All panels present and correct, including the one I thought I moderated badly; I was asked after that one if I taught for a living (not for years and not in the sense they were asking) and my impostor syndrome was confused. I probably short-circuited my own reading, but again, I sold a copy of Ghost Signs (2014) afterward, so it cannot have been a disaster. All program items in which I was involved were a lot of fun, including the podcast on which I had not originally been scheduled to appear. The Lovecraftian erotica was amazing.
People kept handing me things. A lime-green rubber tentacle, a bandanna for the Lovecraft Readathon, a CD of Bohren & der Club of Gore's Black Earth (2002), a first edition of C.L. Moore's Doomsday Morning (1957), DVDs of The Bat (1959) with Vincent Price and Agnes Moorehead and The Lodger (1944) with Laird Cregar, a fictitious vintage program for the HPLHS' The Call of Cthulhu (
There was not enough seeing of people, but what there was was good. Late last night, I wrote three-quarters of a post on Penda's Fen (1974) that I did not manage to finish before having to check out this morning, so either I will finish it later tonight or I will sleep. Or both.
I am exhausted. Various parts of my body think I was trying to kill them and are now attempting to return the favor. It was worth the early mornings.
Bread: on Monday, Greenstein's 100% Wholewheat Loaf, made up of ordinary strong wholemeal/wholemeal spelt/einkorn flours. Tasty but a bit crumbly for some reason.
Saturday breakfast rolls: the adaptable soft roll recipe, 4:1 strong white/buckwheat flour, dried blueberries, maple sugar.
Today's lunch: quails, which I cooked yesterday as they were well pushing their use-by date, according to a recipe from Clarissa Dickson Wright. The Game Cookbook, only that used fruit chutney, which I did not have, so used damson jelly instead, roasted in foil at Mark 3 for 30 minutes: not bad. Served with sticky rice in coconut milk with lime leaves, buttered spinach, and asparagus healthy-grilled in olive oil and splashed with aged organic balsamic vinegar.
Have started the overnight rising version of the bread recipe in Laurie Colwin's Home Cooking, which I haven't made for ages.
J'ai vu ça sur tumblr, mais ils encourageaient à faire circuler sur différentes plate-formes. Le but est de faire une review par jour (au moins) pendant la semaine du 20 au 27.
Il y a même des thèmes (optionnels, mais les thèmes me motivent) et des encouragements à faire des recs sur les meilleures.
Voilà les thèmes !
Sunday, August 20th: the most recent fic you read
Monday, August 21st: a fic in your bookmarks or read later (or open tabs, or fic recs, or……)
Tuesday, August 22nd: review something that hasn’t updated in a while
Wednesday, August 23rd: review a short fic
Thursday, August 24th: review a fic with less than ten comments
Friday, August 25th: review something you’ve already reviewed
Saturday, August 26th: review a guilty pleasure fic
Sunday, August 27th (BONUS): review every chapter of a long fic
Ou, en français
Dimanche 20 août : La dernière fic que vous avez lue
Lundi 21 août : Une fic dans vos bookmarks, fics à lire plus tard, onglets ouverts, etc
Mardi 22 août : Une fic qui n'a pas été mise à jour depuis longtemps
Mercredi 23 août : une fic courte
Jeudi 24 août : Une fic avec moins de 10 commentaires
Vendredi 25 août : Une fic que vous avez déjà reviewée
Samedi 26 août : Un plaisir coupable
Dimanche 27 août (bonus) : Chaque chapitre d'une fic longue.
This is not mine, I'm only sharing. It is made by cassolotl, you can find them by that name on mastodon (cybre.space), twitter and tumblr.
It's mostly just for fun, but the results will be interesting nonetheless :) (Oooh do I love surveys and weird language things. *floofs exitedly*)
There's an article about La Rosere here. Not a great deal is known about it (hence the shortness of this post!). Edward II also owned a cottage within the precincts of Westminster Abbey which he called Borgoyne or Burgundy, and according to the disapproving Westminster chronicler - who loathed Edward - jocularly called himself 'king of Burgundy'. Edward spent a lot of time in 1325 and 1326 at Burgundy. In July 1326, he personally supervised a group of twenty-seven workmen digging a ditch around the cottage - isn't that just sooooo Edward? - and bought drinks for them. Some months earlier at the beginning of December 1325 - the day after he rowed himself along the Thames from Westminster to visit his heavily pregnant niece Eleanor Despenser née de Clare at the palace of Sheen and two days after he sent his last-ever letter to his queen - Edward had personally supervised the purchase of carthorses at Burgundy. Because that was you did when you were a king of England called Edward II, obviously. You watched workmen digging ditches and servants buying carthorses. Ah, my unconventional Edward.
- just on reading the the cover of the Guardian Saturday Review, which promised its readers a letter from Karl Ove Knausgaard to his unborn baby.
And when Tonstant Weader had finished fwowing up, she wondered how much nappy-changing KOK (fnarr, fnaar: am 13 at the back of the class) signs up for, rather than providing Deep Existential Insights?
Will concede that I am somewhat cynical about the entire genre of 'Bloke becomes father and has EPIPHANY' - in particular we may note that KOK already has two children. Also KOK has admitted that 'he has achieved huge success by sacrificing his relationships with friends and members of his family'.
And in other bloke news, maybe it's just me, but why is Rosa Bonheur 'less well-known' than other French C19th horse painters whose names ring no bell with me, Vernet and Fromentin? If someone has a massive great canvas in the NY Metropolitan Museum... I think this is a deplorable case of the reviewer not having heard of her.
And also in Dept of Unexamined Assumptions, What Internet Searches Reveal: as I am sure I have heretofore remarked, what interests people in porn, what their sexual fantasies are, doesn't necessarily map to what they like to do. So not entirely sure that Big Data on the topic is quite as revelatory as claimed here.
3 types d'histoires dont je ne me lasserais probablement jamais
* Tension romantique et sexuelle entre ennemis ! Dans un cadre où l'opposition est suffisamment forte pour que maintenir une romance soit difficile (pas de la rivalité sportive, quoi ^^) Souvent ce sont des ex, mais pas forcément.
* Fusion contes de fées. Que ce soit un univers alternatifs complet, ou juste des personnages qui se retrouvent à vivre des événements proches d'un conte de fées.
* Contrôle mental érotique (consensuel ou pas). C'est juste le kink qui marche le mieux sur moi
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