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Guys. We took NyQuil. We have learned that we should NEVER take NyQuil. It has been bad. Should've just not taken anything.

I am starting to think that the rest of the writing might be late this month. January has not gone well.

Extremely grateful for roommates helping me out. Typing this in bed.

Current Mood: weird
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Rogan: I made Bob a shirt. (I drew this a while ago, but then January happened.)

( I think this is the only T-shirt Bob owns now. )

Current Mood: artistic
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Mori: I think we’ve turned the corner, sickwise. At least I got a good amount of ladyreading done!

( BOOOOOOKS )

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Winner of the fan poll this month by a long go! Click the pics to enlarge them!

Mori flirts by bullying into Rawlin's personal space up against a wall, which Rawlin seems equally puzzled and thrilled by. Underneath, Biff points up to that scenario and retorts, "Man, who taught you to flirt?" to which Mori replies dryly, "You did."

Biff, too butch to clutch his pearls but clearly considering it, goes, "Wha? WHEN?!" to which Mori says "Dude," and points down to a series of thought bubbles filled with Biff's high-impact style of flirtation, including smacking Rogan's ass hard enough for a chiropractic realignment, saying, "Y'wanna fuck?" and also a gleeful Rogan squeezing his bicep and marveling at the beef on his boyfriend. Biff, surveying the thought bubbles, goes, "Oh, right, yeah. Forgot about that..." Mori throws up her hands. "You been with him TEN YEARS, ya tubesteak!!!"

Happy belated ten year anniversary, Biff and Rogan!

(And today, I learned that the Japanese term for that up-against-the-wall pose is apparently kabedon. I didn't include it in the alt-text because I have no idea how well-known that term is.)

Current Mood: silly
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It was a tight race, but this was one of the two apocalyptic mini-stories that won the fan poll this month! (I planned to post the two together but... sick.) Rogan apparently originally wrote this story on 2020/4/14. This is probably the shortest story we will ever post on this blog.

the Heralds of the End

As the world crumbles, the heralds of the End ride up on their pale horses. They cross the empty streets, calling up to the shuttered windows, “As the End comes upon you, consider: have you conducted yourself well? Have you devoted yourself to what truly matters?”

I open my window and hold out my beefcake.

“Very good,” they say. “Carry on.”

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This is a very brief selection from a much larger 1988 book I found in a free box, Brazilian Women Speak: Contemporary Life Stories. It is a life story from a woman involved with Brazilian spiritualism (more specifically, umbanda). The book is still miraculously in print, and there is a screen-readable version for the print-disabled on archive.org.

Citation: Patai, Daphne. “ÂNGELA: ‘In Spiritualism There’s Real Equality.’” In Brazilian Women Speak: Contemporary Life Stories, 109-110, 120-125, 364-365. New Brunswick: Rutgers,1988.

( Book selection about the orix�s possessing and incorporating into people involved in the umbanda religion. �ngela herself hasn't been possessed, but it's nevertheless and everyday part of her religious life. )

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Mori: since I wasn’t going to be much good for anything else today, I decided to make bone broth, since it takes a gazillion hours and requires nothing but you sitting to make sure it don’t catch fire. You just take your bones and various veggie odds’n’ends (I had about a chicken and a half worth of bones, plus carrot stubs, a onion, garlic, bay leaves, peppercorns), pour water over ‘em, and simmer for a million years. I been simmering that shit for going on seven hours now; the recipe I got said up to twelve but no way can I stay up to 2AM for that.

It’s still pretty weak, but it’s all my body wants and I swear this is the most delicious shit I done ever put in my mouth. My body is ENTHUSIASTIC about it, and it been enthusiastic about jack fucking shit today.

I AM NEVER NOT MAKING BONE BROTH EVER AGAIN.

Current Mood: hungry
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Woke up with a sore throat. So mad. Trying to figure out how to get my wares without exposing other people to my germs, which the snow outside is not simplifying.

UGH.

EDIT: logistics sorted! Thank you, Arisia friends! T_T you are the best!

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From Friday, January 16-Monday January 19th, at the Hyatt Regency Boston/Cambridge (575 Memorial Dr, Cambridge, MA 02139), we are tabling at Arisia in Author's Alley/the Dealer's Room in and doing the following panels:

Saturday at 12:30 pm: Whips, Chains, and Capes: Superheroes and Kink.

Sunday at 10:00 am: Making a Living in a Creative Field

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NyQuil

Bob: Subtext is Overrated

DROWN ME IN LADY BOOKS, pt. 2

Comic: Freight Train Flirting

Apocalyptic Mini-Story One: the Heralds of the End

ÂNGELA: "In Spiritualism There’s Real Equality"

BONE BROTTTTHHHH!!!

Missing Monday Arisia

We are tabling at Arisia!

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