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The thing about the Ladystuck archive is it has 196 works. Which is awesome, don't get me wrong! But I have decided that I should read (or view) all of them, because yay female-centric works in a fandom I love! Then I intend to comment on all of them, because people put a lot of effort into these words and art and it sucks not to get feedback in a gift exchange.
I have previously commented on my own two gifts, plus one other random fic. I don't have to comment on my own works, for obvious reasons. That leaves 191 works. Tonight I got through eight.
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This is going to take a while.
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The reason I am running a couple days behind on my Ladystuck project is that Mom visited this weekend. She arrived Saturday evening, whereupon we went grocery shopping and then cooked our own dinner: salmon, rice-a-roni, broccoli, and green salad. On Sunday morning we went to church, and at 4pm we returned to my church for the Finger Lakes Chamber Ensemble concert that was the ostensible reason for the visit. The program was Ernö Dohnányi's Serenade in C for String Trio, Op. 10; Paul Schoenfield's Trio for Clarinet, Violin, and Piano (which is massively dissonant, but in a good way? and clearly inspired by klezmer music; also, I have mad respect for the clarinetist, because that must be a doozy to play; my lips were getting sore in sympathy by the fourth movement); and Johannes Brahms's Piano Quartet in C minor, Op. 60 (popularly known as the Werther Quartet).
Between church and concert, Mom decided to clean my oven. I vacuumed my floors so as not to feel useless while she worked; then we went to Agway and Home Depot in search of a new range fan filter and new range drip pans. This was something of an exercise in futility, since it turns out all modern stoves are made with drip bowls, not dead-flat metal pans; I will have to go to a specialty appliance store to have any hope of finding parts for my ancient stove. *sigh*
Sunday night we ate at the Boatyard Grill, which I believe does not much predate my arrival in Ithaca back in 2000. It was all right back then, but it has definitely improved over the years. :-)
On Monday we had breakfast at the Lincoln Street Diner, which is just a couple blocks from my house, after which Mom headed back to NJ and I went to work.
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And now to bed.
I have previously commented on my own two gifts, plus one other random fic. I don't have to comment on my own works, for obvious reasons. That leaves 191 works. Tonight I got through eight.
...
This is going to take a while.
---------------
The reason I am running a couple days behind on my Ladystuck project is that Mom visited this weekend. She arrived Saturday evening, whereupon we went grocery shopping and then cooked our own dinner: salmon, rice-a-roni, broccoli, and green salad. On Sunday morning we went to church, and at 4pm we returned to my church for the Finger Lakes Chamber Ensemble concert that was the ostensible reason for the visit. The program was Ernö Dohnányi's Serenade in C for String Trio, Op. 10; Paul Schoenfield's Trio for Clarinet, Violin, and Piano (which is massively dissonant, but in a good way? and clearly inspired by klezmer music; also, I have mad respect for the clarinetist, because that must be a doozy to play; my lips were getting sore in sympathy by the fourth movement); and Johannes Brahms's Piano Quartet in C minor, Op. 60 (popularly known as the Werther Quartet).
Between church and concert, Mom decided to clean my oven. I vacuumed my floors so as not to feel useless while she worked; then we went to Agway and Home Depot in search of a new range fan filter and new range drip pans. This was something of an exercise in futility, since it turns out all modern stoves are made with drip bowls, not dead-flat metal pans; I will have to go to a specialty appliance store to have any hope of finding parts for my ancient stove. *sigh*
Sunday night we ate at the Boatyard Grill, which I believe does not much predate my arrival in Ithaca back in 2000. It was all right back then, but it has definitely improved over the years. :-)
On Monday we had breakfast at the Lincoln Street Diner, which is just a couple blocks from my house, after which Mom headed back to NJ and I went to work.
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And now to bed.