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Fic: All the Beautiful Things (The Mighty Boosh, Howard/Vince, PG-13)

Title: All the Beautiful Things
Fandom: The Mighty Boosh
Characters: Vince Noir, Howard Moon
Pairing: Implied Howard/Vince
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Howard never corrects people when they mention his ugly girlfriend. But that wasn't always the case.
Notes: I'M BACK! And I brought fic! And I will update you on my (very busy but very good) life soon, I promise. But for now, I have fic, and it fells very good indeed to finish a project and be in a good writing space. :D

This story is the result of a collaborative effort with kristinagrey, who helped me hammer out the entire plot and resolved one particular logistical snag for me, as well as sparking the original idea. So basically, she's responsible for the whole thing. I am forever grateful.

And because it's been some time since I've written, please forgive the rust! This is fluffity fluff fluff fluff... with a dash of angst. Title comes from the Eels song of the same name, which is such a terribly Howincey song that you should all go listen to it, if you haven't already.

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Very, very, very briefly, because I have been up for a long, long time, and I finally just got home, where I soon will be enjoying my pyjamas and some good Mexican takeout, and very shortly thereafter, my bed. (Hopefully for the next 12 hours or so...)

But: the surgery is over, and it went as perfectly as possible, according to Dad's surgeon, and Dad is in a beautiful room with a beautiful view, and they're taking excellent care of him. It was a long surgery, but they were able to make it as minimally invasive as possible, which is also wonderful. Pain management was an issue this afternoon/evening, and we stayed with Dad until that was settled satisfactorily, but they were finally able to sort him out, and when I left him, he was watching some wonderful-horrible show about nightmare infestations and finally dozing off for some much-needed rest.

Speaking of much-needed rest... I should get some. Thank you a thousand times for being such wonderful, supportive friends, and all for all the love and positive thoughts and healing vibes you sent today. I swear we could feel it, all day long, and it felt like the best sort of hug. &hearts

With crossed fingers and high hopes...

I've been up since 3 AM and am now off to take Dad to the hospital for his surgery, because he needs to be there by 5 AM. (The surgery itself will be at 7:30.)

Today is the day, obviously, and we're going forward with all possible hope and determination for the best outcome. From all indicators, it should go well. I hope so. I very much hope so. I'm filled with an almost unshakeable uncertainty that all will be well, which means that I am either naive or an optimist--or maybe both. But I do feel certain. I'm trying to will that same feeling of calm certainty into my Dad's mind and heart right now. Any good thoughts or healing vibes or prayers or positive energy or candles or whatever you have to offer him now and in the days to come would be very much appreciated.

It'll be a long day. But in the end, I have hope that it will also be a good one.

All WILL be well.

(And a Happy belated Valentine's Day to all of you, and a million glittery kisses of thanks to pokeystar for the lovely e-card, and another million glittery kisses of thanks to imashambles for sending me such a touching note and such sparkly valentines, and another million glittery kisses to pyjamapants for sending me such an awesome box of awesome and a note that made me cry happy tears [I'm wearing the peacock socks today, PJ, for luck!], and finally, a million glittery kisses to ideserveyou for the surprise Valentine gift of a wonderful, wonderful little fluffy-angsty gem of a Mighty Boosh story, which I HIGHLY encourage you all to read and lavish with the praise it deserves: Might Have Been. Thank you, all of you, for being such wonderful friends.)

And so it begins...

In which there is an update on my Dad's situation, an outpouring of gratitude, some reassuring news, lots of positive thinking, lots of reflective and thinky thinking, and the reaffirmation that although life is sometimes hard, it is also very good and beautiful, too.

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And on another note entirely, I just want to thank whatever guardian angels or fortunately aligned stars conspired to bring about a photoshoot of Noel Fielding dressed up like Ziggy Stardust and Brian Eno and other godfathers of glam on a week when I most needed the distraction! I'm not really a narcissist, but the timing on that, combining two of my very favorite things in the world... well, it's almost enough to make me think that somebody's looking out for my interests. ;)

Hugs and love and glittery kisses to all who need or want them!

Merry and Bright

A belated happy holidays to all my wonderful flist! I'm sorry for being so absent. The end of semester and the demands of the season really caught up with me. But I had an excellent holiday (as I hope all of you did as well), and here are some of the reasons why:

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So that was a fairly spectacular Christmas in every respect, and I was looking forward to a bit of early shopping and lunch with Bluey Mom on Boxing Day, followed by copious amounts of lazing around. Snow had been forecast, but when nary a flake had shown up by the time Bluey Mom and I had snapped up all our discount wrapping and holiday cards and other deals, I was ready to write the whole thing off as typical weatherman exaggeration.

And then it started to fall. And fall. And really, REALLY fall, like we were trapped in the middle of a snow globe, or some Hollywood set for a Christmas film. We stopped for a yummy early lunch of Chinese (during which I encountered THE COOLEST SODA MACHINE EVER--like being in the future!), and by the time we'd finished, several inches of snow had fallen! We both made it back home, crawling all the way, and hunkered down to ride out the Boxing Day Blizzard, which ended up dumping at least 8 inches of snow on us.

We woke up to a glittering, white, diamond-dusted world this morning, and just finished digging out the important stuff not long ago. ("Sexy Lumberjack" is totally the correct look for show shoveling, right?) But it seems like the perfect excuse to huddle inside with blankets and a fire and holiday leftovers and hot chocolate.

And maybe to sculpt some Booshy snowmen. *g* But that's another project for another day...

P.S. My fortune cookie from yesterday's lunch read, "You are a lover of words. You should write a book someday." Bluey Mom and I both smiled over that one. A lot.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I wish a very Happy (if slightly belated) Thanksgiving to all my American flisters! I hope that you all had many reasons to feel thankful, and wonderful, bountiful days. And I hope all the rest of you had wonderful Thursdays. ~sends love, hugs, and glittery smooches~

As for me, I am grateful for so very many things this year--too many to list here, because if I start, I'll never stop. But right at the moment, I am very grateful that my epic plans for the Epic Thanksgiving of Epicness (which is to say, my first time hosting a Thanksgiving for my family AND Geography Teacher's family, which is not a small number of people) all went well, and everybody got along well, and the food tasted and looked good and was on time, and just... anything that could go well did, aside from the ending to the Lions game. (We will not speak of that.) We had glorious, 60-degree, sunshiney weather. I did not have a single Barbecue Breakdown. My brother brought over some of his more exotic world percussion instruments and kept Geography Teacher's nieces and nephews occupied with an impromptu drum circle. I got plenty of help and understanding in the kitchen, and everybody pitched in to make things go smoothly. It was a totally Norman Rockwell kind of day... you know, if Normal Rockwell's families were blasting the Rolling Stones while smoking their 22-pound turkey in a fire-engine-red smoker out in their driveways. ;)

And now the dishes are done and the doggie bags dispatched and the guests hugged and on their merry ways and the fridge is groaning at full capacity with leftovers galore. And my garage smells like a barbecue joint. But it was a beautiful, beautiful time, and worth every minute of it. Tomorrow, I'll be up early for shopping and coffee and fun times with my mom and Geography Teacher's mom and sisters. And that will be fun, too. But for right now, I want to savor this moment of pure contentment.

And what was on the menu?

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Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good night! And a good weekend beyond, too. &hearts

Taken from everybody...

Bold the ones you have and use at least once a year, italicize the ones you have and don't use, strike through the ones you have had but got rid of.

I wonder how many pasta machines, breadmakers, juicers, blenders, deep fat fryers, egg boilers, melon ballers, sandwich makers, pastry brushes, cheese boards, cheese knives, electric woks, miniature salad spinners, griddle pans, meat thermometers, jam funnels, filleting knives, egg poachers, cake stands, garlic crushers, martini glasses, tea strainers, bamboo steamers, pizza stones, coffee grinders, milk frothers, piping bags, banana stands, fluted pastry wheels, tagine dishes, conical strainers, rice cookers, steam cookers, pressure cookers, slow cookers, spaetzle makers, cookie presses, gravy strainers, double boilers (bains marie), sukiyaki stoves, ice cream makers, fondue sets, healthy-grills, home smokers, tempura sets, tortilla presses, electric whisks, cherry stoners, sugar thermometers, food processors, bacon presses, bacon slicers, mouli mills, cake testers, pestle-and-mortars, and sets of kebab skewers languish dustily at the back of the nation's cupboards.

Generally speaking, I don't buy gear that I'm not going to use, so if it's in my cupboards or on my countertop, it's going to see a lot of use. When I think something is overly specialized and I can perform the same function myself with something I already have (like an egg separator, or a double-boiler), then I don't bother buying it. I stone cherries by hand, I use a bamboo skewer to test a cake for doneness, and I cook rice on the stovetop.

One of my very favorite and most frequently used gadgets isn't listed here, though: an immersion blender. Mine has different attachments, has worked like a beast for a long time without ever once balking, and makes almost everything easier, from whipped cream to pureed soups to salad dressing and beyond. It's the single tool I would most recommend for a tiny kitchen, because it does a lot with a little and takes up so little space.

Of the rest of the list, I have to say that I'd love a tagine. I have a recipe for a lamb tagine that is massively time-consuming to do properly and yet worth every single second of the fussing. I make it in a dutch oven now, but to actually make it in the vessel it was designed for would be a treat...
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House Meme!

A real update is overdue (and forthcoming), but today is the second time in three days that I've woken up with a lingering migraine and nausea, so I am afraid my poor abused brain is really not in a very compositional space right now. ~sigh~ This aching-head-and-nausea business is getting a bit old. I hope it doesn't last for much longer. I haven't had this many headaches since I was a teenager and filled with crazy, raging hormones.

Anyway. In the meantime, I picked up this house meme from dear pokeystar, and it was fun, so here we go!

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Of teaching and gardening and glittery boots...

(Insert all usual apologies for taking so long in between real updates here.)

The first two weeks of teaching are history now for both me and Geography Teacher, and we celebrated surviving the first week last Friday night by going out to Luigi's on the lake, so we could relax with a drink and some yummy Italian food and enjoy a sunset so gorgeous that it looked like it had been painted in the sky. Luigi's is one of my favorite places; it's tiny and dark and unpretentious and comfortingly old and crammed full of happy boaters, and the food is obscenely yummy. And needless to say, the company was second to none. ;-)

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So that's good. The whole summer was good, too. The longest, hottest, driest, sunniest summer I can remember in a very long time--but packed with good things. Collapse )

Hmm, what else? In matters peacocky, I have come to that time where I have to groom my feathers, so to speak, because some of my old favorite standbys are at the point where they have to (very reluctantly) be pitched. I always develop an emotional attachment to clothes and accessories, and I tend to want to wear my favorite pieces until they are very literally full of holes and falling apart--and that's happened with a few things lately! This is always a bit sad, but at the same time, I'm looking at it as an opportunity to add some new things and refresh my look, and that is fun and exciting.

So I've lost some beloved shoes and boots, but that means I'm making way for these and these and these (in the grey and pink) and these, right? ;)

~whistles "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life"~

Right, now we're off for shopping for provisions for the weekend and the upcoming holiday BBQ, which has now been moved from Monday to tomorrow, in deference to the oncoming hurricane fallout. There will be eleventy billion things to do before then, I'm sure. Hope you're all doing well, and for those of you who are going through some rough times right now--and I know there are a number of you--please know that I am thinking about you and holding you in my heart and sending all the virtual hugs and love I have to offer.

There Will Be a Proper Update Later

But in the meantime, the drizzly, mold-ridden weather has a might-be-a-migraine squeezing my brains and making me feel like I'm wearing a python for a hat. The migrainey nature is indicated by the nausea, light sensitivity, and total resistance to any of the usual treatments. Every time I sneeze or cough or clear my throat, I feel like the top of my head might blow off, and I feel vaguely sorry that it doesn't, because at least that would relieve the pressure.

Thankfully, tricky bits of teaching are done for today, because I have all the mental acuity of a ball of wet Kleenex. And Geography Teacher's classes were canceled for the day, because a power outage has his whole campus in darkness until tonight, so he had consoling things to say and will be making dinner, and I think I can look forward gratefully to being coddled. &hearts

But in the meantime, until regular and intelligent thought is restored, here, have a quiz! You have to laugh at yourself when you realize that you're taking a quiz entitled "What Kind of Scarf Are You?", but on the other hand... it feels seasonally appropriate, and the result made me smile.

You Are a Funky Scarf

You are flashy and outgoing. You love to experiment with new looks and ideas.

Sometimes you prefer form over function. You are definitely quite whimsical.

When it comes to style, you are usually a trendsetter. People envy the way you can put together a look.

You're curious about the world in general, and you're always making amazing discoveries.