Japan trip 2025

Nov. 24th, 2025 12:02 pm
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I should write more about my Japan trip than just plane troubles, because I want to get all these thoughts and feelings down before they slip through my fingers.

I'll organise my thoughts mostly by area, as it's easier that way:

  • Ginza: This is where I stayed, and it was a perfect base for exploring Tokyo. Last time (which was 17 years ago! A long time!) I stayed in Nihonbashi, and it felt less convenient. My hotel was literally right above an entrance to Higashi-Ginza station.

    Of course, Ginza is perfectly nice on its own. Touristy, but not overwhelmingly so, and clean and nice with lots of good signage, and very walkable. I spent a bunch of money at Loft and Itoya, which are dangerous as a stationery fan (I did not realise until I got home how many stickers I bought). Cursing that I didn't buy one of the sun and rain umbrellas at Loft, tbh, because it would be super useful in Melbourne. I also spent a lot of time wandering through Mitsukoshi department store just browsing and not buying anything. If I'd been more flush with cash I might have been in danger of buying a bunch of fancy makeup here, but given I already have too much eyeshadow I'm not sad I didn't.

  • This reminds me how convenient the trains are. They come so often! When I visited Tokyo in 2008 I'm pretty sure only Roppongi had the subway fare table in English, which was inconvenient when I was trying to get to Roppongi and my nearest station in Nihonbashi only had signage in Japanese. Now pretty much every subway station has English signage, and the ticket machines allow you to display the information in multiple languages and type in the station you're going to to get fare advice anyway. It's so convenient.

    In general, Tokyo is so much more convenient for foreign tourists now. (Which turned out to be great for me because my Japanese is so much worse than I thought it was, lmao.) In some of the more tourist heavy areas the overhead announcements are in Japanese, then English, then two varieties of Chinese, then Korean. At Tokyo Station I think there were also announcements in Thai. Amazing, tbh. I don't feel any city has an obligation to be convenient for foreign tourists, but it is very nice.

  • I did a lot of shopping at the Tokyo Station shops in 2008; I did a lot in 2025, too 🤣 I bought a kimono Miffy, and a fancy mug from the fancy Ghibli store, and I very nearly bought a tacky plastic keyring about my fave anime character before reminding myself I have too much plastic crap already...

  • Tokyo Tower! I went to Roppongi thinking I'd go to the Mori Art Museum, but once I got there I only wanted to walk to Tokyo Tower instead (even though there's a closer station to it, yes). And it was so worth it. The bright red and white tower against the bright blue sky! In front of Tokyo Tower there was a mini Tokyo Tower surrounded by Christmas trees, and it was so cute. This is the only thing I remembered to photograph.

  • Ikebukuro: I really enjoyed this neighbourhood and went there two days in a row. It's well known as a place full of anime merch frequented by women, and certainly I went to the massive Animate and looked in several of the second hand stores and considered buying things... but in the end, I stumbled into the Sunshine City shopping mall and bought a bunch of feminine accessories and looked at a bunch of cute clothes. I planned to buy other things, but then I spent Â¥16,500 on a cute handbag & bag charm at Samantha Vega, and I can't remember how much on a hairclip at Mary Quant, and honestly if I'd had more cash I could have spent so much more... I also liked the other shopping malls in the area and the general vibe. Just a really nice area, tbh. I have to go back!!

  • Akihabara on the other hand, meh. I didn't like it in 2008 because it felt crowded and sleazy, and I don't like it for the same reasons now. Most of Tokyo smells mysteriously nice, but Akihabara doesn't. OTOH, the Animate there had a different selection of merch, and was where all the Natsume Yuujincho stuff was?? I bought a Nyanko-sensei pen.

  • I also could have spent entire days in Shimokitazawa. If you like neighbourhoods full of vintage shopping and independent designers that make you feel like you're not cool enough to be there, as I do, then this is top notch. There were so many cute things in the stores! I nearly bought a purple handbag at Wego (where everything was delightfully tacky), before reminding myself I'd already bought a handbag the day before elsewhere and how many handbags do I need... Well, I'm still thinking about that handbag, so I guess this is a reminder you miss 100% of the shots you don't take, and 100% of the accessories you don't buy.

    I bought so many stickers at B Side Label. I could have spent hours in there, buying every sticker I saw. They're so cute! This is their website, and I bought more anime stuff here than anywhere else, lmao. You can get B Side Label stickers all over the place - Loft, the Jump shop, the various TV station shops in Tokyo station, etc. - but I'm glad I waited to buy any until I got to one of their own stores and could browse a bigger portion of the collection.


Some other thoughts:
- I'm 5'4 or 5'5 depending on who measures me, and it's really nice to visit a country where almost everything is made for people around my height.
- Rice is healthy for most people, but I can't actually digest it very well, so after eating it several days in a row, having to deal with plane turbulence didn't only do in my back, I also felt queasy the whole plane flight. Live and learn.
- Google maps was good at telling me the public transport to get somewhere, but almost every time I needed walking directions it tried to lead me in a circle. What is with that?
- I talked with a friend about it after I got home, who said that he felt disappointed that Japan no longer gives him the feeling it used to the first time he went there, whereas it still gave me that feeling: excited to be there, and just different enough from home to be interesting but not so difficult that anything was particularly hard to navigate (even with language issues). Honestly, still feels like a very nice place for a solo female traveller to go, and I can't wait to go again.

I've probably forgotten so much of what I wanted to say about it already.
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Title: The Deere Files Podcast Presents: The Heirs Of Samuel Westing.
Author: [personal profile] lannamichaels
Fandom: The Westing Game
Rating: G
Archives: Archive Of Our Own, SquidgeWorld

Summary: What do a Supreme Court Justice, the chairwoman of the board of the largest employer in Wisconsin, a two-time Olympic gold medalist, the inventor of Hoo's Little Foot-Eze innersoles, and a dead union organizer who didn't exist have in common?


There was no such person as Barney Northrup )

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Title: Some nights
Fandom: Batman: The Animated Series
Relationship: Bruce Wayne | Batman's & Harley Quinn
Rating: T/Gen
Word count: 360
Tags: Abusive Relationships, Violence, Guilt
Summary: Some nights, all the he could think about were the people he couldn't save.
For [community profile] seasons_of_fandom's round 1, challenge #1: Royal Rumble

Some nightsSome nights, it doesn't matter how many people he saves, the ones that stay on his mind are the ones that he failed.

It was another one of the Joker's plans, and thousands of people around Gotham were poisoned and could have been killed. He's never been so grateful for the fruitful hours that he spent finding an antidote to the Joker's newest toxin, which he could only do in time because he had found a sample in an abandoned warehouse a couple of nights before.

No one died from the toxin, as far as he knows, and from what Gordon told him. The antidote was delivered in time, and a few people were still sick enough to need medical supervision, but even they should recover in time.

Harley Quinn is another story entirely.

Physically, she'll recover. Twenty-six broken bones and the worst case of poisoning they had, but she would recover. But as it's often the case, the cause of her injuries is worse than the injuries themselves.

It's not the first time that the Joker throws her away either in Batman's direction or to her death, knowing that he'll catch her rather than letting her die, regardless of what she did. This time, thrown from the top of a scaffolding, even though he was able to catch her before she hit the ground and take her to a hospital, there was still too much damage on her way down.

She'll recover, she's resilient enough for that, but when he tried talking to her about the Joker, she refused to listen. Those were the same excuses as always, he didn't mean to, it was an accident, it's all Batman's fault, the Joker really loves her, she was the one who lost her balance, the Joker will come back and rescue her.

Each time he tries talking to her, but he knows that there's no point in forcing the issue if Harley isn't ready for this. And once again she isn't, and soon enough she'll be not only committing crimes again, but suffering at the Joker's hands.

Some nights, it just felt as if nothing he did made a difference.

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In a fantasy world where magic exists alongside familiar forms of scholarship, a mysterious event wipes out at least one city and possibly most of the human world. Rukha, a geographer, is exploring an abandoned tower when Eshu, a student wizard, emerges from the "Mirrorlands" that used to connect major cities via a parallel world and literally runs into her. Rukha decides they're friends and it's her job to help him get home, but with modern forms of transportation disrupted, it turns out to be a longer journey than anticipated as they make their way across the post-apocalyptic landscape.

The good: worldbuilding. Creepy ruins of a city that's been overrun by crystals:
All around him, towering spires of fluorite and fool's gold clawed toward the sky. Downhill, where switchback streets led inexorably to the sea, shards of quartz gleamed like knives from every roof and balcony. Blood-brown garnets lay beneath the ruins of merchants' awnings, which hung in shreds over heaps of broken stones. Temples wept icicles of some thick, green stone swirled with black.
Whatever this city had been before, now it was a wasteland of glittering rock.
Eshu's branch of magic involves "telling the world a story" and convincing it to work differently; this is usually expressed through the metaphors of song, with evocative imagery. When fighting another wizard, he tries to make a magical airship fly, and she tries to make it sink:
She didn't sing, but he felt her magic like a song: the remorseless pull of gravity. The eager ground to which everyone in time returned. The laws of the universe, every fixed planet orbiting every spiraling star, all of them circling the vast devouring void. All obeyed a commandment older than language, older than life. It was right. It was righteous. The first thing any creature did was fall.
Usamkartha, one of Eshu's wizard friends, passes through a mirror as it's breaking, and the description is compelling:

When she looked at him straight on, he was an ordinary man of her mother's generation: lean-faced, dolorous of eye, his hair greying and balding. The veins stood out like serpents on the backs of his hands.
When she let her mind wander for even a moment, he was a mass of shining scales and coils.
"What happened to you?" she asked quietly.
With his free hand, Usamkartha thumped his book. "I am writing a manuscript on my condition, if you care to know the details," he said. "The first true theoretical work on the aftereffects of traveling through a broken mirror--the condition has been called
fragmentation by past scholars, but I believe it is more properly termed abstraction. If I'm going to die from this, at least my death advances the field of scholarship."
This description of Eshu practicing his faith in a minority environment is also great:
Being Njowa had mattered so much to him back in Usbaran, when he and Mnoro had been the only Njowa at the university; they'd kept the feasts and fasts together, knelt for prayers together, warned each other about which street vendors fried their vegetables in pork or duck fat. When their exam period meant they couldn't make it home for High Summer, they'd built a holiday hut out of blankets instead of reeds and hidden in its shelter, trading city comedies. Faith had been a kite string linking him home--to Kondala, to his family, to the centuries of far travelers who had come before him.
The bad: I didn't really care about the characters. Basically Rukha just decides "okay, we're stuck together" and never reconsiders, even when Eshu is being whiney and frustrated that he can't find any hair cream or lotion in the post-apocalyptic world. She's been out of university for "a few years"--if there were a big age difference, I could maybe see her being protective in "he's just a kid trying to get home to his family" kind of way, even if Eshu thinks of himself as an adult. But it just kind of borders on the therapy-speak ("you're really not treating me like a friend right now," Eshu confronting his abusive ex), in an underwhelming way. I get that it's trying to subvert the "mismatched strangers to friends to lovers" plotline in a "mismatched strangers to friends who are very important people in each other's lives, they don't need or want a romantic or sexual aspect to their relationship," but there are plenty of times when it's like "why are these people even hanging out together if they don't particularly like each other."

Most of the back half of the book is set in the city of Kulmeni, which is less catastrophically impacted than other human settlements. After "the change," a new "prince" took power, who was until recently the leader of an organized crime gang. The complexity of "maybe she's actually making things better for the common people and representing them better than the aristocracy, maybe she's just out for power" was handled well. There's a great interchange where Eshu talks to the Anjali River, who sometimes appears in a deity form, before they have to duel (it makes more sense in context) and points out the parallels between his situation with an abusive ex and the city's situation with "do we just stick with the devil we know?" and that helped, somewhat, in justifying the "abusive ex" plotline.

There's a brief mention towards the end of the book about Njo, the deity Eshu worships, that made me hope for more "Steerswoman" parallels with the combination of magic and science, but that might have been just wishful thinking on my end. 

Bingo: Impossible Places (borderline hard mode, if you count all the chapters set in Kulmeni and/or the Mirrorlands I think it would be over 50%?), Gods and Pantheons (the Anjali's anthropomorphic form is referred to as a god), LGBTQIA protagonist, was a previous Readalong, maybe Stranger in a Strange Land?

Locked Tomb AUs & A Wind in the Door

Nov. 23rd, 2025 04:00 pm
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I'm postulating the necro/cav AUs again, so I still might throw that AU fest, Locked Tomb fans. There's no release date on Alecto as of this writing, so that's not a useful target. But if instead I aimed for a y'all-come-create fest to release on May Day, as the opposite cross-quarter day from Halloween, that might work.

Postulate with me! Anyone who has a clever idea for a fest name is welcome, or a pair they want to see do this dance, or anything.

*

You know it's a good day when you get to use the phrase, "L'Engle-accurate cherubim."

Angels, shmangels -- I want Progo with blue hair and pronouns.
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Reading: I finished August Clarke's Metal from Heaven (really good, with gorgeous writing) and read Into the Broken Lands, which was my first Tanya Huff book in...probably a couple of decades, honestly. Also really good. (I have a bonus soft spot for her because she was GoH at the local SFF con one year when I went in high school.)

Currently reading: Rebecca Mahoney's The Memory Eater.

And [personal profile] scruloose and I are close enough to the end of Network Effect that we could probably finish it tonight if we really tried; annoyingly, it's due back at something like 6 PM today, and we can't get it finished by then, so we're gonna have to renew it. >.<

Cooking/Baking: I mentioned having apples we needed to bake with early in the month, and what we wound up going with was the Easiest Ever MOIST Apple Cake from RecipeTin eats, chosen in large part based on our available springform pans. It's tasty (we took the last pieces out to thaw for this evening), but I can't say "moist" is one of the first words it brings to mind. (It's not dry or anything, just...a perfectly pleasantly-textured cake.)

Tonight's dinner plan is Smitten Kitchen's Roast Chicken with Schmaltzy Cabbage. (It calls for a green cabbage and we have a Savoy, but hopefully that'll be okay.) Last weekend when we were out erranding we bought said cabbage, some carrots, and some broccoli (all still in the fridge), and some spring mix (fortunately not still in the fridge), but then we had a HelloFresh box to get through.

Buying vegetables is presumably the first step to actually cooking them, and I made sure to at least mostly choose some that would last a while. >.> The Bee Wilson book I mentioned recently has a section specifically on learning/practicing different cooking techniques with carrots, so I'm hoping to actually make use of the bag of carrots with my own hands. We'll see how that goes.

Householding: The upright freezer in the garage has been making unhappy noises and needing to be poked at periodically to keep it running. Time to get a new one, I guess. >.< Everyone loves appliance shopping!

Did I mention that I hate air travel?

Nov. 23rd, 2025 06:31 pm
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I wanted to post separately about the flight out to Australia, which involved an almost comedically bad sequence of virtually everything that could go wrong on a plane journey going wrong one after another, to the point that it felt almost ridiculous.

My preferred airline and route to Australia is Singapore Airlines and Heathrow-Singapore-Sydney, because the former is just far and away the best of all available airlines flying from Europe to Australia, and the latter breaks up the journey in a way that suits me (plus Changi airport is just about the only major international airport in which it feels almost enjoyable to spend a few hours when you're sleep-deprived, dazed, and in physical pain from spending 10 or more hours sitting down). However, due to a variety of factors, this time around Matthias and I went with Emirates, with the stopover in Dubai. (The deciding factor was that Emirates fly some flights out of/into Standsted airport, which is only 45 minutes away from us by train, whereas Heathrow and Gatwick involve a long time on public transport getting into London, then another hour and twenty minutes on the train back to Ely on a train line that frequently has rail replacement buses for some or all of the line on weekends, and we knew that we would appreciate a quicker and easier return home after the long flight.)

The flight from Stansted to Dubai is only 6.5 hours, and it was completely uneventful. It was only when we moved on to the connecting flight to Sydney that the troubles began.

This started with an announcement on the plane that three passengers had checked in to the flight, but not boarded, so their luggage was going to have to be removed, and we'd need to wait fifteen minutes while this happens. This sort of thing is par for the course on long-haul international flights, so I wasn't too concerned at that point. But then fifteen minutes passed, and another announcement came: there was a big cloud of sand all over Dubai (I'd noticed this as we'd flown in on the preceding flight), and air traffic control were spacing out departures and arrivals for safety reasons, so we'd have to wait another 45 minutes.

The 45 minutes passed (indeed an hour passed), and then another apologetic announcement was made: they'd discovered a leak in one of the galleys, and so engineers needed to come in and fix it, or we might run out of water somewhere over the Indian Ocean. A gaggle of guys in high viz vests trooped in to solve the problem. By this stage I, and a handful of other passengers had moved to stand at the front of the plane, so that we could hear what the flight attendants were saying (delays don't bother me, but being kept in the dark as to the cause and length of the delay really does). They were telling me that these kinds of problems came up fairly regularly on flights, but they'd never experienced them all at once!

After some time, the high viz guys left the plane, and I noticed the flight attendants were having whispered, stressed-looking conversations. The source of their stress was soon revealed: two separate passengers were having medical emergencies (one of whom being a woman who had a milk allergy who had for some inexplicable reason requested and drunk a cup of tea with milk in it!), and a doctor would need to be called. This happened swiftly, and thankfully both sick passengers were checked, treated, and deemed safe enough to fly, so the doctors departed, we were all sent back to our seats, and the flight left, three hours late.

I fell asleep, and woke up somewhere over Western Australia. Normally this means another four hours or so, flying in a straight line across the middle of Australia until Sydney. However, after a little while, there was an announcement over the plane intercom: were there any passengers who spoke French, and if so, could they make themselves known? A couple of older French guys appeared, and were whisked away. A further announcement was made: was there a medical doctor on the plane? Another passenger emerged, and he and the two French guys were moved away to deal with yet another medical emergency! This was a third woman (different to the two previous passengers who had had medical emergencies at the gate in Dubai), and the French passengers were needed in order to translate for her.

At this point, I'd been watching the onboard flight tracker, and had noticed with some concern that it had suddenly switched from saying 'Dubai-Sydney, 2.5 hours remaining' to 'Dubai-Adelaide, 1.5 hours remaining'! I could actually feel that the plane shifted course and turned south, rather than keeping its course flying in a straight line from west to east along the middle of the country. If you look at a map of Australia, Adelaide is in the middle of the country on the southern coast. Sydney is on the middle of Australia's eastern coast, and a flight from the UAE to Sydney should not even pass over Adelaide, as it is too far south.

I asked a passing flight attendant about this change, and whether we were making an emergency landing in Adelaide to get medical care for the sick passenger. He said that it was a possibility, but the captain hadn't yet made up his mind whether this was necessary! For about an hour, the flight tracker definitely thought we were going to Adelaide, and both my brother-in-law and mother (who were tracking the flight online) told us later that online tracking websites had definitely said that our flight was going to land in Adelaide, but thankfully after about an hour heading south, the pilot shifted the plane's course north, the onboard tracker started saying 'Dubai-Sydney' again, and we landed in Sydney as intended, only two hours late. Ambulance workers met us at the gate, the sick passenger was taken off to get medical care, and all was well.

I have actually had much worse flights (including one back from Sydney where we had to make an emergency landing in Kuala Lumpur due to a failure of the plane's computer system, and knowing of the existence of this failure while we were flying over open ocean for several hours, which was absolutely terrifying), but all these things going wrong in succession was something else! The flight itself was actually calm and peaceful (other than the woman with the medical emergency and the possible diversion to Adelaide), and the airline staff handled everything with incredible poise and professionalism; I mean to write to Emirates and compliment their handling of the situation, since it can't have been much fun for them. I'm actually terrified of flying, but I was so busy worrying that we might have to divert to Adelaide that I forgot to be afraid for the entire waking duration of that flight!

The only eventful thing about the return journey was that 10 hours out of the 14 from Sydney-Dubai were so turbulent that the pilots kept the fasten-seatbelt sign on, and at times required the cabin crew to sit in their own seats with seatbelts on as well. This was extremely unpleasant and scary, but — as I kept reminding myself — not on the level of the equivalent flight I'd taken in reverse two weeks earlier!

Dragon Age Poly Exchange

Nov. 23rd, 2025 01:30 pm
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The Dragon Age Poly Exchange went live today, and I got not one, not two, not three, not even four, but five amazing gifts this year. 💕

Moving in general chronological order...

First up is Guide me through the blackest nights, a DA:O fic focused on Jowan/Lily/Female Surana. 8,941 words. It's a canon divergence AU and, no spoilers, but the end is brilliant. "When the time came, Lily refused to take his hand. How could she after what he had done?"

Then there's Not Long Now, a DA:I time travel fic focused on Ameridan/Female Lavellan, Ameridan/Telana, and Female Lavellan/Solas. 764 words. "Mihris Lavellan already knows how this story ends..."

There's there's Not Too Late, a DA:V fic focused on Ashur/Nonbinary Mercar/Tarquin. 2,298 words. "The world is ending, Rook is dying, and Ashur, Tarquin, and Rook are forced to face their feelings for each other."

After that is An Innocent Start, a DA:V fic focused on Emmrich/Lucanis/Spite. 500 words. "Lucanis buys Emmrich a gift and contemplates the future with Spite."

And last but not least is psychopomp, a DA:V fic focused on Emmrich/Lucanis/Spite. Warning: Major Character Death. 1,175 words. "Emmrich passes but is not alone. Lucanis and Spite keep him company until the end."

how do you solve a problem

Nov. 23rd, 2025 09:41 am
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Finished reading Cloistered: My Years as a Nun by Catherine Coldstream. I picked this up partly due to it going around on my reading list and partly due to my zero-religious-background fascination with religious life.

Short version reaction: we start with Coldstream literally escaping into the night, followed by 'You might be wondering how we got here. Ten years ago...' so you can probably guess you are in for Why Not To Be A Nun: The Memoir: The Musical, but amazingly, no, it is even wilder than that.

Long version reaction: No Really, Don't Be A Nun )
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When I first thought about doing a Fandom/Fannish 50, as I said, the aim was not to do manifestos, and obviously Doctor Who is too big to cover in only one post anyway.

Naturally, I then immediately drafted out a manifesto for the whole of DW on the theme of "it's not THAT intimidating, I promise!", and it has been sitting complete in my posts in progress since January.

I wasn't going to post it - I think my flist is now comprised of DW fans, people who have left thanks to the Timeless Child, and people who don't want DW in their lives - but my intended Post #2 is not quite done (blame Yuletide ficcing), this one was, and I didn't want to have a long gap between posts - and it is the 23rd of November, after all. (I'll maybe see about linking it to tumblr or something, and that might give it more usefulness.)

So, have a chirpy DW primer I prepared earlier! Forgive me if it's annoying. And -

Happy 62nd birthday, Doctor Who! ♥




As most people around here probably have at least a vague idea of it already, this is mainly addressing the idea that it can be seen as too overwhelming and large and wanky.

It's true there is a lot of it, but the nature of DW is that it's all optional and rather than 40+ series of 100s of episodes you have to work your way through it's just... enough joy just waiting out there for a lifetime, with no need or hurry to catch it all. And the fandom can be wanky at times, but no more than any other, and a lot less than some. I've had more fun and made more friends hanging around in odd little corners of DW than any other fandom.

What is it?

It's a UK science fiction family-aimed show about a mysterious alien known as the Doctor who travels about in a time and space ship (known as the TARDIS).

The ship's exterior is stuck in the shape of a 1950s police box. It's bigger on the inside than the outside, like the show.

It all started in 1963, when two schoolteachers followed a mysterious Doctor's granddaughter Susan home to find out what was up with her weird knowledge, fake address and grandfather who didn't like strangers. In a panic, the Doctor abducted them and took them to the stone age. This worked out so well that the Doctor has continued to travel about with (mostly) human friends ever since. (Not all via kidnapping, though. Just a few of them.)

Together they explore all of space and time and fight monsters and alien invasions, plus many other even weirder things. And then it all ends, and starts again.

It was off-air from 1989-1995 & 1997-2004 and in that time several officially sanctioned runs of comic strips, novels and audios were made. There are also some spin-offs, both on TV and in other media. You can pick up any of these that you want to or not as you please. Or just watch the spin-offs and not watch Doctor Who. If anyone screams, ignore them.

There are also many unofficial fan productions, but you can worry about that later, if you want to.


Who is Doctor Who?

A mysterious traveller in Time and Space known only as the Doctor. Some fans will get very annoyed if you call them "Doctor Who," so you should do that.

The Doctor is a bit of a mix of wizard, wise mentor, or trickster character who's usually a side-character in things, but in this neverending story, they're the hero.

What we know is: They aren't from this planet or time period and they aren't human. They have a granddaughter. They are on the run from someone or something.

Later on, we learn they are probably a Time Lord from the planet of Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterberous. The co-ordinates for it are the same as the DW production office's extension line in the 1970s. In 21st Century Who and some of the Extended Universe (EU), Gallifrey may or may not exist, you may not be able to find it, and/or it may not stay around for long. Maybe none of this is true anyway. We don't know. These are the reasons why people say we have no canon. (This is nice, but not precisely true: all the broadcast episodes are canon. It's just very a flexible, inconsistent and wibbly-wobbly canon, plus you can add or remove any bits of the EU you choose. It doesn't exactly retcon, it embraces the "everything happened somewhere somewhen anyway in a different timeline" approach.)

When the Doctor gets close to death, they can cheat it by means of "regeneration," a process which renews them into a new body with a different personality and dress sense, but they're always the same person deep down. That's why we have lots of different Doctors but they're all still the Doctor. Regeneration is always sad because the old Doctor is dying and you don't want them to go, but two seconds later you are confronted with a shiny new Doctor to learn to love, which is exciting. This conflicting experience is our one staple, other than the TARDIS.


Why are you telling me this giant 60 year old show with hundreds of episodes, novels, audios, comics, whatever, is easy to get into?

Because Doctor Who eternally soft-reboots itself. It started in an era where anthology shows were the norm, and while there is continuity between episodes/stories, each one is set in a different location with new guest characters. You didn't like last week's alien planet? Welcome to Victorian England. Next week: aliens are invading Cardiff or London.

Plus, there's the concept of regeneration. It's always understood that every new Doctor's era will be a fresh start with new fans arriving while some old ones depart grumbling for good, or for a season. Companions arriving or leaving are also a good place to stop and start, and each producer/showrunner's era has a different feel, and those may divide a Doctor's era, or cross more than one Doctor.


So if I want to pick up any individual story in any medium but I don't care about the rest, I can?

Yes!

There are exceptions - some EU material occasionally has some complicated arcs, and from 2005 the TV show has (often 2-3 part) season finales that you might want to get some context on first (or not spoil yourself for if you think you might watch the rest later), but absolutely, yes. In any medium.

If you are curious about one installment for any reason (actor, writer, it just sounds intriguing, whatever) and that's it, go for it! Have fun. Never worry about DW again. \o/


Look, what if I do want to get into it? Where do I start? There are 800+ episodes out there and you've just told me there are hundreds of audios and books as well!

Start anywhere you like! Most of us did. Story that sounds cool, companion you like the look of, Doctor you're most curious about. Start from the beginning. Start at the end.

The only rule is if someone starts wildly insisting you absolutely have to start at any given point or else oh noes, ignore them. There is no reason to be linear about DW unless you want to be.

And, like I said, each individual story and era and Doctor and companion have their ending, so you're not signed up for good unless you want to be.


But I want to do the thing! Where DO I start?

In reverse broadcast order, from 2024 to 1963, here are some stories that are generally recognised as decent jumping in points, where the show changes showrunner or Doctor or has some other significant element of soft-reboot. As I said, though: you really can start anywhere.

Story starting point details )


* Watch every story in chronological order by the date the story is set in rather than broadcast. There are lists around to allow you to do this and a whole book. I am reliably informed (by someone on tumblr who attempted it with the New Who list) that this is the worst way to watch Doctor Who. Perfect for the rebellious/unconventional viewer/listener/reader and very much in the spirit of the show.

I mean, caveat: it IS the worst way to do it and I'm not serious, but it would be very funny. If you attempt this, please liveblog.


* Put every story in a randomiser and watch it that way. Time-wimey, wibbly-wobbly, amiright? Pretty much the method every hiatus fan had to do it in anyway, the randomiser in that case being "which novelisations are in my library," "in which order will BBC release the VHS/DVDs," and "what the BBC feels like repeating every once in a while" or "what gets shown on [insert local appropriate random TV channel here]." Call it being traditional. Also in the spirit of the show.


Basically, DW can be everything and anything and has been by turns, and therefore absolutely all of it is for no one but equally there's almost certainly at least one tiny bit of it that is for you. Canon, such as it is, very flexible. Settle in for life and have fun, or pick up one era or medium or spin-off or episode/serial or book or audio or whatever and never come back again, and everything in between.

(Obviously, for any fellow fans who are about to scream at me - there are arcs and continuity and character growth, right from the very beginning, and, of course, context adds a lot to everything, once you've got it. I'm only saying that the newbie can worry about all that later. Unless they want to worry about it now).

This post is just to say - if you think you would like to try it or whichever individual installment of it you're curious about, then don't be put off solely by the fandom or the size of canon or the confusing nature of it.

Doctor Who is a joyful thing to have in your life and beyond that there are no rules. ♥
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Most of November is already gone, but here is, rather late, my October reading.

New books
How To Solve Your Own Murder by Kristen Perrin. A young woman is called to a meeting with her great-aunt, whom she has never met before. Unfortunately the great-aunt gets murdered and it turns out she was predicted to be murdered as a teenager and has spent her whole life collecting information about the people in the village she lives in. Now her great-niece may inherit everything, if she solves the murder within a certain time frame. I liked the premise, but somehow the book failed to really grip me. I’m not sure why, but it felt like characters and descriptions were a little flat. It seems the book is the first in a series, so I may check out the next one, and see if things improves.

Testimony of Mute Things by Lois McMaster Bujold. Another Penric and Desdemona novella. The last few installments have been chronological, following Penric’s life as a husband and father, but this one took place with Penric in his 20s.. It’s a pretty straightforward murder mystery, but though I always enjoy Bujold's writing, this felt like one of the weaker novellas in the series. Still worth reading, though!

As usual I'm also reading several other books that I haven’t finished yet, but I also stopped reading a book, which I almost never do. Usually I stick to the end even if I don’t think the book is particularly good, because I want to know how it ends, but this one was so bad I couldn’t stomach it anymore. The book in question was Gallows Hill, a horror novel by Darcy Coates. I read Dead Lake by the same author which I thought was ok, and I like the premise of Gallows Hill. A young woman inherits her parents who she hasn’t seen since she was a young child, and doesn’t remember. In fact she doesn’t remember anything since before she came to live with her grandmother, though some strange scars on her body seems to indicate something traumatic must have happened. It turns out she has not only inherited a large and isolated house, but also a winery. And of course strange and sinister things start to happen.

You know, if I was broke, having used up the last of my money to get to my parents funeral, but finds out I had inherited everything, my first course of action would be to have a discussion with the family lawyers where I would explain my situation and see if it would be possible to get some money. Then, before going to the isolated house my parents lived in, I would buy some groceries. Well at the house, being met by a friendly and helpful employee of my parents, I would make sure he showed me the house properly, especially where all the many doors to the outside were located, and to make sure they are locked. Actually, I would probably stay in a motel instead, but now I’m here, and when choosing a bedroom, and I noticed the windows have locked, I would most certainly lock that window. The day after, when I find that someone has left nooses outside the house I would definitely leave, but if I didn’t, I would still make sure my phone batteries were full all the time.

The heroine of this story does none of these things. None! She also doesn’t locate a bathroom until she has stayed in the house for 2 or 3 days. At the point she noticed for the second time that her phone batteries had died, I gave up. I don’t think I have ever read a book with a protagonist so completely devoid of common sense. I mean, people can make stupid decisions, or be forced to, but the whole plot in this book seems to hinge on a protagonist too stupid to live. And who knows, perhaps she dies gruesomely by the end because of her lack of sense. But I couldn’t stomach more than barely half of the book, so I will never know.

Re-reads
Killer by Jonathan Kellerman. Some time ago I mentioned that I’m looking for a crime novel I was absolutely certain was a Jonathan Kellerman book, but when I re-read them, I never found it. In it the protagonist comes into contact with a woman with a small child, father unknown. The woman either disappears, or is found murdered, and the child definitely disappears. The protagonist eventually finds out that the woman has been murdered by the paternal grandfather who has some kind of cult, and the baby has been kidnapped by that family. I have a very distinct memory that the child gets to sleep in a bed looking like a car, a bed that belonged to his father, though the child is otherwise not well treated. It frustrates me so much that I haven’t been able to find that book.

Anyway, I realized that I had actually missed Killer in my re-read, and got a bit excited as the plot starts out somewhat similar. A woman tries to get custody of her niece, claiming her sister is not fit to be a mother. The little girl's father is unknown, but though the mother is a bit flaky, the aunt doesn’t get custody. Soon after the aunt is murdered and the mother and child disappear. At first I thought this actually was the book I was looking for, but the plot was solved in a completely different way. So I’m still frustrated. As Kellerman books goes, this was quite ok, though the ending felt a bit quick and sloppy.

The Alice B. Toklas Cookbook by Alice B. Toklas. I like reading cookbooks. Back when my insomnia was bad, cookbooks were what I read to get sleepy again. I also like cooking and trying out new recipes. This book is more a memoir with recipes than an outright cookbook. Toklas was Gertrude Stein’s life partner, and this book is a non-linear story of their life together, through two world wars, travels and servant woes. The recipes are a reflection of their time, the end of the 19th century and up to 1950, and many, if not most, are very complicated, or featuring ingredients not many eat today. But it’s a fun book.
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I'm back home after two weeks away visiting my family in Australia. The arrival on Saturday morning — into freezing, driving rain and dark skies, after an unpleasant, sleepless, turbulent flight — was a bit of a shock to the system, but sleeping for 11 hours last night, plus coffee and pastries for breakfast this morning have done a lot to help. The garden is waterlogged and austere, but although all the fruit trees now have bare branches, astonishingly some of the flowering plants in the raised beds still have blooms on them.

Australia was the usual whirlwind of family visits (my parents and sisters live in two different states, which obviously necessitates a domestic flight to see my dad, stepmother and three of my sisters, plus I have five aunts — two of whom live in a seaside town an hour or so outside Sydney), catching up with friends, and various other bits and pieces. This time around I also took the opportunity to have a bunch of medical appointments that would likely have been difficult or impossible to get in the UK, and it's ridiculous how astonishing and nice it felt to receive medical care in settings where the doctors, nurses and other health professionals don't seem worn down by austerity and chronic understaffing. My Australian GP is the same one attended by my mum, sister #1, one of my aunts, her husband and adult children, and also both my maternal grandparents when they were alive, and the receptionist knows that all of us are related, and told me how much she loved my grandparents, which was sweet.

Other than friends and family, I have two main priorities when it comes to Australian visits: food, and bodies of water, and I made sure I got my fill of both of them. There is nothing that compares to an Australian cafe brunch, Australian coffee is second to none, and I took every opportunity to indulge in both, as well as eating my body weight in mangoes, which are impossible to get in any good quality in the UK. When in Melbourne, Matthias and I went out for a tasting menu at this incredible place for his birthday, and (at the brilliant suggestion of sister #1) mum, sister #1, Matthias and I spent the first weekend of the trip recouperating from jetlag at this beautiful place, which also involved a couple of delicious dinners and breakfasts, and that — plus a couple of other meals out — meant we were extremely well served on the culinary front.

Bodies of water included many swims with Mum at the best outdoor swimming pool, and the ocean in various guises. I have, of course, documented this secular pilgramage with a photoset here, storing up my memory of these home oceans until the next visit.

Returning to Australia is always psychologically odd, and this trip was no different, but I'm glad to have done it, and glad to have been there at this time of the year. And, above all, I feel immensely grateful for the fact that I'm an immigrant able to return to my country of origin when I want to, rather than having to close that door forever and sever that connection. I may have made the choice to live under different skies and beside different bodies of water, but the seas and skies that made me are always a twenty-four-hour flight away, still within reach.

Pluribus 1.04

Nov. 23rd, 2025 09:31 am
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In which Carol gets pro active, and because this is a Gilligan show, this promptly comes with a moral dilemma.

Spoilers reveal the truth about a couple of things )

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Nov. 23rd, 2025 06:29 pm
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I am back from Japan! I had a great time. Until an overnight flight home that was 10 hours of turbulence, so now I'm tired and in pain. At least I had the good sense to make sure I had a few extra days off work after my flight, so I have time to recover.

Realistically, I am not going to catch up on any social media, and I'm not even going to try.
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Leave me a comment with a fandom I know + pair/group + kink, or just a kink, and I will write a Wanksgiving IV: A New Hope drabble (or more) of smut for you, to be revealed this coming Thursday.

Extra bonus points for scenarios having to do with this year's Wanksgiving theme. But you knew that, didn't you?
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Mayor-Elect Mamdani was asked whether Trump is a fascist, and Trump's response to his hesitation was to say it was fine, and he could say it.

On the same day a bunch of Democrats in the House voted to condemn socialism.

I'm glad this timeline has you in it, dear reader, because the political side of things is driving me bananas.

I'm also glad the timeline has people in it who see this as a great opportunity to get in on the ground floor of a hot new RPS ship. I have zero desire to read the stories, but I love that they exist.

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