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Tradition
Team: X-Men
Challenge: XMen100: Costumes
Universe: Comic!verse 316 - Uncanny X-Men 2025
Pairings: Ensemble
Rating: G/K
Warnings/Spoilers: N/A
Notes: In which the Outliers have earned their colors.
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Though even conkers people take seriously apparently: 'King Conker’ cleared of cheating at World Conker Championships (Is nothing sacred?)
However, this sounds like it brings a certain anarchic spirit to the business: ‘Cheating is encouraged’: nut crackers at Peckham’s Conker Championships go for the fun
But apparently the TikTok generation post videos of gently unpeeling them???
The conkers danger is actually a Top Elf'n'Saftee Myff: 10 ridiculous Health and Safety myths debunked.
Am not sure why conkers should be having a moment just now, because they were dropping off the local trees several weeks ago, and are surely now past.
But at least the people playing conkers seem to be having fun: apparently - and counter to all those exhortations to do this thing for the good of your mental health - doing marathons has a downside: One in four endurance runners displays ‘worryingly high’ levels of anxiety and depression.
One wonders how far it's the obsessive dedication as much as any physiological factor that has an adverse effect.
A streak of independence and a curious mind meant trouble. In Martha’s opinion, a woman who spent her time reading was no better than a witch. [loc. 3165]
Prequel to Practical Magic (which I haven't read since the last millennium), The Rules of Magic and The Book of Magic (which I don't think I've read at all), this novel explores the roots of the curse on the Owens women.
The novel begins in Essex, England ('Essex County', hmm) in 1664. Maria is found as a baby, abandoned in the snow, with a crow keeping her company. She's taken in by spinster and wisewoman Hannah Owens, who teaches her the 'Unnamed Arts' -- herbalism, midwifery, and the importance of loving someone who will love you back. These are troubled times, though, and solitary women are suspect: ( Read more... )
Went out this pm: had to make a trip at some point to Institute Whereof I Have The Honour To Be A Fellow to pick up the ID card I muddled the info about where and when to pick up on the day of the welcome reception -
- and discover that due to the systems upgrade in progress which also means a delay in allocating new fellows institutional email addresses, mine has not yet actually been processed anyway, ooops ooops, they will post it to me, much apologies.
So I got in a nice bit of flaneuserie down Alfred Place Gardens as aforementioned herein, and I also, since I was in the area, took in this exhibition: The Word for World: An exhibition and book presenting the maps of Ursula K Le Guin, which I'm not sure I'd have made a special expedition to see, but as it was in an adjacent Bloomsbury Square, fitted in very well.
(Adjacent Bloomsbury Square in which the riffraff do not have access to the central gardens, only keyholders, mutter mutter.)
Nicely done, but I fancy I would have made more of it had I read the works to which the maps related a bit more recently than I have (Le Guin re-reads having been a bit of a back-burner project for a while).
Sometimes he’ll be mopping the floor and listening to a couple of the regulars, and he knows it’s not from now. It’s from before. What’s more, time is supposed to be sequential, right? One thing happening after another. Things further back receding, more recent things feeling, well, more recent. Not for Wayne. [loc. 1637]
The Matter of Britain meets Jilly Cooper! The setting is the medieval town of Abury, in Wiltshire: the characters drink at the Green Knight, where Vern the landlord has an odd agreement -- 'anything you gain you give to me' -- with Wayne the barman. Arthur is a tech billionaire, Lance is a veteran with PTSD, Gwen is an influencer, Mo was adopted from a Bangalore roadside, Morgan is ... vengeful.
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