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Jan. 12th, 2026 08:41 am
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The arrangements that were possible

It was very gratifying, Julius Roberts considered, to be warmly welcomed entirely in the capacity of an esteemed fellow scientist at the Oxford Botanic Garden! For although he had made some several visits to Oxford over the years – been desired to look over various College gardens – perchance examine some manuscript account compiled by a Fellow in past time – he had ever had a somewhat uneasy feeling that he owed that hospitality to the connexions made by way of the club for fellows of the disposition in Town. And mayhap because he was known a close friend of Beauf – Lord Sallington!

But it was very pleasant to talk botany and plants and hothouses and this fine matter of bringing a historic garden into more modern ways and not to feel that his interlocutors’ thoughts were also upon his lovely dusky arse. Sure Chumball, and others of his set, never went be encroaching, but one could not ignore that there was a certain yearning in the air!

It was also agreeable to be away from the purlieux of Nitherholme and Fendersham Hall. It had been tiresome enough when Drew Fendersham and his cronies had been quite running wild about the countryside with their hound-trails and other pursuits – there had even been a midnight steeplechase or two, one was exceedingly relieved that there had been no broken necks. But now Lord Fendersham himself had returned – Elthorne, the hermit of the moors, that had at one time had a classical education, had chuckled and remarked, did not one mind upon Odysseus expelling the suitors from Ithaca?

While there was also an anticipation that Beauf would shortly be coming to Nitherholme: 'twould doubtless be a family party, with his father the Duke and very like his stepmother and assorted brothers, to support the Whig interest about the place.

Indeed, the place became a little desolate, not only lacking Beauf’s company while he was in Town about being a dutiful son and elder brother, but now that Polly Fendersham had finally left for Peru. He had been a little tempted himself to that jaunt – fancied that the Spanish Americas were a deal less perilous for one with some degree of African ancestry than the United States! – had read fascinating stories in Lord Offgrange’s account of his travels there – but he had work upon hand with his botanical study of the moors –

Besides, 'twould mean a deal of a long while parted from Beauf.

Julius smiled to himself. He would be going to Town, and while he would be staying with his parents, there would be opportunities to meet, even with all this bustling upheaval over the impending election. Especially as he apprehended that Lady Isabella was still recruiting in the country and thus not requiring to be squired around the events of the Season by an elder brother.

Hulloa! Roberts! I did not know you were in Oxford.

Julius blinked and emerged from his brown study, to observe Cuthbert Davison.

Davison! How d’you do? Have just been having a fine convocation at the Botanic Garden.

Ah, one might anticipate they would be glad to draw upon your understandings of plants! – do you stay long in Oxford?

No – go up to Town tomorrow, to assure m’mother the famed Seraphine that I am still in life and health, and not being starved by Mrs Dunstall. But what are you about these days?

Davison glanced from side to side. Why, I have a deal to tell you. How should it be, did I get my college buttery to put me up a pique-nique, and we might take a little excursion on the river? Now term is done 'twill be exceedingly peaceful.

By this, Julius understood that Davison had somewhat to communicate under discretion. And a jaunt on the river sounded a very agreeable way of passing the rest of the day. He nodded. That sounds delightful, he said.

So here they were, and indeed 'twas exceedingly peaceful. Davison turned out quite the water-man – oh, sure, I never turned out for the Eights but I have ever found rowing a pleasant form of exercize –

They came to an agreeable spot where they might moor the boat and be entirely private.

Julius was in no particular worry that Davison was still like to be yearning towards him: there had been a little awkwardness last year, when he had come visit in order to advize on the possibilities of creating a Persian garden at Nitherholme. Julius had occasionally enjoyed discreet brief passages with other men besides Beauf – surely justified by their frequent separations and, moreover, Beauf’s continuing liaison with Flora? – but it had been apparent that Davison was in hopes of rather more.

Indeed, it soon came about to be quite clear that an entirely new prospect had opened though one that did, one must admit, had its own difficulties

Had been convoking with Lady Rondegate over setting certain ghazals that Mrs Lucas had turned into English verse, and the nature of Persian music, and how one might evoke somewhat of that – for one fancied English ears were not yet ready for the full effect – what a talented and intelligent woman was Lady Rondegate – most amiable – exceedingly hospitable – he had become quite an intimate of the household –

And he found himself developing affections towards Rondegate himself – that were, he fancied, reciprocated

Julius nodded. Had been reported that Rondegate had been seen very little at the club of late and one had wondered whether, having married an agreeable wife, he was one that found he was less indifferent to feminine charms than he had supposed? They were, it was given out, a very fond couple, or at least, presented thus in Society.

But who knew better than he the way of these things? Though the matter was rather different when the lady in the triangle was that fiery creature Flora Ferraby, that disdained marriage and lived an independent life with the companionship of his own sister Hannah.

Well, that is a tangle! he said. 'Tis something to think upon – should wish to open the matter to Beau – to Sallington – 'tis a different situation with Merrett I fancy, Asterley is not part of his domestic circle –

I should not in the least wish to distress Her Ladyship, said Davison in anxious tones.

Why, the situation was indeed delicate – was not sure that he himself was the best fellow to advize – but should do what he might for others of the brotherhood. Would never forget the kindness a troubled young Julius had received in Venice from Marcello Traversini, a fine example to follow.

So once he was in Town, and had dispatched certain family dutifulness, including listening to Seraphine advancing the interest of these learned young ladies that there are these days, entire fitted as wives for men of science

Took himself to the club where he was at last able to foregather with Beauf and have a most agreeable reunion. Then went dine together in one of the private rooms so that they might exchange gossip without interruption.

Beauf spent a little while complaining upon the turmoil that this election brought to the family – and here is Bella, of a sudden decides to take an interest in politics and make herself useful, well, I must concede 'tis a boon to have a pair of hands to odd tasks whilst I assist Papa, but she asks questions

Julius grinned, and then gave a little of the news from Nitherholme. Beauf groaned. Shall have to go there, and make agreeable to Fendersham – no Polly, that must still be at sea, not even yet to Panama –

They agreed that they greatly missed her company.

And while I have all this upon hand, here is Rondegate, not only would desire me to come visit Wepperell Larches – that is in a part of the country that I fancy is still give over not only to the Tory interest, but to that part of it that considers Sir Robert an entire Judas – but in a great romantic complication –

Julius revealed that he knew somewhat of that!

Quite devoted to Zipsie – does not in the least sound to be in the Zellens’ situation – dislikes the thought of deceit, but how can one speak of these matters to a nicely-brought up young woman? Takes nothing away from her –

Lord, he went on, 'twas an entire different matter being brought up among the Raxdell House Phalanstery! Gave one a broader notion of the arrangements that were possible was there affection and kindness – along with an understanding of the necessity of discretion in the eyes of Society –

They fell silent. Julius thought of his mother’s considerable affection – not mere loyalty! – towards the late Lord Raxdell – had a fair notion that she had known how matters stood there 'twixt him and MacDonald: but doubted she would welcome any revelation that her own son was of like disposition.

At length Julius ventured that there was no possibility that Lady Rondegate had Sapphic inclinations?

Only, I suspect, towards whichever Muse 'tis that governs music! But she may have some apprehension that they exist – there is another impending trouble over Thea Saxorby being persuaded to sing the settings of certain lyrics by Sappho by that lady whom m’father refers to as that jealous hag Billston, for my aunt Jane, and the matter becoming bruited about –

How very fortunate, Julius remarked, that Lady Theodora’s brother Simon is somewhere on the high seas bound for Peru. But – Wepperell Larches, you say. Rondegate has said somewhat to me about the gardens – sadly neglected – would greatly appreciate my opinion –

Beauf chuckled. From what my aunt Martha tells me of their visit, you would find yourself quite besieged by the local gentry about their gardens and I daresay about what they believe to be some rare orchid that grows in their park –

Julius groaned. 'Tis ever some rare orchid that they wish to boast of. But 'tis an eligible plan – would Lady Rondegate be traveling with him?

I apprehend that she is in such condition that bouncing about in a carriage over the roads in those parts is not advized.

Ah. So, a bachelor party, then.

They looked at one another. At length Beauf said, I daresay one might be obliged to call upon the talents of Lady Bexbury in the matter, but – not just yet.


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Jan. 11th, 2026 03:23 am
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Dear Eric: My husband has just one sibling, a brother. For many years, we all invited each other to celebrate birthdays, anniversaries and other holidays. A few years ago, my brother-in-law and his wife stopped inviting us. (They still invite my husband's parents to everything).

We don't know the reason; there was no fight or misunderstanding or awkward interactions. We in turn no longer invite them to our smaller occasions. Weddings and other big occasions are different; everyone is invited.

However, every time we are celebrating our birthdays or anniversary, my husband starts insisting on inviting his brother. No matter how many times I remind him that they no longer invite us, he says it is still his only sibling and it's important to him that his brother be there.

I refuse to agree to invite them, the only exception I make is for my husband's birthday because that's him we are celebrating so he can invite them if he wants. They attend his birthday but do not reciprocate. It's very weird.

I still cannot figure out why it's important to have people at our table that do not care about seeing us at theirs.

Can you help me formulate a response that would stop my husband from asking me to invite them? Apparently my saying no every time for years and explaining why is not sufficient. I am tired of these arguments, and it does not change anything. I need an ironclad reason that he will agree with.

– Tired of the One-Way Street


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the personal stuff

Jan. 12th, 2026 03:19 pm
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I had a week off work - I think it was more a "work doesn't want to see full numbers of people back in the office until halfway through January, so if there's anyone who can be taken off the work roster during this time, do it".

Which, I had generally a good week, got some good writing in, managed to rejig the part of Nullifae 1 which had been giving me trouble, and have sorted out the "losing the mentor" part of the story and how we get there. Also, discovered a few things that will be relevant in later books (when we get there). A relief.

On Tuesday, B1 and I went to see the Ashes 5th Test at the Sydney Cricket Ground, had a good day of watching Aussies bat, a couple of hundreds gained, one of my sister's favourite cricketers play what could well have been his last innings (but wasn't), and saw Australia get ahead to the tune of about 230 runs - a nice cushion.

On Monday, we lost a chicken.

tw: not a peaceful going

Carambar was supposed to be one of our 'long-lived' girls. We bought two of a newly-developed heritage breed that were supposed to lay many eggs while still keeping going. It might be that their bloodlines may need a bit more breeding to properly settle, because the first one died with possible neurological issues having never laid an egg, and Carambar only laid for about 12 months before developing complications with laying, and needing a chip to keep her from laying.

She was otherwise perfectly healthy and surviving well. Unfortunately, while both B1 and myself were away from home, the neighbour's dog got out, chased her out of the yard and under the house. When we got her out (after the neighbour came and reclaimed her dog), she had been bitten about the head enough that she was bleeding and injured, and when we got her to the vet it turned out her wing was broken. We didn't have the resources and energy to try to get her back to health, so we had to have her put down.

The neighbour paid for the vet bill, but we're still furious about her dogs. She's nearly 70 and has two bouncing, energetic young spaniel-type dogs that she has always struggled to keep on a leash, and which she's been nice white lady oblivious to anything but her joy in gossipy conversation when walking them. They're probably companionship for her - her son is married, and her daughter self-terminated about 7 years ago - but she's not up to controlling them, and they keep getting out of her place. She's always apologetic, but that doesn't stop the fact that one of our chickens died because of her dogs!


Anyway. That was the start of the week.

By Wednesday the temperatures were rising, by Saturday it was nutso. 42C by 6pm...and then our street power went off. Just our street. *sigh*

A friend invited me over for a swim, and I spent a lovely hour in her pool with her youngest daughter, and then about 20 minutes discussing politics with her husband, brother-in-law, and older daughter. And when I went home, the power was back on again.

Today - first day back at work - has been tiring, but nothing dire. I did go to the gym this morning, and ended up walking 1. I have a call to Jury Duty, but I suspect I can't get out of it this time. Although my boss has just messaged me - apparently contracting is considered 'self-employed', so I might have a chance not to lose 3 months worth of income...

Poem: "The Five Books of Woodslore"

Jan. 11th, 2026 11:45 pm
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Poem: "The Five Books of Woodslore"

Jan. 11th, 2026 11:41 pm
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This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It fills the "In the Wilderness" square in my 1-1-25 card for the Public Domain Day Bingo fest. It was sponsored by a pool with [personal profile] fuzzyred.

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Fly-by

Jan. 11th, 2026 11:14 pm
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Vacation is done. It's back to work in just a few hours.

Catch you all later.
-C

An unexpected revelation

Jan. 11th, 2026 11:56 pm
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Had a person wander into the 2nd floor corridor looking for the women's washroom. Alas, our 2nd floor women's washroom stopped being functional this week end so all I had to offer was three gender neutral washrooms... one of which is usually the men's.

Then it occurred to me the corridor she came from is from the "new" part of Hagey, the accounting section. While she was hesitating, looking unhappy at the choices offered, I asked if that was where she was from. She said yes, so I told her that section has a very nice (zero barrier) women's on the main floor. Off she went.

Once she was gone, it struck me as odd that she would wander as far as old Hum looking for a washroom.t.

I mentioned this to my supervisor and yeah, apparently because it's an expansion of Hagey, it didn't have to have all the amenities an independent building of the same size would have to have. Thus the comparative lack of washrooms, and a total lack of elevators.

Unpleasant News Sunday

Jan. 11th, 2026 11:46 pm
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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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And now, I bring you --- believe it or not --- my last pictures from Plopsaland De Panne, in a race between the last hours of the day and the last bit of my camera battery charge, forcing me to take fewer and fewer shots. Which! Will! Win!

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The Viking boat ride, and as you can see, several people shooting the water guns at people. You have to hand-crank the wheels on their sides to pump water through, which is how they make a game of it.


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A small indoor area that we thought might be a gift shop; it's instead a bunch of kiddie rides and themed to that clown from the other day. And you can see a theater there, but we didn't see anything happening there.


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We were delighted to find a tunnel-of-love style ride, Het Bos van Plop (Plop's Woods) an indoor boat ride through scenes. It was themed to Plop, a series about a gnome community that gave off Smurf vibes but more human-shaped.


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Boat coming up, ready for us. The dark and steady movement mean pictures were really hard to get. There's a TV screen you can make out over there showing the safety spiel.


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Part of entering the woods; there's a really nice decor of forest and miniature houses and, like, mouse-drawn sleighs and things like that.


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A gnomic watermill that I imagine we'd know something about if we knew the show. There's a lot of figures here, many of them in steady motion.


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And here's a delight, Plop's Woods's own amusement park, with a little Ferris wheel. There were other rides too and it made me think of the 'prehistoric amusement park' in the cave train ride at Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk.


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Back to Heidi: the Ride for another ride. Here's a view of how much queue space they have and how much wood they put into making it.


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And back for one more ride, this time going for a back-row seat.


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You'd buy this as the workshop of a Swiss Mountain-Living-Uncle of the 19th century, right? Look at all that stuff that could otherwise have been on the walls of a Cracker Barrel.


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And our last ride for the day, The Ride to Happiness. I was trying to get a video fo the welcome spiel and failed.


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But I did photograph this sign, of an award given in English to the park, in Belgium, where the languages are French and Dutch.


Trivia: A visitor to New York City in 1719 lamented that the city had ``but one little Bookseller's Shop'', which is more than Maryland, Virginia, and North and South Carolina had. Source: The Bookstore: A History of the American Bookstore, Even Friss.

Currently Reading: A Call to Arms: Mobilizing America for World War II, Maury Klein.

Baldur's Gate 3: Taviana

Jan. 11th, 2026 11:44 pm
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Ages ago, I said that I was going to start making posts about my various OCs in video game playthroughs since I mainly play TTRPGs. And then, you know, I never actually did it. So, since I actually managed to spend most of yesterday and today playing Baldur's Gate 3, let's talk about the playthrough that I focused on. Minor spoilers for early Act 3 and a few very, very broad ones for Acts 1-2.

Meet Taviana.



More under the cut. )
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“A history of post-viral conditions,” an excerpt from Invisible Illness at Sick Times, excerpted from INVISIBLE ILLNESS: A HISTORY, FROM HYSTERIA TO LONG COVID by Emily Mendenhall.
Medicine has transformed radically since Hippocrates. yet, there remains reticence to embrace the ways in which viral infections fuel long-term neurological and systemic disorders that can radically transform someone’s health. The striking parallels between the Spanish flu and post-viral syndromes that have emerged throughout history emphasize how much information we do have, and how history may be our greatest teacher.


"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."

(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.
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Original art rec: Put the light out | Turn the light on by thisdisasterauthor @ tumblr

I put this in my tumblr queue almost a year ago and it finally spat out again today. And I still really like it a lot so I'm linking it here too.

Artist's summary:
Awhile ago I was hit by the similar but opposing natures of fire towers and lighthouses, and I wanted to explore that more. Both lonely, out of the way stations worked in isolation in sometimes extreme conditions, both tasked with protecting large swathes of people they will never meet or probably even see. Yet one is about spotting light in the distance and putting it out, while the other is about turning on the light within and shining it out.

HP fic rec: The Sum Of Their Parts

Jan. 12th, 2026 02:57 pm
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The Sum of Their Parts (138205 words) by holdmybeer
Chapters: 11/11
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Susan Bones, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Portrait Dorea Black Potter, Andromeda Black Tonks, Dean Thomas, Ernie Macmillan, Anthony Goldstein, Hannah Abbott, Molly Weasley, Teddy Lupin, Fleur Delacour
Additional Tags: trio, Oaths & Vows, Dark Lord Harry Potter
Summary:

For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would become a Dark Lord. For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would take down the Ministry or die trying. He should have known that Hermione and Ron wouldn't let him do it alone.



--

Welp.

I never read much HP fiction for the most part, even when the fandom was a big thing. But this? I think I saw a post on Pinterest that mentioned a Dark Lord Harry story and I went looking for it.

Hoo boy. Did I find it!

This is a full and satisfying and complete read. It's the kind of thing that I, as someone who's been writing in fandom, would love to have written. It's hugely popular (at least by my standards) and brilliantly done.

Character-perfect, with a believable plot, and excellent extrapolations, it marks the story of how Harry takes on the Ministry of Magic in an attempt to make the Wizarding World better, never mind that it will see him labelled a 'Dark Lord' and enemy of the Ministry. And sweet holy FUCK does it do a spectacular job of telling the story!

There are some really excellent lines in there, but the one that made me laugh out loud, even in the midst of dark shit going down was:
“Bad Dark Lord. Bad! No biscuit,” George said. Then he smiled, a little wry and a little tired. “I won't let you take the fall when I'm the one cheerfully working with a Dark Lord. You can't defend yourself under Veritaserum. Why should I?”

The author doesn't have any other works to their name; this is a one-shot under a psued (nobody drops this quality of writing out of nowhere), and it's bloody good.

It's long - 11 hours reading time, or so AO3 helpfully informs us, so set aside a good couple of days for it in-between your regular programming. Or else be prepared to binge-read it in the oldest traditions of fandom.
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A Parent Trap AU where the twins (either set) don't end up at the same sleepaway camp, but then do some kind of DNA matching thing to try to find out about their missing parent/if they have siblings, and discover the whole situation, because their parents never came clean to them about it.

I can't figure out a plot, so maybe just a brief drabble or something?

Either set of twins would be interesting for this; with the original set, it would add a lot because they'd possibly be grandparents by that point, so this could be something their kids suggest, as a "oh, now there's this way you might be able to find out more" (of course, for the twin raised by the father, there is definitely the "this is the name on the mother on the birth certificate", although in the remake IIRC she does know her mother's name?), and then discover that there's a sibling, and meeting the sibling and realizing it has to be a twin, and trying to figure out, at this late date, the mystery of what the fuck happened.

Or with the remake twins, the parents are likely still around, and so there could be a lot of either demanding answers, or some kind of "whoops, it's the other twin who comes for Christmas".

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