Regency stuff

From yesterday's picnic. The dress is curently incomplete (but Susan finished one ofver the weekend and it's really quite amazing, so eventually it will get done -- with her fitting and constructing and me sitting at the machine for most of it), hence my borowing of the spencer from Irene. Imagine how tickled I was to see that it had silver detailing. The bonnet is also her creation. Ever so amusing, don't you think?



Meanwhile, what text should be added to the iconage below?

a point of clarification

Dear AC Community Board Participants:

Just because something irritates you, or even offends you, does not, in fact, make it offensive. If you want offensive, I've got some porn about a squid, a castle and some underage wizards right here.

Gawd, shut up already!

-Me

maybe 3 of you care, but

Sure, Ghosts/Unfinished Games remains unfinished just now and may always be so, although I know what happens and would like to get it done someday.

Here's the question, listening to Neko Case (who is all about death in strange ways), I have a sudden urge to write a relatively short fic about Sia some several and so years after the end of UG. For the three of you that do care, is there any interest in finding out who she is, older, wiser and no longer all about grieving?

specters move like pilot flames
their widows toast at st. angel
better times collide with now
the tears were warm, i feel them still
their heat to vapor and disperse
and cloud our eyes with weary glaze

you raise your glass and may exclaim
"i'll put my hands on the truth by god"
but it's faster, love, than you and me
faster than the speed of gravity
that's how it catches you from falling
and how it always slips away

specters move like pilot flames
their widows toast at st. angel
better times collide with now
and better times
and better times are coming still

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I am listening to a podcast for the first time ever. As someone who has never been much of a radio person, and especially not much of a talk-radio person, I find this beyond weird. Of course, this might have to do with the subject matter (Yes, I'm listening to Snapecast, and it's howlingly funny). But so weird.

holiday

Debating if I care that I have no plans for tomorrow. It's one of those days I don't really care about but I always feel like I loser if I have nothing to do. That said, as things are screwy with the Germans (I'm owed a month of pay and it's not in sight), staying home all day and writing for AC is not a bad thing at all. But I'm trying to head off personal stress if I'm going to wind up creating some for myself. I suppose I should enjoy a day with "nothing" to do.