Just one thing: 12 January 2026
Jan. 12th, 2026 06:50 amComment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.
Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!
Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!
Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.
Go!
Korean practice
Jan. 12th, 2026 01:38 pmYou can write about whatever you want. If you're uninspired, tell us the story of what you're currently watching/reading/playing...
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화이팅! <3
Interesting Links for 12-01-2026
Jan. 12th, 2026 12:00 pm- 1. Brands say Amazon's 'Buy for Me' is listing their products without permission
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- 2. 1970 Paris, cut into a grid and photographed
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- 3. J.R.R. Tolkien, Using a Tape Recorder for the First Time, Reads from The Hobbit for 30 Minutes (1952)
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Visiting a friend
Jan. 11th, 2026 11:55 pmTrip, part 2
Jan. 11th, 2026 09:44 pm( Hangzhou )
( Logistical stuff )
Sigh.
Jan. 15th, 2026 03:32 amI didn't realize that each pen has a little motto on it, or I might've not bought them. You see, one continuing annoyance since childhood is that writing on pens is always upside down if you're left-handed. Oh, you can get pens where the writing is oriented correctly, that is, for lefties, but for some reason all that writing inevitably is left-handed themed! I don't want my right side up pen motto to say something like "Only lefties are in their right mind!", I want it to say something like "Hope you are happy every day", which is the upside down motto on this purple penguin.
It's the same with left-handed rulers, incidentally. I just want the numbers to go in a sensible direction, I don't need my ruler to affirm how wonderful it is that I'm drawing lines with my left hand.
On a related note, I'm seriously considering buying another pair of lefty kitchen shears for work. I don't really have to spend much time in the kitchen, but if I am in the kitchen and using kitchen shears (almost inevitably to cut up the next day's lunch sandwiches but sometimes to cut up breakfast pancakes and sausages) I'd rather use mine than theirs, because cutting with the wrong scissors is painful and messy. But if I bring my sole pair - which is amazing, I love it, best Christmas present ever! - back and forth with me then sometimes I use it at home, forget to put it back in my bag, and then am irritated for three days until I finally remember again. I could ask them to supply shears for me and keep them in the kitchen drawer, it's a legitimate (and small!) expense, but honestly, I know from experience that righties are terrible and when they accidentally use left-handed scissors they get very confused and irritated. Amusing for me, but undoubtedly an exercise in frustration for a workplace. It's really better all around to bring my own.
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A couple of classic horror movies
Jan. 12th, 2026 07:52 pmThe Blair Witch Project was really, really scary. :D It's about three young filmmakers who get lost in the woods while filming a documentary about a monster of local folklore called the Blair Witch. They go missing and are never seen alive again; the film is ostensibly pieced together from the recently discovered footage they recorded during the ordeal. Everything about it just worked. I loved the shaky handcam, the found footage styling, and the choice to keep the lurking, stalking menace 100% offscreen. I kept expecting jumpscares - we were blundering around in pitch dark wilderness, the setting was practically made for jumpscares - but they never came and the resulting suspense without any catharsis was somehow so much scarier.
Aside from the...you know, horror part...there's something strangely nostalgic about watching movies like this where the premise depends so heavily on a pre-internet technological environment. Obviously I'm not saying you can't get lost in the woods anymore, but the specific trappings here - the characters being so isolated with no way to call for help or for anyone to track their location, filming in low quality with dismal night vision, entirely reliant for navigation on a paper map that can so easily get lost - feel dated in a way that cast me right back to my 90s childhood. If my appetite for horror continues, I'll have to watch some much newer movies next to find out what we're all scared of in the era of GPS and sprawling 5G coverage.
The Texas Chain Saw Massacre was also extremely scary. Five young adults run out of fuel while on a van roadtrip through rural Texas; seeking help from the locals, they stumble into the hands of a family of deranged cannibals who set about killing them, sometimes with a chainsaw but more often with (false advertising!) a simple hammer.
This film had none of the subtlety of Blair Witch, but it also wasn't the tasteless, mindless splatterfest I'd osmosed it to be (possibly relevant disclaimer: my osmosis dates from primary school, courtesy of my parents and their seething disapproval when they found out that several of my friends had been allowed to watch it). The onscreen blood and gore were actually very muted, with most of the viscera obscured by camera angles or placed offscreen entirely. It was unhinged and suspenseful and intentionally, powerfully gross but just honestly not that gory. I think the single most horrifying moment for me was seeing Pam thrown onto the cattle hook, and we never even saw the puncture, just the look on her face. The production values weren't high but by God, the directors made the most of what they had. The stench of the abbatoir, the taste of that horrible "barbecue", the drip of putrescent corpses and the relentless, baking heat all somehow leapt right off the page. I spent the whole ninety minutes feeling as much queasy and unsettled as frightened.
Choices (8)
Jan. 12th, 2026 08:41 amIt was very gratifying, Julius Roberts considered, to be warmly welcomed entirely in the capacity of an esteemed fellow scientist at the Oxford Botanic Garden! For although he had made some several visits to Oxford over the years – been desired to look over various College gardens – perchance examine some manuscript account compiled by a Fellow in past time – he had ever had a somewhat uneasy feeling that he owed that hospitality to the connexions made by way of the club for fellows of the disposition in Town. And mayhap because he was known a close friend of Beauf – Lord Sallington!
But it was very pleasant to talk botany and plants and hothouses and this fine matter of bringing a historic garden into more modern ways and not to feel that his interlocutors’ thoughts were also upon his lovely dusky arse. Sure Chumball, and others of his set, never went be encroaching, but one could not ignore that there was a certain yearning in the air!
It was also agreeable to be away from the purlieux of Nitherholme and Fendersham Hall. It had been tiresome enough when Drew Fendersham and his cronies had been quite running wild about the countryside with their hound-trails and other pursuits – there had even been a midnight steeplechase or two, one was exceedingly relieved that there had been no broken necks. But now Lord Fendersham himself had returned – Elthorne, the hermit of the moors, that had at one time had a classical education, had chuckled and remarked, did not one mind upon Odysseus expelling the suitors from Ithaca?
While there was also an anticipation that Beauf would shortly be coming to Nitherholme: 'twould doubtless be a family party, with his father the Duke and very like his stepmother and assorted brothers, to support the Whig interest about the place.
Indeed, the place became a little desolate, not only lacking Beauf’s company while he was in Town about being a dutiful son and elder brother, but now that Polly Fendersham had finally left for Peru. He had been a little tempted himself to that jaunt – fancied that the Spanish Americas were a deal less perilous for one with some degree of African ancestry than the United States! – had read fascinating stories in Lord Offgrange’s account of his travels there – but he had work upon hand with his botanical study of the moors –
Besides, 'twould mean a deal of a long while parted from Beauf.
Julius smiled to himself. He would be going to Town, and while he would be staying with his parents, there would be opportunities to meet, even with all this bustling upheaval over the impending election. Especially as he apprehended that Lady Isabella was still recruiting in the country and thus not requiring to be squired around the events of the Season by an elder brother.
Hulloa! Roberts! I did not know you were in Oxford.
Julius blinked and emerged from his brown study, to observe Cuthbert Davison.
Davison! How d’you do? Have just been having a fine convocation at the Botanic Garden.
Ah, one might anticipate they would be glad to draw upon your understandings of plants! – do you stay long in Oxford?
No – go up to Town tomorrow, to assure m’mother the famed Seraphine that I am still in life and health, and not being starved by Mrs Dunstall. But what are you about these days?
Davison glanced from side to side. Why, I have a deal to tell you. How should it be, did I get my college buttery to put me up a pique-nique, and we might take a little excursion on the river? Now term is done 'twill be exceedingly peaceful.
By this, Julius understood that Davison had somewhat to communicate under discretion. And a jaunt on the river sounded a very agreeable way of passing the rest of the day. He nodded. That sounds delightful, he said.
So here they were, and indeed 'twas exceedingly peaceful. Davison turned out quite the water-man – oh, sure, I never turned out for the Eights but I have ever found rowing a pleasant form of exercize –
They came to an agreeable spot where they might moor the boat and be entirely private.
Julius was in no particular worry that Davison was still like to be yearning towards him: there had been a little awkwardness last year, when he had come visit in order to advize on the possibilities of creating a Persian garden at Nitherholme. Julius had occasionally enjoyed discreet brief passages with other men besides Beauf – surely justified by their frequent separations and, moreover, Beauf’s continuing liaison with Flora? – but it had been apparent that Davison was in hopes of rather more.
Indeed, it soon came about to be quite clear that an entirely new prospect had opened though one that did, one must admit, had its own difficulties –
Had been convoking with Lady Rondegate over setting certain ghazals that Mrs Lucas had turned into English verse, and the nature of Persian music, and how one might evoke somewhat of that – for one fancied English ears were not yet ready for the full effect – what a talented and intelligent woman was Lady Rondegate – most amiable – exceedingly hospitable – he had become quite an intimate of the household –
And he found himself developing affections towards Rondegate himself – that were, he fancied, reciprocated –
Julius nodded. Had been reported that Rondegate had been seen very little at the club of late and one had wondered whether, having married an agreeable wife, he was one that found he was less indifferent to feminine charms than he had supposed? They were, it was given out, a very fond couple, or at least, presented thus in Society.
But who knew better than he the way of these things? Though the matter was rather different when the lady in the triangle was that fiery creature Flora Ferraby, that disdained marriage and lived an independent life with the companionship of his own sister Hannah.
Well, that is a tangle! he said. 'Tis something to think upon – should wish to open the matter to Beau – to Sallington – 'tis a different situation with Merrett I fancy, Asterley is not part of his domestic circle –
I should not in the least wish to distress Her Ladyship, said Davison in anxious tones.
Why, the situation was indeed delicate – was not sure that he himself was the best fellow to advize – but should do what he might for others of the brotherhood. Would never forget the kindness a troubled young Julius had received in Venice from Marcello Traversini, a fine example to follow.
So once he was in Town, and had dispatched certain family dutifulness, including listening to Seraphine advancing the interest of these learned young ladies that there are these days, entire fitted as wives for men of science –
Took himself to the club where he was at last able to foregather with Beauf and have a most agreeable reunion. Then went dine together in one of the private rooms so that they might exchange gossip without interruption.
Beauf spent a little while complaining upon the turmoil that this election brought to the family – and here is Bella, of a sudden decides to take an interest in politics and make herself useful, well, I must concede 'tis a boon to have a pair of hands to odd tasks whilst I assist Papa, but she asks questions –
Julius grinned, and then gave a little of the news from Nitherholme. Beauf groaned. Shall have to go there, and make agreeable to Fendersham – no Polly, that must still be at sea, not even yet to Panama –
They agreed that they greatly missed her company.
And while I have all this upon hand, here is Rondegate, not only would desire me to come visit Wepperell Larches – that is in a part of the country that I fancy is still give over not only to the Tory interest, but to that part of it that considers Sir Robert an entire Judas – but in a great romantic complication –
Julius revealed that he knew somewhat of that!
Quite devoted to Zipsie – does not in the least sound to be in the Zellens’ situation – dislikes the thought of deceit, but how can one speak of these matters to a nicely-brought up young woman? Takes nothing away from her –
Lord, he went on, 'twas an entire different matter being brought up among the Raxdell House Phalanstery! Gave one a broader notion of the arrangements that were possible was there affection and kindness – along with an understanding of the necessity of discretion in the eyes of Society –
They fell silent. Julius thought of his mother’s considerable affection – not mere loyalty! – towards the late Lord Raxdell – had a fair notion that she had known how matters stood there 'twixt him and MacDonald: but doubted she would welcome any revelation that her own son was of like disposition.
At length Julius ventured that there was no possibility that Lady Rondegate had Sapphic inclinations?
Only, I suspect, towards whichever Muse 'tis that governs music! But she may have some apprehension that they exist – there is another impending trouble over Thea Saxorby being persuaded to sing the settings of certain lyrics by Sappho by that lady whom m’father refers to as that jealous hag Billston, for my aunt Jane, and the matter becoming bruited about –
How very fortunate, Julius remarked, that Lady Theodora’s brother Simon is somewhere on the high seas bound for Peru. But – Wepperell Larches, you say. Rondegate has said somewhat to me about the gardens – sadly neglected – would greatly appreciate my opinion –
Beauf chuckled. From what my aunt Martha tells me of their visit, you would find yourself quite besieged by the local gentry about their gardens and I daresay about what they believe to be some rare orchid that grows in their park –
Julius groaned. 'Tis ever some rare orchid that they wish to boast of. But 'tis an eligible plan – would Lady Rondegate be traveling with him?
I apprehend that she is in such condition that bouncing about in a carriage over the roads in those parts is not advized.
Ah. So, a bachelor party, then.
They looked at one another. At length Beauf said, I daresay one might be obliged to call upon the talents of Lady Bexbury in the matter, but – not just yet.
Winter Moon by Langston Hughes
Jan. 13th, 2026 02:20 amHow thin and sharp and ghostly white
Is the slim curved crook of the moon tonight!
In fact, the moon is kinda orange just now, but I'm sure it'll grow pale once it clears the bridge.
the personal stuff
Jan. 12th, 2026 03:19 pmWhich, I had generally a good week, got some good writing in, managed to rejig the part of Nullifae 1 which had been giving me trouble, and have sorted out the "losing the mentor" part of the story and how we get there. Also, discovered a few things that will be relevant in later books (when we get there). A relief.
On Tuesday, B1 and I went to see the Ashes 5th Test at the Sydney Cricket Ground, had a good day of watching Aussies bat, a couple of hundreds gained, one of my sister's favourite cricketers play what could well have been his last innings (but wasn't), and saw Australia get ahead to the tune of about 230 runs - a nice cushion.
On Monday, we lost a chicken.
tw: not a peaceful going
Carambar was supposed to be one of our 'long-lived' girls. We bought two of a newly-developed heritage breed that were supposed to lay many eggs while still keeping going. It might be that their bloodlines may need a bit more breeding to properly settle, because the first one died with possible neurological issues having never laid an egg, and Carambar only laid for about 12 months before developing complications with laying, and needing a chip to keep her from laying.
She was otherwise perfectly healthy and surviving well. Unfortunately, while both B1 and myself were away from home, the neighbour's dog got out, chased her out of the yard and under the house. When we got her out (after the neighbour came and reclaimed her dog), she had been bitten about the head enough that she was bleeding and injured, and when we got her to the vet it turned out her wing was broken. We didn't have the resources and energy to try to get her back to health, so we had to have her put down.
The neighbour paid for the vet bill, but we're still furious about her dogs. She's nearly 70 and has two bouncing, energetic young spaniel-type dogs that she has always struggled to keep on a leash, and which she's been nice white lady oblivious to anything but her joy in gossipy conversation when walking them. They're probably companionship for her - her son is married, and her daughter self-terminated about 7 years ago - but she's not up to controlling them, and they keep getting out of her place. She's always apologetic, but that doesn't stop the fact that one of our chickens died because of her dogs!
Anyway. That was the start of the week.
By Wednesday the temperatures were rising, by Saturday it was nutso. 42C by 6pm...and then our street power went off. Just our street. *sigh*
A friend invited me over for a swim, and I spent a lovely hour in her pool with her youngest daughter, and then about 20 minutes discussing politics with her husband, brother-in-law, and older daughter. And when I went home, the power was back on again.
Today - first day back at work - has been tiring, but nothing dire. I did go to the gym this morning, and ended up walking 1. I have a call to Jury Duty, but I suspect I can't get out of it this time. Although my boss has just messaged me - apparently contracting is considered 'self-employed', so I might have a chance not to lose 3 months worth of income...
Girl Genius for Monday, January 12, 2026
Jan. 12th, 2026 05:00 amAn unexpected revelation
Jan. 11th, 2026 11:56 pmThen it occurred to me the corridor she came from is from the "new" part of Hagey, the accounting section. While she was hesitating, looking unhappy at the choices offered, I asked if that was where she was from. She said yes, so I told her that section has a very nice (zero barrier) women's on the main floor. Off she went.
Once she was gone, it struck me as odd that she would wander as far as old Hum looking for a washroom.t.
I mentioned this to my supervisor and yeah, apparently because it's an expansion of Hagey, it didn't have to have all the amenities an independent building of the same size would have to have. Thus the comparative lack of washrooms, and a total lack of elevators.
Baldur's Gate 3: Taviana
Jan. 11th, 2026 11:44 pmMeet Taviana.

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HP fic rec: The Sum Of Their Parts
Jan. 12th, 2026 02:57 pmChapters: 11/11
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Susan Bones, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Portrait Dorea Black Potter, Andromeda Black Tonks, Dean Thomas, Ernie Macmillan, Anthony Goldstein, Hannah Abbott, Molly Weasley, Teddy Lupin, Fleur Delacour
Additional Tags: trio, Oaths & Vows, Dark Lord Harry Potter
Summary:
For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would become a Dark Lord. For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would take down the Ministry or die trying. He should have known that Hermione and Ron wouldn't let him do it alone.
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Welp.
I never read much HP fiction for the most part, even when the fandom was a big thing. But this? I think I saw a post on Pinterest that mentioned a Dark Lord Harry story and I went looking for it.
Hoo boy. Did I find it!
This is a full and satisfying and complete read. It's the kind of thing that I, as someone who's been writing in fandom, would love to have written. It's hugely popular (at least by my standards) and brilliantly done.
Character-perfect, with a believable plot, and excellent extrapolations, it marks the story of how Harry takes on the Ministry of Magic in an attempt to make the Wizarding World better, never mind that it will see him labelled a 'Dark Lord' and enemy of the Ministry. And sweet holy FUCK does it do a spectacular job of telling the story!
There are some really excellent lines in there, but the one that made me laugh out loud, even in the midst of dark shit going down was:
“Bad Dark Lord. Bad! No biscuit,” George said. Then he smiled, a little wry and a little tired. “I won't let you take the fall when I'm the one cheerfully working with a Dark Lord. You can't defend yourself under Veritaserum. Why should I?”
The author doesn't have any other works to their name; this is a one-shot under a psued (nobody drops this quality of writing out of nowhere), and it's bloody good.
It's long - 11 hours reading time, or so AO3 helpfully informs us, so set aside a good couple of days for it in-between your regular programming. Or else be prepared to binge-read it in the oldest traditions of fandom.



