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9 July 2026 04:50 pm
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I am at a point where I'm convinced that nothing ever will make my step-mom happy. Not even with a nice house that she gets to sit in all day while my dad does everything like he always has since he married her. (Never worked. and never made an effort to learn English with all the time she's been here.)

There's always something wrong. Whether my brother works or isn't working; and whether he's in his room all the time or not. (I don't know why she thought it'd be such a good idea to talk about my brother to ME, the sister.) She criticizes how her son/my step-brother decided to have another kid with his girlfriend and how it's not "responsible" in her opinion. My classes and sister's classes aren't finishing fast enough for her with her constant "Do you know when you're finishing your studies?" question. She thinks I "eat too much food" even though she put that serving on my plate to begin with and I remembered my childhood of her making me stay at the table to finish all the food she'd serve me when I spent time there on divorce-custody-summer visits for my dad. She and her daughter/my step-sister have been nothing but rude about her son's girlfriend, so it's no wonder the son won't bring his new family around all this. He is protecting his woman (and mother of his children) from his own mother and sister, it seems.


There's a reason why her son didn't invite her to the baby shower of baby #2; She only sees him and grandbaby so few times that she counts all the times he sees her in a year on ONE hand. And they live in the same town. Grandbaby's first birthday party was probably the first and last party she'd ever attend.

There's a reason why step-mom hardly sees the grandbaby and likely won't see this 2nd grandbaby much either. There's a reason why the family on that side always try to stay polite with her but look like they'd rather not deal with her.

There's a reason why my dad has to be secretive to have cordial talks with my mom about us, their children. I can't think of times where my dad was able to attend the same events as my mother to celebrate us as their children with things like borthdays or graduations. (Step mom is so insecure about my mom being around even though my mom is married to a wonderful man and planning to retire in his hometown in Spain with him.)

There's a reason why my brother mostly stays in his room at that house (He should move out. He'd probably be happier to not deal with her complaining.)

There's a reason why I now only go up there to see my dad. Just for my dad, at this point.

There's no pleasing and winning a negative soul like that, I've decided. She saps the life out of everyone around her and she seems content with doing that to my father. Having the audacity to tell her sisters that my mom "fattened him up (got him to get a great degree and career) and she gets all the benefits and perks.". Apparently, this was leaked to my mom because she is friends with step mom's sisters.

Hell to the no. My mother knew my father was capable of becoming a clinical director and helped him get paperwork done to get the proper internship and translated things to Spanish for him when he needed it. She empowered him to potentials he's capable of. She helped him to become a man who's providing for his family and more. Had been for decades even after we all became adults. Has nothing to do with step-mom, who is only sitting there to take in the abundance. Her own kids only benefit from their "mother's help" with my dad's money. She visits them with my dad's money for flights. Harsh, but the facts are facts.

The best way to cope with her is to let things go in one ear and out the other to not piss off my dad. And I DO try to understand that she is in chronic pain with arthritis and lupus. But my mom and I agree that things probably would be better if she left. And basically? Very likely that all contact would start to disappear if my father passed away before her. I will let the Universe take care of plans for her. I have nothing to do at this point except just keep being there for my dad when I can.

I just hope one day she reflects and starts asking herself why things are the way they are for her. I hope she does some soul searching, asks herself "Why does the mother of my grandbabies not feel comfortable around me?" (any kind of reflecting, really.), and heals one day. But with how old she is now, I have little hope on that.

Progress has been made

9 July 2026 05:16 pm
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I must say, after working on Consigned to Oblivion since 2016, it is wild to see 300,514 out of 320,000 words in my Scrivener targets.

It's probably going to go down a bit because I am ruthlessly editing the current chapter, but it feels so strange to be this close to the goal. (For anyone doing the math, chapters average around 6500 words. I have written the next/current chapter and about 3000 words for each of the 5 remaining chapters plus 3k of smut!bonus fic that will be posted separately, so we're looking at about 40-45k more to post before the story is fully done.)
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Before we left Washington DC after our brief but packed visit, my colleague and I paid a visit to the Smithsonian’s National Air & Space Museum. We decided to walk from where we were staying, forgetting that the park around the capitol was completely blocked off for the fair. This turned what would have been a 13-minute walk in the sweltering heat into 35-minute walk in said heat. By the time we got to the museum queue, which stretched beyond the shade of the building, we were melting.

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At least we had an odd aerobatics display involving parachutes and upside-down flags to entertain us while we queued.

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Happy, happy nerds, who have successful achieved museum entry. And air conditioning. Blessed, blessed air conditioning.

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Lunar module LM-2 feet. Gold on the outer side, black on the inner side facing the main engine exhaust. Thermal management!

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Aforementioned LM-2 main engine.

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LM2 from above.

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Pioneer!

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CubeSats.

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The excellent little Sorato rover, developed by the Japanese company ispace, which sadly hasn’t flown.

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IceCube neutrino observatory.

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So many treasures in the space hall.

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This still blows my mind. These holes are where the debris impact craters were drilled out and studied when Hubble’s original Wide Field Camera was removed and replaced, and the flawed camera returned to Earth.

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Delighted colleague with Hubble’s backup mirror.

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Dava Newman’s spacesuit.

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The aftermath of 16 years in space.

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Telstar. Fantastic little spacecraft. Most excellent cat (RIP Telly).

Epilogue: I didn’t end up replacing my SR-71 blackbird hoodie, because I thought most of the designs in the shop were rather tacky. Everything’s gone to these big screen-printed images that take up the entire front or back (or both) of the item. My old hoodie just had an attractive sewn logo on the top left side on the front. I settled for a t-shirt that had a similar printed logo on the front.

Things I've Been Up To

9 July 2026 08:29 pm
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I've been on jury duty this week, which involved a lot of waiting around, so I finished a library book, did a lot of knitting, and stress-wrote a fic.

Ain't No-one Else To Blame But Me (1464 words) by Glinda
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Alexei Rozanov | Andrei Rozanov, Ilya Rozanov
Additional Tags: Siblings, Hockey, Family Dynamics, Sibling Rivalry
Summary: Alexei’s first love was hockey; it did not love him back.

Anyway, what else? Movies! I have been watching them!

Pretty much on the spur of the moment, I went to see my local art house cinema’s Mystery Movie last Friday night. (My horror movie buddy, texted me the night before to see if I fancied it, we’ve done a horror mystery movie before and that was great but I wasn’t certain about one where I didn’t even know the genre. However, I haven’t see this friend in ages - she got married earlier this year, so she’s been busy - and I wanted that part of the evening, so I decided that actually I do trust the film curator enough that it’ll be a good time so said ‘fuck it’ and agreed.) To our mutual amusement it turned out to be Slither, an early 00s ridiculous splatter-fest that my buddy had actually seen in the cinema when it came out but it’s been so long since she saw it, all she could remember was that it had Nathan Fillion in it - or as she put it ‘the guy from Castle’. We laughed, we squealed, we heckled - a well/badly timed jump scare led to me wearing half a glass of wine - it was a pretty packed screening, full of fellow film nerds also having a good time. (Was it a good movie? No. Was it a good time? Absolutely. We do not require our horror movies to be good, though we like it when they are, but we do need them to commit to the bit.) And then afterwards, we went for cocktails and spent a glorious couple of hours ripping it apart, analysing the tropes and generally nerding out about horror movies, in between catching up on life.

My original plan for Friday night was to go and see The Mandolorian and Grogu because that seemed a good time for a Friday night when I wanted to turn my brain off and enjoy some action. The screenings were pretty limited near me, but I spotted there was one Sunday lunchtime, so I zoomed home from swimming and made it to that one. My main criticism of this film is that I think it wasn’t sure who it’s audience was, it didn’t seem to be willing to commit to whether it was a family film or not. There were whole sections with Grogu and the little mechanic aliens that were clearly aimed at kids, but a big chunk of the plot is all bounty hunters and gladiator style fights to the death. So like tonally, a bit all over the place, I wish they’d decided what kind of film they were making because for the record I’d have watched either version but there was a bit of whiplash going on there. (You could have cut a good half an hour/forty-five minutes out of it with no really storytelling loss, but I enjoyed spending time with those characters so it didn’t drag.) But, I can’t claim that I didn’t enjoy it. I watched three seasons of the Mandolorian purely for Djin and Grogu learning out to be a family and fighting bad guys, I’d likely have watched another three, so I was quite happy to watch another two and a bit hours of them doing their thing. Plus Sigourney Weaver as a New Republic senior officer, all very moral relativist but coming through in the crunch nonetheless, very hot.

And finally! I’ve had a documentary open in a tab on youtube for about six months, after reading a blog post about it somewhere, and I finally got round to watching it. Listers is a charming little indie documentary film by two brothers who discover the concept of competitive birdwatching, fall down a rabbithole investigating and end up spending a year living in a van making a film about doing their own ‘Big Year’. It’s both delightful and bizarre, just a fascinating deep dive into this whole other world and it’s dramas and foibles by two guys who’re outside it enough to see it’s eccentricities and have perspective on them, and fully aware that they have in fact been sucked into the culture of it. It’s a film made with a great deal of affection but also a clear sense of the ridiculous.

Books read in June

9 July 2026 11:18 am
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For the month of June, I finished seven books! Fewer than the previous month, but I’m perfectly happy with seven.

It did feel a little bit like I fell behind where I’d wanted, but clearly not too far! Still trying to carve time out pretty consistently, but it was a bit harder to do this month. My biggest reading time tends to be right before I go to bed, but this month I had more days where I started to doze off and had to put the book down, or where something else took longer than I wanted and cut into that time. (I am also realizing that overall health-wise… I probably need to go to bed before 1:30 or 2:00am, which has been my standard for the last year or so. That only gives me about five and a half hours a night, and that’s probably just not enough for me. So going to need to adjust my reading time to make room for the sleep, ha.)

This month…


(I like the covers for this series.)
Artificial Condition by Martha Wells
Book 2 of The Murderbot Diaries
2018
Science fiction - physical novella
5/5

Murderbot is on its own, truly a rogue unit. Despite the Preservation team purchasing its contract, and offering it a place on their colony, it knows there’s little use for a SecUnit there, and it knows it would still be owned. Besides, it still has questions about its past: it knows that something happened that caused it to kill the human clients on one of its jobs, but its own memories and all records of “the incident” have been erased.
Posing as an augmented human, Murderbot plans to visit the RaviHyral mining installation, where the incident occurred, looking for answers to whether it was deliberately behind what happened. Not everything goes according to plan. The bot-driven transport that it catches a ride on turns out to be a terrifyingly advanced machine intelligence, that now has an interest in Murderbot’s activities. And in order to access RaviHyral, it needs an employment contract, meaning it has to put its human disguise to the test by taking on human clients. Those human clients are in genuine need of protection, and Murderbot will do its best to provide it, even as it searches out the truth to its own history.


My thoughts, some spoilers:
I really enjoy this book! As always, I feel like I have a lot less to say about the things I love than the things that don’t work for me, but I can at least try to list what I love!
- Murderbot is, of course, a fantastic character, and I like getting to see it in new situations. The type of hiding its doing is different than the way it had to hide itself in All Systems Red. I also really like getting to watch it make its own decisions, again, to a much more complete extent than in the first book.
- ART is also a fantastic character, and I am constantly delighted by the way it and Murderbot interact.
- I love Murderbot continuing to find comfort in rewatching its favorite episodes of media, and the way it contrasts with the media that it turns out ART prefers, and what that says about both of them and the way they interact with the world. There’s a lot to be said about how they both find representation in the media they’re watching. (Which Murderbot makes explicit, when it explains to ART why it doesn’t like any media that actually involves SecUnits, because it knows what roles SecUnits occupy.)
- I love the investigation of RaviHyral and the discovery of what happened.
- Murderbot genuinely fears that it hacked its governor module in the past to cause the murders… yet even before we find out whether that’s true or not, we see how seriously it takes the safety of its clients. (It complains the whole time, but the desire to protect them is so clearly genuine.)
- We do get to see Murderbot being kind of judgmental, not just toward humans, but toward ComfortUnits - or sexbots, as it continues to call them. It’s really interesting to see how some of its own assumptions get challenged during its investigations. (Also a little heartbreaking.)
- I also love watching Murderbot get to fuck shit up. :)



(I like the cover incorporating both the vultures and the roses.)
A House with Good Bones by T. Kingfisher
2023
Horror (subgenres: southern gothic, haunted house, occult) - very background m/f - physical novel
5/5

When archeoentomologist Samantha has her next project put on hold, it provides her an excellent chance for an extended visit to her mother. Arriving to her childhood home in North Carolina, Sam quickly discovers something seems off about the house and about her mother. Her mother’s usual anxiety has apparently gotten far worse, even straying toward fear. Stranger, many of her mother’s choices, from interior decorating to new insistence on prayer before meals, seem far more in line with Gran Mae, Sam’s late, somewhat tyrannical grandmother who used to own the house. When Sam starts to do a bit of casual research on the family, she discovers dark, occult roots that she would never have suspected.


My thoughts:
I really loved this book!

Sam is extremely relatable to me. My actual degree is in anthropology (with an emphasis on archeology), and it’s probably no surprise to anyone here that I have a pretty strong interest in hobby entomology. Had I summoned a bit more drive and not squandered some opportunities, Sam’s career is something I could very well have ended up doing, or would have loved to do. I also had a southern grandmother (though mine was on my paternal side) that there’s a lot of Complicated Family Shit around.

One of the strange occurrences that Sam encounters is the fact that the house’s garden seems like an ecological deadzone, with nothing living except Gran Mae’s roses. I love this, because that’s the sort of thing that I find so extremely offputting and horrible the handful of times I’ve encountered gardens that have been pesticide-bombed into sterility. I DO take note of all the bugs I get to see in a given space, and having them be conspicuously gone is creepy, but I’m not sure that many people would notice or agree, so I liked it in the book. (It’s also a fun inversion of how insects are often a “symptom” of some aspect of the horror. We get the more played-straight version with the ladybugs, but even that is not the usual kind of insect activity that horror leans on.)

Sam’s character in general really did shine, I thought. I enjoyed that she related to so much through the lens of her entomology.
The only other T. Kingfisher books that I’ve read are the Sworn Soldier novellas, and Sam and Alex’s voices are somewhat similar—they both have a very dry sense of humor—but I did find them to still be distinct from each other.
That particular dry tone works really well for me in terms of humor. Sam’s description of her phone consistently failing to connect to the wifi was extremely funny, and will probably be one of those things that I think of every time I struggle with a bad connection. (Paraphrasing, but: “Her phone assured her that it had an excellent relationship with the wifi. She went to load a page, and the phone informed her it wasn’t that kind of relationship.”)

I also love black vultures (though we mainly have turkey vultures in Colorado.) We had a fun encounter with a black vulture that was roosting inside the ruins of an old Pentecostal church we visited in Maryland, and that felt like one of the most southern gothic things to possibly happen to me.

The early vibes of the story, where things were just creepy and wrong and unsettling was the strongest part for me. Even so, the reveal/conclusion/resolution didn’t feel weak to me at all.

And of course, it has a lot of the typical themes you’d expect from haunted house/southern gothic type stories. There’s a lot about what it means to cling to the past, what an “idealized past” actually idealizes, what it means on several levels when it comes to an unwillingness to move on, whether something is truly “normal” if it requires coercion to enforce. (And I think that having someone who studies the past as an archeologist, and who categorizes things as an entomologist makes for an excellent contrast to the past-as-tradition and categorization-as-judgment.)

This was excellent, and I really want both Taylor and Alex to read it, ha.




(Again, I like pretty much all the Murderbot covers.)
Rogue Protocol by Martha Wells
Book 3 of The Murderbot Diaries
2018
Science fiction - physical novella
4.5/5

After investigating its past on RaviHyral failed to provide hoped-for closure, Murderbot is at a loss for where to go next. It discovers from a news broadcast that the case between Preservation (the group Murderbot was contracted to,) and GrayCris (the corporation that tried to kill them,) is ongoing. There is some evidence that GrayCris has engaged in similar activities in their past, including their time on the planet Milu. Officially listed as a failed terraforming attempt, there is credible suspicion that it was actually an illegal attempt to mine alien remnants. If Murderbot could find evidence confirming this, it could help Preservation’s case.
A human team is going to Milu to assess GrayCris’ abandoned facility, which makes Murderbot’s plan simple: hitch a ride to Milu, perform its investigation, and hitch a ride back, with the human team none the wiser. Unfortunately, the humans from GoodNightLander Independent have no idea the lengths GrayCris will go to keep their wrongdoing from being exposed… but Murderbot does. Once again it finds itself in the position of choosing to protect a group of humans.


My thoughts, some spoilers for both this book and Artificial Condition:
Another good one! Though I will say that I understand why, in my initial read of the first four novellas back-to-back, that I sort of conflated parts of books two and three, because they have fairly similar arcs. (Murderbot visits a distant planet/station that has been abandoned, in order to find evidence that was supposed to be hidden, sneaking into the mostly-inaccessible place by way of subterfuge and joining up with a group that does have permission to be there, that it then has to protect, while it also encounters different machine intelligences/bots.) THAT SAID. The stories are still quite different, and the similarities and differences both highlight things about Murderbot’s character and personal arc.

My other thoughts:
- Miki. ;-;
- I really like how Murderbot’s interactions with both ART and Miki really throw its existence (and the existence of SecUnits in general) into relief. ART and Miki are extremely different, ART being an impossibly complex and powerful machine intelligence, and Miki being what Murderbot disparagingly calls a “pet bot.” Yet both genuinely care for and value the humans they work with, and those humans genuinely care about them. It makes Murderbot/SecUnits’ situation that much sadder, in multiple ways.
It’s awful that SecUnits—a mix of mechanical parts and cloned human tissue—are treated so much worse than bots. Yet it also makes sense, as we see how readily humans are exploited.
Murderbot’s repeated insistence that it obviously isn’t jealous of Miki is already kind of heartbreaking, but it’s extra so when [redacted] is what prompts it to return to Preservation in person.
- Another thing that comes up in both Artificial Condition and this one is getting to see Murderbot change a (judgmental) opinion after it learns more about the thing in question. In Artificial Condition it really seems to dislike “ComfortUnits,” calling them Sexbots, and seeming to be uncomfortable with them in general. Then it discovers that the ones on RaviHyral sacrificed themselves in an attempt to avert disaster, and it very clearly softens its opinion. In Rogue Protocol, it’s very dismissive of Miki’s relationship with Don Abene and the rest of the human team, refusing to believe that their connection was genuine… until it’s clear that it was. I like this.
- While we’ve already seen it, this book also helps to highlight how extremely effective Murderbot is without the control of the Governor Module. It’s so extremely good at figuring out how best to protect the team, even against extremely dangerous situations. Its ability to act under its own orders are the only way it can successfully do so; if it were forced to obey, it would have been destroyed, and members of the human team would have been killed.
- It is also clear that the sort of “rogue SecUnit” that is fearmongered about—one that truly does want to cause destruction and kill as many people as possible—would be extremely, terrifyingly lethal… but we keep seeing Murderbot’s drive to protect the teams it encounters, even the ones it has no external reason to. Again, I like that we see this multiple times and in various situations.




(This cover is fine. Not amazing, but perfectly fine. I'm not sure I think all the elements gel, but I'll take it over AI slop any day.)
Before the Broken Star by Emily R. King
Book 1 of The Evermore Chronicles trilogy
2019
Fantasy (subgenre: YA, steampunk [barely]) - m/f - ebook novel
2.5/5

Everley should be dead, and would be if not for the miraculous clockwork heart her uncle used to save her life. She is very aware that her life is literally lived on borrowed time, with no idea when Father Time may come to collect. Her deepest hope is that she has enough time to get revenge. Governor Markham murdered her parents and siblings, leaving her for dead, and Everley intends to make him pay… if she can ever get close enough to him.
Then a raid on the docks gives Everley her chance. The raid was intended to sweep up as many women—mostly streetwalkers and thieves—as possible, convict them, and sentence them to transportation to an island prison colony. Here they will serve as wives for the existing convicts, helping to establish a settlement on the island to serve the queen’s expansionist aims. Governor Markham, who first mapped the island with Everley’s father, is the one in charge of the colony. Getting herself sentenced to the island may be her best chance to access him.
Everley wants no distractions from her singular focus, not even her accidental marriage of convenience to the charming Lieutenant Jamison Callahan, or friendships with any of the other women being sent to the island. Everley hopes her opportunity for revenge is approaching, but both the island and Markham himself are hiding secrets she’d never imagined, secrets that could connect to the creation of the world, stories long dismissed as myth and heresy.


My thoughts, vague spoilers:
This one wasn’t terrible, but was definitely a story that was Not For Me. I could see it maybe having had a bit more of a hold on me back when I was more the target audience for YA, and there were aspects that were enjoyable, but as a whole, it felt a bit forgettable.

The good:
This really did do a good job of making every character feel like the protagonist of their own story. I can envision interesting “versions” of the plot with almost any of them as the main character.

The set up to share the myths/relevant fairy tales felt pretty natural, and not like an obvious exposition info-dump, or like the book was trying to wink at the reader to make sure you knew it was going to be important. (It could have come across as that meme of Mickey Mouse, where he’s whispering in an aside to the viewer about how “this is a special tool that will help us later.”) I honestly thought it was just worldbuilding flavor.

The mixed:
The downside of all the characters feeling like their own protagonist is that I’m not completely convinced that Everley is the most interesting one to follow. She probably has the most interesting plotline, but in terms of character? I’m not sure.

Everley’s clockwork heart. It’s really the only steampunk-ish thing, which is a bit of a bummer. I love the steampunk aesthetic, but it’s basically nonexistent outside of the one thing. The book seems to get tagged as being steampunk fairly often, but it very much isn’t. I do like that the clockwork heart comes with genuine, serious drawbacks for Everley, from the risk of strong emotions causing the mechanism to malfunction, to the fear of water getting into it, to the plain fear of discovery. This does limit her… at times. Unfortunately, those limits seem to disappear when convenient for the plot. For something we’re told is uncontrollable, she sure does control it in a lot of “important” situations.
(I also couldn’t ever quite adjust to her calling it her “ticker.” I so deeply associate that with like… old men talking about “their ticker” when they want to avoid a heart attack that it was always jarring, haha. I DO agree it’s a perfect term for something that’s both a heart and a clock, but it just sounds so unserious!)

Some of the things I found the most fun were things like the little aside/side quests in the forest, like the evil illusory cottage. However, those bits could have been chopped out with minimal impact on the story, and also just kept reminding me of Deltora Quest and making me wish I was reading that instead, ha.

The not great:
The book and characters are a little weird about sex work, even though I get the feeling that it’s trying not to be? Everley falsely pleads guilty to sex work (“street walking”) to get sentenced to the island, and some of the other characters (the Cat and the Fox) were sex workers… which is apparently a capital offense, and is basically always treated as shameful. Everley seems to be trying to be non-judgmental about it, but sometimes she does get judgey. There’s never really any push back from the actual sex worker characters beyond taking minor offense, and there’s a pervasive vibe that of course none of them would ever have chosen to do it, but were forced into it. It’s very much treated as a plot device.

Everley’s character sometimes really frustrated me. Part of it is probably it being YA, and it being understandable that she’s a bit impulsive or at war with herself, because she is young. But it seems we’re supposed to think that she’s a master planner, building up this entire plot in service to her singular goal of revenge… yet she seems utterly unprepared for it. I understand her utterly pacifistic religion causing conflict for her about killing… but girl, what was your plan, then?? That was always supposedly your goal! I also understand or can appreciate a conflict between who she would be if she could/who she has been forced to be/who she wants to be… but the execution makes her seem a bit wishy washy.

Characters almost always end up confirming what Everley thinks of them, even if there’s a brief moment where it seems like there’ll be a subversion. There’s no tension over whether Markham is a villain, even though it seemed like the reader was supposed to be wondering. He insists there’s so much Everley doesn’t understand, that there are secret reasons and context that will change everything she assumes about him… and immediately kills off that question by threatening to facilitate the abuse of a child in order to make Everley do something. And then it turns out, yup, he is the villain. No special absolving context, just context that explains “yup. Evil.” (Bummer, because I love “this changes everything!” context.)

While the stakes have definitely raised by the end of the story, and I know it’s setting up the rest of the trilogy, it also feels like a lot of things have just returned to status quo by the end. Everley is still consumed with a desire for revenge against the same man. She still resents and rejects attempts at emotional connection. One of the big reveals ([redacted] is actually alive!) is reset when [redacted] is one of the only named characters to then die, so that’s a bit of a wash.

This is silly, but there’s a scene of Callahan playing the violin, and it is maybe the worst description of violin playing I’ve read. “Lieutenant Callahan strums a violin alongside a drummer and a whistle player. His fingers fly across the strings as he moves the bow up and down the neck of the instrument.” Lol. (Did she mean the bow flies and his fingers move up and down? But then why strumming? You can pluck the strings, but in that case the bow wouldn’t be doing anything…)

I could see this having appealed a bit more to me if I’d been able to vibe with Everley and just enjoy the adventure aspects, which might have been something I’d have been more inclined toward when I was younger. But also maybe not. Like I said, I’m sure it’s for someone, just not for me.
It also felt just… so extremely het. (Even if I was hoping for Everley and Harlow to have an enemies to lovers arc, or for the Fox and the Cat to be partners in more than crime wink.)
No regrets having read it, but I do not see myself picking up the remainder of the trilogy.




(I do think this has a great cover.)
Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle
2023
Horror (subgenre: queer, religious) - f/f - physical novella - read with Alex
4/5

Rose Darling is a devoted and devout member of Kingdom of the Pine, a conservative Christian church that all but owns the town of Neverton, MT. Their main claim to fame is Camp Damascus, the only ex-gay conversion camp in the world to boast a 100% success rate.
As she starts to take her first steps into adulthood, strange things start to happen to Rose. She vomits black flies; she begins to see a strange, inhuman woman following her, who may even be responsible for the death of one of her friends; she begins having impossible memories of a relationship with a girl that she doesn’t know. Her parents and her church-appointed therapist are dismissive of these occurrences, chalking them up to strange coincidence, or psychological manifestations of some secret guilt she’s harboring. Dissatisfied with this lack of explanation, Rose continues to investigate, despite Kingdom of the Pine’s reminder that curiosity is a sin.
The more she looks into things, the more certain she is that the answers are at Camp Damascus. She—and others she meets—have no recollection of the camp, despite apparently having attended. It seems like Kingdom of the Pines is doing something even worse than anyone could have guessed.


My thoughts, slight spoilers:
I enjoyed this one a little bit more on this second read, so I nudged it up from a 3.5 to a 4.

My thoughts are mostly the same as they were last year.

The good:
I like Rose’s character and perspective. Her analytical, scientific way of looking at things informs the way she acts, and what things she notices as well as how she thinks about them.

I mean… a church making a literal deal with the devil (demons) in order to more successfully attempt to force the gay out, while finding infinite justifications for it, really does feel quite real.

There are a lot of aspects of the religious control that really do feel quite real. I like the way in which Rose is being pushed into adulthood, with her parents trying to set her up with a boy, and seeming in part to expect her to be moving on to her own life… while also doing everything possible to prevent that from happening. Rose is just graduating high school at age 20, because members of the church are required to take two years off to do mission service, which puts them at a social delay compared to the norm. She’s an adult, but her father takes away her laptop as punishment for just trying to research something happening to her. She’s being kept sort of childlike, even when her family seems to resent that fact. It’s very “you need to be a responsible adult and make your own choices… but only if you’re making the choices we want you to make.”

The other bit that sticks out to me is her mom’s “bonding activity” for them, where they go on walks and “diagnose” their neighbors/friends/total strangers with sins, and “prescribe” the way they would spiritually fix them or have them repent. Her mom does treat it as a fun activity, but it’s just such a creepy and gross way to behave! Extremely realistic, ha.

The meh:
I do still find some of the stylistic things awkward. Rose refers to her parents by first name sometimes, which seems super weird and jarring. I again tried to tell if it was something that was indicating her emotional distance from them, but it didn’t seem to be. She also uses “my friend” as an epithet pretty often, in situations where it again, feels unnatural. In that case, just using the friend’s name would seem more natural. Those two things make it seem a bit like an attempt to avoid monotony, but instead it sticks out as jarring to me.

I realized that I misread something the previous time, where I thought that Rose’s girlfriend, Willow, is a sort of undefined pagan. She isn’t; she’s actually a presumable atheist, who simply likes the witchy aesthetic (girl, same!) (I’m not sure why I missed it, so I have no excuse.) That does at least slightly soften one of the thematic things that I had an issue with previously. The first time, it really rubbed me the wrong way that Saul remained a devoted Christian, Willow had (I misinterpreted) a sort of undefined non-Christian faith, and then Rose swung to atheistic, before deciding that that was the pendulum swinging too far, and coming to the decision that she should have some faith. Now, with Willow providing that atheistic counterpoint, it bothers me less that Rose ends up sort of settling in the middle. It’s still a “meh” thing for me, because I don’t necessarily like that as an answer, but it no longer feels quite so invalidating, ha.

It did strike me even more this time how little Camp Damascus actually features, which feels strange, with it sort of looming large over the narrative. It’s not bad per se, to have the sort of lurking threat, but it feels very weird to see the remaining pages dwindle, without having even reached the camp yet.

I still feel like this would ideally be like… a SyFy original movie, but it’d be a really good one, haha.




(Apparently this cover artist is willing to trace shit, so I feel no need to be nice, so I'll say that this one is at best extremely bland and does nothing to convey anything in particular about the book. Also, if book 1 was the secretly-Stucky-fic, why is this the cover where it looks like them?)
Common Goal by Rachel Reid
Book 4 of Game Changers
2020
M/M Romance (subgenre: hockey romance) - ebook novel
2.5/5

Eric Bennett, veteran goalie, knows that his life is going to change. First, he knows it’s time to start seriously thinking about retirement. Second, after his divorce, he’s starting to consider the possibility of dating men.
Kyle Swift, a grad student and bartender, has definitely had more than enough of closeted older men interested in using him for a bit of fun. Despite his certainty that Eric would be exactly that, he can’t deny that Eric is exactly the sort of man he’s attracted to.
Despite their mutual certainty that a real relationship has to be off the table, the two strike up a friendship… with benefits. Kyle is happy enough to indulge in his attraction to Eric while giving Eric some good “firsts” to put him on a path to eventually dating a man for real.
Regardless of their intentions, neither of them can switch off the emotions that leave them wanting more with each other.


My thoughts, spoilers:
This book felt pretty solidly “meh.” I was going to give it a 3, and then I realized how little I have to put in the positive column. :/ 2 feels super harsh, so… 2.5 it is.

The good(?):
I like having a bisexual protagonist, and while it’s never labeled as such on-page, I’d argue that Eric seems to also probably be demisexual. (Which should be super duper relatable to me! Unfortunately, it didn’t quite hit as well as I would have wished, but I still appreciate the characterization.)
I also appreciate that it didn’t totally demonize his ex-wife. There’s a bit of “well, maybe I was never really satisfied with her…” but she isn’t made out to have been awful or anything.

Hooray for a Maria redemption? (In book 1 she wanted to go become a cop. In this book she quit cop school to study human services and “actually” help people.)

I did genuinely feel for Kyle, and his struggles with the past relationship that went extremely sour, and how that's left him with some baggage. (It felt like he harbored more guilt than he should over it, but I sympathized.)

In theory I like the idea of "we're going to have sex, because I'm helping you get over your nerves about it, and this is supposed to be no strings attached... but oh no, the strings!" Unfortunately, it's probably not a good sign that one of my positives is "well... I could have liked something like this..."

The meh:
I know I mentioned that Heated Rivalry had a very slight kink dynamic, but one that worked well for me, and was basically right at the point where I enjoy it, and don’t start disliking it. The Dom/sub kink dynamic here is much more overt, and did cross that line of “diminishing returns,” where I do not enjoy it, and hit the point where I actively enjoy it less. Not to the point of squick or anything, and it’s not like it’s super extreme kink or anything, it just got to the point where I was not into it. This is entirely a personal taste/personal baggage thing, and not something I’d knock the book for, but as a result I did personally think the sex scenes were less appealing. (And my ratings are subjective related to my enjoyment!)

One thing that I’ve enjoyed previously about the series was how different each book and the couples in them felt. They all had very different dynamics with each other and as individual characters, and that was something I liked. This book… doesn’t feel that way. It feels like this book was built out of pieces of the previous ones.
Eric is friends with Scott, and Kyle is friends with Kip, and they sort of feel like a rehash of the Game Changer storyline. It’s another closeted-for-now hockey player x out grad student/service industry worker couple. Sure, Kyle is a bartender not a smoothie barista, but Kip has since also started working at the bar, an them being coworkers kind of highlights the similarity.
There’s the friends-with-benefits “oh no I can’t let him know I caught feelings” aspect that Heated Rivalry has, but where I was all-in for Shane and Ilya, it felt really artificial here. Shane and Ilya at least arguably have external forces that keep them from wanting to acknowledge the relationship; for Eric and Kyle it’s purely internal, and felt far weaker to me.
There’s even the “I’m planning to stop playing hockey” aspect like Ryan (even if Eric’s exit is a much more positive one), while Kyle serves as Eric’s introduction to some aspects of queer culture, not entirely unlike Fabian does for Ryan in Tough Guy.
Eric and Kyle aren’t exact retreads, and it is probably the kink dynamic and age difference that I’d say sets them apart the most, but it still sort of feels like the previous three books got tossed in a blender and came out as a much blander story.

The bad:
The most minor bad thing: more typos this time around than I’ve noticed in any of the previous books in the series. Still not egregious, and frankly in line with most tradpub stuff, but it still bugs me to notice.

The biggest sin in my opinion is that it eventually got to a point where the emotional beats felt so repetitive that I stopped caring. Eric and Kyle’s mutual “I enjoy the sex, but a relationship would be a ~bad idea~, so I can’t let feelings factor in” thing lasts the whole book. After 300-odd pages of “no, he’s bad for me! I’m bad for him! We can’t be together, because it’s a bad idea!” I started to hope they’d just give it up. Like, if you’re that sure that the relationship is all wrong for you, then call it quits!
On page 295 (of 321), it says “For the millionth time, Eric shut all of his thoughts and feelings about Kyle into a box and locked it.” I’m reading it going “yeah! And I feel like I’ve heard about it all million times! Just fucking break up all the way already, if you’re going to keep doing this!” and that should absolutely not be how I feel about the main couple in a romance! I don’t usually mind (and even sometimes enjoy!) the “I want to, but I can’t! Woe is me!” emotional beats, but this drew it out for far too long, with far too little true reason behind it.

The other part that I had the worst time with was that it sometimes felt like the characters were reacting to scenes that never happened. This was especially egregious at the start, but it set the tone for the whole book to me. Early on (somewhere around the 40-45 page range), Eric thinks about how Kyle had obviously and firmly rejected him at their first meeting. Around this same time, Kyle is thinking about how Eric is obviously one of those shitty married guys who wants a gay fling on the side… but neither of those reactions felt set up by that first, casual meeting at the bar. Kyle had noticed Eric’s wedding ring, but didn’t have the same sort of vitriol about it, and instead just figured that meant that Eric wasn’t interested. There wasn’t really a “rejection,” certainly not a firm one, because there was never an overture to reject; they chatted, and both privately thought the other was attractive, and then they parted ways.
I have zero proof of this, but to me it feels like the first scene where Eric and Kyle meet each other got rewritten at some point, or some parts got reshuffled, and some of those later bits are still “reacting” to the original version. That might not be the case, but that’s how it felt. It was whiplash to have Eric say on page 36 that he plans to flirt with Kyle the next time he sees him, seeming excited by the idea, to saying on page 40 (after a chapter break, but no significant time skip) that he thinks it’s a bad idea to go back to the bar at all when Scott invites him to, because Kyle had rejected him.

I am given to understand that the next two books are better again, so looking forward to those, but yeah… this one felt like a backslide in quality, or like it was an idea that hadn’t quite baked all the way.




(I really like the cover for this one.)
Inkpot Gods by Seanan McGuire
Book 4 of Alchemical Journeys
2026
Urban fantasy - m/f and f/f - physical novel
4.5/5

In 1870s Boston, alchemist John Baker adopts a niece he’d never known. The girl wants to please her uncle, and becomes his assistant in his alchemical workings. Eventually naming herself “Asphodel,” she wants to become an alchemist in her own right… but the North American Alchemical Congress will never allow a woman to attain that status. She will do more than prove them wrong; she will find ways to punish them for it.
In the modern day, Lilianne, a self-taught alchemist, comes to Berkeley, in search of the lab she knows the Alchemical Congress abandoned. She meets Smita, and through her, Rodger, Dodger, and the rest of the cuckoos, constructs, and incarnates with connections to the alchemical world. Most of them have plenty of reasons to distrust and dislike alchemists, but they know the lab could be dangerous and needs to be dealt with. They take Lily with to investigate. The lab is supposed to be abandoned, but something has been left behind, and that something may have designs of its own.


My thoughts, some spoilers:
I really liked this one! The series as a whole has felt a bit mixed (I generally like it but don’t love it, but this was one of the entries I’ve enjoyed the most.)

The good:
The dual timelines were good. Again, I really enjoyed both time periods that we were following, so while sometimes I did want to get back to what happened with one group, I was never disappointed when we switched to the other.

I love getting to see Asphodel. She’s been such an important figure, lurking in the background of the series, and with such a complicated legacy. And she’s terrible! Just the fucking worst! Yet at the same time, I sympathize. She did get a raw deal, she did have to fight for what she deserved… But she’s terrible!
I do love seeing her at full murdering-for-personal-gain horribleness, and letting that give really interesting context to that current legacy that she’s left. It makes the cuckoos and the brutality of so much in alchemy make more sense. It also is such a good contrast to the fact that she’s most publicly known as a beloved children’s book author.
Along with that… I enjoyed the sort of rug pull with Deborah. (Which may have just been me.) Knowing that Asphodel would eventually go by “A. Deborah Baker” makes Deborah’s introduction interesting. Like “oh, so is this person going to be important to her? That she’d later adopt her name?” Woof. I mean… she was important. But Not As I Expected.

Lilianne is a trans woman, and I love getting trans protagonists in anything, but particularly in a story that isn’t overtly About Being Trans. It’s still extremely relevant to her character: alchemy allowing for a lot of very literal reinvention and alteration and influence over reality would of course appeal! But I appreciate that she’s just getting to be the protagonist of this story.

The bad:
…how many times am I allowed to gripe about typos? I will never stop griping until they stop being such a problem. There’s one on the first page of the first chapter where a character’s name is wrong! And because of the way it’s wrong, it’s sort of an immediate spoiler! (Only spoiling a familial relation that would be revealed fairly quickly, but still!) Can some of these major publishers please fucking invest in some damn copyeditors??

I really don’t have much ‘bad’ to say about this book!

It does end on a bit of a cliffhanger, with the next book slated to be the last. I don’t know if it has an official date yet, but at a guess I’d say 2028. (I’d be happy if it was 2027, but I’m not counting on that.)

This does also make me more excited to read the Up and Under books (four novellas published “as” A. Deborah Baker; the children’s books that she’s canonically the author of.) Those will be coming up before too long in my TBR. I sort of wonder how reading them now will feel (having learned more directly about Asphodel) as opposed to how it would have felt reading them earlier on.





Bonus novelette/short story


(I think a good illustration of the space station that they're visiting.)
“Rapport: Friendship, Solidarity, Communion, Empathy” by Martha Wells
A Murderbot Diaries novelette, set after Artificial Condition
2025
Science fiction - online novelette
Published on Tor.com (now Reactormag) here.
4/5

The crew of the research transport ship Perihelion, one of the most powerful and advanced artificial intelligences ever, are heading to a station where they hope to find and study a Pre-Corporation Rim site. When they arrive, they discover the station is in the midst of a hostile takeover, and their already secretive mission has gotten significantly more dangerous. As they move through the station, Perihelion offers its assistance, as usual… but it seems to have gotten a lot of interesting new ideas and strategies regarding surveillance and how to manipulate security systems. Iris, one of the crew members, is quite interested in where ‘Peri’ may have gotten these new ideas.


My thoughts:
(I am reading The Murderbot Diaries in chronological order this time, rather than publishing order, so despite this being one of the more recent pieces, I read it now.)

This is a really fun story! I was excited about it when it came out last year, but never got around to reading it, in part because I felt like it had been too long since I’d read other parts of the series, particularly Artificial Condition, which it’s set after. I probably did not need to wait for the reread, but I did like getting it in the chronological context. That said, there are a lot of characters mentioned as parts of ART’s/Perihelion’s crew, and recognizing them from later books was helpful. I do think that it would have been an okay introduction to those characters, but I can’t say for sure.
I loved seeing ART’s interest in security systems and surveillance drones and such, because it’s absolutely obvious where it learned about those and how to use them. (And how to do so “creatively.”)
It’s also nice to see ART spending time with its crew. We know from the series how much it values and cares for them, and I like getting to see them doing things in the course of their normal lives and activities. We get to see them through Murderbot’s perspective later, but getting a bit of a sense of the baseline is good.




Reading goals for 2026:
- Read 50 books (38/50)
- Read more genre classics (Tolkien, Le Guin, Pratchett) (5/x)
- Re/read the Murderbot Diaries (3/8)
- Read the 2025 Pride ebook bundle (7/14)
- Read some short story collections (2/x)



It took me a while to get caught up on June’s reviews, so I’ve so far read two more books:
- Butterfly Effects by Seanan McGuire, a co-read with Taylor
- The Tombs of Atuan by Ursula K. Le Guin

I am currently reading four books:
- Exit Strategy by Martha Wells, the next Murderbot book (which I may finish today)
- The Fever King by Victoria Lee, my ebook side-read
- Diavola by Jennifer Thorne, my co-read with Alex
- A House with Good Bones by T. Kingfisher (again), my co-read with Taylor

My plans for what to read next:
- Luminescent Machinations a short story collection, one of the Pride ebooks
- Fugitive Telemetry by Martha Wells, continuing Murderbot, reading in chronological rather than release order
- The Starving Saints by Caitlin Starling
- Network Effect by Martha Wells, more Murderbot
- The Farthest Shore by Ursula K. Le Guin, the next Earthsea book
- System Collapse by Martha Wells, more Murderbot
- Fair’s Point by Melissa Scott, another from the Pride ebooks
- For my ebook side-read, I’ll probably read the next Game Changers book, and then either another non-romance ebook or another short story collection

My TBR has somehow hit 855 books.
A chunk of those came from another humble bundle of books, which I sort of regret, because none of them were ones that were already on my wishlist. (But at the time it was more of a “ooh, stuff I’ve never heard of, but was well-received! This is good for expanding my reading horizons!” But with this much on the list, I probably don’t need to worry about that so much.)
Now I’m resisting the Tannith Lee bundle they currently have, because I do want to read more of her work, and only one of the books in the bundle is one I already have. I will probably give in and explode the TBR even further.




Bonus book-related thoughts that don’t quite deserve their own posts…

Now that we’re (more than) halfway through the year, I’m at the point that I was going to “allow” myself to reorganize my TBR if I wanted to. (In order to quell the temptation to constantly reshuffle things, I told myself I had to stick with it for six months first.) At this point… I’m not planning a reshuffle. I still want to finish the Murderbot reread/get to read this year’s, keep reading the Earthsea books, and I’d really love to finish the Pride ebooks (which is the “stretch goal” that I most hope to hit for the year.) With those still being my main goals, I’m sticking with the plan that lets those be the main focus (with a few other things mixed in.)

However I have started to think about what I want to do for next year, even if that is getting ahead of myself a little. I’ve been pretty happy with my reading this year so far, so I will probably do roughly the same thing, alternating between the classics I’ve wanted to read, individual books/trilogies/etc. on the TBR, and things that I did get from bundles and such. I’ll also still have my ebook side-reads, probably still also alternating between indie romance stuff, the fairly random non-romance ones I’ve picked up via FirstReads or elsewise on kindle, and short story collections.
While that’s the overall plan, I also do need to actually organize and prioritize the list. (I prefer actually having a list, so I always know what I’ll be reading next, rather than allowing decision paralysis to keep me from picking up a new book for days or weeks.) Prioritizing is tricky for me, because I have a lot that I really want to read and am looking forward to. I could read JUST things in that category for a couple years, probably! However, I’ve really enjoyed the bundles of books that have included books I probably wouldn’t have picked up otherwise, so I do want to still allow myself to be surprised by the sorts of things I wouldn’t have personally put at the top of the list. (It has meant I read stuff I didn’t like, too. But I think bad books or fine books that aren’t for me are also a good part of my book diet.) The TBR does also include quite a lot of rereads, and I’m still hoping to actually get to some of them, too!
So we’ll see.



A while ago, I posted about the sort of conflicted feelings I have surrounding books that I own copies of, but that are no longer available for sale. (Though I think I’ve come down on the side of treating them no differently than the other things on my TBR.) I’d mentioned the sort of worry that it awoke for me about things on my wishlist disappearing before I purchased them, and the FOMO worry about losing the chance to read something at all.
Well, two things on my wishlist have indeed since been removed. (The book cover and title still show up on my list, but no price, and the product page is now a 404.) One book, an indie novella, appears to still be available via the author’s website, so I will likely eventually buy it there. The other is part of an anthology series (not short story anthologies, but stand-alone novels written by different authors) that was tradpub.
The publisher is still around, and there are at least two upcoming entries in that same series that they’re actively advertising. The book is listed on their website, but hard copies are sold out, and all the ebook links lead to 404s. There’s a bsky post about the cover for one of the upcoming entries in the series, that mentions the new look for the series, so I’m hopeful the book I’m interested in will be available again, and is just getting a new cover or something… but I’m frustrated that the ebooks were taken down. (True of other books in the series, too.) I couldn’t find any mention of the earlier entries being taken down or being reworked or anything, so it’s also possible they’re just gone, which seems sucky for a series that you’re still publishing and promoting.
So… I guess a couple more data points regarding books disappearing.
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Title: Imprisoned Again
Fandom: The Fantastic Journey
Author: 
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Characters: Jonathan Willaway, Varian.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: General for the series.
Summary: Once again, two of the travellers find themselves taken prisoner…
Word Count: 1340
Written For: Prompt 273 – Bad Timing at 
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Disclaimer: I don’t own The Fantastic Journey, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
 
 


Imprisoned Again... )

Fic: Mystifying

9 July 2026 06:01 pm
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Title: Mystifying
Author: 
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Characters: Ianto, Jack, OC.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3120
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: There is a strange castle sitting beside a road in the Brecon Beacons… Even for Torchwood, that’s a bit weird.
Content Notes: None needed.
Written For: Weekend Challenge Global Grab Bag at 
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
 
 


 
“This,” said Ianto, “gives a whole new meaning to the term ‘abandoned castle’, don’t you think?”

 
“It’s certainly different.” Jack studied the castle. One thing was certain; it didn’t belong in the middle of the Brecon Beacons. To be fair, he wasn’t sure where it WOULD belong, with all its turrets, and minarets, battlements, bartizans, corbels, and watchtowers. It seemed to be an amalgam of every kind of castle built throughout earth’s history, with a few additional features that had probably never been imagined by human architects of any period.
 

How it had come to be where it was, sitting innocently in the middle of nowhere, beside the A470 was anyone’s guess. The Rift didn’t extend this far, or at least there’d never been any prior indication that it might, and anyway, the sorts of things that came through it were usually moderately sized at most, nothing bigger than a bus. Certainly nothing the size of a castle, and yet…

 

There it stood, solid as stone, nestling into the scenery as if it had always been there. Which, Ianto assured Jack, could not possibly be the case. There was no record of it, no one had ever reported seeing a stray castle up here, and there was no way in hell it could have escaped anyone’s notice. It would be extremely difficult for anyone to overlook a building more than a hundred feet in height and covering several acres, surrounded by a moat, especially one of such… unique design.

 

“I suspect this might be a little difficult to cover up.” Ianto stared gloomily at the castle. Now that the initial excitement was wearing off, all he could see was a massive problem, one that he and the rest of Torchwood would no doubt be expected to solve.


 
“Camouflage paint?” Jack suggested hopefully. Ianto didn’t reply, just turned a withering glare on his lover. Jack shrugged. “It was just an idea!”

 
Returning his attention to the inconvenient castle, Ianto stared at it hard, as if willing it to disappear as suddenly and inexplicably as it had appeared. “I had hoped it might be nothing more than a mirage,” he said, sounding defeated. “But no such luck.”
 

“It’s too solid for a mirage,” Jack agreed.

 

Ianto pulled out his pocket watch to check the time; it was barely five in the morning, although, with it being the height of summer, the sun had been up almost as long as he and Jack had. “We’re fortunate there isn’t much traffic this early in the morning, but it won’t be long before someone else sees our new landmark, and then tourists and locals alike will be flocking up here with phones and cameras at the ready…” Ianto trailed off. “It’s going to be a nightmare.”

 

“We’ll figure something out.”

 

“If that’s meant to be reassuring… it’s not.” Ianto strode towards the castle and tested the conveniently lowered drawbridge with the toe of one scruffy trainer. He’d learned some time ago that tailored three-piece suits and Italian leather dress shoes were not suitable attire for a jaunt out to the Beacons.

 

“Be careful,” Jack warned as Ianto ventured slowly out onto what appeared to be weather-worn wooden planks of considerable age.

 

Ianto paused to look back. “Are you just going to stand there and let me face whatever might be in there alone?”


 
“No, of course not! I just thought we should cross the drawbridge one at a time. We don’t know how much weight it can take.”
 

“A likely story.” Ianto, already a good twenty feet out across the drawbridge, stamped his foot on the boards with a reassuringly solid thud; he didn’t detect the slightest hint of vibration in the timbers. “We could probably drive the SUV across if it wasn’t for the fact there’s a roadside ditch in the way. What are you worried about anyway? We’re both immortal, so come on!”


 
“Fine, but if we wind up trapped in there, or if it suddenly goes back to wherever it came from, who’ll know where we went and come to our rescue?”

 
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Jack! I left a message for the team before we set out, since there was no way of knowing what we’d find when we got here.” All that Torchwood’s automated alert systems had given them was a report of an unknown signal being detected, along with a set of coordinates. “It’s a good thing one of us can be relied on to use their brain.”
 

“That’s unfair!” Jack pouted. “I use mine too! Give me a second to take a couple of pictures and send them to the team’s phones.” He got his phone out. “Say cheese!”

 

“Jack!”

 

“Good enough.” Jack snapped off a few shots, attached them to a text, and sent it. “At least if we don’t come back, they’ll be forewarned.” Jack stepped gingerly onto the drawbridge.

 

“Since when have you been such a pessimist?”

 

“Since a gigantic castle appeared out of nowhere! Do we even know what’s usually here?”

 

“A nondescript patch of moorland. Grass, heather, bracken, the occasional rock. Nothing of particular interest, except perhaps to a botanist or a geologist.” With Jack trailing behind him, Webley in hand, Ianto stepped through the arched entrance into a courtyard.


 
For an ancient castle, it appeared surprisingly well-preserved. The flagstones, though worn, were free of weeds, and the whole place appeared well cared for. Maybe it wasn’t quite as abandoned as it had seemed from the outside. Ianto drew his own gun and moved forward more cautiously, sniffing the air.
 

“What?” said Jack, coming alongside him, but looking in the opposite direction, covering their left side while Ianto covered the right.

 

“Don’t you smell it? Freshly baked bread!” Ianto’s stomach growled hungrily; they’d skipped breakfast in the interests of checking out the anomaly as quickly as possible.


 
“Huh, now you mention it…” Jack took a deep sniff too, his mouth watering. “Where is that coming from? It smells delicious.”

 
“Probably the kitchens, and if there’s bread baking, that means there’s someone about, doing the baking. Probably close by.” He spared Jack a quick glance. “But that does NOT mean we can go and help ourselves. For all we know, no matter how good it smells, it might not be suitable for human consumption. Accidentally poisoning or drugging ourselves would not be helpful. Whoever this castle belongs to, they might be deliberately trying to trap us and drug us into revealing Torchwood’s secrets.”

 
“Now who’s being a pessimist?”

 
“I’m just saying we should exercise caution. Lord knows your caution could do with some exercise. You never use it; you just go blundering into dangerous situations without a thought.”
 

“I… would resent that if it wasn’t true.” Jack gave a sheepish grin. “I’m trying to do better.”

 

“You’re trying, I’ll give you that much.” Ianto pointed. “Kitchens are this way.”

 

Jack frowned. “How d’you know that?”

 

“I have a passing familiarity with castles; I’ve visited a fair few. Despite the unusual aspects of this one’s design, some things appear relatively standard.” Ianto led the way to the central building, around to one side and through an open doorway, into a kitchen with a slate floor, massive ovens in one wall, a fireplace, and a large wooden table in the middle, where two loaves of bread that looked fresh from the oven were cooling.

 

“Huh.” Jack’s attention automatically fixed on the baked goods. “All this space, those huge ovens, and only two loaves? Doesn’t that seem like a bit of a waste of effort?”

 

“Not all bakers are overachievers like you, Jack. Besides, two loaves, two of us… Remember what I said earlier? They could be the bait for a trap.”


 
“You really believe that?”

 
Ianto shook his head. “I don’t know what to believe. This whole situation is bizarre, even for us. Castles don’t just appear out of nowhere, like they just fell out of some giant’s pocket at the side of the road.” He walked past the table and its enticing fresh bread, making for the far doorway, checking carefully before stepping through into what looked like the banquet hall. A long table ran down the centre, with elaborately carved chairs along each side, space enough for at least forty people, although there were only two place settings, across from each other at the end closest to the kitchen.
 

“Curioser and curioser,” murmured Jack. “It’s almost like we were expected.


 
Ignoring Jack, Ianto bypassed the table, moving towards another door leading deeper into the castle. Following him, Jack cocked his head to one side, “Do you hear that?” he whispered.

 
“Hear what?” Ianto replied. Three thousand years of evolution had given Jack better hearing and eyesight than Ianto, no doubt helped by a certain amount of crossbreeding with various alien races.

 
“I don’t know, but I’m hearing something. This way.” Jack took the lead, heading for the far end of the passageway, passing by numerous doors, all of which were closed. He stopped at a narrow doorway, the only one that was open, beyond which was a steep flight of stone steps. “Whatever it is, it’s coming from down there.”
 

“You do know that’s probably the dungeons down there, right?” Ianto sounded apprehensive.

 

“We’re armed with guns,” Jack reminded his lover. “I think we have the upper hand here.”

 

“I hope you’re right. Okay, lead the way.”

 

“Why do I have to lead?”

 

“You see better in the dark than I do, and it might be best to avoid advertising our presence before we see whatever’s making that noise.”


 
Now they were closer to the source, they could hear better, although they still couldn’t identify the noise beyond the fact that it was made up of thumps, clangs, thuds, and the occasional whirring sound, interspersed with snorts and rumblings.
 

“Maybe it’s the prisoners in the dungeons, trying to get out,” Jack murmured.

 

“Maybe it’s the sound of torture devices being used on the prisoners.” Ianto shuddered, remembering an earlier visit to the Beacons, and the cannibals who’d been preying on travellers.


 
“No, if it was that, there’d be screaming.”
 

“Right, of course. What was I thinking?”

 

“Alright, let’s do this. Keep close, but don’t crowd me.”

 

“I do know what I’m doing, Jack. I’m not some wet behind the ears new recruit.”

 

“I never said you were.” Jack crept slowly down the steps, Webley steady in one hand, the other trailing along the stone wall beside him for balance, trying to tread as softly as he could. Not that anyone was likely to hear his footsteps over all the banging and clonking.

 

Ianto followed, keeping three stairs between himself and Jack so that he didn’t lose sight of his lover in the gloom. As it turned out, he didn’t need to worry about that. The staircase curved in a tight spiral, and almost before they lost the light filtering down from above, they began to see a glow from below that grew brighter the further down they went. When they reached the bottom, they peered cautiously around the edge of the doorframe.

 

What they saw there was neither dungeons nor a torture chamber, but a spacious, well-lit underground chamber lined with banks of machinery, most of which neither man could even begin to guess the purpose of. There were computers, certainly, with lots of flashing lights, but they only accounted for one relatively small area. The other things were completely unfamiliar, although they appeared to have been bodged together using components from dozens of different worlds.


 
Over by one wall was a hunched figure wielding what appeared to be an assortment of tools, one in each of its four hands. It was hitting the machinery quite vigorously, muttering a barely audible stream of highly inventive curses in several languages of both earth and extra-terrestrial origin. The gist of it was that the machinery was NOT working the way it should, and that was apparently causing the alien a serious problem.
 

The being paused in berating the machinery, and in hitting it, to glance back over what passed for its shoulder. “Well, it’s about time you got here! I sent out a signal hours ago! What kept you?”

 

“Excuse me?” Ianto frowned at the being, who was now speaking fluent English, albeit with a strong Welsh accent.


 
“Don’t just stand there gawping! Give me a hand with this stupid thing!”
 

“Don’t you have enough hands?” Ianto wasn’t sure why he’d said that; it had just slipped out.

 

“Obviously not! I thought Torchwood in this time period was supposed to help people from other planets who are experiencing difficulties!”

 

“We are, I mean we do, and we will.” Jack stumbled over his words. “It might help if you’d tell us what the problem is.”

 

“Damned perception filter’s gone on the blink, of course! Now everyone can see this place! Nineteen hundred years of observation and research, hidden in plain sight, and now the blasted thing’s jammed up and stopped working! I’d fire up the engines and move somewhere less conspicuous, except that they haven’t been used since we moved to this spot approximately five centuries ago. They’ll need a full service before I’d dare to even try, and besides, if we take to the air, that will attract even more unwanted attention! Nevertheless, my colleague is running checks on them, just in case we have to leave in a hurry.”


 
“Are you saying you’ve been right here for five hundred years, and no one’s ever noticed?” Ianto’s eyebrows went up so fast it looked like they were trying to reach escape velocity.

 
“Of course! Well, give or take a few decades. That’s what the perception filter technology is for. Don’t you know?”
 

“Yes, we use it ourselves,” Jack assured the alien. “But I’ve never heard of it being used on this scale.”

 

“Hmpf.” The alien glared at them from catlike silver eyes. “Well, now you have, so if you don’t mind, some help would be appreciated. You can ask any other questions you have while we’re fixing this stupid thing.”

 

“Of course.” Jack holstered the Webley, shrugged out of his coat, and tossed it over what looked like a workbench. “I’m Captain Jack Harkness, and this is Ianto Jones.”

 

“Yes, yes, I already know all that. I am called Immrikk. I come from a planet we call Arnusk, not that you’ll ever have heard of it. We won’t make contact with humans for another few millennia. Now, can we get on with this? It IS rather an emergency, you know.”


 
“What d’you need us to do?” Jack asked.
 

“You and the other one take that one.” Immrikk pointed at the neighbouring bank of machinery. “I’ll keep working on this one.”


 
Ianto hesitated for a moment longer, then put his own gun away. If the alien was telling the truth, and they had no reason not to believe… him, fixing the machinery would be in Torchwood’s best interests, since it would solve the problem of there being a strange castle where no castle should be.
 

“So,” Ianto said as he rolled up his sleeves and set to work assisting Jack, who knew more about perception filter technology than Ianto did, although perhaps less than their new acquaintance. “You’ve been here a long time then.”

 

“We have indeed,” Immrikk agreed. “Studying various aspects of earth’s history. We used to move around a lot, but then we decided to specialise in Welsh history, which hasn’t received as much attention as we feel it should have, especially considering it’s where the Rift and Torchwood are located.”

 

“And you parked yourself in the Beacons?”


 
“This area will remain undeveloped for a long while yet, and it’s not too far from Cardiff, and your base.”
 

“And you didn’t think to let Torchwood know you were here? We could have helped.” Jack sounded like he was pouting.

 

“We prefer to make our own observations, and our sensors collect data from across the entire country. We venture out from time to time, in disguise of course. There used to be more of us, but some were recalled to our home planet a few centuries back, and a few met with unfortunate accidents, and now there are only two of us left, but we intend to continue out studies for at least another thousand years.” Immrikk shrugged. “There’s so much to learn about the period before humanity begins to venture out among the stars, and the first few centuries of contact with other worlds.”

 

Jack was working busily at the console next to the one Immrikk was periodically hitting with one of his tools, and occasionally kicking with a hooflike foot. He removed a panel and peered into the machine’s interior, using his phone for illumination. “Ianto, give it a good thump about five inches to the left of that readout.”

 

“Ah, the time-honoured way of fixing machinery.” Ianto did as instructed, giving it a hefty whack with something resembling a lump hammer. The machine hiccupped, burped, rattled, and a series of lights abruptly winked on. One by one, they turned green.


 
“Aha!” The alien beamed at Jack. “That seems to have done the trick!”
 

“It’ll do for now, but I’ll be out again later with my tech expert,” Jack said. “We’ll take a closer look and see if we can deal find the root cause and deal with it. You may have some loose connections in the circuitry. We’ll help you service your engines as well; make sure they’re in working order.”


 
“Your assistance will be most appreciated. Machinery does tend to break down over time. For the moment, perhaps the two of you would care to join my partner and I for breakfast?”
 

“It would be our pleasure.”

 

“Excellent!” Immrikk was fairly radiating joy. “It’s so rare that we get to converse with anyone but each other. I’m sure it will be especially fascinating to talk with the two of you, who will have such a far-reaching impact on the future. Not that we can tell you anything of what lies ahead.”


 
“Of course not,” Ianto agreed. “You might accidentally change the future.”
 

“Indeed. But we can tell you of our world in exchange for your company, and your insights into past and present.”

 

Jack nodded. “That sounds fair.”

 

It was strange to think that the castle had been there all along, masquerading as the most boring stretch of moorland in the whole of Wales, with nothing even remotely interesting about it, ensuring that nobody passing by even gave it a first glance, never mind a second. Still, now that Torchwood knew it was there, they’d stop by now and then to check on the two aliens. They did bake exceedingly good bread.

 

 
The End
 
 



 

Wednesday What I'm...

9 July 2026 12:00 pm
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Reading
  • I started reading Sir Thursday by Garth Nix (Keys to the Kingdom #4). Curious why my friend thought I'd like this one in particular. It's fine so far but idk.
  • Officially DNFed Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo. I was 29% through and bored to death, and I just could not manage to make myself care about the characters or what was happening, not that it really seemed like anything was happening. We had our work book club meeting and discussed it, and it sounded like while everyone else did manage to finish, no one really enjoyed it. Seems like a book with a lot of potential, but Lo got caught up in the history and sense of place to the detriment of plot and characters.
  • Ficwise, I'm mostly still reading Love in the Air fic, though I have had a few quick detours for KinnPorsche and RPF.
Watching
  • The roommate and I started watching Fourever You season 2. I was so so looking forward to this, and it hasn't disappointed! It's divided into three parts for the three main couples this season, and we're a little into the second one. I was meh on the first couple, FahPhoon, at first, but I ended up really liking them by the end of their arc. The second couple, ArthitDao, is what I'm really here for. I've been excited for them since before watching the first season, and they didn't even end up meeting then!! It hasn't really started on the actual romance for them, but the ghost stuff has been very good and their dynamic even now is so my jam.
  • The roommate, best friend, and I watched the last episodes of Love of Silom. Really enjoyed seeing Wayu being so sweet and sad while Krit was in the hospital, and even winning over Krit's mom by just being himself. Of course it took being a top tier architecture student to win over Krit's dad, plus cute free grandchild, but who's surprised lol
  • The roommate, best friend, and I watched the last episodes of Enemies with Benefits. A sweet show, though I remain overall pretty meh on office romances. But I did love that Lal got to beat the shit out of Ken :)
  • The roommate, best friend, and I watched the last episodes of Wu. Kind of disappointing, ngl. I felt like this show was underwritten and had too much empty space. SkyNani's chemistry was not hitting for me either, which I think is a directorial problem since while I haven't seen any of their other shows together, I've always thought they were pretty good outside of shows. And while I knew going in it was a bromance not a romance, it honestly didn't feel like it made sense NOT being a romance.
  • The roommate, best friend, and I watched the latest episodes of A Dog and a Plane. Loving it so much! TotoKanit and AkkiVeha are both fantastic, and I'm excited to see more of the four of them together. Could do with more Tui though.
  • The roommate, best friend, and I started watching Knot. This is the first "real" omegaverse Thai BL. The first ep was ok, but the second ep was... well, it was bad lol The BoatOat scenes looked way more like someone smashing two floppy dolls together than anything, you know, sexy or erotic. I am not feeling their chemistry at all, the English subtitles are garbage, and honestly I feel like the show's explanations of omegaverse are severely lacking. I am at least excited for the secondary and especially tertiary pairs after seeing how cute they were together in the first ep reaction.
  • The roommate, best friend, and I started watching Don't Be Too Emotional. I'm having a really good time so far! It's gonna be so messy and fucked up, even if it's still unclear if there's anything supernatural going on. I love how ominous Big Jane is and how Little Jane is ignoring all of that. Like, the opening song has the banger line "you're a red flag but I'm color blind" lmao
Listening
  • Listened to some Happier with Gretchen Rubin.
  • I finally got my MP3 player going and have been using it on my commute. It's really nice to just listen to tpop on the bus, even if I've only got a few dozen songs on it so far!
Writing
  • Finished writing a Thundercloud Rainstorm fic I started back in January. I'd originally planned to include smut, but I think it's fine as is. I've been trying to not force fics to keep going when they've reached a good enough conclusion...
  • Speaking of, wrapped up another Thundercloud Rainstorm fic that's super tiny, but I decided it really didn't need all the fleshing out I'd been thinking (and dreading).
  • Wrote a little OhmLeng fic that's just pure smut lol
  • Started writing a Love in the Air fic finally. It's a "they meet at a BDSM club" fic, which is one of my favorite things to read in any fandom, but I've never written it. Hopefully I can do it justice!
Learning
  • Thai
    • I started over on Pimsleur's Thai since it's been quite a while. It was actually really nice to see how much easier the first lesson was now! I listened to it while doing random small tasks around the apartment, which I think was also really helpful.
    • Did some writing practice on Saturday when the roommate and I went to Starbucks to write and I discovered I'd forgotten to charge my laptop to do so. Whoops.
    • Also did... well, idk what to call it exactly. I'm trying to learn some of the lyrics to LYKN songs before the concert next month, so I watched a couple lyric videos on 75% speed and tried to follow along. It's so much harder than it seems like it should be lol
  • Designing Your Life
    • Nothing.

Book Log: The Secret History

9 July 2026 10:03 pm
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Books in the old unread pile: 3

A friend gave me an old family copy she had of Donna Tartt's The Secret History a few years ago. We must have been talking about the book (maybe I'd told her how I'd stumbled on some posts about it on tumblr) or she must've described the some of story to me as we were chatting about books we've enjoyed, and got me curious. I wish I could remember what we'd discussed, but anyway I have now read it.

Actually I just finished it a few minutes ago, so I don't know how I feel about it overall. I know that I was at first reading rather clinically, in appreciating the prose and turns of phrases and ways Tartt uses the narration to drop self-aware foreshadowing, then when the first murder is reported to the narrator I couldn't put it down and kinda inhaled the rest of it. I think that says something good about the writing and how compelling I found it? And how fascinating it is to read about a series of trainwrecks, one after another, as the characters make all sorts of bad choices that spiral out and bounce back (like some of my fav crime fiction, but different) yet remain compelling to read about in horrified fascination. Perhaps I shall look for some discussion tomorrow, when I have cleared my head.

Birthday week

9 July 2026 12:57 pm
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It was my birthday at the end of June, and I did a number of celebratory things during the week, in the midst of an epic heatwave:

  • "rewind" screening of Jurassic Park in the cinema (the day after May Bumps)
  • a midweek student production of Romeo and Juliet, in Peterhouse Chapel, with teammate Olivia (the cast were entirely women/non-binary and/or gender non-conforming, and so were the vast majority of the audience, lol)
  • Women's Blues end-of-season picnic in Newnham College gardens
  • pub drinks Saturday afternoon with a delightful assortment of friends and family; I felt very loved and appreciated and my various people new-to-each-other seemed to mix ok
  • MCR formal at Churchill College on Saturday night, as one of Olivia's guests; we discovered a traffic cone on the oversized statue of Churchill's head as we were leaving from closing down the MCR bar which had definitely not been there earlier
  • visiting Cambridge's newest rail station on Sunday when trains started stopping there; I travelled with one friend on purpose and found a few more at the station by accident

Plus my usual round of hockey practices during the week. It was a good birthday week, and I feel my continued existence was suitably marked.

A traffic cone on a statue of Winston Churchill

Rachel outside Cambridge South station

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It's Thursday, and I'm dreading today. I really don't know how my GYN appt is going to go. Not the diagnosis, but how badly it's going to hurt. I'm pretty good with. pain, and I do have weed now, but last time was SO bad that it's left a scar for many years. Nothing to do but go through it. Hopefully if I have pain, it's slightly shorter lived. I was going to see if the site would work me in for the Ultrasound I'm sure I will need, but I think I'll wait. We'll see how it goes.

Yesterday was very long. We've been getting killed this week at work. Just calls out the wazoo, and people out on vacation and out sick. It's been a mess. Yesterday we were so shorthanded that we had to pull people of doing the faxes and emails to get on the phones. That's how I ended up spending all day doing faxes. I don't mind doing them, but good lord, after a while, it gets tedious. On the plus side, we got the faxes down to about 10, from a starting point of nearly 200. And of course, more were coming in while we were doing it, so we probably killed off at least 400, because that fax was on fire yesterday. At one point, I was doing the new ones, and I swear, every time I did one, three more had come in. There were three of us actively working it at one point.

At 9:48am. I hopped into the Ticketmaster queue, and with some technological struggles, I was able to get Danny Elfman tickets. We're sitting in the balcony (which is the only place that has seats) in the first row. From the View From my Seat picture, it looks pretty choice.



I haven't gone to see someone I wrote a ton of porn about for years. It was fairly frequent when I was in wrestling fandom, but that was like 25 years ago. Since I'm not really in fandoms any more, it doesn't come up, but then this 73 year old motherfucker decided to tour.

I'm going to take like 2 hours PTO, and then we'll go down early, to avoid some traffic, and check in at the hotel and relax until it's time to go meet people for dinner. The show isn't til 8:30pm, so we were not going to be getting home at midnight. It will mean fighting DC traffic on the way home, but I'll deal. I'm going to take the morning off, so I won't need to be home til about 12:30.

During lunch, I went in to see baby, and she was SO sleepy.





I love the second picture, where she just looks like she's counting the minutes til she can nap some more.

After work, I decided to nap for 20min. So I go in the bedroom, and the cat greets me, and I lay down. Yoda is sitting outside the door whining because I dared to lock myself out of his reach. And then Lizzy starts meowing at him because she really wants to be his friend. I did not get much of a nap. You also have to know that Lizzy's meows sound like a sad bike horn. So I've got that and Yoda just whining his heart out.

I got up and started cooking early. In addition to the bacon and sausage, I made pancakes for Jess and eggs for my sister. It was a nice breakfast for dinner menu. It was pretty tasty. I kind of eyeballed the pancake recipe and almost forgot to add vanilla, but I caught myself. It turned out pretty well, though.

Tonight shall be basic hamburgers. I like to bake the patties, so it's super easy. I'll make my patties before I go to the appt, then Jess can throw them in the oven if I'm not up to doing it.

I have games every day this weekend, starting tomorrow with the Swedish horror one shot.

We realized that Monday, we'll have had Lizzy for one month! I'm thinking about getting her a tiny piece of sushi grade tuna and searing it for her as a little celebration.

With the Elfman concert, it turns out that we've got plans every month for the rest of the year. Sept was going to be our dry spell, but not so much. We've got Weird Al at the end of July, AEW Pro wrestling in August, Danny in Sept, the animation con in October, Undertale symphony in November, and Much Ado About Nothing in December. It's a lot. I'm still debating on a spring vacation, but we'll see. I was looking at the cruise again. The ship seems a bit of a letdown after the Koningsdam, and the food choices are not great. Everything that we'd probably do would be more money. The ship would be about the same size as the Konigsdam, but it's got a lot more entertainment shit, like a waterpark. We'd be going while kids were in school, though. I don't know. I'll think on it. Need to do research.

Okay, time for me to hop off and do some more prep work for the games and take a nice shower so I smell nice for the doctor. Everyone have a fantastic Thursday!

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