Jan. 27th, 2026 02:33 pm
Dept. of Cold and COVID
Yep, I Tested Positive
I thought I was coming down with the same bad cold that Bob was slowly recovering from. I don't get colds all that often, and I'd thought this one would pass me by, but nope, it appeared eager to settle in my head. Well, dang ... I headed for bed, hoping it wouldn't be too bad in the morning.
Around 3 a.m. Saturday I woke up with aches that signaled a potential temperature. And indeed I had one; 100.7, significantly higher than the 97.9 I usually run. I knew that colds don't feature fevers so I tested myself for COVID.
I didn't even have to wait the requisite 15 minutes, both lines were there in bright red within 30 seconds.
Welp.
I've felt like I've been hit by a truck ever since. I keep telling myself it's a smaller truck than it might have been, thanks to the booster shot I got last year (of course, I can't recall exactly when I got it, but I think it was in mid-summer.) but it's still a truck. I ran a lower temp on Sunday, and Monday and Tuesday, today, I haven't had a temperature since then and today I retook a test. At first, the only reaction was the control line. Huzzah! I was certain I'd gotten the first of the two negative tests I'd need to declare myself COVID free. As I said, Huzzah--
--except at the end of the 15 minute wait time, there it was, a faint but definite second line.
Welp. Again.
And it's still like being hit by a small truck.
Ah well, I'm getting some work done on my NTBP* novel, escaping a corner I'd painted myself into. And I'm also making some bread. That always comforts me.
And here, have something I wrote about cold decades ago. Since we're still in single digit temperatures with subzero windchills, it feels the same to me, although this was written after a relatively rare ice storm during a cold snap.
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March, 1995
* not to be published
I thought I was coming down with the same bad cold that Bob was slowly recovering from. I don't get colds all that often, and I'd thought this one would pass me by, but nope, it appeared eager to settle in my head. Well, dang ... I headed for bed, hoping it wouldn't be too bad in the morning.
Around 3 a.m. Saturday I woke up with aches that signaled a potential temperature. And indeed I had one; 100.7, significantly higher than the 97.9 I usually run. I knew that colds don't feature fevers so I tested myself for COVID.
I didn't even have to wait the requisite 15 minutes, both lines were there in bright red within 30 seconds.
Welp.
I've felt like I've been hit by a truck ever since. I keep telling myself it's a smaller truck than it might have been, thanks to the booster shot I got last year (of course, I can't recall exactly when I got it, but I think it was in mid-summer.) but it's still a truck. I ran a lower temp on Sunday, and Monday and Tuesday, today, I haven't had a temperature since then and today I retook a test. At first, the only reaction was the control line. Huzzah! I was certain I'd gotten the first of the two negative tests I'd need to declare myself COVID free. As I said, Huzzah--
--except at the end of the 15 minute wait time, there it was, a faint but definite second line.
Welp. Again.
And it's still like being hit by a small truck.
Ah well, I'm getting some work done on my NTBP* novel, escaping a corner I'd painted myself into. And I'm also making some bread. That always comforts me.
And here, have something I wrote about cold decades ago. Since we're still in single digit temperatures with subzero windchills, it feels the same to me, although this was written after a relatively rare ice storm during a cold snap.
.
Glass City
The city is glass and I am cold.
When cold aches out of bone
into fingertips,
and back again;
into the back of my throat and under the sleeves of my coat
and back again;
why then I can't see the glass.
My own breath blocks my sight. Painfully.
Cold holds my body for ransom.
It slaps my face and makes my toes snap,
it steps on my feet and punches the small of my back.
Traitor body, to let it in.
Did it really start in the bone?
I am so tired of my bones doing that.
All about me, the glass trees rustle.
Splinters of blue light and silver at the top,
in the middle a puzzle and madness of glitter in the bright, faded sky.
Winter sun does that.
It's almost worth
the cold.
March, 1995
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Jan. 26th, 2026 12:15 pm
Public Domain fest - column bingo
Name:
cornerofmadness
Card Theme: Public Domain fest
Prompts: Love for Sale, Sing You Sinners, Madam Satan, The Sound of Love, You Brought a New Kind of Love to Me
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel
My Card: My Card
( my fills under here )
Card Theme: Public Domain fest
Prompts: Love for Sale, Sing You Sinners, Madam Satan, The Sound of Love, You Brought a New Kind of Love to Me
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel
My Card: My Card
( my fills under here )
Jan. 25th, 2026 07:54 pm
Dept. of Catching Up
Having Fun Yet?
Not really. Not with the latest murder in Minneapolis, a city I have connections with and memories of. I flinched when I heard the gun shots that killed Alex Pretti yesterday. So very loud.
Only a couple of weeks earlier, again in Minneapolis, Renee Nicole Good, was killed by ICE. Her last words were "I'm not mad at you guys." After - after - she was shot, one of the ICE agents called her a "fucking bitch." Professional attitude there, buddy.
But let's not forget others who were shot, either killed or injured, across the country.
Last September, undocumented immigrant Silverio Villegas González, a 20-year resident of Franklin Park, was killed by ICE thugs in that Chicago suburb, after dropping off his children at school. The narrative from ICE was one we're very familiar with now: he "severely injured" an ICE agent, and dragged the agent with his car.
That agent told his buddies at the scene of González' murder that his own injury was "nothing major." Oops.
American citizen Marimar Martinez was shot five times by CBP agent Charles Exum, who later boasted about it in texts to friends. She survived, and charges against her were dropped. It turns out that she didn't ram any agent's car. Someone rammed her car. Quel surprise.
There have been at least eight other shootings by ICE or CBP agents across the country since last September, of U.S. citizens,and non-citizens. They were lucky enough not to be killed, but some of them are still in ICE custody.
They were all domestic terrorists who used their vehicles to ruthlessly hunt down blameless ICE and CPB agents. At least, that's the message that ICE Barbie and her Trumpian buddies like Greg Bovino have repeatedly given out at press conferences. Not only are they lying, they're not even creatively lying.
Can we have the midterms next week, please, before That Man and his criminal team figure out how to shut elections down?
No?
Well then, we'd best be on our guard.
Not really. Not with the latest murder in Minneapolis, a city I have connections with and memories of. I flinched when I heard the gun shots that killed Alex Pretti yesterday. So very loud.
Only a couple of weeks earlier, again in Minneapolis, Renee Nicole Good, was killed by ICE. Her last words were "I'm not mad at you guys." After - after - she was shot, one of the ICE agents called her a "fucking bitch." Professional attitude there, buddy.
But let's not forget others who were shot, either killed or injured, across the country.
Last September, undocumented immigrant Silverio Villegas González, a 20-year resident of Franklin Park, was killed by ICE thugs in that Chicago suburb, after dropping off his children at school. The narrative from ICE was one we're very familiar with now: he "severely injured" an ICE agent, and dragged the agent with his car.
That agent told his buddies at the scene of González' murder that his own injury was "nothing major." Oops.
American citizen Marimar Martinez was shot five times by CBP agent Charles Exum, who later boasted about it in texts to friends. She survived, and charges against her were dropped. It turns out that she didn't ram any agent's car. Someone rammed her car. Quel surprise.
There have been at least eight other shootings by ICE or CBP agents across the country since last September, of U.S. citizens,and non-citizens. They were lucky enough not to be killed, but some of them are still in ICE custody.
They were all domestic terrorists who used their vehicles to ruthlessly hunt down blameless ICE and CPB agents. At least, that's the message that ICE Barbie and her Trumpian buddies like Greg Bovino have repeatedly given out at press conferences. Not only are they lying, they're not even creatively lying.
Can we have the midterms next week, please, before That Man and his criminal team figure out how to shut elections down?
No?
Well then, we'd best be on our guard.
Jan. 25th, 2026 03:55 pm
Blackout Bingo - 2X2 Public Domain
Title: Combatting the Enemy
Fandoms: Spooks (MI5) - 1920s AU
Ratings: PG
Pairings: Lucas North/Adam Carter, Wynn-Jones, Lord and Lady Myers
Prompts from the books, plays and poetry section: The Private Clinic; Last and First Men; Giant's Bread; Mystery Mile
Combatting the Enemy on AO3
Fandoms: Spooks (MI5) - 1920s AU
Ratings: PG
Pairings: Lucas North/Adam Carter, Wynn-Jones, Lord and Lady Myers
Prompts from the books, plays and poetry section: The Private Clinic; Last and First Men; Giant's Bread; Mystery Mile
Combatting the Enemy on AO3
Jan. 24th, 2026 03:24 pm
Public Domain Bingo - Coverall
Ended up with all one-sentence fills this month, so gonna claim the "Diamonds and Dynamite" achievement.
Fandoms: 8 Greek myth, 1 Song of Achilles, 1 The Iliad, 1 Posthomerica, 3 The Odyssey, 2 Epic: The Musical, 1 Percy Jackson and The Olympians (books), 2 Find Me in Paris, 2 Christian Religion & Lore, 1 YouTuber RPF, 2 original
Mediums: 25 one-sentence fics
Prompts: Madam Satan, Journey's End, Chasing Rainbows, Please Don't Talk About Me When I'm Gone, Strong Poison, Body and Soul, Up the River, But Not for Me, Would You Like to Take a Walk?, The End of the World, War Nurse, Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen, City Girl, Someday I'll Find You, The Golden Age, The Sound of Love, Hell's Angels, I've Got a Crush on You, Livin' in the Sunlight Lovin' in the Moonlight, Oh How I Miss You Tonight, Men Without Women, Not Without Laughter, Prometheus, As I Lay Dying, Love for Sale
Jan. 24th, 2026 07:55 pm
(no subject)
Some things that I have had stashed away for a little while:
1.
sovay very kindly sent me a copy of Exit Through the Fireplace by Kate Dunn, which was waiting for me at the new house when I got here. It is about repertory theatre with lots of accounts on every aspect from actors and others involved, including a lot of people I have watched in old telly, so I enjoyed it a lot.
But having only recently before tried to make a post explaining what I loved about Terence Rattigan's plays, including floundering about trying to say how effective his dialogue is, I was v pleased to find this quote:
John Moffatt: (On being in rep, and the difficulty of remembering the lines, doing a new play every week): "You got to know who the good writers were. With Rattigan you barely had to learn it at all, even after just blocking it you almost knew it because it is so beautifully written. The only way to reply to something that has just been said is what he's written."
2. Talking of people being kind,
swordznsorcery wrote me a lovely Sapphire & Steel story with a new Element and a stealth crossover very RTMI here, and if you also like S&S, I recommend taking a look, as it's great! <3
3. The book I was reading introduced me to the utterly untrue but very S&S like urban myth/ghost story of the Zanetti Train. Sounds like an Assignment to me, or a film I would watch, anyway. (It seems to have been taken from a Ukrainian work of fiction, most likely - certainly not one detail of it has any truth in it).
4. Making personalised bingo cards proved to be exactly in my wheelhouse right now, so I had fun with that. If anyone missed it the other day and would like one, feel free to still ask! (Here or there, whatever).
5. Random AO3 tag found while wrangling that is currently amusing me: It is literally just Twelfth Night but with Moomins.
Otherwise still slowly progressing and all that etc etc etc.
1.
But having only recently before tried to make a post explaining what I loved about Terence Rattigan's plays, including floundering about trying to say how effective his dialogue is, I was v pleased to find this quote:
John Moffatt: (On being in rep, and the difficulty of remembering the lines, doing a new play every week): "You got to know who the good writers were. With Rattigan you barely had to learn it at all, even after just blocking it you almost knew it because it is so beautifully written. The only way to reply to something that has just been said is what he's written."
2. Talking of people being kind,
3. The book I was reading introduced me to the utterly untrue but very S&S like urban myth/ghost story of the Zanetti Train. Sounds like an Assignment to me, or a film I would watch, anyway. (It seems to have been taken from a Ukrainian work of fiction, most likely - certainly not one detail of it has any truth in it).
4. Making personalised bingo cards proved to be exactly in my wheelhouse right now, so I had fun with that. If anyone missed it the other day and would like one, feel free to still ask! (Here or there, whatever).
5. Random AO3 tag found while wrangling that is currently amusing me: It is literally just Twelfth Night but with Moomins.
Otherwise still slowly progressing and all that etc etc etc.
Jan. 22nd, 2026 11:08 pm
[multifandom] We Eat Doves Post Mortem drabble prompt challenge - PROMPT SUBMISSIONS OPEN!
Tags:
- fandom: multifandom,
- format: fest/prompt claiming,
- format: prompt submissions,
- frequency: monthly,
- keyword: crackfic,
- keyword: dead dove,
- keyword: fluff/schmoop,
- keyword: kink,
- keyword: proshipping,
- medium: any/multi,
- posting: 2026-02 (feb),
- sign-up/claiming: not required,
- site: ao3,
- site: discord,
- site: dreamwidth
Jan. 20th, 2026 06:16 pm
Personalised bingo card offer
Hello, I am still recovering, etc. Quite nicely as these things go, but still not up to doing all my usual little things.
Anyway, thought of something fannish and fun I could do if anyone wanted it - I made a personalised bingo card for
theseatheseatheopensea once, which was fun, and I do always love doing that kind of thing. So...
... if anyone else would find a custom-made bingo card (for writing/creating prompts) fun/useful/inspiring, comment here and I will have a go at making you one!
(I'll use the Bingo Generator, so it's very easy, and if I fail and include some rubbish prompts, a new card without such prompts can magically be re-generated with no trouble. Will do any size from 2x2 to 5x5.)
So just comment here if you'd like one & say what size card you'd prefer. You can also point me to/away from any fandoms/prompt types etc if you'd like, but no need. (If I'm really stuck for some reason, I'll just ask you for some pointers!)
Anyway, thought of something fannish and fun I could do if anyone wanted it - I made a personalised bingo card for
... if anyone else would find a custom-made bingo card (for writing/creating prompts) fun/useful/inspiring, comment here and I will have a go at making you one!
(I'll use the Bingo Generator, so it's very easy, and if I fail and include some rubbish prompts, a new card without such prompts can magically be re-generated with no trouble. Will do any size from 2x2 to 5x5.)
So just comment here if you'd like one & say what size card you'd prefer. You can also point me to/away from any fandoms/prompt types etc if you'd like, but no need. (If I'm really stuck for some reason, I'll just ask you for some pointers!)
Jan. 19th, 2026 03:42 pm
Dept. of Holy Days
He Had More Than a Dream
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. had grit and determination, and strength and righteous anger that he controlled in the name of peaceful progress, and pride that he wanted Black Americans to recognize and adopt for themselves. He believed in this country - god knows why, given how much hell America put Black people through, all the way from 1615 to the then-current day - and he worked like hell to make it a better one.
He risked himself and his family, with constant death threats and a firebombing at his home in 1958. He almost died after being stabbed in the same year. He risked his reputation and his legacy, surviving several arrests and jailings. He risked those who believed in him and in what he had to say, because he knew those who hated him would hate those who believed in him.
He fought for what he shouldn't have had to fight for; true understanding of what Black Americans deserve, and what White America has resolutely refused to admit was required.
He fought against nasty, petty, and powerful men like J. Edgar Hoover, who spread filth and lies about Dr. King. Why? Because he was afraid of Dr. King. He hated what Dr. King stood for, so he tried to erase the man. He wasn't the only one.
After his stabbing, Dr. King had one more decade to shake the foundations of this country, to start the Poor People's Campaign and to oppose the Vietnam War. And then White America killed him.
Who called for the assassination? Did someone pay James Earl Ray? All of that kind of misses the point. Ultimately, the real conspiracy is what people in this country have insisted on doing ever since that April morning at the Lorraine Motel.
For more than 57 years America has worked tirelessly to erase his truth. America wants everyone to remember him only as he spoke during the March on Washington, choosing to turn those powerful words into an anodyne formula they want to speed the erasure of real history. Some of them manage to listen to Dr. King's "I've Been to the Mountain Top" speech and cry tears about his unnervingly prophetic commentary.
But they don't like reading his letter from a Birmingham jail. They can't stand his anti-war stance. They loathe his pro-union beliefs, his support of poor people of all colors.
It's still White America that fears him the most; rich white Americans, anti-union white Americans, pro-capitalism white Americans, the people who understand that he had grown so much larger and more dangerous to their power than they'd thought he would be.
Let's remember him for what he was. A warrior.
And I'll try not to be part of the problem, but part of the solution, as difficult as that will be.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. had grit and determination, and strength and righteous anger that he controlled in the name of peaceful progress, and pride that he wanted Black Americans to recognize and adopt for themselves. He believed in this country - god knows why, given how much hell America put Black people through, all the way from 1615 to the then-current day - and he worked like hell to make it a better one.
He risked himself and his family, with constant death threats and a firebombing at his home in 1958. He almost died after being stabbed in the same year. He risked his reputation and his legacy, surviving several arrests and jailings. He risked those who believed in him and in what he had to say, because he knew those who hated him would hate those who believed in him.
He fought for what he shouldn't have had to fight for; true understanding of what Black Americans deserve, and what White America has resolutely refused to admit was required.
He fought against nasty, petty, and powerful men like J. Edgar Hoover, who spread filth and lies about Dr. King. Why? Because he was afraid of Dr. King. He hated what Dr. King stood for, so he tried to erase the man. He wasn't the only one.
After his stabbing, Dr. King had one more decade to shake the foundations of this country, to start the Poor People's Campaign and to oppose the Vietnam War. And then White America killed him.
Who called for the assassination? Did someone pay James Earl Ray? All of that kind of misses the point. Ultimately, the real conspiracy is what people in this country have insisted on doing ever since that April morning at the Lorraine Motel.
For more than 57 years America has worked tirelessly to erase his truth. America wants everyone to remember him only as he spoke during the March on Washington, choosing to turn those powerful words into an anodyne formula they want to speed the erasure of real history. Some of them manage to listen to Dr. King's "I've Been to the Mountain Top" speech and cry tears about his unnervingly prophetic commentary.
But they don't like reading his letter from a Birmingham jail. They can't stand his anti-war stance. They loathe his pro-union beliefs, his support of poor people of all colors.
It's still White America that fears him the most; rich white Americans, anti-union white Americans, pro-capitalism white Americans, the people who understand that he had grown so much larger and more dangerous to their power than they'd thought he would be.
Let's remember him for what he was. A warrior.
And I'll try not to be part of the problem, but part of the solution, as difficult as that will be.

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Jan. 18th, 2026 06:03 pm
Round 157 Has Ended!
BZZZZZZZT! That sound means it's time for us to bring Round 157 of Fic_Rush to a close. Thanks everyone for stopping in, be sure to tell us what all you got up to this weekend in the comments! As always, our heartfelt gratitude to our magnificent Mod Squad:
xandromedovna, WerebunniesBane
lullabymoon, Supreme Yarn Botherer
glinda, Supreme Tea Temptress
desertvixen, Guardian of Deadlines
falkner, Elegant Flower
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Jan. 18th, 2026 06:00 pm