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Sep. 12th, 2025 06:49 am
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It's been more than 24 hours since my smoke alarm last went off. Maybe it's the lower temperatures, or maybe it's the closed windows because of the lower temperatures, but I care way less about the explanation than the actual fact.

I seem to have relearned how to sleep. Again, maybe temperature, maybe late-night (for me on a weeknight) circumflatulation.

I've made plans and bought tickets for not one but two nights when I'll need to wear latex in New York*, namely Fetish Tribe, and QXT's. Don't google the former from work. So much for packing light. Yup, I'm definitely psyched.



*The goth joint, QXT's, is actually in Newark, NJ, which is a commuter train ride away. Good thing New York has commuter trains that run outside rush hour! Ahem.
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I'd been posting reviews to LiveJournal since April of 2014 but on September 12, 2014, James Nicoll Reviews went live, with a review of Robert A. Heinlein's Between Planets.
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It's time for Bo to leave doomed San Francisco behind... just as soon as she completes one final task.

Awake in the Floating City by Susanna Kwan

This day started so well

Sep. 11th, 2025 10:01 pm
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And then drove off a fucking cliff.

this is long and I don't know how many more times I can get knocked down )


I do have some community recs

[personal profile] spook_me is back Multi-Fandom Halloween Ficathon

[community profile] trickortreatex A low stress exchange based on Halloween and Trick or Treating.

[community profile] femslashfete weekly prompts to inspire femslash works


[community profile] writetomyheart Shiritori writing game for fan- and original fiction
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11 sourcebooks that range across the shattered Earth of the Rifts tabletop roleplaying game from Palladium Books.

Bundle of Holding: Rifts Worlds 1




More World Books for the cross-dimensional tabletop roleplaying game

Bundle of Holding: Rifts Land and Sea (from 2022)
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A woodcarver's foster daughter sets out to free a maiden from a magical tower prison, just the sort of thing that always works out exactly according to plan, without unforeseen geopolitical complications.

SideQuested by K B Spangler & Ale Presser

Bones and Ashes

Sep. 10th, 2025 10:26 pm
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So today I get woken up by Macy's credit card calling to tell me I missed a payment (I did. Well fuck)

Then I get a text from CVS back in Pittsburgh. They have two pills filled and waiting for pick up. I have zero pills on auto refill (hear the internal screaming yet) I don't have time to deal with them.

At work my vascular surgeon's people call me in great concern. 'Are you okay? WHY do you need more blood thinners? You have an active script.' There's me in front of my class going uh what? I never asked you for more blood thinners. CVS called us. They did WHAT? a) I don't need a refill yet b) I don't need a new script. I have like 3 months left on this one. OMFG CVS.

Later that same class the surgeon calls to reconfirm my appt tomorrow which great because I was going to call after class because I don't remember them asking for my birthday and wasn't sure they made the appt.

I spent all weekend redoing the links on my online portions of class. Still not working as it turns out. (this is where my soul left my body)

Got an email from the dean. Is your art project ready? Technically no. I did around for my bones to put in my piece...and realize the small animal bones I had I gave to wild life so now I'm over there digging for tiny bones while talking to the head of wild life about the fact we need to add a 200 level research class because in spite of this never happening before in 20 years I had a second student ask me about doing research as a sophomore. She's a h.s. student who'll graduate in may and will graduate college with her associates as well. She wants to go to OSU to their dental program and can I help her. Not this semester young lady. We're 3 weeks in but next semester you bet because I need more work but I can't hardly say no to someone who is begging to do this (unlike my usual senior who has to be corralled and forced).

I get bones. I come home and get all the leaves I preserved last year for this. In spite of following a YT tutorial none of them kept their color but they ARE pliable. So that's ready, leaves, moss, bones. By friday it'll be art.

Also I'm doing Ashes of Them, where I decided to burn some poetry in my sink and mix visible text with ash and a 'wedding ring.' What could go wrong here? Well the smaller version of the poetry burnt so fast it burnt the text. WAH. I had the larger version that I made by mistake. Burnt it but it's still too big (will reprint tomorrow after the company party.) Burn even more paper for more ash. Because art!

Wanna bet Dana gets banned from faculty/staff art show next year.


While home I call CVS in Pittsburgh and ask why they refilled my script. they can't tell me AND somehow my doctor sent my new script there. They claim they didn't call my doc about that script renewal.

I call MY CVS, ask them to transfer those scripts and all my others. We need the names of them scripts. I start telling her and she says 'call us back on the weekend.' OMFG. By the way WHY do you have my pills also auto refilled and waiting (who the fuck knows which ones, she couldn't tell me)? And why did you call my doctor.

we didn't do that. Uh huh

Then United Health Care called about other Dana. I go into my spiel. 'oh my, how did that happen? I'll take your number out of the system.' Uh huh. Yinz been saying that for four years now.


BOOKS!

What I Just Finished Reading:

Solid Gold Murder - solid mediocre



Within the Darkness - a nonlinear fantasy jumping back and forth between 2017 and 1917, it was pretty good


The Secret of the Orange Blossom Cake - romance magic realism with a lead you want to slap into next week


What I am Currently Reading:

Wrong Side of the Grave - Bryna Butler mothman as an alien...she's local


What Moves the Dead - T. Kingfisher a very cool, queer coded retelling of the Fall of the House of Usher


What I Plan to Read Next: I'm so behind on my challenges. something for that


And finally August's reading. You know how I like to talk books so if you're interested in any of these let's talk


Ohio's Black Hand Syndicate: The Birth of Organized Crime in America true crime

Within This Darkness YA rural fantasy

Atlas of Unknowable Things gothic

Pantomime fantasy

A Dark and Deadly Journey historic mystery

The Wood YA rural fantasy

under here for political crap )
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For the second time in as many weeks, I skipped bleepy goodness because my body told me not to. It may be just as well: I'm going on vacation next week and I don't want to get sick before then.

But I managed to stay awake long enough for the Tickler to debrief me about Dragoncon. I think maybe I might like to go someday? It sounds like the kind of thing I might enjoy, but there are so many other events I'd like to travel to first.

I also managed to stay awake for my latest circumflatulation project: I used some of my inheritance to buy a Roland Juno-X synthesizer. (Yeah, I love raver music and I'm a trans woman. It was inevitable.) I've got Apple Logic Pro as my digital audio workstation, and in the last few days I've figured out how to record MIDI, edit sounds, etc. If I ever put something on Bandcamp, you'll be the first to know.

My smoke alarm went off twice last night, but I miraculously got enough sleep anyway. I think it's time to get a HEPA filter. Come to think of it, even when there isn't smoke in the air there's tire dust because I live fairly close to a big arterial.

52/206-207: Donut Cross Go

Sep. 10th, 2025 04:58 am
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Monday I got a second grocery pickup, an unprecedented event. I'd intended to have my nephew just go into a store and get a few items that Safeway had been out of, but that store's weekly ad showed a number of things I'd like to have, so I decided to make a big purchase. This was a store I'd quit shopping at a year ago, after a very bad experience, but I thought perhaps in a year they had fixed their issues. Sadly, I was wrong, and this time turned out to be an even bigger hassle, so they will be spending at least the next year back up against the curb.

But I did get my stuff, including my donuts and milk, so it was worth the nightmarish bother. So that was my Monday, and then I had a Tuesday, which I don't remember other than a goatload of sleeping. I woke up shortly after midnight this morning and intended to fix my Tuesday dinner I'd missed, but got hung up on the Intarwebs and it got so late and I got re-tired and decided to just microwave a ramen bowl. It was a variety I'd never had before (Maruchan's Birria Beef) and it turns out to be a bit weird, but interesting, with a surprisingly thick broth that was almost like a gravy. It's one of those things that is an acquired taste, but I think I might have acquired it. We'll see, if I ever find it on sale cheap enough again.

The cooler weather has been enjoyable, and continues today with a high of only 77, and a slight possibility of showers late this afternoon. In fact there could be a thundershower, which would be less enjoyable, and not enjoyable at all if a lightning strike sets off a fire. But then tomorrow it starts heating up again, though with highs only in the eighties, and I don't see any really hot nights in the forecast, so I can probably get through it with a minimum of bitching. And I've got donuts, which will improve my disposition, hot or not. Life is, for now, less than utterly hideous. Hooray?
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Otaku Hina is delighted that her Japanese neighbour Kyuta looks just like Hina's favourite anime character. Alas, Kyuta dislikes anime almost as much as vampires like Hina.

Otaku Vampire's Love Bite, volume 1 By Julietta Suzuki (Translated by Tomo Kimura)

Got things to work out

Sep. 9th, 2025 10:01 pm
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I only work in the afternoon on Tuesday so I used the morning to call the surgeon. receptionist asked where do I want to see him Grove CIty (furtherest), Circleville (middle) Chillicothe (closest to me at 40 miles away). I'm like I'm off Thursdays so wherever he is then.

SO this thursday when I'm in with him in Chillicothe in the morning and I have another appt that afternoon with Aspen dentists about this dumb missing tooth. I'm feeling worn. What was it Bilbo said? I feel like too little butter spread over toast.

I wanted to work on my ancestor necklace but I can't find where I put anything. sigh.

I accidentally got something down the wrong pipe (as if anyone does that on purpose) coughed so hard, it was bleeding. I'm like please tell me that's just a few burst capillaries. Because my secret worry is if it's not the thyroid compressing the esophagus it's something IN the esophagus (I'm high risk for esophageal cancer. I've been on GERD meds since I was 12)

I spent the morning thinking about the females of fandom for fannish 50. And then the Hazbin Hotel Season 2 teaser trailer dropped and OMFG so I'm dropping it here and under a spoiler cut I'm going to lose my shit, okay?



Spoiler SQUEEEEEE! )


My throat is killing me so yeah the blood was probably from coughing out a pointy chip. And bad tooth hole is throbbing. And Rocket tried to bring me down like a wildebeast.

Bonus Ross Gay poem

Sep. 9th, 2025 05:37 pm
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Again
By Ross Gay

Because I love you, and beneath the uncountable stars
I have become the delicate piston threading itself through your chest,

I want to tell you a story I shouldn't but will and in the meantime neglect, Love,
the discordant melody spilling from my ears but attend,

instead, to this tale, for a river burns inside my mouth
and it wants both purgation and to eternally sip your thousand drippings;

and in the story is a dog and unnamed it leads to less heartbreak,
so name him Max, and in the story are neighborhood kids

who spin a yarn about Max like I'm singing to you, except they tell a child,
a boy who only moments earlier had been wending through sticker bushes

to pick juicy rubies, whose chin was, in fact, stained with them,
and combining in their story the big kids make

the boy who shall remain unnamed believe Max to be sick and rabid,
and say his limp and regular smell of piss are just two signs,

but the worst of it, they say, is that he'll likely find you in the night,
and the big kids do not giggle, and the boy does not giggle,

but lets the final berries in his hand drop into the overgrowth
at his feet, and if I spoke the dream of the unnamed boy

I fear my tongue would turn an arm of fire so I won't, but
know inside the boy's head grew a fire beneath the same stars

as you and I, Love, your leg between mine, the fine hairs
on your upper thigh nearly glistening in the night, and the boy,

the night, the incalculable mysteries as he sleeps with a stuffed animal
tucked beneath his chin and rolls tight against his brother

in their shared bed, who rolls away, and you know by now
there is no salve to quell his mind’s roaring machinery

and I shouldn't tell you, but I will,
the unnamed boy

on the third night of the dreams which harden his soft face
puts on pants and a sweatshirt and quietly takes the spade from the den

and more quietly leaves his house where upstairs his father lies dreamless,
and his mother bends her body into his,

and beneath these same stars, Love, which often, when I study them,
seem to recede like so many of the lies of light,

the boy walks to the yard where Max lives attached to a steel cable
spanning the lawn, and the boy brings hot dogs which he learned

from Tom & Jerry, and nearly urinating in his pants he tosses them
toward the quiet and crippled thing limping across the lawn,

the cable whispering above the dew-slick grass, and Max whimpers,
and the boy sees a wolf where stands this ratty

and sad and groveling dog and beneath these very stars
Max raises his head to look at the unnamed boy

with one glaucous eye nearly glued shut
and the other wet from the cool breeze and wheezing

Max catches the gaze of the boy who sees,
at last, the raw skin on the dog's flank, the quiver

of his spindly legs, and as Max bends his nose
to the franks the boy watches him struggle

to snatch the meat with gums, and bringing the shovel down
he bends to lift the meat to Max's toothless mouth,

and rubs the length of his throat and chin,
Max arching his neck with his eyes closed, now,

and licking the boy's round face, until the boy unchains the dog,
and stands, taking slow steps backward through the wet grass and feels,

for the first time in days, the breath in his lungs, which is cool,
and a little damp, spilling over his small lips, and he feels,

again, his feet beneath him, and the earth beneath them, and starlings
singing the morning in, and the somber movement of beetles

chewing the leaves of the white birch, glinting in the dark, and he notices,
Darling, an upturned nest beneath the tree, and flips it looking for the blue eggs

of robins, but finds none, and placing a rumpled crimson feather in his mouth
slips the spindly thicket into another tree, which he climbs

to watch the first hint of light glancing above the fields, and the boy
eventually returns to his thorny fruit bush where an occasional prick

leaves on his arm or leg a spot of blood the color of these raspberries
and tasting of salt, and filling his upturned shirt with them he beams

that he could pull from the earth that which might make you smile,
Love, which you’ll find in the fridge, on the bottom shelf, behind the milk,

in the bowl you made with your own lovely hands.

§rf§
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Doctor Catherine Coldbridge travels to darkest Texas in quest of her long-lost husband, Frank Humble... so she can kill the unkillable man.

The Unkillable Frank Lightning by Josh Rountree

Happy Star Trek Day

Sep. 8th, 2025 11:48 pm
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I wish it was a tad happier on my end of the world.

But before that happy birthday to [personal profile] liminal_space

At 10 pm I remembered I didn't get my blood test for today's endocrinology exam. Sigh. No problem. I'm going to Point Pleasant/Gallipolis I'll do it before my appointment but first laundry.

And the lock to the laundry is fucking broken. AGAIN. I don't have time for this so fine, we'll go to the laundromat in Gallipolis after I get my blood drawn (if I didn't have to do this, I would have found the groundskeeper to get the laundry opened) I have two choices. Speed Queen where I might get knifed and Duke's on the mansion side of town. Guess which one I picked.

Everyone did. I had to park down the street and roll my laundry basket down there...and it's 5.50 for a wash. OMFG (my apartment one is 1.75) It has a credit card device too but if I tap it's another 5% on that. Fuck you. I will jam in the quarters and you can choke on them. 20$ to wash/dry my clothes (some I brought back. I'll wash them later this week because I was NOT getting a third washer).

Down from Duke's across the street it the library (just like in Jackson, library/laundry share a lot there). I hang in there because there's three frakking chairs in the laundry.

I go to Point Pleasant but not as planned. I had no time to go to the antique mall. I do go for coffee (It's almost always bad at this place but it's their only place) I WAS supposed to be looking at literally the perfect house for me including chair lift and green house but it sold in less than 2 weeks. sigh. Hell I couldn't even get there by then. I didn't really want to live there anyhow but it was truly perfect for me. ah well.

I go to see my endocrinologist. the blood work is in. Everything is fine except my HGA1C is up to nearly 9 so NOT my imagination that my diabetes is getting worse. I told her about how mountjaro didn't play well with my gastric paresis so we're trying ryseblus (that is so badly spelt wrong) which is basically ozempic BUT it's a pill so it's very low dose. We know that GLP1s don't play well with me but this way instead of a weekly dose I have to ride out, this is just for a day and that will be better if it does make me sick. It's tricky to store and take though. We shall see.

She clarified the thyroid scan and it's what I thought (still haven't heard from the surgeon's people, almost 2 weeks later) two of them are TR1 which is basically benign, no worries. They're both cysts and cysts are almost always benign. the one in the middle is tr4 which is moderately suspicious for cancer. The good news is it's only about a quarter of them that are cancer usually if they're hypoechoic and taller than they are wide. Mine is hypoechoic but wider than it is tall with calcifications which is also a cancer sign.

Probably needs biopsied but I am having SO much compressive issues that I do want this removed (or more studies if we don't think this is the problem). So now I'm in Schroedinger's box, is it or isn't it cancer? I'm not too worried if I'm honest and I'm going to force that appointment tomorrow. I might not be worried but I'm not pissing about with this either.

I hit Walmart for something (didn't have it but did have a pizza pan for cheap, like less than that wash machine cheap which seemed better than me trying to disinfect the one the mouse touched). Here's me with Rao's pizza sauce (cheap here for some reason), dough and now a pizza pan, what's for dinner?

Mexican as it turned out.

tonight was my author meet up on zoom and I got a lot written. I was feeling on the outside though for some reason.

And hey it's music monday and since we finished the alphabet I need something new. So let's do music that inspires you. As I keep saying [community profile] lyricaltitles is running their bingo and that got me thinking. For the next month or so, let's do one song that inspires us to draw or write. If you're not a creative, share one song that's making you happy right now.

But before I do that, let me break my own rule and share 2. The first one I found via [personal profile] brithistorian (and then YT itself recced it to me two days later). It's really cool. give it a listen




And my song of inspiration is the one inspiring the latest chapter in my [community profile] wipbigbang The Owl House story. Hunter is finally coming undone now that he knows his secret is out and he has to face the Bat Queen.

Clarke Award Finalists 2013

Sep. 8th, 2025 10:28 am
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2013: The Tories masterfully tank the UK credit rating, a grateful nation celebrates Margaret Thatcher’s death, and Scotland inexplicably chooses to remain in the UK.


Poll #33586 Clarke Award Finalists 2013
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 15


Which 2013 Clarke Award Finalists Have You Read?

View Answers

Dark Eden by Chris Beckett
3 (20.0%)

2312 by Kim Stanley Robinson
9 (60.0%)

Angelmaker by Nick Harkaway
4 (26.7%)

Intrusion by Ken MacLeod
1 (6.7%)

Nod by Adrian Barnes
1 (6.7%)

The Dog Stars by Peter Heller
1 (6.7%)



✓ for read, * for intend to read, ! for never heard of it. Or whatever amuses you.

Which 2013 Clarke Award Finalists Have You Read?
Dark Eden by Chris Beckett
2312 by Kim Stanley Robinson ✓
Angelmaker by Nick Harkaway ✓
Intrusion by Ken MacLeod
Nod by Adrian Barnes
The Dog Stars by Peter Heller

Writerly Ways

Sep. 7th, 2025 11:38 pm
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I have been thinking about this for a while but not really sure how to approach it. Telling the story from the wrong point of view. If you're lucky maybe it's only one scene you're mucking about and not your whole story. Sometimes we need to step back and ask ourselves, is this the right character for this?

For example, the Hazbin Hotel pilot was done years before the actual show. There were online comics (only been able to find a few) from nearly a decade before the show. Angel Dust was definitely with Valentino in the old stuff. However, in the pilot, in order to clue the viewers in on a key part of Alastor's character, she has Vaggie telling Angel about him with a 'how do you not know this? You've been in hell longer than me?' Angel responds with I don't like/pay attention to politics.

I think in some ways this was done to establish Vaggie as the competent smart one. And maybe Alastor wasn't meant to be entwined with Vox and Valentino. Maybe the fans are wrong and Angel wasn't with Val for decades (but I doubt it). With the current storyline, it just seems unbelievable he couldn't know who Alastor was when Alastor tangled with Vox/Valentino and Vox has had a hard on about it ever since and Angel lived in Vee Towers until the series opener so now he just looks dumb AF for not knowing this.

A change of character would have benefited this so much. Have Angel tell Vaggie who has only been in hell for a decade and Alastor has been missing for seven years.

I had something similar in my own novel. I was telling the scene from Grace's pov when it really needed to be in Howell's or Dan's. It felt awkward and an alpha reader called me on it. A simple change made the whole scene better.

Have you run across this in your reading? your writing? how did you handle it?


OPEN CALLS

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The Orange & Bee October 2025 Window Original and contemporary short stories, poems, and essays that explore, expand on, and subvert the rich traditions of international folklore, with a strong focus on fairy tales (though we also sometimes dabble in other forms of folklore, such as fables, myths, and legends)

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41 Themed Submission Calls and Contests for September 2025.



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From Betty

Choosing Naval Tactics for Your Pre-Gunpowder World

Six Ways to Add Stakes to a Mystery

Critical Types of Narration

Should You Use Non-Humans in Your Setting?.

Five Ways Authors Sabotage Their Story’s Tension

How to Write a Matriarchy

It’s What’s Up Front That Counts

Ride the Lightning

What Good Are Your Cracks?

Make Yourself the Most Useful Writer in Your Critique Group

Hidden Ways Procrastination Affects Productive Writers

Sometimes writing feels like dropping a pebble in the ocean

Editing for Self-Published Authors: Types of Edits and How to Find the Right Editor.

How to Write Scenes That Drive Plot and Deepen Character

Struggling with a Weak Chapter? Try Rewriting from Another POV HA! Pure coincidence that I found this in Betty's pile of links. Check it out if you want something more coherent than my babble.

Nun cuts rug.

Sep. 7th, 2025 04:10 pm
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I celebrated the end of a hellacious work week at the Mercury. Shallow fashion details: bra-like top with cone shaped studs (good for scratching people), short pink sparkly circle skirt, and for the first time in over a decade, thigh high boots. I'd kind of promised Funny Lady and DJ Hana Solo I'd wear the boots, so I did. I don't regret that too much, but you know you're going to pay a price when cis women younger than you are say they can't walk in heels like that. I was dancing in them.

Funny Lady invited me to an afterparty, and you know I don't say no to invitations from her if I can help it. So, Temptress is dating two fellas, which is sort of good news: one of them is vile, and the other is Bearded Decent Guy. BDG lives just a short walk from the Merc in what, it must be said, is a nice place with really high ceilings. There were kitties to pet and clothes that mysteriously came off as we afterpartied.

I finally bailed at 0220, having scratched a few people, as the last of the Red Bull was wearing off. Oddly, I couldn't find BDG on my way out the door to say goodbye. There weren't many places he could have hidden. [Edited to add: Funny Lady thinks he was having a smoke on the roof.]

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