The weekend, ended

It was a lovely Sunday after all. I took the girls to a Christmas Tea at tabbifli's house, and we gave a lift to lisakit. omahas, sadly, had to stay home to work and attend a meeting. The drive was terrible; winter rains have settled over the city with its usual nastiness. We landed at Alex and Tabbi's house and noshed and drank tea and had a good time, and I met a few other people whose names I don't remember or don't have knowledge that it would be okay to mention on-line. Lisa brought a delicious stew, there was a wonderful potato salad, and the scones were fabulous.

I covet a plug-in quick-boiling pot like Tabbi's.

"Evreyone."

Eventually, the party wound down. I don't have much knowledge of City of Heroes, sadly, and couldn't participate in much of the conversation, and it was time to go anyway. We drove home. On the way, I saw this photo and yes, I take some pictures just to mock them.

I dropped Lisa at home and then the kids and I went back to the Villa and had a quiet night. We had home-made pizza for dinner.

Yamaraashi-chan is deep into Twilight. At one point, I saw her bare arms and said to her, "You do not have hairy arms."

"I shaved them."

"You shaved your arms? When? Where did you get a razor?"

"At my Mom's house."

Sigh. She cannot outgrow that obsession fast enough.

This morning, tragedy struck. She had gotten her hair wet last night in the shower, and slept on a wet head. Her lovely haircut was a mess. Omaha, bless her heart, saved the day, getting her hair wet with a water spritzer and showing her how to brush it so it would curl under correctly.

Micro-review of Jet Mykle's Dark Elves series

Wow, was it really almost two years ago that I read the first volume of Jet Mykle's Dark Elves trilogy? I finally got around to the third volume and... it doesn't get better.

Here's the essential problem with it: Dark Elves wants to be the novelization of Warcraft machinima porn. The resolution is low, the other senses are poorly engaged, and the number of poses and positions of which the characters are capable is limited. The author took what she saw in her head, fully informed by these limitations, and wrote exactly what happened, nothing more, nothing less.

Although, y'know, it's hard to be upset with a book that has this disclaimer at the beginning:

Many of the acts described in our BDSM/fetish titles can be dangerous. Loose Id publishes these stories for members of the community in which these acts are known and practiced safely. If you have an interest in the pleasures and pains you find described herein, we urge you to seek out advice and guidance from knowledgeable persons. Please do not try any new sexual practice, whether it be fire, rope, or whip play, without the guidance of an experienced practitioner. Neither Loose Id nor its authors will be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in any of its titles.

Now, that's admirable. Sensible, too, and probably strongly recommended by their legal department. Far better, and more responsible, than anything I've read from the execrable Reese Gabriel, whose personal website has that New Age-meets-kink sensibility I often get from the earnest but uninitiated, a "Wow, if I ever got to do this in real life I'd fart rainbows and crap gumdrops for a week afterward" vibe.