Monday, April 13th, 2026 10:14 pm
Glimmers of Hope

The overwhelming defeat of Viktor Orbán in Hungary feels like a ray of light in the darkness of current political reality. For Hungarians, it's an earthquake that signals the potential return of representative democracy. It's a shift for the rest of Europe, too. And over here, it's a most satisfying rebuke for our own less intelligent and more unstable version of Orbán. (It's also the latest kick in the goolies for Couchfuck McGee*; where he goes, defeat follows. Readers, I am enjoying this particular morsel of schadenfreude pie)

There's no denying that the winners in Hungary are center-right, which could eventually be problematic, at least from my point of view. And people should remember that Orbán rose to power as a pro-democracy, anti-Russian firebrand, only to turn into what he ended up being - a corrupt authoritarian in league with a would-be resurgent Russian Empire. Democracies take hard work, and they should never be based on unthinking approval of heroes, or those who would like to be heroes. 

In a bit of a reminder of that here, as well as less a glimmer of hope than a reminder that there are still vast differences between the two major American political parities, we've watched a Democratic congressman, Eric Swalwell, brought low by accusations of sexual coercion and outright assault, and his own party's own insistence that he exit the California gubernatorial race and then his House seat, while GOP House members remained silent about even worse sexual accusations of one of their own, Texas House Rep. Tony Gonzales. It's a reminder to me that whatever the Democratic Party's mountain of faults, it still stands heads and shoulders above the other party. 

On the whole, I'll take glimmers of hope whenever and wherever I can find them. 

* Yes, it's crude; yes it's using a ridiculous Internet meme to defame the sitting U.S. vice-president. I regret nothing. 
Monday, April 13th, 2026 11:04 pm
My federal and state tax forms were e-filed and accepted this weekend. I'm so glad that's over.

I sent e-mails to three different taxslayer e-mail addresses trying to get help with a problem, only for all of them to try to toss me somewhere else. The third one at least suggested something, even as they said they weren't allowed to. They didn't tell me how to do it, but they made a suggestion. I figured it out after playing around with various things for thirty minutes.

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For some reason, Queen's A Kind of Magic, their Highlander soundtrack, came to my mind, so I borrowed it from the library. Of course, "Princes of the Universe" is here, but you probably know that one so what I put here is "Who Wants to Live Forever," which is about the movie's love story and can make me teary-eyed. It has churchy organs, some orchestral sections, and Freddie Mercury really feeling the lyrics.



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Regular Car Reviews thoroughly roasts the Cybertruck, with some of the comments/insults making me literally LOL. Also funny to me was that when I looked at the roads they're riding on, my immediate thought was "This is Pennsylvania all right."
Monday, April 13th, 2026 11:18 pm
First Day Jitters
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1193
[Morning of Thursday, 9 November of 2017]


:: Jules starts working at the Embassy, hoping to straighten out the mess of the physical files. Part of the “Lodestar” arc, set in the Polychrome Heroics universe. ::


:: Pay special attention: There’s a bit of discussion about biometric data, blood, tissue, or organ donation, but it’s all no-pressure conversation loosely connected to Thalassian security procedures. ::




At ten minutes to seven, Jules stopped at the gates to the Thalassian embassy. The guard beamed, his dark skin blending into the deep shadows, despite the weak sunlight and the honey-gold sheen of dawn still clinging to the world. “You don’t look like it’s an emergency,” the guard joked.

Jules shook his head. “Nosir. I’ve got a job that starts today, and I expected to need extra time for the security check and the briefing.”
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Monday, April 13th, 2026 09:53 pm
It's challenge time!

Comment 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!
Monday, April 13th, 2026 08:43 pm
Today we did a bunch of different things, including a Charleston loop in the morning and a Champaign loop in the afternoon.

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Monday, April 13th, 2026 08:40 pm
I am not a finalist in this year's Final Fantasy XIV Fan Fest Art Contest. :(

TBH, I'm really not surprised. Though I'm very proud of the work I did (103 hours spent on it!), I know there's LOTS of talented folks out there, and also, I finished it way late (two hours before deadline) so had to take night photos in my room and they are THE PITS. So, so crappy looking.

I'm gonna get better pics of the item tomorrow and post then. I'd share my official entry pics, but they don't do the item justice... plus, my item is vertical, the pics had to be horizontal pics, and that ALSO added to the crappiness of the pics.

But hey! I finished the thing! The contest got me off my butt to finish an item I had started last year (some of you who have been around [community profile] get_knitted the past year can probably guess what I made. The rest of you will just have to wait for the better pics tomorrow.)
Monday, April 13th, 2026 06:07 pm
A collection of short stories translated from Hungarian. I picked this up from the library because I'd seen references to the author writing cosmic horror, which is apparently one way to get me to read a short fiction collection I otherwise know nothing about.

Veres has a direct, unsentimental style that reminds me a bit of Lisa Tuttle, although with less interest in women. Like Tuttle, one gets the impression he doesn't like people all that much. I enjoyed the eastern European perspective, adding extra flavor to ideas I've seen American or British versions of before. Veres also is really good at spooling out the key information, so that apparently unremarkable scenarios get weirder and weirder as we learn more detail.

And indeed, there is some straight up Lovecraftiana in here as well as two different body horror twists on the idyllic rural past, all of which are squarely my kind of thing.

Favorites:
Well, both the Lovecraft ones. "Multiplied by Zero" is a travel report from a man who's gone on a guided tour of a Lovecraftian horrorscape. I enjoyed the contrast between subject matter and tone all the way along, and then it really stuck the landing.

Meanwhile, "Walks Among Us" is an inside view of a Lovecraftian cult, aka exactly my jam, seen from the perspectives of two people raised in the faith and struggling with it and one who's married in. I'm amazed by how deftly Veres weaves all the backstories together with the present day timeline. This is extremely nonlinear and yet I never had any trouble following the action. One could argue the discussion of the cult as a religious minority is not great, given that this minority really is into murder and slavery and all that, but I enjoyed the Watsonian view of the world too much to quibble about the Doylist implications.

The two farming horror ones are honestly quite similar in subject matter, if not theme, to the point of feeling a little repetitive. "Return to the Midnight Soil" has the more interesting and imaginative body horror, but I think the title story "The Black Maybe," about a family from the city doing farming tourism, wins by a hair because it's more horrific, rather than tragic like the first one, and because I cared a lot more about the daughter in it than about either of the boys in the other story.

And "The Time Remaining" is the slashy entry, a story about a man whose life keeps getting worse and the devil whose life's purpose is to convince him to lead the armiese of hell. VERY shippy.

Least favorites:
"To Bite a Dog," about a woman who discovers the psychic power of dominating other creatures by biting them and her boyfriend who can't decide how he feels about it. The most Tuttle-feeling story of the collection because of how damn bleak it is. Also I just don't like animals being upset or in pain. It's rough being a horror fan sometimes.

"Fogtown," an epistolary story composed of an unfinished manuscript about someone else's unfinished book about an incredibly popular underground band that seemingly no one ever actually heard. I love this kind of thing normally, but the nested epistolary layers (complete with editor's notes!) were hard to keep track of, and the underlying story just didn't have any meat to it. I've read this story before with less effort and at least as much reward.

Those were the first two of the collection, so I'm really glad I pushed through to the ones I enjoyed! In fact, I ended up liking the collection enough that I bought his new one rather than waiting for it to show up at the library.
Tuesday, April 14th, 2026 10:38 am
I really struggle to have breakfast these days.

I have my morning coffee and then I kind of forget to have breakfast until midmorning...
Tuesday, April 14th, 2026 10:35 am
I got a very nifty gift around Maria and several other women of the MCU (Pepper, Jane, Nebula). My gifter took all the threads of my request and tied them together beautifully!

a piece of history in space
A mysterious fragment of an alien world threatens Earth, and four women must stop it before it fully awakes.

Literally, S.H.I.E.L.D in space!
Monday, April 13th, 2026 06:03 pm
 
This is your check-in post for today. The poll will be open from midnight Universal or Zulu Time (8pm Eastern Time) on Monday, April 13, to midnight on Tuesday, April 14. (8pm Eastern Time).

Poll #34473 Daily Check-in
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: Access List, participants: 15

How are you doing?

I am OK.
11 (73.3%)

I am not OK, but don't need help right now.
3 (20.0%)

I could use some help.
1 (6.7%)

How many other humans live with you?

I am living single.
6 (40.0%)

One other person.
6 (40.0%)

More than one other person.
3 (20.0%)




Please, talk about how things are going for you in the comments, ask for advice or help if you need it, or just discuss whatever you feel like.
 
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Monday, April 13th, 2026 04:44 pm
Title: The Tainted Cup (Shadow of the  Leviathan #1)
Author: Robert Jackson Bennett
Genre: Fantasy, murder mystery

On Sunday I finished The Tainted Cup, the first book in the Shadow of the Leviathan series by Robert Jackson Bennett. This is a fantasy murder mystery with an element of political thriller.

The main character is Ana Dolabra, an eccentric but brilliant investigator, and I believe this is the first time I’ve ever seen a woman fill this role. The wacky but effective investigator is of course a very well-known stock character, but has always been, in my experience, a man. I found Ana delightful; strange but not off-putting, and without coming off like the author was working to hard to make her quirky.

However, our point-of-view protagonist is Din Kol, Ana’s put-upon assistant, on whose shoulders falls the managing of her many idiosyncrasies. They’re a fun team to watch work, and in this first book we get to see their working relationship unfold, as they’ve only recently teamed up at the start. Din is fine, but mostly I appreciated him as a lens for Ana.

Bennett’s fantasy world is characterized by fantastical use and manipulation of plants and the human body. Din, for instance, has been modified to be an “engraver”—someone with an eidetic memory. For obvious reasons, this serves him well as aid to an investigator.

I think Bennett does a good job of throwing you into the world and letting you use context to figure most of it out. I get bored with SFF novels that feel the need to hold your hand, as if you might be a first-time SFF reader who never encountered a magic system before, so I was relieved when Bennett just started telling the story and letting me figure the world out as it went along. I’d rather be a bit lost at times than be toddled along, but I never felt lost here.

The novel touches on some things that I feel are pretty keenly relevant, like the ability of the wealthy to avoid justice and their willingness to inflict suffering on the rest of society to better their own position (and then justify it to themselves).

I don’t read a ton of murder mysteries, so I may not be the best judge of this, but I also felt that Ana worked well. It’s a tough trick writing a character who’s meant to be much smarter than the rest of the cast (perhaps even than the author!), and it can fail a couple of ways: the supposed “brilliant” deductions are obvious to the average reader, making the rest of the cast look painfully dull for not seeing them; or the machinations are so obtuse with so little evidence the reader simply won’t believe the detective could have figured that out without an ass-pull from the author. I didn’t think Bennett fell into either of these traps and every detail Ana referred to in one of her deductions was something that had been mentioned before.

I enjoyed this book and I plan to read the next one. Very interested to see where Ana’s adventures take her next!


Monday, April 13th, 2026 06:13 pm
Chain-Gang All-Stars

4/5. A near future dystopian America where the carceral system has an entertainment component under which inmates can “voluntarily” enter a reality show program where they fight to the death for a chance at freedom. This book is about a lot of people in and around that system, but centrally two women stars of it.

This is brilliant and beautiful and deeply humane while being about inhumane things. Some have complained it’s on-the-nose which, like, yes? I’m sorry, did you want subtlety in this critique? What good would that do?

Which leads me to the structure of this book. Tonally, it is a sustained scream, modulating with the kind of pain it is expressing. And then sprinkled throughout are footnotes. Some didactic, some painful, some about our current prison statistics, some about these fictional people. It is a really interesting choice. The author called it an “ethical” one which I am interpreting to mean that he is not interested in giving readers a chance to weasel out of understanding some of what this book is putting down. I think that is also a really smart way of confronting the thing that has wrecked other books like this. The problem is that it’s really hard to tell a story that is critiquing violence and suffering as entertainment without also entertaining your reader with violence and suffering. And the approach taken here is one of the best I’ve ever seen at negotiating that.

Content notes: Oh boy. Violence, murder, torture, mentions of rape and domestic violence, structural and personal racism
Monday, April 13th, 2026 05:43 pm
Today's poem:

Eurydice
by Carol Ann Duffy

Girls, I was dead and down
in the Underworld, a shade,
a shadow of my former self, nowhen.
It was a place where language stopped,
a black full stop, a black hole
Where the words had to come to an end.
And end they did there,
last words,
famous or not.
It suited me down to the ground.

So imagine me there,
unavailable,
out of this world,
then picture my face in that place
of Eternal Repose,
in the one place you'd think a girl would be safe
from the kind of a man
who follows her round
writing poems,
hovers about
while she reads them,
calls her His Muse,
and once sulked for a night and a day
because she remarked on his weakness for abstract nouns.
Just picture my face
when I heard –
Ye Gods –
a familiar knock-knock at Death's door.

Him.
Big O.
Larger than life.
With his lyre
and a poem to pitch, with me as the prize.

Things were different back then.
For the men, verse-wise,
Big O was the boy. Legendary.
The blurb on the back of his books claimed
that animals,
aardvark to zebra,
flocked to his side when he sang,
fish leapt in their shoals
at the sound of his voice,
even the mute, sullen stones at his feet
wept wee, silver tears.

Bollocks. (I'd done all the typing myself,
I should know.)
And given my time all over again,
rest assured that I'd rather speak for myself
than be Dearest, Beloved, Dark Lady, White Goddess etc., etc.

In fact girls, I'd rather be dead.

But the Gods are like publishers,
usually male,
and what you doubtless know of my tale
is the deal.

Orpheus strutted his stuff.

The bloodless ghosts were in tears.
Sisyphus sat on his rock for the first time in years.
Tantalus was permitted a couple of beers.
The woman in question could scarcely believe her ears.

Like it or not,
I must follow him back to our life –
Eurydice, Orpheus' wife –
to be trapped in his images, metaphors, similes,
octaves and sextets, quatrains and couplets,
elegies, limericks, villanelles,
histories, myths...

He'd been told that he mustn't look back
or turn round,
but walk steadily upwards,
myself right behind him,
out of the Underworld
into the upper air that for me was the past.
He'd been warned
that one look would lose me
for ever and ever.

So we walked, we walked.
Nobody talked.

Girls, forget what you've read.
It happened like this –
I did everything in my power
to make him look back.
What did I have to do, I said,
to make him see we were through?
I was dead. Deceased.
I was Resting in Peace. Passé. Late.
Past my sell-by date...

I stretched out my hand
to touch him once
on the back of the neck.
Please let me stay.
But already the light had saddened from purple to grey.

It was an uphill schlep
from death to life
and with every step
I willed him to turn.
I was thinking of filching the poem
out of his cloak,
when inspiration finally struck.
I stopped, thrilled.
He was a yard in front.
My voice shook when I spoke –
Orpheus, your poem's a masterpiece.
I'd love to hear it again…


He was smiling modestly,
when he turned,
when he turned and he looked at me.

What else?
I noticed he hadn't shaved.
I waved once and was gone.

The dead are so talented.
The living walk by the edge of a vast lake
near, the wise, drowned silence of the dead.

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Monday, April 13th, 2026 10:19 pm
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Title: Haltija Herää // Haltija Awakens
Author:[personal profile] kat_lair
Fandom: Finnish Mythology / Original Work
Character: Original Non-Human Character
Tags: Drabble, Mythology References
Rating: G
Word count: 100 // 140

Summary: Haltija herää. Nousee kohti ohutta jäätä kuin ilmakupla, läpi ja ylös. // Haltija awakens. Rises toward thin ice like an air bubble, through and up.

Author notes: Spring defiance from under the crushing forces of capitalism = a drabble a day in April. This one for [personal profile] verdande_mi who wanted something original set in Finland. Because of this, it made sense to write this in Finnish. The Finnish version is 100 words but because Finnish doesn't do articles or prepositions and like, makes everything into a compound work, this straightforward non-fancy translation is longer :D I have chosen not to translate 'haltija' that is a sort of supernatural guardian/occupant/holder typically tied to a locality. Wiki article for more info.

Haltija Herää on AO3
Haltija Awakens on AO3



Haltija Her )

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Haltija Awakens )

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