know if it was delivered to some other house, mistakenly marked as delivered when it's actually fallen under the delivery truck seat, or if a very soggy B5 book is going to turn up four months later when the snow melts, but seriously, WHAT EVEN. I've never had a book go missing like this in all the time I've been ordering used books off Amazon!
Anyway, further updates from the B5 script books are coming soon, and maybe I'll have this particular book eventually, or maybe not.

