"However much candy you want, the answer is yes."
This year's innovation was doing the Wizard of Oz + Dark Side of the Moon thing with (much less cleverly timed) Chaos Emergency Doof Broadcast (Which is 4 hours of very silly DJ work), some of the Halloween episodes, with Addams Family Values on mute (several times through). We got the inflammable tango to "The Devil Went Down to Georgia", and a few other silly confluences. I think this is one of the ones where precise timing doesn't help all that much, but it's great when it happens. By the time the show had run out of explicitly spooky songs, it got a little less entertaining.
Belovedest was Jigglypuff. I was a very tired Dulcie (wearing my own nightgown and some exhaustion makeup). I ordered the wrong crust on 2 out of 3 pizzas, and the 3rd one was gluten free.
Poem: "One Big Beautiful BS"
that the sludge of the past could ever be forever burned without consequence
Whose bones are they breaking today
drilling out the marrow of our good earth
emptying out communities to collapse in upon themselves?
perhaps they expect neighbors will be eating neighbors the very next day
all these hoarders so eager to end good governance by the people, for the people
( boys in masks waving guns )
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My 1000th fic on AO3!
Out of Time (2300 wds, Algy & Erich, gen)
The first one should probably be read first, if you haven't already.
And there it is, and here's to the next 1000!
if the stars were edible
It feels like I've been going there forever, even though honestly the last time I went there was probably when we still lived in Boston. But I'm like 80% certain I've gone on dates there with all of my major boyfriends (if I dated you for at least a year, that's the defining line in my headcanon). A bazillion times with
Fugakyu was even where I introduced multiple friends to sushi (
And now it's closing, for "personal reasons."
Damn, am I gonna miss their pinetato (pineapple and sweet potato) maki. And the kinuta. And the hotate hokkayaki. And the giant boats of sushi that I would split with my friends. I know where to get sushi; honestly I may just pop down to our neighborhood sushi joint before the trick-or-treaters start arriving. But mostly, finding out that Fugakyu is closing next week is just making me miss everyone in Boston. Even knowing that many of the friends I mentioned don't live there anymore, like us.
Media roundup, Sept-Oct
Transcendent Kingdom, by Yaa Gyasi:
PS: One tenth of a centimeter is a weird way to say a millimeter.
Vita Nostra, by Maryna and Serhiy Dyachenko, translated by Julia Meitov Hersey:
You Dreamed of Empires, by Álvaro Enrigue, translated by Natasha Wimmer:
The Anxious Generation, by Jonathan Haidt:
Julie Chan Is Dead, by Liann Zhang:
Nettle & Bone, by Ursula Vernon:
The Mother of All Questions, by Rebecca Solnit (DNF):
Assortment
Dept of, what will they think of next (some of this is, as I remarked elsewhere, resuscitating Ye Good Ol' Victorian Quackerie - though, as we concurred, VIBRATORS ARE NOT VICTORIAN!!!): With the menopause dildo, we've officially reached peak menopause bollocks.
(Declaration of interest: I once did a podcast with the author.)
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Dept of, well, on the topic of dildos, or at least, urgent phallicism: I spent a year dating conservative [frothingly alt-right] men:
Something about getting ready to go on these dates made me feel like I was 18 again — except now I had the ability to run professional-level background checks, which I did. Not because I was operating on preconceived notions but because the few peers I told about my mission encouraged me to. Given some of the vitriol against women in online alt-right groups, they felt I should treat every date as if it were a threat to my life. I came up with a routine: before a date, I’d tell at least three people in advance where I was going and what time they should expect to hear from me by. I enlisted a friend who’s a former Navy SEAL to be my unofficial security consultant.
And they wonder why women are not dating....
And that's before getting to meet the actual doozies who are, apparently, not even the worst types on the dating apps.
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Dept of, let's have some better news, good news about snails (the snails that one thought had been mown down in the ONward March of Progress, or at least, building much needed housing):
the snails are OK. Nothing bad is going to happen to the poor little Whirlpool Ramshorn Snail, the endangered creature which our Chancellor unfairly blamed for stopping a housing development, causing me to get grumpy on social media. But in following up to try and see what actually happened, I found out a bunch of interesting – and in my view extremely heartening – stuff.
.... it was always a false dichotomy, it was always possible to have the houses and the snails too.
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Dept of gilded snails in a very different space: From snails to street signs: Soho’s history revealed on a new digital map - the snails on the facade of L'Escargot Restaurant.
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Dept of, gosh I have met (many years ago) the curator of this exhibition: New York City celebrates the “Gay Harlem Renaissance”
Whumptober Alt: “I hear you’re alive, how disappointing.” [Biggles]
“I hear you’re alive, how disappointing.”
Biggles & EvS, 600 wds, enemies-era
( 600 wds under the cut )
ハロウィンパーティーで何かを感じ取ったはなとみり。 -Hana&Miri sensed something at Halloween party .-(動画)
Follow Friday 10-31-25
Here's the plan: every Friday, let's recommend some people and/or communities to follow on Dreamwidth. That's it. No complicated rules, no "pass this on to 7.328 friends or your cat will die".
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personally I'd never ask someone about their pronouns like that, but Clinton is nosy
today my most important job was Pointy Objects
I supplied knives and fine motor control; the toddler supplied art direction; the toddler's resident adults supplied outlines for me to cut around (and candles, and matches, and in fact all of the cutting of the tiny pumpkin).

