No Fandom: Junk Journal Page: Missing in America
Nov. 9th, 2025 02:55 pmFandom: None
Rating: G
Length: One page
Summary: If found, please return.
( CW: US politics content )
This week's bread: Dove's Farm Organic Seedhouse Bread flour, nice.
Saturday breakfast rolls: brown toasted pinenut with Marriage's Light Spelt - perhaps was a bit too sparing with the pinenuts after the excess of last time?
Today's lunch: pheasant breasts flattened a little and rubbed with coriander seeds and juniper berries crushed with salt and 5-pepper blend, panfried in butter and deglazed with madeira, perhaps slightly overdone; served with kasha, garlic-roasted purple sprouting tenderstem broccoli and 'baby' (adolescent) leeks halved and healthy grilled and dressed with a grain mustard vinaigrette.

Summary: A ten-year-old Fawful is thrown across time and has to face the abject horror of the Dark Star up close and personal - up to and including doubts about his convictions regarding his future evil plans.
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( Time travel brings Fawful to a horror worse than the Shroobs.. )

Since my last Weeknotes update, I’ve left [redacted location] and arrived at my new catsit. I’m in Denver for the rest of the month! The cats here are adorable (as always) and the apartment I’m staying in is really nice; the owners are kind and let me come early and stay a few extra days, which was great for me because I saved a bit on accommodation money.
I’ve now been here with the cats alone for a week and I’m really enjoying the whole experience. I’m in a residential area and it’s super fun to walk around looking at all the interesting houses and the trees slowly dying for the winter. I’ve been going out nearly every day just wandering around (in a borrowed fleece jacket because it’s been fairly cold (for me)) with a few occasional forays into the rest of town.
I’m a little annoyed that most (all??) of the museums here have a fairly high entrance fee ($10+ minimum). Of course yesterday was free museum day and I totally forgot…
( Read the rest of this entry » )Crossposted from Pixietails Club Blog.
flocking apart. Youth. Parallels & Themes. The Robin who died and the Speedy who lived.
on reflection. Melancholy | Magic and Monsters. It's surprising what we cling to, when we're
zeal. Vulnerability | Case Fic. A big damn hero and a damsel in distress.
x marks the spot. Humour | Flaws & Skills. Jason is hot for teacher.
I have started writing fiction. At this point, I have a whole three paragraphs, a narrative tone I have hopes for, and a complete block on the name of the character I'm talking to. For Reasons, this is bugging me more than it should (yes, they are currently Character A).
So, crowdsourcing. Please suggest me names suitable for a middle-ish class surburban white woman Australian born in, say, the mid to late 70s. I was faintly tempted to just call them Jenny, as such a large percentage of that age group were. But it doesn't fit the vibe for reasons I can't articulate. This is someone who's trying to fit their quest / portal fantasy activities into the hours between school drop off and pick up, while also balancing any number of other commitments (are they on the P&C? I haven't worked that one out yet). (I have also discarded Liz, Lisa, Kate, and Sarah, all of which were common in that age group). I'm kind of avoiding names of friends, with the caveat that if you want me to use your name for a complete stranger and risk the assumptions people will make if they ever read it, tell me that!
Will I finish this story? Well, history points to no. But it is three more paragraphs than I wrote last year, and I have more plot to go with it than I did last time I tried to get this scene out of my head. I give it two chances.
Raindrops on roses
(It's All About the Cake, photo by thebecker.com)
and whiskers on kittens,
Bright colored houses
(DeviantArt user ~reenaj)
That make me quite smitten!
Big stacks of packages tied up with string,
These are a few of my favorite things!
Cute rainbow lizards, like this little fella'
Going to Disney to see Cinderella
Sweet snuggly dragons with super small wings
These are a few of my favorite things!
Sharing an ice cream and making big messes
(Cake Central member kdhjth)
Frilly hair bows and fun '50s dresses
(Cake Central member Shayesmomma)
Watching the scene where Julie Andrews sings...
These are a few of my favorite things!
Happy Sunday!
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And from my other blog, Epbot:
Sunday. Cloudy and cold. "Rain and snow" in the forecast and in fact, it's snowing now, just a tease, but -- yeah, that's snow.
Big Excitement on the overnight!
First, a little background. Years and years ago, someone told me about their cat who had gotten her head stuck in the handles of a shopping bag, freaked, and proceeded to wreck the house until she could be caught and disentangled.
Obviously, I remembered the story, but in all my years of cat-keeping, I had never seen one of our (superior of course) cats do this.
I want to pause here and state, unequivocally, that my cats are superior.
That said. . . At four-fifteen this morning I was waked by a mighty CRASH!, and the sound of claws skittering on hardwood floors. Looking back, I have to suppose that having been wakened from a sound sleep was a factor in my relative calmness, as I tossed back of the sheets, got into slippers (I hadn't heard glass break, but best to be prepared) and robe (house was cold). I wandered out to the living room, where I first saw that the basket of keys, gloves, garage door openers, extra sunglasses, and assorted other junque that lives on the table by the front door, had been launched and the contents scattered everywhere.
It took a bit to pick all of this up, and I had to turn on the foyer light, which allowed me to see -- in the kitchen -- the contents of the bag I had started to fill with Stuff to take to Goodwill. Several of those things (not glass, but delicate) needed to be binned, which I did, then gathered up the other stuff to put on the snow bench . . .
. . . which is when it occurred to me to wonder where the Actual Bag was.
I sighted down the living room, and saw what appeared to be the bag between the rocking chair and the table next to it. Upon collection, however, it was revealed to be two-thirds of a bag: one handle and a swath of paper was still missing.
I got rid of the big chunk of bag and walked to the back, where I heard a rustling in the closet in Steve's office.
Let me pause here to say that one of Rook's many fine qualities is that he apparently trusts me to Fix Stuff. I stopped a couple steps into the room, where I could see the closet and it could see me, and said, "You've still got the bag around your neck, don't you? C'mon, Rookie. Let me help you."
And he came -- belly low and tail drooping, yes, but he came -- and put himself across my feet. I got the loop from around his neck, and dropped the remains of the bag into the recycling bin by the desk.
Rookie stood up on his back legs, put his front paws on my knee, and Gazed Adoringly™ up into my face, so I picked him up and sat down. We snuggled for a bit, then I brought him back to bed with me.
Which is why I was a tad late rising this morning. I've eaten breakfast -- leftover sweet potato stifry from yesterday's lunch -- and my second mug of tea is at hand. I still need to locate a bag without handles to put the surviving Goodwill stuff into. And I guess while I'm in this part of the house, and on the Business Computer, I'll pull the trigger on that order I've been building for a bit.
How's everybody doing this morning?