I Played A Game That Turns Tetris Into Doom, And It’s For Babies
Sep. 10th, 2026 09:25 pmCritical Role: Fanfic: Winter's Crest
Sep. 10th, 2026 10:48 pmFandom: Critical Role: Campaign 1
Rating: G
Length: 100
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for the Festive prompt, quick drabble because I was too exhausted this week to write the idea I had initally
Summary: Drabble about Percy's thoughts on a random Winter's Crest
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Les Miserables
Sep. 10th, 2026 03:48 pmI haven't seen it since three weeks after the London production opened at the Shaftesbury Theatre. Yes, I'm old. I was a huge fan of Colm Wilkinson having heard the concept album of Evita and seen his Judas in Jesus Christ Superstar, so as soon as I heard he was in it my housemate and I got tickets in the front row of the balcony. This is how we were able to get a Saturday night performance. Once the official opening had passed, Saturday nights were sold out nearly immediately.
I didn't remember, until I went to Wikipedia, that the original British reviews were decidedly mixed.
Anyway, it's been awhile.
This Savannah production was surprisingly good for a tiny theater (The Palace Theatre had been selected at least partially for the dimensions of its stage). There were very minimal set pieces that could be placed and exited easily, there was a riser in the middle with a small stairway up on either side and two diorama frames on short risers placed in front of the stairways to help hide the actors until they were ready to be seen. They were used as rooms in Thenardier's inn, as sections of the factory, and as space in the cafe for Enjolras and Marius to meet with the revolutionaries. Seriously, for a stage with very little depth, they managed to do a great deal.
The Jean Valjean (Michael Valentine) was excellent. His voice held up through everything including the difficult high note at the end of Bring Him Home. (https://savannahtheatre.com/shows/les-miserables/ has pictures of the entire cast in mufti.)
Javert (Matthew Meece)... I know that not every Javert has been a bass/baritone. It's a difficult range to cast for. This production put his songs in a higher register which might have worked had his voice been stronger.
Most of the women's voices were pretty, but not remarkable in any way. Marius was, sadly, frequently off key in his upper register. I'll assume he was just fatigued after a week of shows.
They took out the first act use of Little People which is a pity. The Gavroche that I saw (Gibson Evans) was, in my opinion, better than Ian Tucker on the original cast recording. His voice was supported, which you don't often hear in such a young singer.
The ensemble had to keep circulating. At least some of them were in most scenes, so quickly changing a jacket or scarf was the primary way of getting them into the scenes on time. The harmonies were good, and they gave a much bigger effect than the actual size of the group.
Empty Chairs at Empty Tables had a lovely effect. As the women start singing a verse of it, the men we'd seen as revolutionaries appear on the right hand stairs and mid-riser behind them. I wish I knew more about lighting, but the lighting had an ethereal cast just on the men which made them seem like phantoms. It was perfect for the song, and genuinely moved me.
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On the political side of my life, I've signed up for postcards to send to get out the vote. This may just be the first group. It depends on how much money I have for postage.
Also, I saw a sign on my street which read "Vote Your Bottoms and Ossoff" which is a good way of grouping Keisha Lance Bottoms for Governor with Jon Ossoff who has a similar shirt (Vote your Ossoff) with a Georgia peach cheekily beside the phrase.
Books read since June
Sep. 10th, 2026 10:26 pmA Parade of Horribles, Dungeon Crawler Carl #8, by Matt Dinniman
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Traitor, The Change #4, by Rachel Manija Brown and Sherwood Smith
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Die Legende vom Tränenvogel, English: The Bird That Drinks Tears, by Leong Young-Doo
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The Starving Saints, by Caitlin Starling
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This Kingdom Will Not Kill Me, Maggie the Undying #1, by Ilona Andrews
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The Familiar, by Leigh Bardugo
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To Clutch a Razor, Curse Bearer #2, by Veronica Roth
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The Poet Empress, by Shen Tao
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Shroud, by Adrian Tchaikovsky
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Kushiel's Dart, by Jacqueline Carey
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Himmelsstürmer/Dragon Wings, Death Gate Cycle #1, by Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman
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Platform Decay, Murderbot #8, by Martha Wells
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Touching Grass Is Too Much Work if you're Me,
Sep. 10th, 2026 01:20 pmOutside stuff will have to wait a few more weeks even if weren't in an emetic phase, but I am so definitely.(Although physically things have been good for a bit.)
Best attempt(although they won't be good or even match what's in my mind's eye, ever, damn it,) I think belongs to my drawing of the suckers in our candy dish, although if people saw them they might say that someone's six year old draws very well, probably. Which is hard, even when you don't need to win at everything. Messing with colors and textures is something I don't get to do while writing, although sometimes when I get stuck, I make the text blue, or green, or grey to make it feel different,
Got a volunteer while calling yesterday. He has mobility limitations and is one of those retired guys who wants you to know a lot about his trillion years of experience in industry, so I can't really say it's a terrific get and I've shed the curse, but at least I did not have a whole hour to think "I'm wasting my life," so that is something. Don't really like the whole old-guy "Don't call me disabled!1" thing exactly--it's hard not to get insulted, even when you kind of understand and don't really want to do a full-on paisan routine either. But they think they earned it, right? Which is why "If we could just Work Together" is way more complicated than it sounds.
The New Apothecary Diaries Game Will Fill The Ace Attorney-Shaped Hole Left In My Heart
Sep. 10th, 2026 07:44 pmRebounder Is A Celeste-like That Has Me Throwing Caution To The Alien Wind
Sep. 10th, 2026 07:22 pmThe Big Idea: Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz
Sep. 10th, 2026 07:36 pm
Some people climb the ladder to success, leaving others behind as they ascend the rungs alone, while others focus of strengthening the foundational base. And when they do move up, they turn back around and extend a hand to others, lifting everyone with them. This literary loyalty to peers is essential, and something author Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz feels strongly about. Read on to see how this kind of support led to the creation of her newest nonfiction novel, The Ballad of the Fugitive William Parker.
CRISTIN O’KEEFE APTOWICZ:
When people hear my husband and I are both writers, they often ask what we write. My stock answer: “He’s a science fiction writer and I’m a historical non-fiction writer. We’re a mixed marriage, but we make it work.”
My husband and I met in the late 1990s. He, the slam champ from Austin and me, the slam champ from New York City. We used to tell people we met at a poetry slam, but it was far geekier than that. We met at a screening of a documentary about the poetry slam being shown at a National Poetry Slam at which we were both competitors—a true turducken of literary nerdiness.
Yet I can truly point to that one 1998 National Poetry Slam event in Austin, TX, as a crossroads moment in my life—and not just because of our future marriage! It is due to an idea I later learned was called “Horizontal Loyalty.”
I grew up in working class Philadelphia, in a neighborhood that was filled with second generation cops, third generation firefighters, and newly minted water department employees, like my dad. My desire to be a writer came early, but to tell these adults about my career aspirations was like telling them I wanted to be the Tooth Fairy: “A writer? Alright, kiddo! Good luck with that!” My family had no map for where I wanted to go, and no one in this neighborhood had one to hand over either.
When I made it into a collegiate writing program, I was dispirited to learn my teachers had impossible career origin stories. Inevitably, a family friend happened to be connected to the industry and a manuscript was placed in the right hands at the right time. From an outsider, it felt impossible to replicate: to whomth at my father’s wastewater treatment plant should I pass this historical nonfiction screenplay about a 19th century collector of medical oddities? My career felt ever further away.
But then I came across an alternate path to success that proved to be both comforting and extremely true: Horizontal Loyalty.
Horizontal Loyalty doesn’t rely on someone higher up on the ladder of success to pull you up. Instead, it sees your success as being tied to connecting with peers doing similar work, and everyone rising together. And that’s how that 1998 National Poetry Slam became an incredible crossroads for my life.
That same National Poetry Slam, I met Derrick C. Brown, a poet and rock-and-roll singer from California, who would crash on my NYU dorm room floor while touring with his band (the fantastically named John Wilkes Kissing Booth). Derrick would go on to publish all eight of my poetry collections via the publishing company he founded (Write Bloody Publishing) and we’d embark on a dozen cross-country tours together.
I also connected with Taylor Mali, a fellow NYC slam poet, with whom I’d go on to run a popular poetry slam series, NYC-Urbana, for the better part of a decade—delighting audiences at places like CBGBs and the Bowery Poetry Club, as we switched venues to keep up our growing crowds.
And yes, it was where I met my future husband, Ernie, who years after that first meeting offered to introduce me to his literary agent shortly after he sold his debut novel. I waved him off, saying, “But your book is fun science fiction, and mine is creepy historical nonfiction. I just don’t think she’d be interested…” Ernie placed his hands on my shoulders and said, “Cristin, if your friend who just sold their book to a major publishing house says they’d like to introduce you to their literary agent, you just say, ‘Thanks.’”
I just said, “Thanks.” Cut to four years later, and the books our (now shared) agent helped sell—Ernie’s Ready Player One and my Dr Mütter’s Marvels—both landed on the New York Times best seller list at the same time. Such an unlikely journey for two slam poets who first shook hands at an Alamo Drafthouse over a decade and a half earlier, National Poetry Slam lanyards dangling from our necks.
Horizontal Loyalty is not limited to writing—or even to the arts. It was a concept I saw in action again and again while researching my forthcoming historical nonfiction book, The Ballad of the Fugitive William Parker: A True Tale of Love, Murder, Treason, and Ordinary Folks Who Saved America. The book centers three groups of radical abolitionists—the wealthy free Black elite of Philadelphia, rural Quaker farmers, and fugitives from slavery who lived and worked in both areas—as they worked together to fight injustice. Those groups all had very different ideas how these goals could be achieved. For instance, a steadfast commitment to nonviolence was likely easier to maintain by a boycotting Quaker than a terrified fugitive witnessing a slave-catcher lurch for her infant daughter. Yet, they always had each other’s back. Every win collectively celebrated, and every loss weathered together. At a time when the current world feels fragmented and polarized, reading the stories of these different groups working together—messily, devotedly—gave me hope: Horizontal Loyalty at its finest.
After we married, Ernie suggested I retire using the phrase “Horizontal Loyalty,” on the grounds people might read it differently these days. Which—fair.
But I’ve stuck with it anyway, because when I get asked if I have any tips for writers just starting out, my answer always remains: “Horizontal Loyalty.” That idea that the path of your own success isn’t tied to some tastemaker in an ivory tower. It can be found with fellow writers in the thick of it alongside you. Folks whose work and attitude you respect: kind, generous writers, who see the best in situations. With them, every career joy doubles, and every career heartbreak halves.
So, the next time you are doing something in your field that is as nerdy as a poetry slam documentary screening, look around. The keys to your future success might be sitting in the room with you, geeking out as hard as you are.
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Comin' Together
Sep. 10th, 2026 03:43 pm(I had also given the bedroom/fitness room a thorough--and much-needed--vacuuming.)
Then, I moved the trainer desk back into the room and that was the final piece in reestablishing my fitness space. All of that to replace an inexplicably--and loudly--blown-out trainer tire!
This was in anticipation of the delivery, today, of the 48" Olympic barbell I had ordered to replace the 60" straight bar which simply did not fit--and was not easily usable--in the limited space I have for my barbells, plates, mats, etc.
I've since done my 1-mile fitness walk--which I missed yesterday due to the rain--and, after a bit of rest and rehydration, I'm gonna do my recently upscaled, 9.5 mile bike ride.
Hope everyone has a good day, wherever you are and whatever the weather...
LPK
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Write Every Day September 2026 - Day 10
Sep. 10th, 2026 11:54 am"I was eight years old, and the novel was Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House in the Big Woods. It was the first novel where I experienced what John Gardner called the ‘vivid continuous dream’, and it happened by accident. Up until that point, I found the idea of a book without pictures ridiculous, as in: why would anyone subject themselves to such a ghastly thing. Along came my library copy of Little House, but someone had torn out all the pictures. I read it anyway. With no pictures to limit my imagination, it was as if my head exploded. I still feel that way when I read a good book."
— Marlon James, interview on the Booker Prizes site (2026).
My Check-In:
I worked on the essay, expanding some of the bullets and re-arranging some of them a bit. It's still rough, but getting close to a good draft. Whew.
Tally
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Day 9:
Let me know if I missed you, or if you wrote but didn't check in yet. And remember, you can join in at any time!
Geese Flocks
Sep. 10th, 2026 01:26 pm
There were around 100 geese near the sunflower fields and I got a lot of photos of them.
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Mom, Come Pick Me Up, They’re Doing ‘ Silksong When?’ Again
Sep. 10th, 2026 06:30 pmFanfiction: Audition Strategies (The Goes Wrong Show, Robert/Chris/Sandra)
Sep. 10th, 2026 07:34 pmRobert and Sandra have so much potential as the two divas who can coexist reasonably peacefully because they're not in competition for the same roles! I wish we got to see more of their dynamic. I bet they sometimes team up to overwhelm Chris in tandem.
(With - with regard to casting/staging, rather than sexually. Although, now that you mention it...)
Title: Audition Strategies
Fandom: The Goes Wrong Show
Rating: 15
Pairing: Robert/Chris/Sandra
Wordcount: 2,700
Summary: Sandra and Robert are in competition for the same role. This, as Chris is about to discover, is a dangerous situation.
Warning: Although everyone ultimately has a good time, certain characters in this fic are probably being pushy to the point of sexual harassment.
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