Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 09:53 am

Write a love letter to fandom. It might be to fandom in general, to a particular fandom, favourite character, anything at all.


Dear Fandom,

I am so grateful for your generosity and your kindness. I think about author's notes on fanfiction.net, memes on livejournal, in-jokes on tumblr, role-playing on IRC, downloading fansubs, heartbreaking AMVs, beautiful shrines, and the list goes on. Like, we have been doing this work in a variety of different ways for so many years to connect to each other and show care for each other and we do it with no compensation and frequently minimal recognition. It's amazing.

Fandom is to thank for a great deal of my knowledge and values. I have learned a ton about literature and gender and sexuality and politics and so many other things through fandom. 

 

Thank you for being such a large and consistent part of my life. I have been participating in fandom one way or another for over twenty years and it has been a gift.

Love, 
TJWB
Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 05:14 pm

It was my turn to select a book club book, after the very good and very extensively researched literary fiction which was also very long so we didn't actually have a meeting to chat about it until well in to December.

And at said meeting, C and I got talking about Alexander Skarsgård for some reason, and she asked me if I'd seen the Murderbot TV show so I said I liked it okay but not as much as I liked the books. She said she hadn't read them, and I was like oh you really should try, I'd love to know what you think of them. And when S said she hadn't read them either, I said "Okay, that's it, I've got my book sorted, I'm gonna make you all read the first Murderbot book."

After the great but lengthy book we'd read (There are Rivers in the Sky; I really recommend it!), and over the break, I thought something quick and light would be good and the first "book," like the next few, is only about four hours long in audio form. So when someone asked if it was worth buying them all at once I explained this, and also emphasized that while I'm not the only audiobook-preferrer in our club, I'd recommend it for this because I think Kevin R. Free adds a lot to the stories -- having originally read them in audio myself, I can't imagine the books, or Murderbot, without him (I thought Mr. Skarsgård did a passable job at sounding right, for this reason).

Now we're back at work, some people like S haven't finished that first one, but C is on to Book 6 -- which I haven't even read yet, heh. I'm delighted to have introduced her to something she loves. (She agrees with me about the narrator, saying he's "great -- I do find myself saying 'stupid humans' quite a lot at the moment.") She said

It has been great company, in particular listening to it during the early hours of Christmas morning, waiting for the perfect opportunity when both of my darling children were actually asleep so I could deliver their stockings, stop pretending to be Santa, and get some sleep myself!

This image made me grin so much.

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Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 12:13 pm

I'm not dead; I've taken today & tomorrow off work and would not be surprised if I call in sick Thursday & Friday as well; I'm in less pain than I was, but I'm still pretty uncomfortable; mostly stopped coughing but my head is full of goo, which may honestly be worse. I felt marginally better yesterday, and thank goodness I took advantage of it to change my bedlinens and run the robovac, because today the prospect of taking the dirty linens down to the basement to wash them is making me quail. (ETA: 1/3 accomplished.) Naptime now.

Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 03:29 pm

Posted by Victor Mair

Until today, I had never heard of "Dry January".  I learned about it this morning from an article in The Harvard Gazette:  "How to think about not drinking:  For starters, treat Dry January as an experiment, not a punishment, addiction specialist says."  

Remember Prohibition (in history; in the United States)?  It didn't work, did it?

Swarthmore, Pennsylvania was decidedly a dry town when I moved here half a century ago, but then a different sort of people than Quakers started to move in, until now the borough is decidedly wet.

Before Prohibition, there was teetoalism (which got mixed up with tea-drinking). and that didn't work well either.  And before that was alcohol abstinence, and that was unsuccessful too.  What with alcoholic beverages flooding our grocery stores, I don't think there's a ghost of a chance that Dry January will have a significant impact on alcohol consumption in the United States.

One thing that puzzles me is why anti-smoking legislation has been so successful.  Which is more harmful to the human body and human society — booze or tobacco?

Apparently, Dry January goes back at least to 2008 (source).  This year it coincides with my personal New Year's resolution to cut out the daily dose of pastry, ice cream, and dollop of whipped cream to which I have been addicted for decades, and for which I now have proof positive of its ill effects on my health.  This is one resolution that I am going to keep in perpetuity.

 

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Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 02:00 pm

Posted by Jen

Tabitha G. ordered a Mario cake for her five-year-old's birthday party.

You know Mario, right?

Yeah. This guy.

 

And that's when things went horribly, hilariously wrong:

"Did-a somebody call-a a plumber?" [eyebrow waggle]

 

No, no, take a moment. Soak it alllll in. The leather biker hat. The earring. The collar. The nipple and gratuitous chest hair. Oh yeah, and the fact that his lower half is on backwards. (Why? WHY??)

How did this happen? Why does this art even exist? And seriously, what the heck is going on with that front butt?

The world may never know.

We DO know the bakery replaced The Village Mario here with a free Spongebob cake, though.

So Tabitha, just one question:

Was SpongeBob wearing a gimp suit? :D

*****

P.S. Have you played with Perler Beads? Those are the plastic pellets you iron together to make coasters or ornaments or hair bows or whatnot - and there's a Super Mario set!

Perler Bucket Activity Kit


This set comes with the pegboard, patterns, ironing sheet, and of course all the beads you need to make at least 11 different designs. Here's a pic from the reviews, aren't they great?

This is a perfect craft for kids AND adults. Hit the link up there to see several more design kits, including Star Wars and Harry Potter.

******

And from my other blog, Epbot:

Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 06:00 am

Posted by Timmi Duchamp

 


One Book, One Videogame, One Band

by Arrate Hidalgo 

 

2025 has been a year. I find it impossible to summarize it in a way that may sufficiently acknowledge the horrors and the joys of it. But 2025 has been a year in which I have been alive and fortunate enough to enjoy books, videogames, music. Here are three samples.

 

One Book

Landmarks by Robert Macfarlane


“To celebrate the lexis of landscape is not nostalgic, but urgent,” says Macfarlane in the introduction to this rich, vibrating word-horde, in which he provides a loving journey through nature writing and the role that this —some would say very British— genre has had in shaping the imagination of landscape by humans and their relationship with it. Interspersed with these in-depth looks at works of literature, Macfarlane includes, divided into landscape families —e.g. waterlands, woodlands, edgelands—, glossaries with hundreds of words he has collected, either found, learned or gifted, in a variety of the languages and speeches of the British Isles, most of which share the quality of being incredibly evocative and lyrical, sometimes comical, in their precision. Just two examples, if you’re curious:

rionnach maoim: shadows cast on the moorland by clouds moving across the sky on a bright and windy day (Gaelic)

squatted, squat-up: splashed with mud by a passing vehicle (Kent, north Staffordshire)

Macfarlane argues, and I agree, that while being able to name does not mean to understand, to use language well is “a species of attention,” one that is key for us not to lose our sense of place and, in the process, of ourselves.

 

One Videogame


The Longing
by Anselm Pyta and Studio Seufz

Inspired by a German legend about a king that sleeps underground for thousands of years and the dwarf that must check on him once every century, The Longing is an exploration of solitude, empathy, and the passage of time. In it, we will follow the Shade, a lonely creature born to serve an ancient king, who goes to sleep with the order of being woken after 400 days have passed. These 400 days are actual, real-life days, which will begin passing the moment you start the game and will not pause even when you close it to get on with your real-world duties. You may choose to let the Shade wait it out and wake the king after a bit over a year, or you may decide to let the Shade wander and explore the underground land in which they must wait, and, in that way, bring some variety into their life. This will lead the Shade to discover the tunnels surrounding them and even find trinkets with which to decorate their otherwise bare little cave-room. The pace is such that, in my case, I ended up developing a sort of quiet companionship with the Shade. They would sit in their armchair reading —actual books! such as Moby Dick (you can read the whole thing, and many others, within the game)—, and I would do my work, translating, sending invoices, or whatnot, while the Shade would sometimes muse about boredom and the possibility of a world beyond. The art, the melancholy dungeon synth soundtrack, the writing — it all contributes to a wistful, intimate experience I have rarely found in any other medium.

 

One Band

Castle Rat


Often described as “a Dungeons & Dragons fever dream,” Brooklyn-based Castle Rat provide traditional doom and heavy metal sounds and visuals of a quality and earnestness that are absolutely disarming. Chain-mail bikinis, Conan-coded swords, plague-doctor masks — Castle Rat has it all, combined with skull-rattling doom riffs and powerful vocals —by frontwoman and “Rat Queen” Riley Pinkerton—, which must be experienced live. The band not only has created an entire epic sword and sorcery narrative that they perform between songs —which at times will have the audience pointing and possibly yelling “It’s behind you!” (picture a medieval-themed fantasy play with a mosh pit)—, but also they just sound really good. Try “Cry for Me” for a power ballad “for grave side regrets and moonlight laments,” according to the band, with an accompanying video filmed entirely in VHS.

 

  

 

Among other things,  Arrate Hidalgo is Associate Editor at Aqueduct Press. She is also an English to Spanish translator, a founder and organizer of a feminist sf con, and an amateur singer. Visit her website at arratehidalgo.com. Her English-language translation of the Basque science fiction classic, Memories of Tomorrow, by Mayi Pelot, was released by Aqueduct Press in 2022 as a volume in Aqueduct's Heirloom Book series.

Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 09:13 am
Doubtful as it may be under present conditions to find encouragement in anything of military origin unless it's the USS Princeton in 1844, about twenty-seven seconds into the two minutes' patriotism of Warship Week Appeal (1942) I cracked up.

Two hundred feet exactly of no-credits 35 mm, the object in question is a trailer produced for the Ministry of Information, essentially the same concept as the film tags of WWI: a micro-dose of propaganda appended to a newsreel as part of a larger campaign, in this case a sort of public information skit in which it is supposed that Noël Coward on the Denham sets of In Which We Serve (1942) is approached by Leslie Howard, slouching characteristically on with his hands in his pockets and his scarf twisted carelessly label-out, anxious to discuss a problem of National Savings. "How do you think we can make an appeal so it won't quite seem like an appeal?" With limited screen time to realize their meta conceit, the two actor-directors get briskly down to explaining the mechanics of the scheme to the British public with the shot-reverse-shot patter of a double act on the halls, but the trailer has already dropped its most memorable moment ahead of all its instructions and slogans, even the brief time it rhymes. Diffident as one end of his spectrum of nerd heroes, Howard apologizes for the interruption, excuses it with its relevance to naval business, and trails off with the usual form of words, "I'm sure you won't mind—" to which Coward responds smoothly, "I'm delighted to see you. And I know perfectly well—as we rehearsed it so carefully—that you've come to interview me about Warships Week." He doesn't even bother to hold for a laugh as Leslie snorts around his unlit cigarette. It doesn't all feel like a bit. The interjection may or may not have been scripted, but Coward's delivery is lethally demure and his scene partner's reaction looks genuine; for one, it's much less well-timed or dignified than the smile he uses to support a later, slightly obligatory joke about the income tax, which makes it that much more endearing. It's funny to me for a slant, secondhand reason, too, that has nothing to do with the long friendship between the two men or further proof of Noël's deadpan for the ages: a dancer with whom my mother once worked had been part of the company of Howard's 1936 Hamlet and like all the other small parts, whenever her back was to the audience and the Hollywood star was stuck facing the footlights, she tried to corpse him. One night she finally succeeded. Consequently and disproportionately, watching him need the length of a cigarette-lighting to get his face back, I thought of her story which I hadn't in years and may have laughed harder than Leslie Howard deserved. If it's any consolation to him, the way his eyes close right up like a cat's is beautiful, middle-aged and underslept. It promotes the illusion that a real person might say a phrase like "in these grim days when we've got our backs to the wall" outside of an address to the nation.

Not much consolation to the MOI, Warship Week Appeal accomplishes its goal in that while it doesn't mention for posterity that a community would adopt the ship it funded, the general idea of the dearth of "ships—more ships and still more ships" and the communal need to pay down for them as efficiently as possible comes through emphatically. It's so much more straightforward, in fact, than I associate with either of its differently masked actors, I'd love to know who wrote it, but the only other information immediately available is that the "Ronnie" whom Coward is conferring with when Howard courteously butts in is Ronald Neame. Given the production dates of their respective pictures, it's not difficult to pretend that Howard just popped over from the next sound stage where he was still shooting The First of the Few (1942), although he is clearly in star rather than director mode because even if he's in working clothes, he is conspicuously minus his glasses. What can I tell you? I got it from the Imperial War Museum and for two minutes and thirteen seconds it cheered me up. Lots of things to look at these days could do much, much worse. This interview brought to you by my appealing backers at Patreon.
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Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 08:52 am


What was the purpose behind raising an unconventional child like Thorn?

Cuckoo’s Egg by C J Cherryh
Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 12:36 pm

Posted by Mark Liberman

Annie Joy Williams, "The Last Days of the Southern Drawl", The Atlantic 1/4/2026:

By the end of my life, there may be no one left who speaks like my father outside the hollers and the one-horse towns.

On Sundays after church, my family would pile into our crank-window GMC truck and head to Kentucky Fried Chicken. “Can I get me some of them tater wedges?” my father would say into the speaker, while my sisters and I giggled in the back seat. My dad has always had a southern accent: His words fall out of his mouth the way molasses would sound if it could speak, thick and slow. But his “KFC voice,” as my sisters and I call it, is country. It’s watered-down on work calls and during debates with his West Coast relatives. But it comes out around fellow cattle farmers and old friends from Kentucky, where he grew up.

My mother’s accent isn’t quite as strong. She’s a therapist, and she can hide it when she speaks with her patients and calls in prescriptions. But you can always hear it in her church-pew greetings, and when she says goodnight: “See you in the a.m., Lawd willin’.”

I was always clear on one fact: I wasn’t going to have a southern accent when I grew up. I was raised in Murfreesboro, Tennessee, near Nashville, where the accents grow stronger with each mile you travel from the city. I watched people snicker at the redneck characters on television who always seemed to play the town idiot. I knew what the accent was supposed to convey: sweet but simpleminded. When I was 15 and my family went to New York for the first time, the bellhop at our hotel laughed when my mom and I spoke; he said he’d never met cowgirls before. That was when I decided: No one was going to know I was from the South from my voice alone.

The article sketches a conversation with Margaret Renwick, links to two of her studies ("Boomer Peak or Gen X Cliff? From SVS to LBMS in Georgia English" and "Demographic Change, Migration, and the African American Vowel System in Georgia"), and lays out some of the reasons for homogenization of local varieties, including migration and ethnocentric prejudice.

And then there's a series of (positively-evaluated) discussions about code-switching, offering hope that the future of American speech may be less homogeneous than the title suggests.

The whole article is well worth reading.

It doesn't discuss the process by which new varieties emerge and spread, but that would be a distraction from its nostalgic tone. Still, it's worth noting that a similar set of issues form the background of George Bernard Shaw's 1916 play Pygmalion, and in fact have been around, in one form or another, since the origins of spoken language. It's true that the internet and social media are a new source of change, just as in the past there were effects of agriculture, writing, empires, universal education, and broadcasting. But it's been hundreds of years since (for example) the Romance dialect continuum coalesced into a few national languages, with the associated gradual loss of tens of thousands of local varieties.

And there's plenty of evidence that American regional varieties are diverging rather than converging — see Bill Labov's 2012 book Dialect Diversity in America, whose blurb says

The sociolinguist William Labov has worked for decades on change in progress in American dialects and on African American Vernacular English (AAVE). In Dialect Diversity in America, Labov examines the diversity among American dialects and presents the counterintuitive finding that geographically localized dialects of North American English are increasingly diverging from one another over time.

Contrary to the general expectation that mass culture would diminish regional differences, the dialects of Los Angeles, Dallas, Chicago, Birmingham, Buffalo, Philadelphia, and New York are now more different from each other than they were a hundred years ago. Equally significant is Labov's finding that AAVE does not map with the geography and timing of changes in other dialects. The home dialect of most African American speakers has developed a grammar that is more and more different from that of the white mainstream dialects in the major cities studied and yet highly homogeneous throughout the United States.

Labov describes the political forces that drive these ongoing changes, as well as the political consequences in public debate. The author also considers the recent geographical reversal of political parties in the Blue States and the Red States and the parallels between dialect differences and the results of recent presidential elections. Finally, in attempting to account for the history and geography of linguistic change among whites, Labov highlights fascinating correlations between patterns of linguistic divergence and the politics of race and slavery, going back to the antebellum United States. Complemented by an online collection of audio files that illustrate key dialectical nuances, Dialect Diversity in America offers an unparalleled sociolinguistic study from a preeminent scholar in the field.

Increasing divergence doesn't imply stasis — on the contrary, obviously. But still…

Update — Williams' description of her father's speech ("His words fall out of his mouth the way molasses would sound if it could speak, thick and slow") is evocative, but may not be empirically accurate. See "Regional speech rates", 10/13/2007.

And for a striking example of inter-ethnic phonetic prejudice, see Michael Lewis (who's from New Orleans) ridiculing the pronunciation of a lawyer from southern Indiana, discussed in "Lazy mouths vs. lazy minds", 11/26/2003.

Update #2 — For those who aren't familiar with the way people from rural Tennessee speak, here's a clip of Trae Crowder:

 

Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 04:25 am
Back in 2021, I reviewed here the memoirs of every moonshot-era astronaut who'd written one. Soon afterwards, another one came out that I didn't find out about until recently. So I'm adding it.

Fred Haise (Apollo 13, STS-ALT-9, 11, 12, 14, 16), Never Panic Early: An Apollo 13 Astronaut's Journey, with Bill Moore (Smithsonian Books, 2022)
Fairly brief as these memoirs go. Haise says that at the time he was wrapped up in the nitty-gritty details of his job, and that's what this book is like too. There are occasional piercing insights into astronaut personalities (Jim Lovell under the stress of Apollo 13 started to act like the martinet Frank Borman) or of what experiences felt like to Haise, and excursions into externalities like what his living situation was like (e.g. napping in the simulator because it was too much trouble to take the time to go back to his hotel room), but no emotional reactions to problems - that's the point of his title, which he takes as a frequently-repeated personal motto - and though he notes the births of his children, there's virtually nothing about his life with them or his wife.
That's because he was so busy working he didn't have one, and that, he says, is the reason he eventually got divorced: no connection with his family. But Haise's workaholic attitude has its virtues in this book. Like other astronauts, he found that flying came naturally to him when he first undertook it, but unlike most he goes into detail about what learning to do it actually consisted of. His detail on the Apollo 13 mission is a useful supplement to the movie version, but he only mentions the movie once briefly and makes no direct comparisons or corrections.
After Apollo 13, Haise plunges into equal detail on the subsequent publicity junkets before going back to work on flight training, including flying many of the space shuttle's approach and landing tests, though he retired from NASA before any actual shuttle missions flew, then going to work as an administrator for the aerospace firm that he knew well because they'd built the lunar module. He also recounts the detail of his gruesome medical recovery from a plane crash.
But the hasty tone and lack of some detail remains a flaw. Haise recounts being told, after serving as backup on Apollo 8, that he'd be backup again for Apollo 11, without mentioning that he was bumped from the prime crew (the usual followup) or why - he was pre-empted by the more senior Mike Collins, who returned to flight status following surgery (Collins tells that story apologetically in his book).

previous posts on astronaut memoirs
introduction
Mercury Seven
Next Nine
Group Three
Original Nineteen
Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 06:31 am
Happy Birthday, [personal profile] narya_flame! I hope you have a wonderful day.

Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 11:19 am
 Lying on the bed, looking out the window, watching the light change.

We are on ground that is ever so slightly higher that the rest of town- and have an unobstructed view over the trees and houses to the Downs.

The sun comes up- no clouds to speak of- and everything in its path turns orange. I could say gold but that would be fancier and less accurate. A window about a mile away reflects the sun's light right at me. it is beyond orange, beyond colour. Directly above the shining window hangs the moon, now a few days past the full.

The shining window fades, the sunshine goes from orange to white. My eye is caught by a red spot on a street close to where the shining window was. I think it must be a traffic light but it doesn't change- so just a small, unidentified red thing......

All the while the birds- chiefly gulls and pigeons- criss cross the space between here and the hills
Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 07:37 am
Happy Birthday My Aunty Senti. Tis also the feast of the three kings, so this morning I removed the Christmas wreath, last of our decorations, from the front door. The wind blasted straight through my chest and wuthered me dugs, so to speak. I could feel my lungs shrinking.

A couple of days from now, I'm supposed to be meeting a friend in Edinburgh, and while it will be great to see her, I'm dreading it simply because of the weather. There is much to do this Winter, but a lot requires leaving the house, contrary to plan A which was to avoid all activity until March.

A couple of friends went up beyond the Arctic Circle this Christmas/New Year. It looked astonishing and my envy would be even greater without the interjection of reality. I am better too hot than too cold, so short of being bundled in so much fur I resemble a tribble, such a landscape is wasted on me. But re the subject of arctic beauty, a friend recommended the works of Rautavaara, and mentioned this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TO3YRZWLvQo&list=RDTO3YRZWLvQo&start_radio=1. It lifts my heart into the wild, haunting, forlorn, yet full of delight.

I will need little else today.
Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 04:37 am
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Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 09:12 am
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Talk about non-comics stuff, thread derail, and just generally chat among yourselves.

The intent of these posts is to chat and have some fun and, sure, vent a little as required. Reasoned debate is fine, as always, but if you have to ask if something is going over the line, think carefully before posting please.

Normal board rules about conduct and behaviour still apply, of course.

It's been suggested that, if discussing spoilers for recent media events, it might be advisable to consider using the rot13 method to prevent other members seeing spoilers in passing.

The world situation is the world situation. If you're following the news, you know it as much as I do, if you're not, then there are better sources than scans_daily. But please, no doomscrolling, for your own sake.

Though... I mean... c'mon 2026, could you have not given us just a couple of weeks of relative calm? Was that SO much to ask? But... well... here we are.

The "Stranger Things" finale aired, with mixed, though generally positive reviews, though it did confirm the complete lack of the most hotly fanticipated slash pairings in recent media. Honestly, I never saw it myself, and I prefer the ending both characters got, but I appreciate that many were hoping for it.

Yoroi Shin Den Samurai Troopers released it's OP, and the first episode aired in Japan today. Heavy on the neon, but a couple of nice nods to the original series openings.