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Monday. Bright and cold.

Breakfast was two eggs scrambled with leftover cauliflower and broccoli, with sausage, and a piece of whole wheat toast. A Big breakfast, but it's a biggish morning.

Trash and recycling are in the garage, preparing themselves for tomorrow's journey to the curb. Dishwasher is doing its thing. Cats suspect that Something Is Up.

I'll be getting on the road to the cancer center and my chat with the Survivalist as soon as I finish my second mug of tea. I'll be early, but I don't have Steve's genius for split-second timing, so better early than late.

I'm having a lot of fun with the Thursday Murder Club, and having never seen the show, only read complaints about how it "did not live up" to the books, despite the excellent cast -- I have Some Thoughts About that.

The voice of the book -- aka "the narrator" -- is hysterical and unless the show (again, never seen it) has a voice over telling you what, oh, Ian's thinking, and how he's thinking it, viewers are missing an important facet of the story, and expecting the actors to carry the whole weight themselves isn't really fair.

. . . and that's my second mug empty, so I'm off.

I hope everyone's having a good morning. I'll see you on the flip side.

Back, having gone the long way home -- through Bar Harbor. I had somehow expected the town to be open. I mean, people live on the island. To be fair, some things were open, for instance the Village Green Cafe, where I got my lunch (grilled ham and cheddar on multigrain with blueberry ice tea), but I hadn't expected the relative emptiness.

Also, I had not come dressed for ocean-side chill, so my window shopping was limited. However, I'm glad I did not just go Straight Home like a Good Do-Bee. And, besides, I need to keep in practice with driving longish distances (that was, eh, 220 miles on the day). She said virtuously.

The Survivalist is a dream. We have a yearly check-in plan in place, as well as an agreement that I may call upon her for various things, and reassurance that I had NOT screwed up by wearing my compression gloves when my hands hurt. And I got points for asking a good question.

I believe I have all my Stuff for Thursday in-house (well, except flowers. I forgot flowers. Oh, well.), so that's good. I haven't gotten a wreath, either, because I just can't make myself buy a wreath before Thanksgiving. It's just ... wrong.

The cats inform me that I missed three -- or possibly four -- check-ins today and that they are not disposed to be lenient. I was immediately tasked with rubbing Tali's ears, and scrubbling Rook's belly, and picking up Firefly for an All-Grown-Up Hug. I draw the line, however, at moving Happy Hour up by an hour and a half.

What did y'all do today?

Today's blog post title comes from The Eagles, "Seven Bridges Road," which I can never resist singing along with the acapella parts, though I really ought to always resist singing.

james_davis_nicoll

Bundle of Holding's 13th annual feast of top-quality tabletop roleplaying game ebooks.

Bundle of Holding: Cornucopia 2025

redbird

I think I have arranged to transfer the inherited IRA money from my mother's account at BNY to a new account in my name at Fidelity. It's at Fidelity because they were willing and able to do this, rather than telling me that I would have to go somewhere else to get a medallion signature.

A couple of weeks ago Adrian's advisor at Fidelity said that they could provide the medallion signature, and would do it for free because she has an account there. When she called this morning to make an appointment, they told her that they couldn't do that for her partner, but if I created an account today to transfer the money into, I could go there tomorrow and get the medallion signature. So, I called Fidelity to set up the account.

That went more smoothly than I expected. Someone walked me through the process of creating the new account, and setting up the transfer. He said the Fidelity back office people will take care of moving the money, and he didn't think I would need the medallion signature, meaning I don't need to go to their office. The website said the "estimated completion date" was Dec. 16, and the man I was talking to said it would probably be sooner than that.

I want this to be done before the end of the year, so I can take the 2025 required minimum distribution.

I am hopeful that this will work, even if they call me and tell ne to come in and get the medallion signature guarantee.

johnridley

Since my early October post:

I've been getting up to speed working as (very) part time IT and website support for Lyndon Township. It's interesting and pretty straightforward. I did need to call their paid support a couple of times to get the admin rights on their domain that I'm supposed to have. I had a couple of things I didn't do correctly, but I think I'm on track now.

I'm working on a pretty large project for the choir I'm in; scanning the entire music library. J.S. is working on this as well. I've dragged out an old Epson Workforce printer that only really works as a scanner, and have been using that - it's a lot faster than my old flatbed.

I've got probably something like 40 to 60 hours of scanning in by now and am just over half done. I am probably underestimating that time, I'm putting in 4+ hours a day and have been for weeks.

I've been going a bit overboard on the astronomy front. First I bought a mount for the Maksutov that I've had for years. It shipped on a little table-top mount, I wanted something a bit nicer. I found this mount for $300, which is a heck of a deal. It connects via wifi to a tablet and not only tracks but does full go-to.

The Makustov optical tube is very sharp. I had it out last night, again the seeing was terrible, but it was getting stars to pin sharp focus, and Jupiter was sharp as well. Little maks are known for good stellar/planetary views.

Windycon 2025 marked the 50th anniversary of the accepted "formation" of General Technics. I spent the weeks leading up to it prepping a couple of decor items for the GT room. First, the beach ball monster/pet from Dark Star, which hung out on the bed in the suite:

And secondly, a cake topper. It has all the circuitry for 24 LEDs on a circuit board that spins around at about 10 to 15 times per second and displays the GT logo, the phrase "50 YEARS!" and a graphic of a ray gun, rendered in glorious 96x24 resolution. It's also nearly impossible to take a good photo of. But a whole lot of people tried, so I call that a success.

On the 12th I found a first-generation Meade 8 inch LX200 telescope over in Grand Rapids for a reasonable price. Generally the guidance on this is to not pay more for the whole telescope than you would for just the optical tube, since the mounts are at this point 30+ years old electronics and are not known for super reliability. I got it for just about the right price I think. About 20% of what they sold for new and that's not accounting for inflation.

I've gotten it out once and though the seeing was terrible that night (turbulent atmosphere) I was pretty pleased with the view of the Orion nebula that I got. The optics, at least, are good and the electronics seem to work well. All I really did to it was to replace the capacitors in the hand controller (a known failure point) and buy some stuff - a new diagonal and a dew shield - and made a way to power it off a USB power bank.

Finally, just a few days ago, I caved on a telescope that's been on marketplace for weeks. I've been watching it for 6 weeks. It's the telescope that I was thinking of building. But this scope went for less than I'd have to pay for just the mirror. An 18" f/4.2 mirror is in the $6000 range. I paid less than that for this whole scope.
The mirror does show signs of being 15 years old - lots of little pinholes in the coatings. I can get it recoated, but honestly I don't think the coatings are bad enough to merit that for now. Probably in a year or so.
It looks a bit manky in this photo, but that's because I just pulled it out of the truck when I got home and tossed it together enough to roll it into the garage.

It needs some cleaning up. It's got some accessories that I'm not sure I really want. There's a wifi box that allows it to connect to a phone for navigation. It's got every dew heater known to science. I'm starting by pretty much removing all that stuff; when I had my 15" I had a navigation box, and I honestly never used it.

One thing that's clear to me having gotten most of these scopes out, is that I need to refamiliarize myself with the sky. I have a heck of a time finding alignment stars for these. Particularly the LX200, it has a VERY small number of alignment stars.

Also I need to get a better optical finder on the LX200, the stock one is pretty bad. And I need to get a red dot on there as well.

james_davis_nicoll

2023: King Charles III is the most unpopular British King in the last 60-odd years, Health Secretary Matt Hancock and Cabinet Secretary Simon Case’s comic routine is poorly received, and Sunak’s government ushers in a golden age of soaring STD rates.

Poll #33874 Clarke Award Finalists 2023

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 17

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Which 2023 Clarke Award Finalists Have You Read?

View Answers

Venomous Lumpsucker by Ned Beauman
4 (23.5%)

Metronome by Tom Watson
0 (0.0%)

Plutoshine by Lucy Kissick
1 (5.9%)

The Anomaly (translation of L'anomalie) by Hervé Le Tellier
0 (0.0%)

The Coral Bones by E. J. Swift
0 (0.0%)

The Red Scholar's Wake by Aliette de Bodard
14 (82.4%)

Bold for have read, italic for intend to read, underline for never heard of it.

Which 2023 Clarke Award Finalists Have You Read?
Venomous Lumpsucker by Ned Beauman
Metronome by Tom Watson
Plutoshine by Lucy Kissick
The Anomaly (translation of L'anomalie) by Hervé Le Tellier
The Coral Bones by E. J. Swift
The Red Scholar's Wake by Aliette de Bodard

james_davis_nicoll

Just as the Great Fire of Rome was a boon for the building trade, so too will a modern catastrophe be a boon for used book stores.

The Coming Golden Age of Used Books

kaffy_r

Music Meme, Day 13

The first song that plays on shuffle:

Well, the first difficulty is that I, being monotonously linear, don't use shuffle. I think I've used shuffle on my winamp list (yes, that's how old I am; I love winamp) once, and I stopped using it almost immediately. I like organizing my lists in a way that makes sense to me. So I thought I'd have to scratch this entry. Next, I thought I'd just pick one of the songs that are halfway through my current 111-song list.

But then I thought I'd try to be true to the meme. I toggled "shuffle" and waited for the first song. It turned out to be Stray Kids' recent piece, "Ceremony."

Welp. It's one of the rare SKZ pieces that I respect, but not one I'd necessarily introduce a Stray Kids newbie. Still, rules are rules, and here you go. It really is a good song. It's just not one of my multitudinous SKZ favorites.

Watch on YouTube

So I'll also include one of the songs I pinpointed as being smack dab in the middle of my list, or at least as smack dab as an uneven list allows. It's a piece by the Irish duo Saint Sister, called "Causing Trouble." I think I might have shown the actual music video for the song at some point in the past, but this is their live performance of it, many years ago. It's definitely one that I love, and sing along to. They're whip smart and lovely.

Watch on YouTube

And I'm just going to link you to the last meme entry I made, so that you can catch up on previous entries, should you desire.

Current Mood: exanimate
Current Location: the living room
Current Music: RM "Everything Goes"

james_davis_nicoll

Mother's Benefits become the means by which British governments provide British women with the same benevolent management Britain once provided to India, Ireland, and Africa.

Benefits by Zoë Fairbairns

rolanni

Cat Tax first! Firefly decided to sleep in this morning.

Lunchtime report: I do believe I'll finish my business with the words that are already written today. Which means that my next 6-day writing sprint, starting Wednesday will be all about writing new words!

Guess I'd better in a box or two, so I don't run out.

End of Day report: And that? Is the correx entered. I still may need to trim the front, but for now, I think I have all my avians in a row, and can go, more or less confidently, forward.

So! The week coming.

Tomorrow morning, I'll finish up the Quick 'n Dirty chapter-by-chapter, just to be certain that the assertion made above is true.

Tomorrow afternoon, I have a Zoom interview with the Baen Free Radio Hour, in which we'll chat about I Dare. I'll let y'all know when that will air.

Monday morning, I need to go to the cancer center to get a blood draw and talk with the Survivalist. I may or may not do some other errands while I'm out. Tuesday evening is needlework. Thursday, I'll make myself a nice meal and Friday morning Sarah will be by to clean for me. This means I'll have a large portion of six days (not six entire days) to write new words, which is Extremely Cool because I have reached the stage of being So. Sick. Of. This Book.

Right on schedule.

I guess I should wash the pots 'n pans before it's time for Happy Hour.

The cats and I may watch another episode of Maigret this evening. Firefly quite liked last night's episodes.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow.

james_davis_nicoll

Three books new to me. All are fantasies, two are series.

Books Received, November 15 to November 21, 2025

Poll #33866 Books Received, November 15 to November 21, 2025

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 45

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Which of these upcoming books look interesting?

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Mother of Death and Dawn by Carissa Broadbent (March 2026)
4 (8.9%)

Tides of Fortune by Lauryn Hamilton Murray (June 2026)
1 (2.2%)

Everybody’s Perfect by Jo Walton (June 2026)
34 (75.6%)

Some other option (see comments)
0 (0.0%)

Cats!
31 (68.9%)

james_davis_nicoll

I would definitely found an SF magazine.

Most mags struggle with handling submissions but I had a moment of insight: all I need to do is tell writers to send me _good_ stories. Their crap, they can submit elsewhere. Bang! Workload down by 99%.

kaffy_r

Hey, J.D.

Keep my country out of your fucking mouth.

JFC.

Current Mood: angry
Current Location: the living room
Current Music: RM "Forever Rain"

redbird

I picked up my new glasses today, and I like them. I am seeing better than with the old glasses, either because it's a slightly different prescription, because the old pair had gotten scratched, or some combination.

A few hours later, the lenses have gotten smudged, so I am going to clean them after posting this.

I stopped on the way home at New City Microcreamery, which now has a branch in Arlington Center, half a block from the optician's. After tasting a few flavors, I bought a pint of dairy cinnamon ice cream for myself, and a pint of vegan peanut butter for

adrian_turtle, at her request.

rolanni

Didn't get as much done today as I had wanted, mostly because my hands hurt. I actually stopped working at one point, heated up the ol' therapy mittens and watched a bread episode of the Great British Baking Show while they therapeutically warmed my hands.

I'm knocking off for the day, and will be watching Maigret on Masterpiece Theater. It's been decades since I've read Georges Simeon, and while Maigret wasn't a favorite, he'll do in a pinch.

Hopefully, my hands will be less ouchy tomorrow.

On the plus side of the day, I thought I remembered that Jermone Joyita had come from "Wick's World," but I looked it up anyway, and it turns out I was wrong. He came from The Wikesworlds or "The Wickes," but since this was a passing detail in Dragon Ship, I think I can be a little proud of myself.

Rook is marching back and forth in my office, shouting "Yowr!" and Utterly Rejects the notion that he has to wait A! Whole! Hour! for Happy Hour. I gather the idea is that we ought to have TWO Happy Hours on Friday.

. . . and Saturday . . . and Sunday . . . and Monday . . . and --

Yeah. Nice try, kid.

Anyhoot.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. Tomorrow is also a writing day -- glares at universe -- so check-ins may be anywhere from odd-houred to absent.

YOWR! says Rook.

lydamorehouse

Sorry, everybody.

It's actually been a really big week for me, being my birthday week, but I seem to have completely forgotten to update you all on any of it. I have about fifteen minutes before I need to head out, so let's see what I can tell you about in that amount of time.

I turned 58 on Tuesday.

I have never been one of those people who hates birthdays or the idea of growing older. I love every single birthday (with the sole exception of the one that I spent driving back from Indiana.) But, generally, I am all about starting to celebrate my birthday as soon as possible and, this year, I started on November 3 (my birthday is the 18th). One of the things that I very expressly asked my wife for was time to game. Normally we fuss a bit because, if I had my way, I'd be running D&D every single weekend that my players was available. So, for November, I've played D&D every single weekend so far--which has been tremendous fun. It's come to a close, however, as the Thanksgiving prep is in full swing.

Shawn always takes my birthday off work. She also almost always takes her own birthday off, too, as did I when I was working. In fact one of the funniest conversations I ever had with a boss was when I was working as a itenerent library page for Ramsey County Library. My boss at the time, Lee Ann, was a fellow Scorpio. She also used to call all the pages to see where and when they'd be available. The 18th was floated for me and I just said, "Sorry, that's my birthday." She seemed stunned. She said, "Well, tomorrow is my birthday and I'm working," and I said, "That sounds sad. You should take your birthday off." Apparently, this is not something that regularly occurs to adults. Lee Ann seemed very stunned and afronted. But, I've long embraced the fact that I'm not a normal adult.

Side story, but part of birthday week for me has been getting to go get fancy coffee in the mornings. I discovered that one of the barista at Claddaugh really, really loves rocks. So, I've started carrying rocks in my pockets again just to show her the ones I've collected. Yesterday, I pulled out the Thomsonsite that I have from our trips to Bearskin and showed it off. Other people were interested so a bunch of adults started oohing and ahhing over cool rocks. And it reminded me of that meme that goes around with the guy who is sad because the worst part of being an adult is that no one ever (shows you a cool rock, is one version, or) asks you your favorite dinosaur. So, we very quickly all started sharing our favorite dinosaurs, as well. Take that, adulthood! You can't diminish my love for cool rocks and dinosaurs! NEVER GO QUIETLY INTO THE LONG DARK! LOVE ROCKS! LOVE DINOSAURS!

The other thing I love to do is go out to eat. I am especially fond of breakfast or brunch out. I love me a good greasy spoon, too. I have had my family take me out to the Egg & I, but this year we went to Day by Day. which is slightly less grease and more hippy/recovery community. I pushed out the boat (and as Shawn has been adding lately, and got into it! Because you don't want to "push out the boat" and then "miss the boat") and had their buscuits and gravy. Not a safe meal for a 58 year old, but look at me, living on the edge! Do I know how to party, or what?

We also went out for dinner, which, in our family, is borders on insanity. Like, we were seriously living it up. Dinner was Taste of India out in Maplewood, a place that I've been going to for my birthday for decades.

The only pall on the day was the fact that I forgot my cell phone at home and so I missed the MONARCA text about the Federal action in Midway. It's probably just as well. Pepper spray got deployed and no one wants to be pepper sprayed for their birthday. (I mean, maybe

sabotabby does?) I did feel bad for missing it as my friends

naomikritzer and

resolute were there doing the good work.

So that's me? How's you?

pegkerr

You know, I do my best to just live my life and be a brave little toaster, but this week, it's just felt like...a lot.

I need to get a new car. Mine is twenty-five years old and leaking coolant. And I don't know where or how to start. Will I be able to afford anything decent?

Pain continues. The physical therapist has ordered me to use a cane. I have to use it in my (non-dominant) left hand, the one with arthritis, and just manipulating it with that hand is difficult enough that I have to start using my arthritis brace on that hand again.

I've also been told to wear an IS brace, a velcro strap that goes around my hips. Weirdly enough, it gives me nausea. Constantly.

Medical appointments. So. Many. Medical. Appointments.

All of this makes it difficult to exercise. And I NEED to exercise. I got the results of my bone scan this week, and my osteopenia is continuing to get worse. I need to get into the gym and lift weights and I'm not doing so, and so I'm beating myself up about it.

The news. Need I say more?

Christmas is looming, and the thought of preparing for the holidays is daunting.

I'm about to retire, and I am struggling with uncertainty about what it is going to look like. (Will I have enough money is giving me constant low-grade anxiety)

Rob's 70th birthday was this past week.

Both of the girls have been sick and stressed. Delia's internship is about to end, and she doesn't know where she will find another job.

On Wednesday, I had to sit through a meeting that droned on for an hour and a half. I kept standing up and sitting down again. I was so obviously uncomfortable that my coworkers sent me home, and I spent the rest of the day with the covers literally pulled over my head.

I'm sorry. I'm complaining, and I truly don't like that. I don't feel depressed, exactly? But I don't feel at my best, shall we say.

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Melancholy

46 Melancholy

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Current Mood: melancholy

james_davis_nicoll

A young scholar and his diverse companions are dispatched on an intelligence-gathering mission deep into enemy territory.

The Door on the Sea (The Raven and the Eagle, volume 1) by Caskey Russell

rolanni

Friday. Blue skies and frost glittering on the grass in the Long Back Yard.

Yesterday was a Writing Day. Today will be more of the same. No, I don't know how it's going. Welcome to my life.

Speaking of which . . .

Those who have been following along for the last while will perhaps have noticed that a little over a year ago, my partner, best friend, co-author, second brain, and emotional support Steve died.

I am not, and I know this very well, the only person who has endured this awful loss. Surviving a beloved partner's death, going forward -- even deciding if one wishes to go forward -- this process is many things, but there's one thing it isn't.

It's not a competition. Having taken the decision to go forward, one does what one must, or at least what seems good and productive to do. As we are all different, your methods will be different from mine.

I have had people who are before me on this road turn and take the time to tell me that I'm doing fine, and that I take as an inducement to courage from someone who has already traveled the rough bit I'm just getting to.

But -- survival is not a competition. I can't say this enough, apparently.

When I was at BaltiCon -- boy, that was a hard thing to do, but it had to be done, I decided, and so I ... managed. I hid in my room a lot. I didn't do the parties; I didn't go to panels that I wasn't on. I recruited myself for necessary tasks.

So, while I was at BaltiCon being a half-coward, a colleague told me that I was doing so well. Much better, in fact, than another colleague who had also recently lost their partner and was being publicly and (in the opinion of the first colleague) embarrassingly noisy about it. Which -- no. There is No Correct Way to Grieve. I've been plenty noisy, and expect to be so again, the road being twisty and misty like it is. Neither I nor my colleague in craft and loss are doing better than the other. We're surviving. Day by day, and sometimes minute by minute.

Life wants to live. If you're still standing after receiving what ought to have been a fatal strike, and you've decided to take the Road Forward, I won't lie to you -- it's hard.

I won't lie to you -- you're doing fine.

We're fellow travelers. Not competitors.

kaffy_r

Music Meme, Day 12

A song that you feel nostalgic about:

The meme actually states "a song that you feel nostalgic to" but that makes little sense. On the other hand, I have been thinking about what song I might actually feel nostalgic about for the last day or so.

Yesterday it came to me; the instrumental pieces that I listened to on my mother's "Mantovani Manhattan" album (For years I've thought the album was called Mantovani Does Manhattan, but that doesn't seem to be the case.)

When I was about nine or 10, I listened to both sides of the album again and again. And again. And yet again. One of the reasons I know my family loved me was the fact that no one came into Mum's room, grabbed the record and broke it over my head. It didn't matter to me that Mantovani was apparently considered middle-brow at best - frankly, because I didn't know, but I wouldn't have cared even if I did.

I confess that I was fonder of the A side, because it had my favorite pieces: Harlem Nocturne and Slaughter on Tenth Avenue. I can't tell you today what precisely drew me to those pieces. I think I liked the music of Harlem Nocturne better than Slaughter on Tenth Avenue, but I kind of liked the title of Slaughter - and it was quite the overblown piece, which probably also appealed to me. I didn't know until I started putting this post together that Slaughter on Tenth Avenue was originally the name of a 1936 Balanchine ballet with music by Richard Rodgers. It was also the nane of a 1957 movie about New York waterfront union wars, or so states Madame Wiki. I think I'd like the ballet better.

Anyhow, here are my two favorite pieces.

Watch on YouTube

(And here are the previous days: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7, Day 8, Day 9, Day 10, Day 11)

Current Mood: nostalgic
Current Location: the home office
Current Music: Mantovani: Slaughter on Tenth Avenue

cupcake_goth

- Today is the day of the all- clear liquid diet in preparation for the joint endoscopy and colonoscopy tomorrow morning. Ew. I start drinking the vile prep liquid in about 6 hours, and I'm REALLY not looking forward to that. I'm very glad we got a bidet installed in the master bathroom.

- MCR announced two additional shows for 2026: October 30 & 31 at the Hollywood Bowl. Whaaaaaah! There's no way I can manage that, because the L.A. show I'm already going to is October 24, and I can't stay in L.A. for an entire week. But WOW do I wish I could see that Halloween show.

- The new Florence + the Machine album continues to have me in its clutches. My favorite song right now is "Sympathy Magic" (especially the chamber version). It's the first F+tM song that has lyrics that call to me for a tattoo: "So I don't have to be worthy / I no longer try to be good / It didn't keep me safe / like you told me that it would". This makes two song lyric tattoos I want, the first being "My childhood spat back up the monster that I am" from a Fall Out Boy song. Let's just handwave the psychological underpinnings of why those lyrics resonate with me, okay?

- Oooh, did I mention I got tickets to the Florence + the Machine concert in May? It'll be the first time I've seen her live, so I'm very excited. This means I have three concerts to look forward to in 2026: Ghost, Florence + the Machine, and My Chemical Romance. I LOVE live shows; the physical push of the live music soothes something in my body and brain.

- I've decided that I need to knuckle down and take photos of things I want to sell and get started on Poshmark. I HATE mailing things, but I need to do it. Any profits will be spent on that gorgeous custom dress from the Ukrainian designer.

So how are you folks doing?

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rolanni - There are stars in the southern sky...
james_davis_nicoll - Bundle of Holding: Cornucopia 2025
redbird - this time for sure
johnridley - Long overdue update
james_davis_nicoll - Clarke Award Finalists 2023
james_davis_nicoll - The Coming Golden Age of Used Books
kaffy_r - Dept. of Memes
james_davis_nicoll - Benefits by Zoë Fairbairns
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redbird - new glasses
rolanni - In which Happy Hour is Unreasonably Delayed
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pegkerr - 2025 52 Card Project: Week 46: Melancholy
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