Not a centenarian

May. 11th, 2026 07:16 am
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Author Douglas Adams died 25 years ago today, at age 49. I thought about him a couple of days ago, particularly the book "Last Chance to See." I don't think I realized how close he was to my age.
I don't need to get ready for Towel Day - in my large backpack I always have a black washcloth, in case of sudden need. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Towel_Day

App Review: Quinn

May. 11th, 2026 10:00 am
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Posted by Elyse

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Quinn

by Caroline Spiegel
June 1, 2021 · Quinn Originals
Erotica/Erotic RomanceNot a Book

Quinn Audio is a paid app that offers immersive erotic short stories that, IMO, are organized by trope and archetype in a way that will appeal to romance readers (enemy to lover, forbidden work relationship, etc). You can pay by month or by year.

One of the draws to Quinn is that some of the narrators are famous actors that listeners might be familiar with, like Jamie Campbell, Hudson Williams, and Connor Storrie.

I started with Yes, Chef narrated by Shawn Hatosy from The Pitt. It took a minute for me to get the hang of things because I’m used to listening to audio books. This is different: the narrator reads a story (in this case released in chapters) from their point of view. There’s no dialogue or voice from a second party. In the scenes where the narrator is supposed to be talking to another party we gauge what is said based on their responses.

For example, the narrator might say, “What do you mean I didn’t follow you back on instagram? (pause) Oh, I didn’t know I was supposed to do that.”

We never actually hear the other character say anything like “Hey why didn’t you follow me back on Instagram?” We inuit that from the response.

It’s kind of weird, listening to half the conversation and while I think some listeners will adapt like I did, others might hate it.

The story was also told as if the narrator, in this case Grant Reilly, is recounting the story of meeting “you,” a sous chef named Iris Adams. It’s kind of like a [Y/N] fanfic where the listener occupies the space of the second character.

This achieves a lot of intimacy in the narrative because it sounds like another person is speaking directly to you about events that have occurred. It’s an intimacy that could absolutely sell the app to some listeners, while turning off others completely.

This is not something I want to listen to in public spaces. I’m not comfortable listening to something this intimate while at work. I could absolutely see myself accidentally connecting to some bluetooth device while Jamie Campbell Bower purrs “Good girl” throughout the office forcing me to fake my own death and move to another country.

That said, it does work for me in cases where I want an immersive story, but I don’t have the attention span for more than a short story. Because the stories are brief and the plot is relatively simple, there isn’t a lot of room to get lost.

It’s also extremely immersive. Behind the narration is background noise appropriate to the scene. For example, a scene narrated by a chef working in a restaurant had all the appropriate kitchen sounds like clinking dishes. As the scene progressed to the restaurant being closed with the narrator cleaning up, you could hear the spritz of squirt bottles and the soft sound of sweeping. That background noise really pulled me into the audio and made me feel like I was present in the story.

This feeling of immersion can flip the opposite direction depending on how you feel about “moist” sounds. I don’t know if I have misophonia or what but the wet sounds of people kissing make me gaggy (see my Bachelor recaps) so I Did Not Like the kissing sounds that show up in the erotic scenes. There are other moist sounds, too, associated with thrusting or oral sex, so just beware. These stories are very explicit.

I listened to a couple of the multi chapter Quinn Originals. The Trials narrated by Jamie Campbell Bower is very Dramione coded.

The one-shot offerings were less my thing. It’s a single chapter offering that’s basically just a sex scene. There’s no real background or story to get into. The one I listened to was an aftercare and tender sex scene taking place after a rough sex session. You don’t need to know anything to jump into it, but it also felt less transportive because of that lack of background.

Overall, this app isn’t for me. There aren’t that many multi chapter originals, which is the offering I enjoy, and I can’t listen to it everywhere. That means I’m not really getting my money’s worth. I can see this working really well for other listeners though, so I’m giving it a middle of the road grade.

It's a birthday!

May. 11th, 2026 06:35 am
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It's [profile] erullissedances's birthday! I know how hard you're working, my friend, and I hope today can bring a window of peace, joy, and feeling all our loving hugs. ♥



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Welcome back to Cover Snark!

The Earl on the Train by Kerrigan Byrne. A headless woman in a gold, off the shoulder dress is lifting her hem to reveal her leg. The background is just a pinky, peachy watercolor blob. The title is in a confusing script.

Elyse: I read this as The Earl Train

Choo-choo!

Sarah: First I saw Carl Frain, then Carl Train. I had to look for the middle arm in that E because it looks like a ribbon off her dress.

Maybe the Earl’s name is Carl?

Train also has a few meanings which makes this rather interesting to ponder.

Elyse: Now I have logistical questions

Is the Earl running the train or is he receiving the locomotive as it were

Sarah: A query I had as well!

Rose by Carrie Lomax. A blonde woman with lots of hair piled atop her head lounges on a bubblegum pink chaise. She's wearing a dress patterned with roses and there's a whole lot of skirt that she's pushed to the side to reveal her legs.

From Denise: At first, it might appear as cover awe, ethereal with the flowers and the pink, but then the skirt of the dress doesn’t make sense–it doesn’t flow the way it should. Her body is strangely contorted at the waist–I don’t think Barbie can even twist like that. But four fingers on each hand? Maybe one is hidden on her right, but her left clearly only has four.

Sarah: I was thinking this was AI but now I’m not so sure. She definitely only has 4 fingers. And I don’t know what’s going on between her knees and her hips but it isn’t good.

Claudia: The proportions are all wrong too. Like her upper body is too long/lower body too short

Sarah: I know this is the least confusing aspect of this image but I cannot get over the hair. SO MUCH HAIR.

Amanda: I think it’s just bad digital editing. But as someone with a lot of hair…my brother was married in Korea in a traditional ceremony and the hair stylist kept referring to my hair as “Bridgerton hair” when they were trying to style it.

Sarah: That’s adorable.

Amanda: This particular hairstyle on the cover, though, is giving Toddlers & Tiaras.

Alien Hope by Ursa Dax. A very tan, muscular man is facing away from us. I cannot stress how tan and muscular he is. He also has spikes coming out of the back of his hairless head and down his spine.

From Pam G: I give you. . . .

NapAlien Boneyparts and the Blast from the Ass

Bonus points if he’s conducting Holst’s The Planets.

Sarah: NapAlien Boneyparts. HA!

Why does it look like he is wearing pantyhose over his head? Also, his arms look like challah.

Property of Chux by Chelsea Camaron. It's just a heavily tattooed man in sun glasses and no shirt. But is the title also his name? Chux?

Amanda: Is Chux his Christian name?

Sarah: Ok first I have a question about his neck and that question is, “What?”

Second, how do you say that? Choo? Is this the plural of Churu, the kitty gogurt my cats are obsessed with?

Wilbur! Katie! Time for your Chux!

Also Chelsea Cameron is a bestselling sapphic romance author so SHENANIGANS upon that name.

Elyse: Chucks (not Chux) are the name of those disposable pads they put under patients in the hospital.

Susan: I thought they were shoes, so this changes some things I’ve read.

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Part 94b of 105. Warning for NSFW content that looks wilder than it is.

Last time out, we saw the mid-Nineties WLW affair that wasn’t, in the final, waning days of the title once known as Justice League International. Short version:

🔥 🧊 = ⚢?
🔥 🧊 = 💜⚢💜??!!
🔥 🧊 = ⚢ 👅🌮💦?!?!?!
… ❌!!!
🤪 🤪 🤪 🤪 🤪



Readers: 😡 )
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Fic one: Protagonist very recently, like, last week, left home to live with a friend. Protagonist wonders how his newly estranged family found him, then reflects that "the internet still exists". Technically a true statement in 1994, however, it's perhaps a bit more likely that they just used the phone book.

Fic two: Protagonist is touristing in NYC, casually stops in a bodega, buys a flip phone so he can text people. Not in 1992 he didn't - texting via phones was only just invented that year and phones were bricks!

You gotta laugh. Kindly and gently, but still - you gotta laugh!

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Ugh

May. 10th, 2026 10:02 pm
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I ordered some summer pajamas for my trip. It’s kind of cute: purple with stars on it. I need to check on my electric razor too.

Gracie woke me up at 7:30 AM. The dogs are wrestling. Napped. Wow, my stomach is upset. I’ll eat and see how I feel. I texted in sick and am going to lie down. Oliver is burrowing and Lily is pouncing on him. A quiet day at home.

My stomach still hurts. Not sure what to do. I need to mow. Ate dinner and it seems to be helping a little.

My dad said that he hasn’t been feeling well because he’s not sleeping well. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to go visit him. Found my travel razor. Napped.

Oliver was cuddling with me for both naps. Aww. Woke up at 7:30 PM. The cats want to be fed. Fed them, and Oliver didn’t finish his food. Got the dogs in and fed them. I’m not going to make it to the local grocery store because I need to take a shower. I’ll go to Meijer. Hmm, now I’m thinking of going to sleep and getting up early.

Just one thing: 11 May 2026

May. 10th, 2026 09:50 pm
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It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!

Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!

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May. 12th, 2026 10:26 pm
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I was introduced to this piece - specifically Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity - via Wolf 359, the Christmas episode, aka the one where things go from "comedically dark" to "shit just got real".

Dept. of Beloved

May. 10th, 2026 08:29 pm
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This is My Mother

I lost her in 2013, and I still miss her. 

This is what I wrote about her and delivered at her funeral.

And this is how beautiful she is. 

 


 

Still to Come

May. 10th, 2026 08:39 pm
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I had intended to get some catching up done over the past few days, but had underestimated how many other things I had to do. And I'm about to head halfway around the world tomorrow, so I suspect I won't get anything more done tomorrow.

I intended to do some catching up here, but I also had to do things like unpacking and opening mail and a bunch of household nonsense, etc. So here is a list of what I have yet to write about:

1) my 50th high school reunion

2) the trip I just got home from which included:
a) the Channel Islands (Jersey and Guernsey)
b) London
c) the Fforde Ffiesta in Swindon
d) Brighton
e) back to London
f) a bit of a rant about hotels

3) the trip I am about to leave on (which will most likely take 3 posts to write about).

4) my contining efforts on the Stafford Challenge

5) a lot of magazine clippings that have piled up on my dining room table, my sofa, and other radom places in my condo

6) probably a locked entry about the world's longest running brief meaningless fling

Centenarians

May. 10th, 2026 08:50 pm
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David Attenborough turned 100 this week. When he was 90, Ardman animation did a series of tribute videos. They've popped up on social media due to this birthday



Also 100 this week was Arthur's Aunt Harriet (his mother's sister). There was a party in the dining room of the retirement apartment building she lives in. Relatives came from near and far (the farthest was her elder granddaughter, who lives in India). It was the first time my grandchildren had been on planes. I was with them on the southbound plane, and they did pretty well. They weren't the youngest attendees - two of the family babies have been born in the last six months. Not everybody gets to be 100 with mind sharp and body mostly OK. And wear a sparkly gold outfit surrounded by people who love her.

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May. 10th, 2026 08:04 pm
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The thing about lying in of a morning, quite apart from 'if I get up I will hurt', is that it takes me forever to get to sleep at night: which is very frustrating, the more so in that I no longer have stories to tell myself while lying awake and sleepless in the dark. But in the morning I need only close my eyes again to slip back into the shallows of sleep, usually to dream that I'm looking at my clock to see the time, but never mind. If I like I can go easily into deep sleep and have those realistic resleep dreams that will often stay with me once really awake. This morning's was of my friend B gone back to being a director instead of a lawyer, who'd been hired to do motion capture for some film, something he admitted he'd never done before. But he wanted me for one part, to do the motion bit and speak the lines, not sure if I'd be right for the part. With reason: it was a 10 year old Black boy. But there I was at the studio at night, far out on some subway or railway line, and his wife had made goodies for the cast which was nice, and there were two babies and their mothers who were also there for the film. But then I was trying to get home and trains were cancelled and I couldn't get the timetable and it was a frustration dream after all, so I woke up instead.

I put a Robaxacet heat patch on my back, went up to Loblaws and got some pseudo-Bailey's, had a glass, and then tackled the front yard. Cut down twigs and vines and bits of hedge and scooped up a lot of dead leaves from last year. Came in, had some more booze and ibuprofen, went back and put it all in a garden waste bag. I trust the exercise will balance the calories. There's more to be done but my back hates me doing it. If the left side is feeling no pain because of the heat, the right side will start to spasm. This is annoying.

Meanwhile Ima-sensei is getting into some dark and heavy subjects. We've already had Grandma tricked into wearing a cursed kimono,  not to mention being badgered by her two oldest daughters to sell the house and land and divide the proceeds up among her children. This in spite of a formal quit-claim (I believe is what the Japanese means) signed by all of them when their father died giving up all rights to the place and glad to do so onaccounta the bogles that infest it. Presumably they now think that if the house is demolished the bogles will disappear. The bogles are emphatic that they'll do nothing of the sort. Building a house on a burying ground has nothing on building a bunch of manshons on Kagyuu's kekkai in the back garden. But the aunts are being seriously interfering all through this book. Like telling Ritsu he can't be a grad student, he must take the job offer from the seriously sketchy real estate cum Shinto priesthood firm he gets involved in in the first story. Are we menopausal or what?

Then in the third story, the second son one never hears about has cancer and is undergoing chemo and keeps dreaming of the youngest son, the one who drowned as a boy, calling to him. I still ration myself with this but boy do I want to forge ahead.

Mother's day is OK

May. 10th, 2026 08:20 pm
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I miss my mother every day, so the hype about Mother's Day doesn't make me think of her with extra sadness.
As is my habit, I participated (walked) in the Mother's Day Walk for Peace in Dorchester. Bought a book at the nearby Book-ish (close to the Fields Corner T station), went to ring at Old North, went home. Not weepy or anything.

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