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master list of my fiction

This list includes all of my posted fanfiction, except for unfinished things and a few short pieces that I never even gave titles to. All my stories on LJ are also tagged; see the "fic" tags on my sidebar.

Within each category, stories are listed in reverse chronological order with the most recent at the top. I've included only the title and main characters here; see the header of each story for rating, any warnings, etc. Generally speaking, the first character listed is the POV character.

Please let me know if there are any problems with these links.

2013 Addendum: This post is no longer being updated. All of my newer stories and most of my old ones can be found at An Archive of Our Own, which has handy search features. They're also here on LJ and you can find them using my tags.

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pie and books: the finer things in life

1) Today I baked a pie, very very loosely based on one of Yotam Ottolenghi's recipes for a roasted vegetable tart. Said tart, while delicious-sounding, uses lots of flavors I associate with late summer and autumn, like sweet potato and roasted bell peppers, and I wanted springlike veggies. So I used spinach and arugula, artichoke hearts, and chives as well as the onion, garlic, feta, and ricotta called for in the original recipe. It turned out quite nice, especially the pastry (I used Paul Hollywood's shortcrust recipe), though unfortunately I didn't entirely think through the consequences of substituting very mild ingredients for strongly-flavored ones. So, yes, a little bit bland, but not bad. I want to make it again, with its original ingredients, in September or thereabouts. Anyway, I feel a sense of satisfaction at having achieved Proper Cooking--as I define it for myself--for the first time in ages.

I have a little steak thawing in the refrigerator for tomorrow, and I also intend to make an Amalfi-style potato salad from one of Marcella Hazan's cookbooks: small boiled potatoes dressed with anchovies, garlic, capers, and olives. This combines several of my current favorite things, so I'm looking forward to it.

2) I've finished my binge read of (almost) all of Dick Francis's novels. Reactions and such under the cutCollapse )

ETA: To the person who left a comment and then deleted it: I hope your deletion wasn't because you felt unwelcome! I didn't answer your comment because I've been struggling a lot lately with super-low energy levels, which means there are a lot of comments I don't get around to answering. But people are always welcome to comment on my posts!

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My current mobile phone contract is soon to expire and I'm probably upgrading to a smartphone, if only because it's very difficult not to, these days. I have a couple of questions.

1) I'm strongly leaning towards a Samsung phone because they're much cheaper than iPhones and because Apple annoys me. If you have/had a Samsung, what do/did you think of it? Conversely, if you have good arguments in favor of the iPhone, I'm willing to listen.

2) The cheapest data plan offers 1 GB monthly. How much data is that, really? Is it enough for normal use--checking when the movie starts or what the weather forecast is, forays onto the internet during lunch or while standing in a queue, and so on? I don't think I'd use the phone a huge amount for internet access because if I'm at home I'd rather use my laptop.

Thanks in advance for your advice!

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more Dick Francis

Here's the latest news from Operation Lie In Bed a Lot and Read All the Dick Francis. I'm still feeling a bit under the weather--not actually ill but very tired, and emotionally a bit low--so lying down + light fiction has enormous appeal.

The Edge, 1988
Main character: Tor Kelsey, investigator with the Jockey Club

This has the oddest premise I've so far encountered in Dick Francis's books: it's set on a cross-Canada train journey, a sort of luxury excursion for racehorse owners that includes some stops for races, and which also features a murder mystery performed by actors who pretend to be guests and crew. Kelsey, in search of a real villain, is undercover as an actor who's undercover as a waiter. The plot is a bit overegged, and as a result the romance subplot is even thinner and less plausible than is typical for Francis, but worth it if you like journey stories (I do). There's also an interesting brief little scene where a gay man makes a pass at Kelsey.

Straight, 1989
Main character: Derek Franklin, jockey

After his elder brother's sudden death, Franklin finds himself having to run his brother's jewel import business. This one feels like a psychological novel wrapped in, and rather bogged down by, a mystery. To some extent it's about grief--the opening scene in the hospital is intense--and to some extent about identity, the latter mostly in creepy ways that I'm not sure Francis realized were creepy.

Longshot, 1990
Main character: John Kendall, travel writer and wilderness expert

Kendall becomes entangled in the family of a racehorse trainer whose biography he's agreed to write. There's a lot to like about this one, especially the family dynamics and the unusually complex way Francis handles the mystery plot. However, it is flawed by troublesome sexual politics that I wouldn't have expected from Francis.

Comeback, 1991
Main character: Peter Darwin, diplomat

This feels like more "typical" Francis than The Edge or Longshot, as Darwin, on leave and at loose ends, helps a veterinarian friend investigate a series of mysterious horse deaths during or after surgeries. It's perfectly entertaining but not a standout, except perhaps for some unusually disturbing violence.

Driving Force, 1992
Main character: Freddie Croft, owner of a racehorse transportation company

Croft tries to figure out who's been using his horse vans to smuggle, and what they've been smuggling. Again, fairly typical Francis, but with bonus points for Croft's sister (a physics professor and amateur helicopter pilot) and a sufficiently unusual love interest that it took me about 3/4 of the book to realize she was really going to be the love interest.

In general this is a good run of books; Francis's characterization has improved a lot, and they're less formulaic than the earlier novels.

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some 1980s Dick Francis

Still reading my way through Dick Francis's novels, and I thought I'd write up some brief reviews for anyone interested in trying them.

Twice Shy, 1981
Main character: Jonathan Derry, teacher, and William Derry, racehorse trainer

A departure from Francis's usual style, with two narrators and a time lapse of fourteen years between the first and second parts. This makes for a fractured story and neither protagonist really engaged me. The plot revolves around computers, and there's a certain hilarity factor in the details (an expensive specialist computer has a whopping 32K of memory!) if you're into that. Partway through this book I realized I'd read it before, back in the 1980s, and had disliked it enough that I had no interest in trying more Dick Francis books until recently.

Banker, 1982
Main character: Tim Ekaterin, banker

The plot is mostly about horsebreeding, and you'll probably figure out what's happened before the narrator does. Ekaterin is likable and there's some fun office politics, but the book as a whole is middling.

The Danger, 1983
Main character: Andrew Douglas, anti-kidnapping consultant

Both plot and characters are unusually thin, but I found the long middle section of the book, which is basically about how people recover or don't recover from trauma, highly engaging. Also, the love interest is a woman jockey (the first in a major role, I think, in a Francis novel) whom the protagonist deeply admires as well as loves. I wouldn't call her a nuanced character exactly but she's a nice example of Francis's interest in writing competent, independent women.

Proof, 1984
Main character: Tony Beach, wineseller

My favorite of this batch, with an engaging plot about the trade in fraudulent wines and spirits and a protagonist who's anything but a tough guy. There's no het romance here except in backstory; the emotional arc could not unfairly be described as "grieving widower (Beach) meets a good man and learns to be happy again." Slashy fun, perhaps best read with a glass of wine or whiskey to hand.

Break In, 1985
Main character: Kit Fielding, jockey

I wanted to like this, if only because of the main character's name, but it didn't work for me. Fielding is a throwback to Francis's earlier super-tough, super-stoic, super-competent heroes and much too Mary Sue for me. The plot was interesting at points--there's some resonant stuff about tabloid newspapers wiretapping people's phones--but ultimately overheated and implausible.

Bolt, 1986
Main character: Kit Fielding, jockey

I skipped this one. I wasn't enthusiastic about another dose of Kit Fielding, and from the first few pages it seemed like the plot was going to be about the international arms trade. Mystery writers (even my beloved Reginald Hill) aren't usually successful at such big sweeping issues, so I stopped after about 20 pages.

Hot Money, 1987
Main character: Ian Pembroke, amateur jockey and multi-millionaire's son

A lot of Francis's protagonists have little or no family, but the Pembrokes, due to patriarch Malcolm Pembroke's five marriages, are so numerous that there's a list of them at the start of the book. This is very much a family story, revolving around the question: who's trying to kill Malcolm? Characterization isn't really Francis's great strength, but he tries hard to raise all of the many (bitter, quarrelsome) Pembrokes above stereotype, and I enjoyed this book. In particular I like its clear-eyed insistence that money can, in fact, solve many problems.

Speaking of money, I've noticed that while Francis's early protagonists struggle hard to make a living, his later ones get richer and richer. There are exceptions, of course, but it does seem to be a trend. I suppose to some extent it reflects Francis's own experiences as his books became more successful, got made into films, etc., as well as the cultural shift as Britain moved from the last depressing remnants of postwar austerity into the loadsamoney Thatcherite era. Still, I find it easier to sympathize with the broke jockeys and hard-luck commercial pilots of the early books. There's definitely a very eighties atmosphere to the eighties books; they're full of merchant bankers, property developers, and stock market speculators. Francis doesn't endorse the greed-is-good mentality by any means, but I do sometimes wish his characters had to feel the damage being done to ordinary people instead of just looking sympathetically at it.

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plague and books

I'm feeling about 75% better now after most of a week on antibiotics. My sinus infection has cleared up, cough isn't as bad, and my ears don't hurt, although one of them is still a bit clogged and therefore my hearing isn't quite what it should be. I've only got two more doses of antibiotic and I'm a bit worried that everything will get horribly worse again after that, but I'm probably being silly.

My appetite is still low, which in a way I have welcomed. (Some weight/food talk follows, encoded in ROT13; go here to decode if desired.) Jura V jrag gb gur qbpgbe gurl jrvturq zr, orpnhfr urnira xabjf lbh pna'g qvntabfr na rne vasrpgvba vs lbh qba'g xabj ubj zhpu fbzrbar jrvtuf. V nfxrq gurz abg gb gryy zr gur erfhyg, ohg vg jnf tbqqnza CEVAGRQ ba gur "ivfvg fhzznel" guvat gurl tnir zr gb gnxr ubzr, fb V fnj vg. Naq fvapr gura V'ir unq gung ahzore ebyyvat nebhaq va zl urnq, znxvat zr srry onq nobhg zlfrys. V'yy trg bire vg, orpnhfr V xabj sebz rkcrevrapr gung qvrgvat znxrf zr sbbq bofrffrq naq penml naq V nyjnlf tnva onpx rirel cbhaq naq gurz fbzr, ohg vg'f tbvat gb gnxr n juvyr gb or noyr gb fgbc guvaxvat nobhg vg. Va gur zrnagvzr V'z shyy bs gur hfhny erfbyhgvbaf nobhg zber irtrgnoyrf naq jubyr tenvaf naq yrff whax, naq va trareny sbe zr gubfr ner abg onq tbnyf. V srry orggre jura V rng yrff cebprffrq sbbq, naq V rawbl vg, gbb. Ohg evtug abj V'z gverq nyy gur gvzr naq qba'g jnag gb pbbx, naq nyzbfg nyy gur avpr jubyr hacebprffrq sbbqf V jbhyq abeznyyl yvxr qba'g fbhaq tbbq gb zr. V bayl jnag fbsg hapunyyratvat sbbq, be ryfr penpxref, naq pbzovarq jvgu gur gverqarff guvf zrnaf guvatf yvxr pnaarq fbhcf naq Evpr-n-Ebav naq znlor, ng n fgergpu, fbzr cnfgn. Naq lbtheg (fcrpvsvpnyyl erpbzzraqrq gb zr ol gur cuneznpvfg, jub fnvq gur nagvovbgvpf jbhyq xvyy rirelguvat naq lbtheg jbhyq uryc oevat gur tbbq onpgrevn onpx) Ng yrnfg lbtheg vf abg shyy bs fnyg/fhtne/purzvpnyf, ohg sbe zr, naljnl, vg'f bayl na nqrdhngr zrny ol vgfrys vs V'z zhpu, zhpu fvpxre guna V nz abj. V nz qrsvavgryl ybbxvat sbejneq gb gur qnl jura fbzrguvat yvxr n fgve-sel jvyy fbhaq obgu nccrnyvat naq cbffvoyr. (Ol gur jnl, V'z abg nfxvat sbe jrvtug ybff nqivpr urer. Gunaxf naljnl, ohg guvf vf n cunfr V'yy trg guebhtu. V whfg arrqrq gb irag n ovg. Fhttrfgvbaf sbe rnfl, abg-gbb-cebprffrq guvatf V zvtug npghnyyl jnag gb rng ner jrypbzr, gubhtu.)

All I've done for about the last two and a half weeks is work, sleep, and read Dick Francis novels, so I'm up to 1980 in the Francis oeuvre, having just finished Reflex. I'm liking Francis more and more. The omnicompetent tough guys have mostly disappeared from his novels now, and instead we're getting Stoic Woobies and even Iron Woobies, who are more my type. And Francis does have the perception to suggest, sometimes, that ultra-stoicism is maybe a symptom of psychological damage rather than a marker of courage.

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I actually left the house for social purposes today. I went with a friend to see Eye in the Sky, with Helen Mirren and Alan Rickman, and then we had dinner at the local pho restaurant afterwards. (Their food is mediocre, in my opinion, but sometimes even mediocre pho is better than none.)

The movie was excellent and I recommend it lots, though you will not leave the cinema feeling cheerful. It's the only movie I've ever seen, I think, that is entirely about moral questions--specifically, in this case, the morality of a drone strike that will have horrifying consequences if carried out, and probably worse ones if it isn't. It's sort of like an hour and a half of a constantly escalating version of the trolley problem. The writing is intelligent and the acting, as you would expect, is first-rate.

My only reservation is my feeling, from news I don't follow too closely because it depresses me, that real world drone strikes are never given the level of thought we see from the characters in the film. It seems to be more like "yeah, let's blow up this suspected terrorist and never mind if the market/apartment building/village he happens to be near gets wiped out too." So I wonder if the film, bleak as it is, is actually too rosy.

Still, an excellent movie and a worthy last role for Alan Rickman. Rickman spends most of the film in a chair--he may have been already ill during filming, though I don't know that for sure--and is still absolutely compelling.

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Hannibal 2x10, "Naka-choko"

As always, there'll be a brief episode summary in the body of the post and discussion in the comments on my LiveJournal. Spoilers for the entire series are possible.

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bye bye, weekend

When I got home on Friday evening I thought, "Screw it, I don't want to cook or bake or do anything this weekend."

Naturally, I baked chocolate & peanut butter brownies and a big batch of bread rolls. I also made a version of this Korean vegetable stew (mine included potatoes, zucchini, daikon, and tofu, plus half a packet of Vietnamese-style pork meatballs I had left over; I made the broth with konbu and my last packet of instant Japanese anchovy stock, because I can't find dried anchovies where I live). And today I baked the ham that I bought on sale the week before Easter. I didn't end up cooking the cauliflower with hollandaise sauce that I had intended to go with the ham, because I wasn't hungry enough. Maybe tomorrow.

There's a bunch of stew left over--because I made about a quadruple batch--and of course a ton of ham. Mmm, sandwiches and potato soup and bean soup and potato gratin and I don't know what else. Leftovers = opportunity.

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I finished Jon Ronson's The Men Who Stare At Goats, but I think it's my least favorite of his books. I'm sort of out of books now and have resorted to reading bits of Jane Austen's juvenilia and unfinished novels. Lady Susan is fun if formulaic, and I enjoyed the setup of The Watsons, which is a sort of comically exaggerated Pride and Prejudice, and would have liked to see more of Mr. Howard. I should try to read what there is of Sanditon, but it will make me sad. If I had the power to change literary history, I'd give Jane Austen twenty more years of good health.

I've now been reduced to reading Lawrence Miles's Dead Romance, which I'm enjoying all right despite its being by Lawrence Miles. Miles has a lot of talent, but like Grant Morrison he gets too enamored of his own weird ideas. And Miles' seething need to demonstrate that he's intellectually and politically superior to every else who's ever written a Doctor Who tie-in novel quickly gets tiresome. But Dead Romance is fine so far.

Book recs welcome.

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baking and books

Yesterday I took the risk of improvising a bit with my baking, and made dried cherry and blood orange rolls with cardamom. They turned out rather nice, so here's what I did.

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I spent much of the weekend binge-reading books by British journalist Jon Ronson. I started with The Psychopath Test, in which Ronson explores psychopathy, other mental illnesses, and what he calls "the madness industry." He's especially interested in the flattening of nuance, whether that's the way the ever-expanding DSM labels more and more human characteristics as illnesses, or the way media such as reality TV shows focus on the more extreme, "madder" ends of people's personalities. Ronson has a healthy but not excessive skepticism; he's critical of the DSM, for example, without claiming that it's worthless or that psychiatry is nonsense, and he beautifully exposes the lies within Scientology's anti-psychiatry rhetoric.

Ronson is sometimes called a "gonzo" journalist, a label I thought was unfair after reading The Psychopath Test. His earlier Them: Adventures with Extremists deserves the label more, but it's not gonzo in the way I dislike. Ronson isn't putting on a show of machismo--the opposite, I'd say--and his approach is rooted in an interest in truth, not in thrill-seeking. The book is, again, surprisingly nuanced, though that doesn't stop Ian Paisley from coming across as a wretched bully in ways that aren't even directly related to his politics.

I also read Lost at Sea, a collection of standalone pieces mostly written for the Guardian. I liked it, and I'd especially recommend "Who Killed Richard Cullen," a terrifyingly prescient story about predatory consumer lending written way back in 2005, and "Amber Waves of Green," from I think 2012, in which Ronson interviews people (mostly Americans) at five different income levels, from a dishwasher making less than $200 a week to a multi-billionaire. (Guess who's the most angry and bitter? Hint: it's not the dishwasher.)

I'm now reading Men Who Stare At Goats, but I've only just started it.

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o reason not the need

Dear self,

Even if you had the money*, you do not need** to own a pair of Hannibal Lecter's leather motorcycle pants. The fact that they may*** have once enfolded Mads Mikkelsen's lower body in a tight yet caressingly gentle embrace is not relevant.****

*Yeah, the bid right now is $10. But once the auction really gets going, these things are going to sell for hundreds if not thousands of dollars.

**I do, actually. My soul needs them.

***They're genuine props, but that doesn't mean they were necessarily worn. They could have been a spare pair.

****I do wonder, with all the costume items but this one rather in particular, about the proportion of bidders who are fans/collectors vs. the proportion who are pervs. Not that those categories can't overlap!

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Hannibal 2x08

As always, there's an episode summary below the cut; discussion will be in comments on my LiveJournal. There may be spoilers for all seasons of the show.

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long weekend

This is Day 2 of my four-day weekend, for which I'm using two of my paltry five days of vacation this year. Is there a word for anticipatory sadness/anxiety you feel at the start of a vacation because you know that it will end? Because I was already sad about this on Thursday night.

I'm not going anywhere or doing anything in particular, just getting domestic. I've got some chickpeas in the slow cooker and I'm about to start some bread dough and probably some pizza dough as well (bread to be baked tomorrow, pizza dough to be frozen). I'll make soup later, one of those "stuff I have around" soups which will have chicken in it, and some little meatballs made of leftover pork mixed with raw rice which I'll simmer in the soup, and some spinach, and maybe one or two other things but maybe not. I tend to put too much stuff into soups so they all end up tasting the same, and I'm trying to restrain that tendency.

I also want to make brownies, and maybe another batch of scones so I can use up the last of the fantastic strawberry jam. And I just remembered I have some tiny eggplants that I'm probably going to roast and then marinate with garlic and oregano, following an Ottolenghi recipe. Some of this will happen tomorrow rather than today, I think.

My only non-domestic plan is to finally go and see Deadpool on Monday, as a bribe for going to the laundromat afterwards.

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Hannibal 2x06, "Futamono"

As always, there's a brief episode summary under the cut, and discussion in the comments on my LiveJournal. There may be spoilers for the whole run of the show.

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another weekend

As usual, I did a bit of cooking and baking. Yesterday I roasted some beets that had been lurking in my fridge and dressed them in a mustardy vinaigrette. I really ought to look into some other things to do with beets. Beets are delish but I'm a bit bored with this salad.

Also yesterday I made an approximation of a paella, with chicken, some Spanish chorizo, red and yellow peppers (capsicums), saffron, and a little smoked paprika. It was very tasty so I don't care how inauthentic it is. Next time I want to add some mussels or clams, though. Or shrimp, but I've been avoiding shrimp because it seems like it's all either environmentally disastrous, produced with slave labor, or both. (I'm sure there's acceptable shrimp on the market, but it's probably out of my price range. Mussels, on the other hand, are both cheap and sustainable, and I like them a lot.)

Today I discovered that I only had enough flour to bake muffins or soda bread (having forgotten to start proper bread yesterday), so naturally I chose muffins--cranberry pecan streusel muffins, to be exact. I used a recipe from the high-altitude baking book I have, but as has consistently been my experience with the book, the result was only okay. They didn't rise the way they were supposed to despite my following directions for my exact altitude, and the taste is a bit meh. The latter was probably not helped by my having to substitute lemon zest for the orange zest called for, and vanilla for the orange extract, but even so. Still, they're not bad and they used up the last of the whole cranberries that have been in my freezer since November.

I also ended up improvising a salad, loosely based on a recipe from Yotam Ottolenghi and Sami Tamimi's Jerusalem. Their recipe is for deep-fried cauliflower florets with tahini-garlic dressing and pomegranate molasses. I roasted the cauliflower and an onion in a little olive oil, then when it had cooled I tossed some with romaine lettuce, some garlic croutons I made earlier, the tahini dressing, and some za'atar. Not bad at all, and I still have a lot of leftover cauliflower-and-onion mixture.

Otherwise I've done very little. On Friday I rented two movies with Mads Mikkelsen: King Arthur, which I am assured is the worst movie ever made but makes up for it by the chemistry between Mads and Hugh Dancy, and Valhalla Rising, which I gather from the blurb is mostly about Mads' character and others being tormented and horribly killed. So far I've yet to watch either, though I might try King Arthur tonight.

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cool LGBT books, cheap!

Lethe Press, which publishes mainstream and genre fiction, mostly by LGBT authors about LGBT characters, is having a fantastic sale through the month of March. They've made their entire catalogue available as e-books for $1.50 each. You have to buy at least three books to get that price, but that's the only condition. And it's not hard--I tend to be picky, and I bought nine.

Among the titles are Melissa Scott's Astreiant series and her Death by Silver series, both of which I recommend highly, as well as a couple of her older books. I think all fantasy fans should read the Astreiant books, because the worldbuilding is just that good.

The website unfortunately doesn't do a great job of explaining how to get your books. You just click the "add to cart" button, BUT when you get to the checkout screen, there's a space for "notes" where you need to say what e-book format you want. And be sure you give a working e-mail address, because after you submit your payment, what you get is an e-mail from the publisher with all the books attached. (Not knowing this, I got quite irked yesterday when I didn't get an immediate download link like I expected. I sent in a support request, and Steve Berman, the publisher, kindly fixed it all--I hadn't said which format I needed, either--and threw in a free novel too. But I don't want anyone else to buy a bunch of books and then go "What the hell, where's my download?")

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cooking and other weekend stuff

I have been to the laundromat! This is a chore I loathe, because I have to go out, where there are people, and then I have to sit there near other people while my laundry does its thing. So I tend to avoid it. But today I bribed myself by going out to breakfast first (this also involves being near other people, but there's food and I didn't have to cook it or wash the dishes afterwards). Thus I managed to get to the laundromat and run another important errand before noon. Go me, I guess.

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Hannibal 2x04, "Takiawase"

After some delay, here's the next episode discussion. Brief episode summary under the cut, discussion in comments on my LiveJournal. There may be spoilers for the entire series.

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spring has been cancelled

On Saturday, the high temperature here was 69 F (21 C). Tomorrow's high is predicted to be 37 F (3 C), with snow. WTF, weather?

Ah, well, it was nice while it lasted.

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Fandomless: Blue ship
when regiment is gone


May 2016



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