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I am kind of averse to "making a fuss". Or, well, conflict. But I am not happy steaming in silence about very small things. So, one of my no-specific-date resolutions is to Do Something About It. Which worked out fine last week. )

So: Good thing we talked about it.
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I took my cats to the vet today for their vaccinations, and to have their teeth checked. Both are wonderfully healthy, which I am thankful for. Serious Cat might have a toothache, though.


Monday was Ceridwen's birthday, and as usual I offered to bake any cake she would like. She wanted Banoffee pie. I made it and it was gone very fast. So here's the recipe:

For a 26 cm (10 inches) round spring form tin:

Cover the bottom of the tin with baking parchment, as this will be unstable. No need to grease it, though.

Make crumbles from 200 grams of whole grain oat cookies (put in a freezer bag and crush). Melt 100 grams of butter. In a not-too-small bowl, pour butter on the crumbs, mix with a spoon, put into baking tin, spread evenly and press with the spoon or whatever is handy.

Put into fridge for at least one hour.

Spread the contents of a 400 gram can of caramel spread on the cookie crumble. (I used Dovgan -- you find it in the Russian section of the supermarket. Dulce de leche or Caramel au Beurre Salé will do as well.)

Peel 3 to 4 bananas and slice. Put slices on the caramel spread.

Cover with about 400 grams of whipped cream, lightly sweetened. Decorate with more caramel spread, or powdered cocoa or coffee powder, or chocolate flakes.

Before serving, carefully separate pie and tin with a knife. Drag on plate, using the baking parchment. Do not attempt to drag off parchment.

Feeds six. Maybe. (It's not the cause of Serious Cat's toothache. He did not get any of it!)


I have started to look for a new laptop in earnest now. I have decided on a type, now I only need to see what configuration is best. And I have an appointment to get my bicycle repaired. After 8 years, most parts that have not been exchanged already need to be. This is going to be expensive.


Sep. 30th, 2015 04:18 pm
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We saw the lunar eclipse. Read more... )

We drove back around a quarter to five, I was in bed at half past, and at 8:15 I was up again, because flederkatz's cat had to be taken to the vet. Read more... )

Tuesday, I bicycled into town. Read more... )

Today (Wednesday) morning, Read more... )
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I had too much sugar, and tea.

Dark is coming early despite strangely elongated evenings.

Tiassa's cat might be dying. We will be at the vet tomorrow 9 a.m.

There is a lunar eclipse tonight and I will meet with Gwydion and Ceridwen and P___ tonight at 3 a.m. to drive to a nearby hilltop and watch.

If the others had made other plans, I'd have walked to another hill, 7 km away, with a thermos and my warmest coat.

At 8 a.m. I will call Tiassa and ask if her cat is still alive.

I do not need to go to work tomorrow.

But in the evening we will be celebrating Ceridwen's birthday.
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Friday evening, we had a neighborhood get-together, which was scaring me. A lot. Read more... )
Saturday, one singer from the ensemble belatedly celebrated her 60th birthday, and we were invited to sing, eat, and generally party.Read more... )

Um. And did I mention I got a piano last week? But that's another story.

Four work days to go, and then two weeks and a day of vacation. I really need it.
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I'm browsing the Barnes and Noble Bookseller Picks on

I see that there is a novel in it by Seanan Maguire.

The blurb starts with, The latest October Daye novel starts off with our favorite half-fae, half-human adventurer

And I remember 2500 word WoD fic fragment from the changeling mailing list that David Lennier sent me in August 1997, with no author's name or address to follow up on.

I checked the fragment.

Seems I have to get a book of that series. Might have to send one to David, too.


Aug. 27th, 2015 10:23 pm
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I can't decide on a key scene in a story, so I'm writing two in paralell.
And I have no idea how to do one of the big reveals in either.

Also: Is there a somewhat Shakepeaerian word for "con man"?
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That went well.

- John Scalzi makes Schadenfreude pie. With chocolate.
- Wired has a useful overview about what was going on.
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I just went outside to see the falling stars, which should be very numerous and visible this night, but the sky was hazy, and the city too bright, even from the not-reached-but-streetlights yard.

Other things:

It's too hot. Weather forecast says temperature will drop by 10 or 15 degrees on Friday or Saturdays. It seems impossible.

Work is crazy. With 1/4 of our team on vacation, I could put in 10 hours a day and the pile of things to do would *still* get higher. Also, shit keeps happening and I had a miserable headache today.

Yesterday night I stumbled on a story I had started before the longest writer's block ever struck, six years ago now, and I barely recognized my own voice in it. Was I ever that brilliant? It's scary.

Saturday we had a role playing game, flederkatz GM'ed Deadlands. Fun. Too short. We killed a few monsters that wanted to eat us, and broke into a secret base, and left as unnoticed as we came. (We think.)

We now have a chance to think if the guys we are after are really the bad guys. On one hand, kidnapping orphans and stockpiling what seems to be a hidden marine base in a place that is at peace only because of poverty and exhaustion is not looking good. On the other hand, we do not know exactly what happened to these orphan's parents (presumed dead after an earthquake where part of the town dropped into the sea) and we haven't the foggiest whose base it is, except that it seems well-maintained. There might be more than one group active here. Actually, one could make a very good point for two. So, shall we call in the cavalry?

Also, I got some of the best prune plums ever, and made the best Zwetschgenstreuselkuchen ever, helped by the heat, which made the yeast happy, and by confusing the amounts of sugar and flour for the Streusel, which meant that they got crunchy-caramel-like, and some butter melted out of the Streusel at baking.


Aug. 3rd, 2015 12:13 am
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I found that I severely dislike the beginning of the Perry Rhodan fanfic I should have finished, well, years ago. Yes, it sounds like a teenager ranting about school, but it's also an info dump, it's incoherent, and it's boring.

I re-wrote 1200 words today.
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I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make as they go flying by.

I still managed to not to get run over by this one. (*is proud of herself*)

Now, try to get that site ballot on the way in time....
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Yesterday was my choir's end-of-year party, with school holidays starting and our practice room being unavailable until mid-September and everything. It's a potluck, and this year I found that I had two hours between leaving work and arriving at the party, which, considering that about 1 hour of those two will be spent driving, is not a lot of time. (Yes, I know, and I regularly read that other women need 20 minutes to cook dinner, and 3 minutes to get ready in the morning -- let's say, I don't. I need 10 minutes just to cook an egg.)

So, I took liberties with the idea of a tiramisu: Strawberry curd cheese cream on cookies )

Party was nice. The recordings from our singing on Sunday had the wind roaring like a freight train, but as far as we could discern, were did not sing out of tune, even though we did have a lot of fuzzy entries. I could not hear myself singing, which surprised me: My pronunciation is so bad that I usually recognize it on the first line.
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And then, yesterday, we were at that big choir meeting in the small town. Read more... )
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Yesterday we were singing at a small village choir meeting. Nice. Despite all my recent (kind of) hang-ups about, well, everything, including (of course) music, singing was fun. When I'm on stage, the hang-ups have to take the back seat.

The day was hot, though not as hot as the days (weeks) before. After the singing was done, Gwydion, Ceridwen and I drove home and emptied a bottle of wine. I fell into bed around eleven and slept for nine hours. Cannot remember when I last had so much sleep.

For today, the weather forecast promised a mistral-like wind, and we actually got it. The wind was noticable but not strong when I went to the pool at half past nine, it nearly blew my hat off at twelve, and it was banging doors and windows, howling around the balconies, tossing empty trash cans around and ripping twigs off the trees at three, while the temprature dropped further and further, and the cloudy sky became the darkest, clearest daylight blue. Really remarkable weather, and I loved it. At sunset, it was 18°C. Yesterday at the same time it was 31.

Tomorrow we will be singing at a big choir meeting in a small town. I haven't decided yet what I am going to wear.
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Life is busy but tedious and not worth posting about, so, a food post: Red Berry Pudding )
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Ceridwen's visiting cat had been gone for three weeks, and she found that the regular owners had moved: Different name on the bell, no cat toys in the yard. The cat was a slender grey tabby, very well behaved, enthusiastic about being petted, and with a purr like a pneumatic drill, which he activated as soon as in contact with a human.

Yesterday he was back. Checked the flat, suggested he be fed, checked the food and then ignored it, got a round of cuddles, purred very loudly, and then disappeared into the dusk.

Seems that the neighbors did not move far. I hope he's safe on his new routes.


May. 11th, 2015 12:08 am
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I got a sample of some organic body lotion in the drugstore. Today I tried it out. And now I'm glittering.

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siderea on LJ on the Germanwings crash. Quote: "Suicide is when you kill yourself. The term for killing 149 other people is homicide."

Kevin Standlee on LJ on How voting "No award" in the Hugos work. Quote: "In the initial counting of ballots, we count No Award like any other candidate."
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For January, I joined trobadora's Write Every Day. So what happens on Dec 31st? Read more... )
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... aber vielleicht nicht ganz wie geplant: Mehrere Suchmaschinen zeigen Verlagsseiten nicht mehr an.

Short explanation in English )

Of course, no one could have expected that...


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