Status Report for January, 2026

Feb. 1st, 2026 01:31 pm
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Whew, it's been a month into the mew year already, time sure flies! Into the teeth of all the terrible things happening (in general, not in specific) I managed to get my first book out, and I have been pleased by the handful of reviews I've garnered so far--it is actually readable. Excellent!

So what have I been doing this month? )

What's next? Probably edits on the Rose's Crime Spree, the cover for the same, and working on the outline/breaking ground on the Timecrossed Engineer sequel, Shakedown Cruise.

NOES remake live reaction

Feb. 1st, 2026 02:22 pm
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I finally sat down to watch this thing. Here are my thoughts/notes as I watched it. CW: Given the subject matter of this remake, I will be discussing fictional CSA, though not in a graphic way.

——
— Okay, I’m vibing with the aesthetic of this diner

— Not a terrible opening dream sequence. Not necessarily the most creative, but has some okay creepy imagery.

— Okay, I’ll grant that the opening first kill was also decent. It’s a jarring introduction into this remake and sets a dark tone.

— UGLY BAD CGI.

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Feb. 1st, 2026 01:24 pm
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It's my birthday and some friends are taking me out for Chinese food for dinner! Yayy!

February LOVE-FEST

Feb. 1st, 2026 04:08 pm
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okapi's February LOVE-FEST

I am going to challenge myself with a set of 28 prompts. Fills might be anything ficlet, song, craft, poetry, quotes, etc. Please join in if you feel inclined.

prompts:

1. first love
2. friendship
3. love of nature
4. passion
5. soulmates
6. unrequited love
7. lust
8. love of the game
9. devotion
10. love of food
11. polyamory
12. long distance love
13. lovesickness
14. romantic love
15. love of place
16. marriage
17. love of order and method
18. divine love
19. platonic love
20. infatuation
21. maternal love
22. obsession
23. agape
24. love of animals
25. unconditional love
26. forbidden love
27. ecstasy
28. the beloved

Question of the Day: Who or what was your first love?

In the comments, share anything you feel comfortable sharing about your first love. It could be a person or it could be a thing or a place or anything.

I did have a boy in kindergarten give me chocolates for Valentine's Day. My first boyfriend relationship in high school was not a good experience and I spent a long time getting over it and undoing the damage.

But my first true love is probably detective fiction, and I remember reading Encyclopedia Brown and Nate the Great books and enjoying them very much.

Day 1: FIRST LOVE

Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD) pre-retirement/Sussex era
Length: 200
Rating: Gen
Summary: Holmes reflecting on his violin on the journey from London to Sussex.

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Happy February!

Feb. 1st, 2026 03:37 pm
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Happy February!



What is going on in February? Black History Month, Groundhog Day (early spring, please!), Valentine's Day, Lunar New Year, Snow Moon, Mardi Gras, and Ash Wednesday and Lent, and in our household, the boys' father's birthday.

And I am going to attempt a February LOVE-FEST of prompts.

Safety

Feb. 1st, 2026 02:58 pm
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Middle age is becoming a breaking point in the U.S.

For many Americans, midlife is no longer a plateau—it’s a pressure point.

Middle age is becoming a tougher chapter for many Americans, especially those born in the 1960s and early 1970s. Compared with earlier generations, they report more loneliness and depression, along with weaker physical strength and declining memory. These troubling trends stand out internationally, as similar declines are largely absent in other wealthy nations, particularly in Nordic Europe, where midlife well-being has improved
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The article actually said most of what I would've said regarding causes and solutions. One thing it missed: the sandwich effect. Middle-age adults, mostly but not exclusively women, often become responsible for aging parents as well as children. It's actually worse for the few male caregivers: almost all of the rare support programs serve only female caregivers.  Even if they're permitted in, being the only man in a group of women can feel more isolating than just staying home.

Birdfeeding

Feb. 1st, 2026 01:49 pm
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Today is partly cloudy and cold.

I fed the birds.  I've seen a large flock of sparrows, two starlings, a male cardinal, and a wren.  The sparrows are widely foraging on the ground under bushes. 

I put out water for the birds.

EDIT 2/1/26 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.

I refilled the hopper feeder.

EDIT 2/1/26 -- I did more work around the patio.

I put out more birdseed.

EDIT 2/1/26 -- I did more work around the patio.

I am done for the night.

January book bingo

Feb. 1st, 2026 07:26 pm
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Graphic novel or comic: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/232479447-fate
No sex/romance: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/77661.The_Daughter_of_Time
Novella: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/201750645-queen-b

Substitution list:
*Over 300 Pages
*Book in Series
*LGBTQ+
*Recommended
*POC Author
*Multiple POVs - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/81307313-the-birthday-reunion
*Classic/Retelling
*Sci-fi/Fantasy
*Free Space
*Anthology/Collection
*Biography/Memoir
*Friendship
*Name in the Title
*Movie/TV Tie-in
*With a Woman Protagonist
*From the Library
*Thriller/Suspense
*Set Somewhere You've Been
*Non-Human POV
*Fairy Tale or Fairy Tale Retelling
*Under 100 Pages - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/230824619-death-row
*Romance Plot or Sub-plot
*Translated
*With a Blue Cover - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/213713209-the-wasp-trap
*Horror or Paranormal - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/203578707-what-the-woods-took
*Colour in the Title
*Seasonal Read
*Number in title
*Three word title
*Craft, Hobby or Cookbook
*Written by an author from your state or country
*Animal on the cover
*Disability or Mental health
*Read a book from the year you were born
*Mythology
*Title begins with first letter of your name
*Dystopian
*Book mentioned in another book
*Diverse reads
*One word title
*Award Winning/Bestseller
*Disabled Author
*Non-western Setting
*Set in your state/country
*Title is at Least Five Words Long
*Indigenous author
*Has illustrations (but not a comic or graphic novel)
*Re-read

A cornucopia of crap

Feb. 1st, 2026 02:31 pm
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1-when I was in the hospital, I was pleasantly surprised by the number of people who reached out. A few of them came by to say hello in person, and a pile of them texted me. Either way it was more than I had hoped for. I left the hospital paralyzed in a wheelchair. That’s been two years now. In that time, the only people who have contacted me to ask about my recovery or my two dear friends, Dewey Bill (who has own battle to fight right now) and Da Bossman. Other people ask me when I speak to them, but no one has reached out and asked. I’m especially disappointed in Dr. Watson. He was extremely depressed due to his wife’s passing a year or two earlier so I got him a job at Da Park. He told me it changed his life ('my new normal") and it was the therapy he needed. Since I’ve been back From the hospital, he rarely texts me even though I text him often, sending memes and jokes. He never gives me updates about to Da Park. Most of the time now I feel lost and abandoned by everyone. When I was in the hospital, I was a rockstar, now I’m as irrelevant as those old farts who sang Macarena. This is not a call for sympathy....just a windbag venting.

2-I woke up this morning with huge blisters on both of my big toes. Being a guy I of course popped them. They’re quickly filling up with the second load of pus (also the name of my new band) Dr. Google says it may be an infections or perhaps a side product of diabetes. Goddamnit. It’s always something.

3-when I left the hospital, my legs were 100% dead. Eight or nine months later, one of my toes began to move. Then I was able to clench my butt cheeks. Bit by but each of the joints return. Everything below my waist is now functioning. I walk a little bit with the walker, but it’s hindered by the swelling at the bottom of my feet as well as Da 'Itis in my knees. If not for those two issues, I would be full-time using a walker. So it makes perfect sense that nowadays I’m suffering from Restless Leg Syndrome. My legs bounces uncontrollably every moment I’m awake. From dead to overactive. From 0 to 60. Just another float in Da Weirdness Parade.

4-On Thursday, the weather dummies predicted 9 inches of snow for Raleigh. The snow was to start Saturday morning and last all weekend. As the day progressed, the snow did not. Eventually, last night about an inch fell. A far cry from the 9 inches predicted. I saw a radar shot that showed the storm approaching Raleigh then splitting in half and going over around us. Once it got pass Raleigh, the two separate storms combined again into one. Even the weather hates Raleigh. It reminds me of me at a junior high school dance. Small groups of cute girls walk towards me, separate and get back together behind me with . Almost as if I was a girl repellent. At this point I am 1000% convinced the weather dummies are in cahoots with the grocery stores.

Highlander Sequel Fic

Feb. 1st, 2026 01:07 pm
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AO3 Link | Closing Up Shop: Seacouver (1335 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Highlander Movieverse, Highlander The Series
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Rachel Ellenstein [Highlander Movieverse], Joe Dawson [Highlander the Series]
Additional Tags: First Meetings, Post-The Gathering (Highlander)
Summary:

And then a few years passed...



Closing Up Shop: Seacouver

While Connor and Duncan were being themselves, Rachel was a little out of sorts. Tessa was a nice lady, one so recently brought into knowing what they were. However, Tessa was an artist, and driven currently by a piece that Rachel could already see would be lovely. The boy Richie was a little rash and Rachel didn't fully feel a connection to him yet, but she would work on that, after Connor explained why Duncan and Tessa were watching over him.

No, she just needed to be mindful of her own wishes and need to stretch her legs currently. Dinner could be for socializing. Right now, she had sights to see, stores to discover, and a need to be away from the casual masculinity contests the pair of cousins indulged themselves in during these infrequent reunions.

That in mind, Rachel turned her steps to a brisk walk in the same district the couple lived and worked in, ducking into shops as they caught her idea, pausing to sample the food about midmorning, and slowly circling back around.

A bookstore caught her eye, and she slipped within to browse, hopeful of something to keep her entertained until Connor decided they had played the game of risk long enough in this reunion.

She glanced over to the only other person present —

— and was thrown back to a lovely day spent with a kind young man.

She had not survived for so long as Connor's daughter and self-appointed protector from the world at large to give away her suspicion of the man's convenient location so near to Duncan when he had appeared in her life so close to the changing tides in Connor's own life. For half a moment, she almost wished Brenda had not decided Connor was too overwhelming, that it had been his wife on this trip instead of herself.

But she had never been a coward, and understood perfectly well why Connor and Brenda were separated now. She could — would — handle this meeting now upon her.

"Stepped away from your photography in favor of book collections, Mister Dawson?" she asked in a charming voice, letting her smile reflect the surprise of seeing a man of her past so far from where they had met.

"Miss Ellenstein, what a surprise." He stood, using the cane to do so, and Rachel added more details to the picture she was building. He was noticeably older, as she herself was, the reliance on the cane a bit more pronounced, but his smile was still making his face light up with disarming sincerity.

Who was Joe Dawson, that he was mortal and yet so close to the lives of those like her Connor?

"Also, the books are less finicky about lighting and framing," he added as he walked over to her. "Looking for anything of particular interest?"

"Browsing, actually, passing the time. It's an eclectic neighborhood, it seems."

"You could say that," Joe agreed. "If anything catches your eye, I am always up to negotiate with an astute antiquities dealer such as yourself."

That he was firmly the center of her attention was not something she betrayed, only smiling and moving on to browse.

"Perhaps we could find the dessert we had no room for in New York?" she offered as he was moving back to the table he'd been working from.

"I can think of nothing better for this evening."

Connor would tell her she was playing with fire, when there was something so far amiss. Rachel preferred to see it as gathering intelligence on potential flashpoints.





Rachel passed the first part of the meal with Joe in conversation about what she had seen, and he offered ideas of new places to visit while she was in town. As she played the tourist, she considered just how to go about learning why he was here, so close to Connor's cousin after she'd met him in the aftermath of Connor's endgame against the Kurgan.

As the dessert course was delivered, Rachel glanced over and caught Joe studying her. He gave the smile and bashful look for being caught, and she found herself responding to that on a level she deemed dangerous.

Not necessarily in a physical danger sense, but to Connor's safety, and that of Duncan and his chosen family, she decided firmly.

"I had the impression you were more easterly in your setting, when we first met," Rachel said, giving him the faintest smile.

"Better opportunities out this way for me." He took a bite, chased it with the wine, and then shifted his body language a little. Rachel wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but it put her more on guard. "What about you? No more restoration and purchasing of antiquities?"

"Here and there, but more by appointment with travel benefits." Rachel tried her own tiramisu, decided she could name three places that served better, and sipped her coffee to wash it down. "Retirement allows me more opportunities in many ways, to keep an eye on my interests."

"Most people choose to turn their attention to new things when they let go of their old lives," Joe mused. "I suppose there's exceptions to anything that could be normal about humans, though."

"I find it is a good life, to keep an eye on those people or events that stand out," she answered. "After all, even those of us that prefer to live life a day at a time might be caught up in extraordinary events."

Had that been a shading of his eyes, something in memory haunting him now? Did he have a person like Connor that had saved him, and that was how he was connected? It couldn't be Duncan; she'd mentioned stopping in the book shop and making this date in his hearing without a single spike of interest.

And Duncan, for all he was a veteran of his years, still had difficulty masking himself.

"To observe something is to change it, or be changed by it," Joe pointed out. "Getting caught up in the ways and lives of the unusual ones can be a difficult thing."

"I am certain that is so, but I learned as a child that just standing by doesn't keep you any safer, or those you care about," she said softly. "Which may be why I took to the antiquities so easily. Every object holds some story, if you can just trace the history of it. People can be much the same."

"Very true," Joe said, giving the faint smile and change of body posture to move the conversation away from this.

Who was the one for Joe? And was Joe scouting others to mark targets, or warn of danger? Rachel rather hoped it was the latter, as she asked his opinion of a local museum, letting the double-layered words drop for now.





"Have a good night?" Connor asked as he took her jacket from her.

"Waiting up for me?" Rachel retorted, before leaning in to kiss his cheek.

"Maybe."

"Yes."

He smiled, his eyes crinkling up as that little catching laugh came out, before he offered for her to precede him into the sitting room. She settled in a chair, listening, but it seemed Duncan and Tessa must be out from the quiet. She still wasn't certain if Richie actually lived here or was just in and out.

"I think he knows someone like you, but I also don't think he's a danger," Rachel said, meeting Connor's eyes.

"Then… I'll warn Duncan that he's been seen near us before, and hopefully my little cousin can be a sensible man about the risks he takes."

"Hmm, he's as much a MacLeod as you," she pointed out, getting a warm laugh in response.

"Hey, I can dream!" Connor rebutted. "We are still flying out tomorrow."

Rachel nodded. "For the best." She would also hope this did not cause Duncan new grief in the long run, but her duty was to Connor… even if Connor saw it the other way around.

Monthly topic

Feb. 1st, 2026 08:54 pm
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Hi again, dudes & dudettes! Time for our new installment of the monthly topic. The one you guys chose last time was...

The Return of Power Politics



And here's the poll for March!

What should be the next monthly topic?

1) Permanent Crisis Politics
2) The Battle for the Global South
3) National Identity in an Age of Mass Migration
4) The Privatization of Power
5) Political Predictions That Aged Like Milk

Feel free to suggest more...
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Моя жена обожает салат оливье. И не только есть его, но и готовить. Обычно она делает его 3-4 раза в год. На Новый Год облигатный гигантский таз, который у нас даже не всегда хватает сил доесть. И потом миски поменьше в разные сезоны года.

Но в этом году рекорд, похоже, будет побит. Потому что ещё только 1-ое февраля, а уже было 3 забега. Новый Год, день рождения сына, и сегодня просто так. На д/р сына к нему пришло двое гостей, и они умяли за день довольно большую миску. Сегодня миска ещё меньше, скоро кончится.

X-Post в ЖЖ.
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I want to jot down a couple notes to myself about things before moving on to other projects.

As the subject line notes, this weekend's cooking is a bit different from the usual. For one thing, I am cooking up a bean soup from a mix given to me by a family member for Christmas. I don't usually cook things from mixes like this one, but on the other hand, since I have it, I might as well cook it up and eat it. I'm not going to be adding the "optional" ham hock, however. I'll also bake some cornbread from an accompanying cornbread mix. Good enough for dinner for the week.

I also prepared a batch of homemade mustard. I need to record some notes to myself about that. I have a recipe in my recipe files for "Spicy Beer Mustard," which I think I found and first tried out back when I was living in Texas. I can't remember how many times I used it then, but I do remember obtaining horseradish specifically for the recipe, and being underwhelmed by the result.

This time around, since I've already been experimenting with other homemade mustard recipes (albeit rather unsuccessfully so far), I know enough to know I can just go ahead and omit the horseradish. I also got partway through and realized I don't have any of the onion powder the recipe called for, either. Whoops. So I swapped in a quarter of an actual onion, even though the recipe maker noted they couldn't make a real onion work in mustard. (unfortunately I didn't save information on where I got this recipe to begin with; I guess I downloaded it before I got in that habit). I used a breakfast stout, which may very well wind up imparting an odd flavor, and I used black mustard seeds instead of brown, since that's what I had (I did have the called-for mustard powder and yellow mustard seeds). So, a multidimensional experiment.

I have to figure it can't be worse than some of my other recent attempts. All the better if it's actually better. And even if it's simply "different," I'll probably continue this long-term mustard-making experiment because I haven't found any storebought options around here that are good enough to make me quit my experiments. I should note my mustard experiments are motivated by a combination of cheaper cost, reduction of disposable container use/generation, and flavor.
The best mustard I've ever had was made by someone in Arizona, and it no longer exists.

For the next time, perhaps a brown ale, and perhaps I'll actually get some brown mustard seeds and onion powder going. I'll have to stock up again on yellow mustard seeds and mustard powder, too. People say the mustard powder itself can be a major determinant of the end result. I was mostly just using the black mustard seeds because I wound up with a crap-ton of them from a shopping trip to an Indian grocery store at one point.
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Fandom: Good Omens
Pairings/Characters: Aziraphale/Crowley
Rating: T
Length: 5437 words
Creator Links: iamtheenemy (Steph)
Theme: Inept in love

Summary: Crowley gets orders to seduce Aziraphale to the dark side. It goes about as well as you might expect.

Reccer's Notes: Crowley gets orders from Hell to seduce Aziraphale, and Crowley can't really bring himself to try, despite some half-hearted  attempts.  That's the first half of the fic, the second half is the two of them after the almost apocalypse, and it's very sweet, even if Crowley's brain stops functioning a few times. 

Fanwork Links: AO3

Round 183: Inept in Love

Feb. 1st, 2026 08:45 am
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Photograph of two kingfishers perched on a branch. One is surrounded by a cloud of pink love hearts and the other has a single question mark over its head. Text: Inept in Love, at Fancake.
Bring out your failboats! Our theme for February is inept in love.

These fools are unlucky in love—whether it's due to inexperience, obliviousness, social anxiety, or their own terrible choices—or are so in love they can't function properly. This trope is sometimes called "Idiots in Love," but as "idiot" is an ableist term, I ask that you don't use it in your recs, and just as there are all kinds of love, this theme is for all kinds of relationships.

The tag for this round is: theme: inept in love

If you're just joining us, be sure to check out our policy on content notes. Content notes aren't required, but they're nice to include in your recs, especially if a fanwork has untagged content that readers may wish to know about in advance.

Rules! )

Posting Template! )

Promote this round! )

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Денис Драгунский спрашивает: "Что хорошего в демократии?"

"Вот, например, Трамп. Хороший ведь мужик, хорошего хочет, очень старается, но... с головой не совсем дружит. Логорея у него явная.
Но широкому избирателю, тем самым роковым 50,5% - это глубоко пофиг. Сам Т. сказал: "даже если я на глазах прохожих убью человека, количество моих избирателей не изменится!" - и это правда.
Потому что политические симпатии при демократии живут не в голове, не в коре или хотя бы в подкорке, а где-то чуть пониже диафрагмы. То, что в народе называется "нутром чую!"

Что же такое демократия? Сказать, что это диктатура озверевшего быдла - было бы неправдой, разумеется. Демократия - это диктатура циничной и алчной элиты, которая крепко оседлала и охмурила это озверевшее, хотя на самом деле глубоко несчастное, быдло.

Сказанное настолько ясно, что не требует комментариев.
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И да, закрыл возможность комментирования.

Что скажете?
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— Ты посмотри, что они нам дают, — сказал Гай. — Довоенные машины, хлам имперский, консервные банки… Слушай, Мак, мы что же, так и подохнем здесь? Ведь это же погибель верная…

Почему Гай Гракх называет имперскую технику "хламом", если она очевидно превосходит все современные ему аналоги?

Империя же, согласно сюжету, дошла до производства дронов (которых Огнемётные Творцы делать не умеют).

1-Е /// Ждуны...

Feb. 1st, 2026 04:15 pm
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M1 c



Одни опять ждут перемен, другие Конца света, третьи - Светлого будущего, которое им обещали очень давно, в светлом прошлом... Думают, что будет как в любимых с детства сказках - прогнали Сеньора Помидора, сбросили Принца Лимона и вот оно - щастье! То, что разруха не в сараях, а головах, что это не старуха с клюкой - осознание этого факта приходит много позднее. Что, если в головах ничего не поправить, снова будет тоже самое, те же яйца - вид сбоку. У Евгения Шварца в "Драконе" всё заканчивается по сказочному - главный герой получает корону и девушку, главные злодеи отправляются в тюрьму. В "Убить дракона" финал более реалистичный - битва эта будет длиться до конца времён и главному герою нельзя успокаиваться. Он сам начал превращаться в Дракона, как в другой известной сказке - так легко начать решать, как другим жить. Естественно ради их же блага. Всё во имя добра и светлого будущего. Они сами виноваты - не понимают, гады, своего счастья и вобще - как известно, лес рубят... "Опять власть меняется!", а по сути - ничего не меняется: "Вдруг опять перевесили флаги." Опять за вас кто-то решил каким богам молиться и новый иконостас согласно предписанию от новой же власти. Избиратель - это всегда был статус, а теперь избирает кто угодно и кого угодно. Место демократии заняло охлократия и мало кто это заметил. Толпа диктует и не только моду. Сиюминутные капризы этого столайного чудища труднопредсказуемы. В итоге во власть проходят редкие плуты и проходимцы, чуящие, чего хочет толпа, плоть от плоти стада человечьего, жонглёры словами, гипнотизёры и факиры, зловещее шапито из произведений Рэя Брэдбери...


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