US Flight routes

Jan. 8th, 2026 11:27 pm
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Hello, everyone!

So, I'm writing a fic where a plane disappears in the US. As in, it drops from all radars for a few minutes and it's presumed down for a few hours. I need to know any plausible flight routes within the US from Boston where this could happen. Any stretches of land where a pilot could make an emergency landing and the plane still be presumed down for like an hour or three is good for me.

Drawing Challenge #75 - Romance

Jan. 9th, 2026 02:05 pm
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Challenge #75: Romance


It's been a heady, romantic holiday season for some of us in fandom, so the first theme of 2026 is ROMANCE! You can draw characters from a romance, or put characters from any fandom, or no fandom, into a romantic situation. Or you can draw and paint anything connected with romance, whatever that means to you - like an anniversary, gifts, or a romantic memory. Make it as schmaltzy as you like, or as tragic and angsty, and don't forget "enemies to lovers", and other romance tropes! ❤️

The challenge will run through February as well, to cover Valentine's Day.

A round-up post for submissions to this challenge will be done at the end of February.

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December and 2025 are over, and we'd love to have you check in and chat with us. How have things been with you this past month? This past year?

Did you sign up for or take part in any fandom activities in December, or have you been working on any personal art projects? Are you currently trying to meet a deadline? Feel free to share upcoming art challenges that have got you excited, any frustrations you've been experiencing, possible goals for the next month, and so on.

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Thanks to my podcasting co-host's connections, we got screeners for the first six episodes, and here is my low-spoiler review as per the rules of the embargo. 

TL;DR it has a huge heart, and a series about rebuilding democracy and the infrastructure of a functional society in the wake of imperial decay and environmental devastation is exactly what the world needs right now. It overtly follows in the footsteps of Prodigy, as a jumping in point for a young new fan, and the relationship between Holly Hunter as the Academy chancellor and Sandro Rosta as a new cadet who is skeptical of Starfleet and the Federation (and with good reason!) is a real gift. 

I'm reluctant to commit to this, because recency bias is a thing, but it's absolutely my favourite live-action series of the streaming era (and you guys will recall that I loved Discovery and wrote a lot of fic for it!), and I think it's very possible I love it more than Voyager. Certainly it has the best opening six episodes of any Trek bar TOS. 

Snowflake Challenge: day 4

Jan. 8th, 2026 08:30 pm
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Rec The Contents Of Your Last Page

Any website that you like, be it fanfiction, art, social media, or something a bit more eccentric!


I think my actual last page was APOD, which my feed reader seems to be showing a few days behind the times. And that's a pleasing thing to recommend, on the slim chance that someone hasn't encountered it before: it's interesting and beautiful.

For something that's probably more obscure, though I hadn't visited for a while, Hidden Europe is equally fascinating. The magazines got me through lockdown - deckchair travel in my back garden - and now the articles are going online one by one. People, places, train travel.

brief note

Jan. 8th, 2026 12:36 pm
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Terminated my SFWA membership as of today (modulo administrative steps), which I wrote and requested. My contact was friendly and efficient.

I requested this for multiple reasons, of which the recent Nebula-and-AI rules change handling fiasco was only the latest. I'm done.

To sf/f writer-folk, good luck out there.

I'm running an infection and I have work to do; comments disabled.
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Drabbles and limericks for people who requested them:
Chrestomanci
due South + Murderbot
due South + Venom
Interview with the Vampire (TV)
KPop Demon Hunters
Pride and Prejudice
Singin' in the Rain
Slough House
Star Wars

Prompt me if you would you like something in one or more of my fandoms. I may not get to you today, but we can have Even More Joy Day tomorrow!
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Have this rather silly fun playlist:

Let's do

The Martian Hop


The Monster Mash

The Time Warp

With A Robot Man

And then maybe go and chill with Apeman

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Jan. 8th, 2026 08:37 am
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How very agreeable matrimony could be

Cecil, Baron Rondegate, had never imagined how very agreeable matrimony could be! Had quite conceded that 'twas the dutiful thing to do, and that moreover his mother would not cease from badgering him and fretting him over imagined dangers until he married and was in the way to beget offspring, so had determined to be about it. Perchance it had a deal to do with Zipsie – Zipporah, daughter of Lord Abertyldd – that he found himself in great amity with.

A woman of quite remarkable musical talents, beyond even the rest of the Parry-Lloyds, that were greatly noted in that art. They were also able to share amuzement over the quizzes they were obliged to encounter in Society; had similar taste in friends; &C&C. Had also come about to consider that perchance – it must make a difference, this matter of mutual affection? – he had previously quite failed to appreciate that there were charms in womanhood. For had supposed himself entirely inclined to his own sex. But indeed, he found it no onerous task to discharge the conjugal debt.

And her family so very welcoming and agreeable.

He was at present bound to call upon his father-in-law, for it was coming to seem as if the suspicions that Zipsie went with child were becoming more definite as time passed. Having no father or near male relative of his own to consult, fancied that his best course was to confide in the amiable Lord Abertyldd as to the proper way to conduct himself in this contingency. For one perceived that he must have had a deal of experience, as the father of a numerous brood and his lady being in fine flourishing health.

As was ever the case, Bexbury House was full of noises, sounds and sweet airs – somebody always practising or playing about the place, the most delightful thing – he patted his pockets to make sure he had sweetmeats about him for Lotty and Gianna, that had adopted him as another brother – here came Folly – Folliott – down the magnificent staircase, and yet again endeavoured to persuade him to come sailing – 'tis quite the finest sport!

Count Casimir, husband of Zipsie’s aunt Dodo, drifted past, observed who it was, paused, made most enthusiastic over Zipsie’s plans for her mother’s birthday treat – very gratifying: the Polish Count, whose surname English tongues – save for that of Lord Gilbert Beaufoyle, that had been observing quite chattering in Polish with the exiled Count – could not encompass, was agreed a very fine musician indeed.

Cecil said that he would convey this accolade to Zipsie, and managed to start up the staircase just before Lotty and Gianna came in from their morning ride, and showed a great disposition to rehearse their duet for him – Cluck, Cluck: Cheep, Cheep – even before changing out of their riding-habits. They were persuaded that this could wait.

On the landing he encountered Lady Abertyldd, ivory tablets in her hand and with an air of preoccupation, that in another woman might have been harried, but she looked at him and gave a little laugh, saying, this election set all in disorder! Upset all arrangements – here they were, obliged to go down to Hembleby exceeding early – everyone sending apologies that they too are obliged to go into the country and must cut existing engagements – could not prognosticate at all whether there might be any cricket played this summer or not –

One had the entirest impression that she had all well under hand!

He mentioned that he hoped to convoke with his father-in-law, and she immediately summoned up a footman to take him, where he had failed to see one at all.

Lord Abertyldd, that was in convocation with his secretary, as they gazed upon the piles of papers covering his desk, looked exceeding relieved to see Cecil. Hulloa, Rondegate!  - all well with Zipsie, I hope – Mander, do you take that pile and try to make some sense of it and see do we need to take any of it to Hembleby –

Instructed the footman to bring coffee, waved Cecil into a chair and sighed that certainly the present Government was doing no good at all, but this election was being a great bore. Did Cecil have any intention of going down to Wepperell Larches – ?

As the coffee arrived – very grateful! – he said that he thought he might go himself for a se’ennight or so, but was not sure that 'twas prudent to expose Zipsie to the journey and the trials of going about in the local society once there –

Abertyldd cleared his throat and said, sure, Charley had said somewhat of the state of affairs –

We feel somewhat more confident that matters are in that happy condition – but sure Zipsie feels rather sickly from time to time – inclined to sleepiness –

O, quite! 'Tis entirely proper to coddle one’s wife at such a time – indulge any whims or cravings –

That was entirely the advice I wished for – am perchance a little concerned that Zipsie may overdo somewhat with this cantata she has on hand and other musical matters –

Indeed that might be a worry! But I fancy she will find that she needs to rest – nature has its ways – a little healthful exercize is commended by the profession I apprehend, mayhap walking in that very fine square? 'Twould do no harm to consult Ferraby –

You would give him the preference?

Why, I must always consider that a Ferraby will be the crack fellow in the field! Have heard Asterley cried up, but in your case, cannot but suppose it helps is the quack a married man himself.

Cecil was indeed reluctant to call upon the services of a physician, however widely praised, that he knew as a fellow-member of that certain club – that he realized had not visited this while, indeed marriage was working something of a revolution! Responded to Lord Abertyldd that indeed, one understood that Ferraby was married and a proud father himself, conveyed a certain reassurance.

Of course, 'twas his mother that was quite noted for her wisdom over womanly matters – a sad loss –

Cecil said that he greatly regretted never having known the senior Ferrabys – relatives of Lady Bexbury he understood –

Lord, she is still a fine woman, but you should have seen her in her heyday! Abertyldd cleared his throat, and said, was that all the business Rondegate had with him, supposed he ought to get back to this tedious election matter.

So Cecil left, and was waylaid by Gianna and Lotty, to hear their duet, and distributed the sweetmeats he had about him. Managed to evade any further entanglements and went home.

Where he found the agreeable sight of Zipsie, looking very well, in the music-room with Cuthbert Davison, amiably arguing over how one might convert Persian music for English ears –

Fie, husband, here is Mr Davison declares that he will no longer linger amid the delights of Town but must return to Oxford –

Really, said Davison, I have had the finest convocation with Her Grace over this new manuscript she has acquired, do not wish to wear out my welcome at Mulcaster House –

Why, you would be ever welcome here! cried Zipsie, and then blushed. La, 'tis a habit from Bexbury House, that is quite Liberty Hall –

Cecil chuckled and said, but let him second that invitation –

Davison shook his head, saying, 'twas also a consideration that his fellow dons at Oxford gossiped like old hens at a tea-party and did he spend too long in Town 'twould have tongues wagging that he was glamoured by the tinsel show

Tiresome! said Zipsie, gathering up the music, closing the pianoforte, and generally bustling about. Well, at least I hope you will stay to dinner, that I go change for, so as not to shock my maid –

She left the two men alone.

Davison walked over the window, looked out and sighed. Lady Rondegate is a wonderful and talented woman, and I greatly enjoy our convocations, but I am coming to a conclusion that I must give them up.

What?

He turned round. I hope you are not anticipating that I am about to disclose in some commonplace way that I have fallen in love with her. No, the matter is that I do have a considerable liking for her and would not in the least afflict her happiness, but that I find myself having fallen into quite the warmest feelings for you, Rondegate.

He sighed. So I had better go away. I am not sure I can contrive to travel to Persia but there is a savant in Berlin that I might visit –

My dear chap, said Cecil, finding his heat beating strangely fast, pray do not do anything quite so drastic.

He had supposed his recent lack of interest in going to the club for any purpose save to encounter friends such as Sallington was to do with the upheaval to his life caused by matrimony and the rather surprising pleasures thereof.

But had not he, too, been finding a warm friendship with Davison, that had become in a very short space of time quite a familiar of the household? Had he not found him a very agreeable companion? A fellow of considerable attractions?

Did he not, now that he came to think upon it, find those mercenary encounters he used to enjoy at the club a somewhat stale prospect? Did one not, really, desire something more? Did he not observe that there were those that came to enjoy fine mutual devotions? Indeed, one perceived that his mentors, Narthing and Carolden, entire had the like.

One also saw that there were those that contrived to enjoy such devotions and a happy marriage – or, whatever it was that Sallington had with the fiery Miss Ferraby! That was clearly no common matter of a mistress in keeping.

Let us, Cecil went on, consider upon this matter – seek the wisdom of older friends –

Davison confided that he had had quite the soundest counsel from MacDonald –

Merrett I fancy would have some apprehension of the predicament –

They exchanged tentative smiles.

But, said Davison, I fancy 'twould be imprudent to take up lodging here until we go clarify our notions somewhat further.

That was, alas, reasonable.


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What I read

Finished Diary at the Centre of the Earth, which I really enjoyed.

Then on to Anthony Powell, Hearing Secret Harmonies (A Dance to the Music of Time) (1975) in anticipation of the final meeting of the reading group. This is the one that appears to have been invaded by characters from a Simon Raven novel, or that thing I have mentioned about writers getting a plot-bunny that was meant to go to someone else.... On another paw, at least Isobel gets rather more on-page time than she was usually wont.

Finished The Lathe of Heaven.

Discovered that there was a new David Wishart Corvinus mystery, Dead in the Water (2025) - I would say that not being informed of this is due to their only being available via Kindle these days, except Kobo, really not all that at keeping one informed of books in series one has been keeping up with. So I gritted my teeth, and read it via the app on the tablet. Not perhaps one of the top entrants in the series.

On the go

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Dream Count (2025), for the in-person book group meeting in a week on Sunday, and nearly finished. I have writ before of the genre of '4 (usually youngish) women, connected in some way, affronting their destinies', which was all over in the 60s-80s, but possibly not so much these days? to which this has some resemblances.

Up next

I got partner the most recent Slough House thriller for Christmas and he has now finished it, so I guess that's probably my next read.

Major Sterne would never

Jan. 7th, 2026 02:55 pm
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The Spies of Hartlake Hall, RL Graham
This was a Christmas present that looked very promising, being a WW1 espionage murder mystery with a female sleuth, and therefore with all sorts of interests of mine all lined up. Unfortunately it was only a middling book: the authors never really seemed to know what they were doing, both the mystery aspect and the espionage aspect were a mess, and the period details were a bit of a mixed bag. It started really strongly: an unknown dead body, inside a closet locked from the inside in the heart of naval intelligence, clutching the un-decoded Zimmerman telegram, found by a secretary who is not what she seems - but it was all downhill from there on. Still: spies, WW1, murder mystery, female sleuth (though one of many disappointments with the book is that our female sleuth was instantly sidelined for the real hero who is of course a male counterespionage guy who has a fridged love interest and an unpleasant mother, he has Angst About Women and a Tragic Past instead of any actual characterisation) - I read the whole thing. But it felt like it was the ropy first draft of a much better book.

fuller review with some spoilers )

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Jan. 7th, 2026 09:34 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] beeswing, [personal profile] ciiriianan and [personal profile] queen_ypolita!

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Jan. 7th, 2026 08:37 am
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A reasonably contented man 

Sir Harry Ferraby considered himself a reasonably contented man. Whenever he went to Firlbrough – and sure, they would soon have to be decamping to go there with this election impending, would look very strange did he not return there to support Bobbie Wallace! – was obliged to indicate, o, very subtly, of course, that was somewhat of a trial to be the one that represented the interests of Ferraby, Dalgleish and Gaskell in the metropolis, but alas, someone had to be on the spot. To be able to go into the City – talk to Government offices – meet with Members of Parliament - &C&C.

As well as keep up with all the new developments! Some of what one heard at lectures at the Royal Society or saw at demonstrations at the Royal Institution might still be somewhat theoretical, but nonetheless, worth keeping one’s eye upon. Fellows that it was sensible to make the acquaintance of.

But, taking it all in all, he was happy living here in lovely leafy Blackheath with his lovely lively Louisa and his adored offspring – very convenient for the City and for Westminster but entirely healthful. And then, here were his brothers and sisters close at hand – Meg in Highbury with Sebastian – Quintus and Sukey in that part just north of Oxford Street that medical men were beginning to move into – his beloved baby sister Flora no great distance away in Surrey – and for the past few years they had had the delightful presence of Josh, rather than the worry of what might come to him upon some zoological expedition.

And perhaps it was for the best for familial harmony that Bess resided in Leicestershire on the Ollifaunt estates, because even in these years of maturity they were wont to fall into brangles, though now it was over business matters. Indeed they were greatly fond of one another, and Harry had been able to be of considerable assistance to Bess over certain stage machinery in her theatres, but quarrelling was something of an antient habit with 'em.

Had been a great pleasure to turn his hand to those matters of machinery – for was there one source of regret and discontent, was that his course had not led him into the career of an engineer. Had been well-trained in that, but had fallen out that by the time he was out of his articles, his father had been in the greatest need of a reliable deputy by his side.

For there was Josiah Ferraby – shortly to be knighted and subsequently raised to the rank of baronet – an MP that took his responsibilities in the governance of the realm with all due seriousness, and attended the Commons a deal more regularly than many that wrote those letters after their names! – and also undertook a deal of work in the matter of getting up private bills, and talking to government offices, for the improvements under hand in Firlbrough. While Mama had been entirely capable of dealing with most of the business matters as far as correspondence went, it seemed prudent to send young Mr Ferraby, that was being brought on in the family enterprize, to meetings in the City &C. Had been provided with a cicerone in the person of Sebastian Knowles, some few years his senior, already part of the Raxdell House set through his sister’s marriage to the Duke of Mulcaster.

There had been a good deal of fascination in it all – and talking it all over with his mother and father, and Sebastian, and then with Sandy MacDonald, that was entirely an intimate of the east wing household at Raxdell House. Then having the occasional flash of illumination from a passing comment of Clorinda Bexbury’s.

No, he could not say he had been forced to drudge at uncongenial toil –

Although there had been times – after his father’s sudden, too early, death, and then during his mother’s long and painful illness – when indeed he had felt it a weight bearing upon him – had more than once even come to weeping in Lou’s arms.

But they had pulled through.

Did Harry occasional desire to have work in his hands, why, he had a workshop at this house where he might tinker a little, and where he might convoke with Ben Wilson and others about their inventions, and make suggestions.

He had lately observed Una Wallace, that he fancied, from how she went about with the wooden bricks, showed a talent towards engineering. For were you the brother of Flora Ferraby you did not suppose that women were incapable of such! And had they not heard of Clorrie Thorne, in New South Wales – that was now Clorrie Hackstead – had been trained as surgeon by Mr Carter and was as competent a hand with the scalpel as any product of your fine hospitals? Quintus indeed would say that in past times had been noted female physicians and surgeons, 'twas entire vulgar prejudice to suppose their sex incapable.

He had seen Lou’s warm heart moved to pity at Una’s plight – dispatched much like a parcel by her father in Nova Scotia to his Wallace relatives in London – some little worries about her health, her mother, a lady of the native tribes of Upper Canada, having died of consumption shortly after her birth, making residence in Town seem somewhat imprudent –had led 'em quite to concede to her suggestion that Una should come live in the healthful airs of Blackheath. Saw how it painfully reminded her of when she herself had been dispatched, along with her governess Miss Millick, to reside with her horrid relatives the Fraylinghams.

Knew that Lou greatly regretted that she had not been able to bear him more children – had been a number of sad miscarriages 'twixt Maria and Hal – and that perchance led her to extend her maternal care – had greatly taken to the young Frinton boy that was a schoolfellow of Adam Knowles and the Ollifaunt boys –

But though he might be fatherless one saw that Ginevra Frinton was an excellent woman that brought him up in quite exemplary fashion! And sure, 'twas hardly for the Ferrabys to go be priggish in such cases – for Harry himself had been born somewhat precipitate after his parents’ nuptials, that having been the only means Eliza Hallock had found to get her father to concede to her wedding that scapegrace Josiah Ferraby! Was not Clorinda Bexbury, in the days of the Regent a crack Lady of the Town, entirely in the capacity of a beloved family member, even was she not the actual relative that rumour gave out?

He hoped that this mission that Clorinda and Sandy MacDonald – himself quite part of the family – were about today did not distress Una.

One quite saw the sense in it. Here was a young man, a groom of good character and given out an excellent hand with horses, taken in enmity by a fellow of wealth and influence, turned off without a character, and 'twas feared he might be in further danger from having, perchance, in all innocence, witnessed some malign acts. So might it not be a fine thing for him to go seek his fortune in Nova Scotia? Surely the Collinses and Colonel Wallace could use a chap of his talents in their enterprize raising work-horses as well as fine riding-nags.

Was certainly a prepossessing young fellow! Fine open face – had clearly took trouble over his appearance, though one saw the clothes were somewhat patched and mended. Harry caught Nick Jupp’s eye and Nick nodded approvingly – one might apprehend that he had been making his own judgements and that they were positive. Dared say that would have been entire happy to advance him to a place in his brother Sam’s livery stables: but one felt young Oxton might be safer well out of Town, where he might catch his former employer’s eye.

This surmize was confirmed by Sandy – Nick felt quite a regret that Jupp’s might not have the services of the fellow! Quite the nicest hand with horseflesh, The Lady herself had commented upon it.

One might trust Belinda Penkarding’s opinions in the matter!

So here was an introduction being made, and Oxton being very civil to Una, and demonstrating an ease that suggested he had sisters of his own –

Let us not hover, said Clorinda, but stand back a little and discourse of indifferent matters.

In due course Oxton came and said, sure Nova Scotia sounded to be a very fine place, and Miss Una gave the finest character to the Collinses. And indeed, had oft wished to see the world but had not seen how that might be without 'listing, or going for a sailor, that had no taste for.

So he and Sandy went convoke somewhat over the practicalities.

Harry went over to Una, and saw that her eyes looked a little damp.

Come, he said, let us go into my workshop for a spell.

Once inside he handed her his large clean handkerchief and she mopped her face and blew her nose and said, 'twas nothing – just remembering –

Are you homesick?

She frowned a little, and was silent for a moment and at length said, sometimes she was – would strike her quite sudden –

But, she cried, almost in agitation, you must not suppose that I wish to return!

No? Just because your Papa thought it a good idea to send you here, does not mean one might not reconsider –

She gave a little sigh. It was very lonely – I should feel that more now after being here – and I should not have the advantages of a good girls’ school

He minded that that had been a strong argument for Blackheath!

– I should miss you all very much.

And we should miss you.

A light tapping on the door and came in Clorinda.

Well, that is very happily resolved!

She glanced from one of them to the other. Lou tells me that Una becomes quite your apprentice – shows a talent towards engineering –

She does so, said Harry.

Una quite glowed.

Clorinda smiled. I fancy, she said, that requires more mathematics than she is like to get at that very good school. Here is Janey Merrett, trying to get up interest for a young woman in her coterie to go give lessons

Harry grinned. So you go about to contrive! Should you like that, Una?

She looked quite ecstatic at the thought.


Have some unsolicited duck pics!

Jan. 7th, 2026 09:22 am
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Joke stolen from [personal profile] the_siobhan, because it was too good not to.

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Originally published in 2014, and reposted today by the author John Bull. Long but well worth a read.

Today it did snow

Jan. 6th, 2026 03:17 pm
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Though by now it's mostly dispersed - still lying in parts.

***

Yesterday had that exasperating thing of asking what I thought was a question for very specific thing (not even for myself, for someone who didn't have access to this particular knowledge-resource) and got, okay, one really good response that was right on point, and several which demonstrated that actual humans are quite capable all by themselves of hallucinating what the question actually was and providing answers entirely tangential and Point Thahr Misst.

***

I have had to do with this campaigner: ‘Women have to fight for what they want’: UK campaigner’s 60-year unfinished battle for abortion rights over archives of campaigns she was involved in (I even, as I recollect, suggested an appropriate riposte - a bouquet of parsley - to some weird hostile message sent to her by the notorious Victoria Gillick.)

Pretty much her contemporary, I don't think I ever met the recently-deceased Molly Parkin, but I certainly read various of her writings, including most of her various 'bonk-busters' - I'm not sure they entirely fit that category - which seem to have fallen out of print, at least, they do not seem to have enjoyed e-revival.

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Jan. 6th, 2026 08:48 am
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Useful to have diplomatic relations

Leda Hacker, in guise as Larry Hooper, took a final look around the studio of the daguerreotypist Vohle. Fancied that she had investigated all the possible hidey-holes where he might conceal evidence that 'twas he behind this matter of acquiring evidence for extortion. Had even, proceeding very delicate, gone about probing the insides of his daguerreotype machinery – for the industrious apprentice of that prime ken-cracker Laffen was up to all the tricks! But found naught but a very great deal of saucy pictures and stereoscopic slides.

Examining these as closely as she might with her dark lantern, while ensuring that no ray of light would draw unwanted attention, she was like to think that all those depicted were volunteers that had been very carefully posed. For her own experience of having been took – an entire chaste portrait, as an excuse for visiting the studio during daylight hours – had shown her that while mayhap 'twas not quite the like of sitting to an artist to be painted, the subject was required to keep still for what seemed an entire tedious while.

No, while she fancied the Vice Society might have some concerns over his trade – though as these things went, Leda fancied that he had what one might consider a very artistic touch. One did not pass as much time as she did with Lady Bexbury and her circles without acquiring some notion of how such matters might be judged! –

But unless he had some other lair, this was a false trail, and she might even, perchance, commend Vohle’s services to dear Bert that he seemed entire suitable to record Bert himself as the Duchess of Clerkenwell Green and other members of his sisterhood decked in their finery.

Well, time to hook it.

The first thing to do, after stowing certain tools of the trade in a satchel, was to very carefully wipe the blackening from her face, just as Laffen had taught her, and check in her little hand mirror, that was of all sorts of use.

Then, pulling her cap into a jaunty angle, here was Larry Hooper went further into Seven Dials to go take a glass or so in Black Tom’s, greet old acquaintance, see what Tom’s missus was cooking –

So Larry stepped in to the bustle of that tavern, and the two parrots squawked and Poll said somewhat exceeding coarse, while Zanty added somewhat that being in Greek, one could not tell whether 'twas coarse or not. There were several young swells that supposed they was seeing life here looked very jealous at that mark of familiarity – Larry gave 'em a brief glance.

Hah: young Rich Osberton and that set that had used to hang about him and Mr Peter Reveley afore he married Osberton’s sister. No great harm in 'em.

Tom had a glass of gin – the good genever! – already poured for Larry, and remarked that we was quietish the night, dared say Mr Barron would look in later.

Came bustling out Tom’s missus, with a plate of – la, was that pierogi? – yes, here she was telling the tale of how Mrs Barron, Ludmilla Kaminski that was, had been teaching her the art, and she fancied these had turned out well but would appreciate Mr Hooper’s verdict –

Larry took one, and popped it into his mouth, chewed with a savouring expression and declared that she had quite got the touch of it – perchance not quite yet to that of Mrs Barron, but excellent good – and would take the plate –

Looked around and there were very few empty spots –

Hah, will go make civil to Thad –

For there was Thad Mallen, one of Nat Barron’s chief henchmen, sitting alone, looking morose. In a dangerously louring way, for Thad was reckoned not one to meddle with.

So Larry went over there with platter and mug in hand, greeted Thad, that started, and nodded perchance afore had give the matter any thought, so Larry sat down.

Thad went punch him rather half-hearted upon the shoulder in greeting – Thad and Jem and others of Nat’s boys that had been wont to know Leda as Bet Bloggs in the days when she had walked the streets of Seven Dials were a deal happier to treat her as Larry rather than Leda. Sure they had come to consider Bet a prime confederate at that time when Art Colley and Rodge Hossen had been endeavouring a coup against Nat Barron, but even did they not know of Nat’s later design to wed Bet, having noted what a useful creature she was, there was a lingering uneasiness after she had fled Seven Dials at the prospect.

But here was Larry, that came put certain business in the way of Grigori the pawnbroker and fence – for there was Matt Johnson’s agency commissioned to recover certain items of sparkle, no questions asked, for reward – and various other matters where 'twas entire useful to have diplomatic relations with Nat –

Larry was entirely the accepted habitué of Nat’s manor!

How now, Thad, how goes it? Sure, let me refill your glass – waving to Tom, that came very brisk –

Thad groaned, and enquired how that prime example of womanhood, Mrs Halloran, did? Was that wretch her husband still in life?

Larry suppressed a grin. For some while now Thad had been, one might only say, quite desperate in love, with Tess Halloran, of the Matt Johnson agency. Had encountered her when commissioned to present in the character of a concerned male relative when her husband in the penitentiary had been give out desperate sick and calling for her, that had been suspected some ruse. But whatever he had aimed at, the sight of Thad was like to put a halt to his plans!

Had not merely subsequently escorted Tess about to various places of entertainment, but had, through Larry, offered that there was ways, even within penitentiary walls, of disposing of her husband. That had, aside from his wicked embezzling ways, been a horrid cruel beast to his wife, that the law of the land considered a deal lesser matter.

O, entirely in health – she was in Yorkshire at present about certain cases – the wretch still lingered alas –

Thad renewed the offer that did one have the right acquaintance, 'twas no matter at all to arrange – he made a throat-cutting gesture –

This was, Larry understood, a very chivalrous offer – would be drawing upon as 'twere stored up credit – might require some matter in due course of reciprocation

However, one had to wonder whether Tess was at all inclined to tie herself up – in hallowed or unhallowed union – with a man again. Her husband had been such a brute that must give a woman pause.

But – leaning back, looking at Thad, that never looked aught but grim – while was very noted for his ways of dealing out lessons on Nat Barron’s behalf, and occasional dispatching fellows, did not recall that he was one that was particular given to being violent to women except, it might be, in that line of duty.

Could look into that –

Should go make civil to Lil and Joan, am I in these parts, said Larry, rising. For her old friends from the street-walking days would very like know somewhat of that!

So he walked through the streets and alleyways, nodding to this one and that and occasional stopping for rather more in the way of greeting, until he reached the ‘ccommodation house that Lil and Joan now managed, instead of walking the streets. And had rose to be considered among Nat Barron’s counsellors in matters about women – Nat had come to apprehend that whores learnt a deal of men when they were about their trade, that might be most material to his interests!

Found Joan a-sitting at the entrance – it was a great comfort to see how well Joan looked these days, now that she did not have to be on the streets in all weather – went spend some weeks at the seaside in Dolly Mutton’s Home in the summer – been looked over by a proper physician – 'twas not consumption as they had feared but not dared speak of, but a persistent bronchitis, that this new way of life greatly ameliorated.

No Lil?

Joan grinned. Law, 'tis the time that peeler of hers gets off duty – and even is he now advanced to sergeant

Larry whistled.

– still has the greatest notion to Lil, 'tis quite the regular thing these days.

Larry grinned back and said, must come very useful! And asked more generally after business, as was only civil, before proceeding to the question of whether there was aught known to his detriment of Thad’s behaviour towards women.

Joan pursed her lips and looked thoughtful before saying that sure Thad’s looks did him no favours –

Indeed the picture of a villainous fellow in a melodrama!

– and all know his trade, though there must be more to him than that, does Nat hold him in such high esteem –

Indeed so! Thad had been a very useful confederate against Art and Rodge, more than one might have guessed.

– but there has never been any trouble with any of the girls – and was there anything at all about these parts I cannot fathom it being kept secret –

Larry nodded. So I might give him a good character to this lady he takes a notion to!

Joan guffawed and remarked that he was also said exceptional neat at his job.

So 'tis give out!

Mayhap Thad was give to being somewhat dour but from Tess’s telling of it, her husband had shown all charm and bonhomie, very persuasive in the matter of selling spurious railway shares, and had been an entire brute behind closed doors.

It was not so late that she might not take an omnibus to Clorinda’s pretty house, where she found her dear love still up – sure Sophy would chide – and in somewhat of a fret, with a letter in her hand.

Here it appears I must to Shropshire about some business over the mine, and thus disturb the solitary retreat of that agreeable lady Miss Kirkstall –

Leda went to kiss her and assure her that her presence would make that retreat entire perfection. And that she dared say that Miss Kirkstall was already being invited to tea-parties – to dine quietly as befitted her mourning condition – &C – by what constituted the society in those parts.

Oh, indeed you put it aright! La, I am a foolish Clorinda. A new face is ever welcome there.

2026

Jan. 5th, 2026 08:28 pm
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So, I’ve avoided posting about this, but just before xmas eve we discovered a bedbug infestation. It could be worse, I suppose—it’s pretty much localized to the bedroom, we threw out the bedspreads and a lot of stuff, and washed everything else, and have been camping out on the folding couch in the living room while we try to prep for the fumigators to come.

This has so far involved throwing out all the boxes that house Andrew’s comics collection—the comic books themselves seem to be ok, but the corrugated-cardboard boxes were definitely providing the ideal hideout for the disgusting critters. I bought thirty plastic bins and we’ve been transferring the comics and many of the books. Andrew’s been keeping it together better than I could have hoped, at least.

In order for pesticide spraying to happen, we need to 1. get as many of the shelves as possible away from the walls, and 2. to get the cats out of the apartment for 4-6 hours. This will be the hard part—Nana can be wrangled into a carrier, but in the five years since we brought her home, we’ve never been able to capture and hold Beatrice.

I guess, living in an apartment, it was only a matter of time. Meanwhile, of course, the wider world continues to be even worse.

In slightly better news, last week I read Adrian Tchaikovsky’s Children of Time. An SF novel about large intelligent spiders might seem an odd choice of comfort reading under the circumstances, but I’ve a feeling that in addition to watching a lot of David Attenborough nature films, Tchaikovsky has seen a lot of classic Doctor Who. His spiders are easy to root for, and his desperate human colonists fleeing a doomed Earth are somehow not quite as bad as real-life politics. I’ve also fond of Holsten Mason, the tragi-comic Classicist who, due to only getting woken out of cryogenic suspension when the crisis du jour specifically requires an expert on Old Galactic Empire dialects, is experiencing the whole multi-millenial epic as “a rough few weeks” during which most of the other crew outage him by decades.

I think my own writing is coming back after a rest following my Yuletide fic—I at least managed to make a bunch of notes today for Gentleman of the Shade, which for some reason has decided it needs another flashback, this one set in a 1970s supper club.

This evening’s migraine is being held at bay by rizatriptan, but it included, for the first time in my life, one of those zigzag rainbow auras I read about. Weird.

Snowflake Challenge: day 3

Jan. 5th, 2026 09:51 pm
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Write a love letter to fandom. It might be to fandom in general, to a particular fandom, favourite character, anything at all.

It's late and I'm tired and badly in need of some gentle quizzing on the telly and then bed, but:

For too much of my life I've felt faintly embarrassed by my own enthusiasms. I appreciate the reminder that it doesn't have to be like that. Thank you, fandom, for being so loudly, unapologetically, gloriously enthusiastic.

two log cabins with snow on the roofs in a wintery forest the text snowflake challenge january 1 - 31 in white cursive text

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