Guess who finally discovered some new music! In defence of #6, let me point out that wheat does have sort of a blooming stage. If that isn't enough, I put some cornflowers in the corner.
In case I haven't worn you all out nattering about Earthsea yet, here's some more. On Friday when I finished the Cycle I went online, as one does, and discovered that last year there was published a graphic novel edition of A Wizard of Earthsea, the first book in the series. So naturally this weekend I had to run out and buy it and read it all at once. The art was done by Fred Fordham and the project was overseen by Le Guin's son, Theo (she having passed away in 2018).
Theo, like Le Guin herself, was trepidatious about any visual representation of Earthsea, after decades of white character designs; white, middle-aged actors; and general tom-fuckery when it comes to representing Le Guin's work. It wasn't until Theo saw Fordham's work in To Kill a Mockingbird that he first considered it might be worthwhile to consider a graphic novel adaptation of his mother's work, and so here we are.
Fordham appears to have been the right man for the job--this graphic novel edition of A Wizard of Earthsea captures the characters as Le Guin may have envisioned them when she wrote. Theo in his forward acknowledges that one of the beautiful things about how the characters are described in Le Guin's work--enough to give an idea of their appearance, but also vague enough that readers can all use their own imaginations to some degree--becomes limited when creating an "official" visual representation of those characters. So he considers Fordham's designs just one of many possible looks for these characters, but one that cleaves to his mother's original descriptions.
His expressions neatly capture the shift in Ged's attitude over his schooling at Roke, from the proud, angry boy who first arrives to the sobered, haunted young man who departs.
Nearly all of the wording in the book is lifted directly from the original novel, which means Le Guin's original hard-hitting dialogue and beautiful descriptions of Earthsea survive to accompany Fordham's gorgeous scenic illustrations. He really captures the moody atmosphere of some of the book's darker moments, while also creating some truly stunning vistas of the ocean, which of course is a considerable part of the world for the characters of Earthsea (who live in an archipelago). I particularly enjoyed some of the rainy scenes--felt just like home here in the PNW!
He also does a great job making Ged and the Lookfar feel small on some of Ged's journeys. Looking at it some of these full-page spreads, you really feel that Ged is just one young wizard on his own in a vast and unknowable world.
If I had any issues, it's only that some of the palettes run quite dark, so that a few panels can be almost impossible to distinguish unless you're looking at the book directly under a light source, and that there is some occasional visual awkwardness (not sure how to describe this--maybe Fordham used a 3D rendering tool and it shows?)
Overall, I was delighted with this, and I really hope Fordham and Theo press on to do Tombs of Atuan as well--I would love to see Tenar and Atuan rendered as well!
Iāve been banned from my local MCAS Facebook group back home for being pro-vaccine, lmao.
āVaCiNeS rAiSe HiStAmInE LeVeLsā
So does the normal menstrual cycle you keep pushing health teas for. So do the essential oils youāre shilling. So does cold plunges and sunlight exposure and fucking exercise.
So do viral and bacterial infections.
Pick your poison, worstie. Preferably the one that wonāt spread fucking measles through the general populace.
Achievement Unlocked: Banned from the Hometown “Health” Group
@thebibliosphere just FYI, deep tissue massage also raises histamine levels.
It sure fucking does!
Wanna guess what the people in this group were promoting as part of a full body detox?
Go on. Guess š«
Is premedication not a thing anymore? Like whenever I have to get a new high-risk medication (mostly biologics) or procedure (like CT with contrast) I need to bomb my system with steroids and antihistamines ā about 2-3x my baseline dose. Itās the only time I pull out Benadryl. I fully intend to mainline said drugs when I get my seasonal shots later this month.
Is this not standard practice in MCAS circles? Like havenāt we established that excessive amounts of modern medicine are the only thing keeping our mast cells from killing us?
Maybe Iām in a weird niche, because I walk away as soon as I hear even a whisper of pseudoscience. If it werenāt for modern medicine, I would absolutely be dead right now ā and I donāt like that outcome.
It’s the norm for those of us who are going to live, let’s put it that way.
Theme Prompt: 275 - One More Try Title: running out of time Fandom: The Scum Villain's Self Saving System Rating/Warnings: T - violence mention Bonus: Yes Word Count: 916 Summary: Yue Qi keeps trying to escape the mountain to rescue his Xiao Jiu.
Iāve been banned from my local MCAS Facebook group back home for being pro-vaccine, lmao.
āVaCiNeS rAiSe HiStAmInE LeVeLsā
So does the normal menstrual cycle you keep pushing health teas for. So do the essential oils youāre shilling. So does cold plunges and sunlight exposure and fucking exercise.
So do viral and bacterial infections.
Pick your poison, worstie. Preferably the one that wonāt spread fucking measles through the general populace.
Achievement Unlocked: Banned from the Hometown “Health” Group
@thebibliosphere just FYI, deep tissue massage also raises histamine levels.
It sure fucking does!
Wanna guess what the people in this group were promoting as part of a full body detox?
Iāve been banned from my local MCAS Facebook group back home for being pro-vaccine, lmao.
āVaCiNeS rAiSe HiStAmInE LeVeLsā
So does the normal menstrual cycle you keep pushing health teas for. So do the essential oils youāre shilling. So does cold plunges and sunlight exposure and fucking exercise.
So do viral and bacterial infections.
Pick your poison, worstie. Preferably the one that wonāt spread fucking measles through the general populace.
Tara:Ā Overall, I really enjoyed this one! Dahlia and London were such wonderful characters, and Iām a big fan of cooking shows, so I know Iāll be readingĀ Love and Other DisastersĀ again. Iāll just be sure to stock snacks next time, because reading about so much amazing food made me hungry.
Carrie: I was delighted with this book overall. The supporting characters were fun (or loathsome, as the plot demanded). The character development was realistic and powerful. The romance was sexy and I can totally picture Dahlia and London as an old couple on a porch somewhere ā I was invested in them for the long haul. This will be one of my comfort re-reads for sure!
The first openly nonbinary contestant on Americaās favorite cooking show falls for their clumsy competitor in this delicious romantic comedy debut that USA Today hailed as āan essential read.ā
Recently divorced and on the verge of bankruptcy, Dahlia Woodson is ready to reinvent herself on the popular reality competition show Chefās Special. Too bad the first memorable move she makes is falling flat on her face, sending fish tacos flyingānot quite the fresh start she was hoping for. Still, she’s focused on winning, until she meets someone she might want a future with more than she needs the prize money.
After announcing their pronouns on national television, London Parker has enough on their mind without worrying about the klutzy competitor stationed in front of them. Theyāre there to prove the trollsāincluding a fellow contestant and their dadāwrong, and falling in love was never part of the plan.
As London and Dahlia get closer, reality starts to fall away. Goodbye, guilt about divorce, anxiety about uncertain futures, and stress from transphobia. Hello, hilarious shenanigans on set, wedding crashing, and spontaneous dips into the Pacific. But as the finale draws near, Dahlia and Londonās steamy relationship starts to feel the heat both in and outside the kitchenāand they must figure out if they have the right ingredients for a happily ever after.
Tastes Like ShakkarĀ by Nisha Sharma is $1.99! Itās the second in theĀ If Shakespeare Were an AuntieĀ series. We recently recommend this one in aĀ Rec League on Shakespearean Retellings. Did any of you pick this one up?
In the hilarious follow-up to the breakout rom-comĀ Dating Dr. Dil, Nisha Sharma adds shakkar and mirch to Shakespeareās iconic comedyĀ Much Ado About NothingĀ for one sweet and spicy love story.
Bobbi Kaur is determined to plan a celebration to remember for her best friendās wedding. But she has two problems that are getting in her way:
1.Ā The egotistical, and irritatingly sexy, chef Benjamin āBuntyā Padda is supposed to help her with the menu since heās the groomās best friend, and
2.Ā Someone is trying to sabotage the wedding.
With aspirations of taking over her familyās event planning business, Bobbi knows that one misstep in managing the Kareena Mann and Prem Verma (#Vermann) party, along with the other weddings on her plate, will only give her uncle another reason not to promote her. That means Kareenaās big dayĀ andĀ Bobbi’s future career are on the line.
Bunty will do anything for his best friend, even though he has his hands full in finding a new location for his next restaurant while also playing mediator between his brother and father, the celebrated Naan King. When Prem asks Bunty to help with the wedding menu, he agrees, especially since it puts him in close proximity to the delicious Bobbi Kaur. When a mystery shaadi saboteur starts leaving threatening notes, and cancelling cake orders, Bunty and Bobbi have no choice but to call a truce and face the volatile attraction they have for each other.
Through masquerade fundraisers and a joint bachelor-bachelorette trip to Vegas, this chef and wedding planner explore their growing connection all while trying to plan a wedding at Messina Vineyards in a time crunch. But once the shaadi saboteur is caught and the wedding is over, will their love story have a happily ever after?
With the return of the meddling aunties (who are scary good at finding information) and a lot of hilarity and hijinks, Bobbi and Buntyās romance is an event you donāt want to miss.
The Raven Prince by Elizabeth Hoyt is $2.99! Readers who love it especially like that the hero and heroine are both a bit unconventional: neither of them is superbly good-looking, a fact that has influenced their lives in several ways, and both are over thirty.
There comes a time in a woman’s life when she must do the unthinkable – and find employment. For the widowed Anna Wren, that means taking a job as female secretary for the Earl of Swartingham.
Secretaries are always male – never female – as Anna well knows but the real downfall of her career is the realization that she is falling in love with Edward de Raaf – the Earl. But when she realizes that he is going to visit a brothel in London to take care of his ‘manly’ desires, Anna sees red – and decides to take advantage of the opportunity to also take care of her ‘womanly’ desires – with the Earl as her unknowing lover.
But the Earl has another reason for going to London. He is formalising his betrothal and trying (with little success) to forget about a secretary that has no right being female. Unhandsome, he knows that no woman wants him.
Except for the mysterious lady with whom he spent two unforgettable nights at Aphrodite’s Grotto, the most scandalous brothel in London. But when Anna’s plan is revealed, a bit of blackmail is thrown into the mix, a proposal is rejected and even the Earl himself will be unprepared for the intrigues that ensnare them.
Kiss Me, MaybeĀ by Gabriella Gamez is $2.99! How cute and vibrant is this cover?! Dahlia mentioned this one on her monthly Queer Romance Roundup posts. Have any of you read this one?
When a late bloomer goes viral forĀ coming out, she decides to use her newfound fame to get her first kissāwith the help of a sexy bartender.
Librarian Angela Gutierrez has never been kissed. But after posting a video about her late bloomer status and ace identity, she’sĀ finally ready to get some firsts out of the way. UsingĀ her new influencer status to come up with a scavenger hunt idea in which the winner earns her first kiss, Angela realizes she may need some help to pull off the event.Ā Enter Krystal Ramirez, hot bartender and Angelaās unrequited crush of five years. Despite vowing that romantic love isnāt for her, Krystal seems awfully determined to help Angela pull off the scavenger hunt andĀ findĀ true love.
Thereās just one the connection between Angela and Krystal is getting stronger and stronger the more they hang out, until Angela isnāt sure she wants to go through with the scavenger hunt after all. But Krystal is convinced that she isnāt capable of love and before long, Angela realizes she’s falling head over heels for a woman who may never love her back.
š¬ Black Barbie: A Documentary: Directed by Lagueria Davis. With Lagueria Davis, Beulah Mae Mitchell, Maxine Waters, Shonda Rhimes. Tracing the origin of the first Black Barbie doll to the filmmaker’s aunt, who asked why Barbie couldn’t look like her, this documentary explores her quest for representation and diversity. š
I really enjoyed this! It’s a combo of Barbie history and social history, with a focus on Black American history and culture (obviously).
Has interesting interviews with people directly involved in the creation of the original “Black Barbie,” people working on the then-current Barbie line, and kids who do or do not play with Barbies. I also liked that they talked about other Black dolls available before/after Barbie came out.
It’s a very personal documentary, too, as the director’s aunt was one of the creators. And there’s personal thoughts/statements about Barbie from the director threaded throughout the doc, which I also liked.
Iām feeling curmudgeonly currently, so not many of these movies sound good to me. Even the descriptions of the movies I plan to watch with actors I like donāt wow me. Here are the movies I plan to check out (theyāre listed in the order theyāll air):
āMerry Christmas, Ted Cooper!ā with Kimberley Sustad and Robert Buckley (iZombie). Premieres: Saturday, October 25 Summary: After a rough year, a weatherman returns to his hometown for Christmas, but things start to look up for him once he crosses paths with a former mentor and a former crush. Reason for watching: Kimberley Sustad
I got a lot done this morning before I left to see mom. For the entire day, I did two loads of laundry (washed, dried, AND folded/hung up), hand-washed dishes (so many dishes!), went for several walks with Pip and the dogs, changed kitty litter, washed out the dogsā bowls and cleaned the mat they sit on, swept the kitchen and dining room, cut up chicken for the dogs' meals, and showered. At Pipās suggestion we had hot dogs and beans for supper.
I also placed an online order, which included another Christmas gift for Pip. (The reason it āincludedā a gift for Pip is because, while getting him a Buffalo Bills sweatshirt was the main reason I placed the order, I decided to get two t-shirts (one short- and one long-sleeved) for myself. *g*) So far I've got three items for him, which is amazing, because while I often have some ideas, I procrastinate getting stuff for him until I'm like o_O and must rush.
I started the next Duncan Kincaid book today.
Temps started out at 61.2(F) and reached 85. That Pip saw. It was already 79 degrees by the time I left a little before 11am, so I would not be surprised if it got even hotter than that. Since the temps werenāt too bad when I got up, I started the day in shorts and a t-shirt so I didnāt even have to change.
This After Dark post is open to everyone so folks can see what ridiculous tasks I am assigning myself. Any reviews and book shrieking will be part of the upcoming year in After Dark.
I’m going to miss the Twilight trivia night, but shopping will most definitely happen. Which is part one of my quest!Ā What shall I shop for while I’m there?Ā I welcome suggestions!
Maybe I’ll attempt another IG Live while I’m there. I’m so tremendously bad at Instagram (they keep changing it! WHY. WHY?!) my efforts are always comical.
But second, and my second quest: Books & More.Ā (I’m going to be doing so much book shopping and jazz listening, it’s going to be incredible.)
Look at this incredible Ken, about whom the back of the box says, “Ken is swashbuckling in a sheer white cotton shirt paired with black pants.”
Spelunking in old skool romance collections is among my favorite activities, and I would love to have your suggestions.
I’m planning on reading and recapping/reviewing/shrieking at some of these. SO! WHICH ONES should I seek out?Ā
For example: there’s not going to be anything problematic in this book, right?
White Dreams? The heroine’s name is Star Dreamer, and she’s hiding from the Sight “in the white man’s world with Grady O’Brien.” Surely nothing uncomfortable for the modern reader will happen, like when “the rescue a free Black woman from slavers, [and] incur the wrath of a dangerous man known only as the Dragon.”
I’m sure the Erect Cactus is not symbolic, no.
And I’m certain this is fine, right?
Wait until you see the stepback:
That’s a bum.
I could and probably will spend hours in this room. So in the interest of making me read and recap some truly absurd books, and sharing the glorious old skool covers, I humbly ask that you help me develop my shopping list.
I’ll be reading and recapping some of them, so this is your chance to send me down a truly bonkers rabbit hole.
Which old skool romances should I hunt for at Books & More, and what should I pick up at The Plot Twist?
From Alea: On the one hand, the colors are lovely. On the other, wtf?
Sarah: Is this My Little Pony fanfic?
Also, why do shifters not have universal child care and must be finding daycare for their offspring?
Amanda: Dr Nips, Unicorn Woman
He just needs a big hat.
Sneezy: Thatās a qilin, itās not even a unicorn.
From Mabry: Whatās with his ribs? Whatās with his neck? Does he have an enormous goiter? Should he see his ENT doc? Why is his chin in such a weird place? Has he ever washed his hair?
This makes me want a cover that is blatantly nothing but random body parts from as many guys as needed to match all of the character descriptions. They wouldnāt even need to be attached. Just spread them out on a velvet cloth or maybe a big mountain boulder for this particular book.
Sarah: I am concerned about his lymph nodes. Like, very concerned.
Amanda: I thought the title was āGoing Guacamole.ā
Sneezy: This is giving me body horror adjacent ick.
From Pam G: This is primarily a font fail. Is that first word Moontit? Could be Wloontit, but thereās def some titty in there. Just incidentally, I hate all variations of this thumb sucking/finger licking pose and I seem to see them everywhere.
Sarah: Definitely Moontit. Although for a moment my brain said, āMoonut?ā
Amanda: My vote is for Moontit!
Sneezy: Moontit for sure.
Another PamG suggestion! She says, āHorny Snark!ā
From Pam: Is this, like, the ultimate brony romance? That coy, come-and-and-get-me-baby look. That sultry, heavy-lidded response.
Sarah: That unicorn looks SO annoyed. Did the Blue Man Group Alien leave blue paint smears all over the flank area?
Also, I can state with some authority that his skull looks like he was recently born vaginally. And thatās all I shall say about that.
Alia shared this same cover with me – clearly Blue Man Group and the Unicorn are making an impression!
Sneezy: ā¦At least this looks like a unicorn. Even if it has the same energy as three squirrels in a trench coat.
“Bruce Wayne, everybody! What a fantastic guy. All right, don’t go anywhere, folks, we’ll be right back after the commercial break when we’ll be joined by the legendary Kermit the Frog and the effervescent Miss Piggy as they promote their latest movie, ‘The Muppets Take Metropolis!’”
The applause rose to a deafening swell again as the band behind the podium struck up a lively tune, ushering them into a commercial break. Bruce looked up from his slouch as he felt someone move into his personal space again.
“Really, thank you, Bruce,” Murray said over the noise, angling his mouth away from the microphone as he leaned over his desk. “You couldn’t have got me to hold that fucking thing for all the money in the world.”
Bruce chuckled, affixing a benign smile to his face as he righted his posture again and tugged his suit back into order. “Oh, you know me, Murray. I’m game for anything if it’s for a good cause.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” said a shrill, familiar voice behind them. Bruce twisted in his seat to find a team of stagehands working in rapid time to erect a staging area behind the couch, and two humans holding two very distinct puppets aloft: Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy.
I’m going to lay all my cards on the table right now: Things are not going well here with my family, and I’m struggling. I’m posting this chapter mostly to feel something. But also, if anyone feels inclined to draw Bruce sitting on that couch with Miss Piggy shooting her shot, I would not object. It would, in fact, make me smile quite a bit. Regardless, I hope you’re all still having as much fun reading as I am writing this. It’s such a stupid fic, lol. I love it.
Also, tw for this chapter: Bruce handles a snake on live TV and acts afraid for the bit. Just in case anyone is bothered by snakes. It’s a very short bit, but it’s in there.
If art requests are happening, I very much need the blog article “Kermit confirmed bi on late-show”
Lines that had me crying tears of laughter while writing them tbh š
“Bruce Wayne, everybody! What a fantastic guy. All right, don’t go anywhere, folks, we’ll be right back after the commercial break when we’ll be joined by the legendary Kermit the Frog and the effervescent Miss Piggy as they promote their latest movie, ‘The Muppets Take Metropolis!’”
The applause rose to a deafening swell again as the band behind the podium struck up a lively tune, ushering them into a commercial break. Bruce looked up from his slouch as he felt someone move into his personal space again.
“Really, thank you, Bruce,” Murray said over the noise, angling his mouth away from the microphone as he leaned over his desk. “You couldn’t have got me to hold that fucking thing for all the money in the world.”
Bruce chuckled, affixing a benign smile to his face as he righted his posture again and tugged his suit back into order. “Oh, you know me, Murray. I’m game for anything if it’s for a good cause.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” said a shrill, familiar voice behind them. Bruce twisted in his seat to find a team of stagehands working in rapid time to erect a staging area behind the couch, and two humans holding two very distinct puppets aloft: Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy.
I’m going to lay all my cards on the table right now: Things are not going well here with my family, and I’m struggling. I’m posting this chapter mostly to feel something. But also, if anyone feels inclined to draw Bruce sitting on that couch with Miss Piggy shooting her shot, I would not object. It would, in fact, make me smile quite a bit. Regardless, I hope you’re all still having as much fun reading as I am writing this. It’s such a stupid fic, lol. I love it.
Also, tw for this chapter: Bruce handles a snake on live TV and acts afraid for the bit. Just in case anyone is bothered by snakes. It’s a very short bit, but it’s in there.
where is muppet joker what did you people do with him who are you people in his house
Hate to break it to you, but my Batmuppet universe existed before him, so he’s in my house and it’s Bruce Wayne being unicorn hunted by Miss Piggy and Kermit the Frog or bust šš
“Bruce Wayne, everybody! What a fantastic guy. All right, don’t go anywhere, folks, we’ll be right back after the commercial break when we’ll be joined by the legendary Kermit the Frog and the effervescent Miss Piggy as they promote their latest movie, ‘The Muppets Take Metropolis!’”
The applause rose to a deafening swell again as the band behind the podium struck up a lively tune, ushering them into a commercial break. Bruce looked up from his slouch as he felt someone move into his personal space again.
“Really, thank you, Bruce,” Murray said over the noise, angling his mouth away from the microphone as he leaned over his desk. “You couldn’t have got me to hold that fucking thing for all the money in the world.”
Bruce chuckled, affixing a benign smile to his face as he righted his posture again and tugged his suit back into order. “Oh, you know me, Murray. I’m game for anything if it’s for a good cause.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” said a shrill, familiar voice behind them. Bruce twisted in his seat to find a team of stagehands working in rapid time to erect a staging area behind the couch, and two humans holding two very distinct puppets aloft: Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy.
I’m going to lay all my cards on the table right now: Things are not going well here with my family, and I’m struggling. I’m posting this chapter mostly to feel something. But also, if anyone feels inclined to draw Bruce sitting on that couch with Miss Piggy shooting her shot, I would not object. It would, in fact, make me smile quite a bit. Regardless, I hope you’re all still having as much fun reading as I am writing this. It’s such a stupid fic, lol. I love it.
Also, tw for this chapter: Bruce handles a snake on live TV and acts afraid for the bit. Just in case anyone is bothered by snakes. It’s a very short bit, but it’s in there.
My dadās best friend from childhood has been ignoring him since my dad got his terminal diagnosis and the charitable part of me wants to believe he just canāt handle the thought of losing my dad but also seeing my dad so devastated when the phone goes and itās his friendās wife ājust checking inā is devastating.
Friends for 60+ years. And you canāt even say hello to someone going through one of the loneliest, most terrifying experiences a person can endure.
His face was so happy when the phone went and the way it fell when he realized his friend wasnāt going to say hello is going to haunt me forever. I canāt stop crying.