Desiderius Price

It’s the holiday season again. Celebratory times down in the village. The lights are up, the tinsel’s out, Old Tup and his fellows are a’roaming for beer money. Locals keep thanking me for ensuring the sun will come back over the next few years. Not really sure what they mean, but as I’ve been invited to be guest of honour at the seven yearly village feast I’ll put up with the local turns of phrase. Last feast was just before I moved here, actually. Oddly enough, the guy who rented Blot Cottage before me was guest of honour then. Poor guy tripped and fell on a “flint knapped biface”,whatever that is, up Ritual Rock on the moor where they have the feast, I heard, so it became available at a great price. I hope you all have a nice time as well! Seasons greetings to all of you!

I’ve said countless times before, on various platforms, that I’ve given Spotify an identity crisis with how varied my listening habits are. My 2025 Wrapped dropped the other day, and hoo-boy. It’s a mess.
My most listened to songs were Labour (Cacophony) and Rasputin; I play them on repeat as background noise while editing so the whine of all the electronics, the sound of the furnace, and even my own breathing won’t drive my misophonic ass bonkers. (I’ve tried countless other sounds, playlists, and various colors of noise, but it all either irritates my ears – my hearing is mildly fucked – or it has “water” sounds that make me need to pee every five minutes. The best substitute I’ve found is, oddly enough, a celtic band that combines bagpipes with hide drums, but I have to tweak the hell out of my sound settings to make it not painful.) My most listened to artist, on the other hand, was Steeleye Span; I listen to a custom folk playlist when I’m trying to write or edit for a certain story that isn’t going anywhere, and it’s disproportionately full of Steeleye Span. My most listened to playlist, however, is 11+ hours of nonstop oldies; it’s “safe” for when I’m outside, with family, or both. Because it’s gotten so much play, the app pegged me as over 70 years old. My second-most listened to list is full of punk, emo, and nu-metal, so I guess it assumed I’m letting my nonexistent grandbaby mooch off my account. I’m a millennial. They just stopped carding me. Ouch.
I feel like I should apologize for gaslighting the app, but...yeah. Nah. I’ve got work to do and my brain is working against me enough. (You sure make me do a whole lotta labour.)

For those that celebrate it today, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
p.s. Also, remember to set your bathroom scales back 10 to 20 pounds.

Happy Turkey Day!
 
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For those that celebrate it today, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
p.s. Also, remember to set your bathroom scales back 10 to 20 pounds.

A very happy birthday to @DemonGoddess! Hoping the day, and the coming year, are happy, healthy, and safe!

   

This just in: some school districts in the US are banning books about cats. Apparently, somebody needs to have a chat with the administration and tell them those books “aren’t about that kind of pussy.” 

The people who leave negative reviews on e-books reporting sex scenes are my heroes. It’s easy enough to filter in smut when you’re reading fanfiction, but the e-book writers get coy about it in their descriptions. If not for sex-averse reviewers, we’d risk reading a “spicy book” that never passes first base, get clam-shelled over the lack of smut, and have to go start a fight with our husbands or something. ...not that I’m speaking from experience, or anything. 
But yeah. Someone left a squicked one-star review on a book I was considering. Granted, the review was just the word “sex” written three times – like they’re starring in a demonic possession porno or something - and shoop, there the book went. Right into my cart. I hope it’s filthy. People like that are heroes.

A nice quiet  birthday was today

What I said: “7 oz can of chipotles in adobo.”
What the phone heard: “7 oz can of Chipotles in a dildo.” 
Even my grocery list is not safe.

Time for a shameless brag: I have just reached 100 favorites in the archive. As far as I know, I’m the first author on AFF to do that.

May the fourth be with you all!

May the fourth be with you all!

Happy Birthday!

The saddest little face in the world…


 

2k words today

🍀 Happy St. Patrick’s Day!  (We need the luck this year.) 🍀

🍀 Happy St. Patrick’s Day!  (We need the luck this year.) 🍀

Beware the Ides of March!  🗡️

Happy PI Day everybody.  (It’s also my character Jeff’s birthday!)

Would really like a portkey out of here.  Or a timeturner?

This day 6 years ago, I landed in New York, my first time in the US. Hard to believe it was that long ago. That trip was when I saw snow for the first time. That was very exciting. Although I soon realised what a pain in the arse it is.

So.  Learned a lesson while upgrading my OS.  Somehow, my personal IP was blocked from the domain.  Manta and I have been pulling our hair out trying to figure out why the hell I couldn’t connect

No prostate cancer for me! So that’s pretty good news to get just before Christmas.

Got to be honest, sitting down is pretty rough when you’ve had a prostate biopsy.  Even sitting on a pillow doesn’t help much!