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Pumpkin Autumn Challenge 2025

Encore une fois, je le fais seulement avec de la BD !
Si vous avez des BD (comics, manga, etc) qu'il faut que je lise, et qui collent aux thèmes, allez-y ! Si c'est du webcomic que je peux lire gratuitement, c'est encore mieux !

AUTOME FRISSONNANT

Monster Mash (Halloween - Créature - Classique - Comédie - Danse)

Seriez-vous capable de l'arrêter ? (Thriller - Enquête - Suspense - Identité - Philosophie - Paradoxe - Manga)

Ceux qui ignorent qu'ils n'existent pas (Fatalité - Deuil - Esprit - Fragment - Secret - Combat - Peintresse - Art - Oeuvre française)

Les songes maudits de Carmilla (Vampire - Manoir - Nuit - Surnaturel - Gothique - Horreur - Nouvelle)

AUTOMNE EXTRAORDINAIRE

La Bonne Auberge de la Pierre Levée (Fantasy - Quête - Médiéval - JDR - Livre dont vous êtes le héros - Voyageur - Musique)

Chaudron, Foudre, et Clair de Lune (Fantastique - Magie - Sorcière - Potion - Infusion - Herboristerie - Amour - Famille)

Le Cercle de la Com'thé (Fête - Gourmandise - Récomfort - Joie - Diversité - Singularité - Empathie - Vivre ensemble)

Latte : Une variations sophistiquée et crémeuse (Une couverture aux couleurs d'un latte à la cannelle et à la cardamome, marron, beige)

AUTOMNE RAYONNANT

Je ne couperai pas mes cheveux, je ne parlerai pas moins fort (Mythologie - Chasseresse - Liberté - Emancipation - Féminisme)

Ma meilleure ennemie (Dualité - Hiérarchie - Inégalité - Résistance - Rebelle - Sacrifice - Enemies to lovers - Steampunk)

Pour nous qui avons besoin de souffler (Nature - Ecologie - Conscience - Espoir - Paix - Poésie - Solarpunk)

Rester tout le temps avec Brindille (Amitié - Animaux - Soin - Aventurière - Changement - Jeunesse - Bande dessinée)

Not Doing

Turning away from the news. I'll look at it another day, to see if there is any difference between this summer's 'Stop the boats' and the old Irish/Black/Asian/Gay bewwwaaaaare nonsense of yesteryear. Not expecting much.

It's strange to me that those teeny FB reels of Game of Thrones are so much better than the series. Google tells me the whole thing was about 67 hours long. If you put all the best bits together I reckon there's a fine trilogy to be made, each about three hours at most. A different ending might be needed cos Bran the Boring did not making for a thrilling finale.

Drawn by the presence of two impressive GOT actors, I tried The Rig, but not for long. If I wanted badly written horror I'd go back to And Just Like That.

Watched The Fall by Tarsem. Hmm. It belongs to a genre I don't quite have a name for, something like but not exactly a successor to Magical Realism. The Fisher King is one, as is Big Fish and The Adventures of Baron Munchausen. While I love this kind of film, they're often just too long.

The Fall suffers from the same problem. It's not like anything else, differing even from others in the same category, and it's much more clever than say Munchausen. But is it just a well crafted pile of rubbish? Still not sure. This is the trailer. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZtQH_cwTOw

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Challenge 196: Rainbow Pass-It-On - Voting

Thank you very much to all the participants, there are almost a hundred great entries!

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Miss Congeniality

If there's a more accomodating person on this planet than Ghislaine Maxwell, I can't imagine who it is. If her interview is to be taken seriously, everyone's lovely and utterly innocent except possibly some De Rothschild person and Sarah Ferguson. The DR mention sounds like red meat for alt right conspiracy theorists and Sarah Ferguson is a known grifter so hey, suddenly the Royal Family and the inhabitants of the White House are sparkling clean. Or would be if we didn't already know that this whole episode is to move public focus away from that hit series in the making, The Epstein Files.

I can believe they don't exist, cos all that information in one place would be a stupid thing to keep, the kind of information that could get one ki - oh wait.

While ledgers and accounts would undoubtedly exist somewhere, I'd be very surprised if a man with this much to hide lumped all his information together or kept everything, incriminating or otherwise, in one set of notes/disc/USB drive/data set. That feels like a movie to me.

Can't kill a conspiracy theory, so this is a way to deflect its course. What wouldn't Maxwell do for a pardon or shortened sentence? Also, regarding Andrew, there's no point Maxwell claiming that she couldn't see them getting on, because we have the footage and Andrew's own words on the matter. They 'got on' all right. That payout to Virginia Giuffre was pretty generous for an innocent man, and if it was meant to act as damage limitation it did not work. Whether it's a Chinese spy, a trafficked sex worker, or a bloody great house mysteriously paid for, Andrew seems incapable of doing anything without taint.

As for blaming testosterone for Epstein's behaviour, is this woman not a sad strange crawling thing? Ugh.

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The Performing Arts 6: Play

Posted by Brenda Clough

https://bookviewcafe.com/the-performing-arts-6-play/

https://bookviewcafe.com/?p=19306

We’re told that Carl Jung said, “The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect, but by the play instinct, acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves. ”

This is precisely right. On the page the play may be less easy to see. Probably it’s because writing involves words, which inevitably drags in boring brain stuff like vocabulary, grammar, and sentence structure. But the performance arts, acting and music and singing, are very close to play. Improv is familiar because we all did it in kindergarten, on the playground: Let’s be the Avengers, okay? You be Iron Man, and I have the trash can lid, I’ll be Captain America!

The whole point of improv is that there is no script. There may or may not even be words. There may be a general idea — act like a tree! But no one will tell you how to act like a tree. And when you do it, it can’t be put described. You just do it.

There’s probably an improv theater near you somewhere (google will guide you) where you can watch this done. Some of the great comedy groups of our time are comedy improv groups — the best known one may be the actors of Saturday Night Live. All their stuff begins in improv, riffing on current events or internal creativity. It didn’t begin on paper. It began with a bunch of actors playing, pretending to be newscasters or the vice president or aliens with paper cones on their heads.

And that’s how an actor creates a character — how Dustin Hoffman created Benjamin Braddock, or how Benedict Cumberbatch became the Creature in Frankenstein. The actor reads the script and studies the role. How would you act, if you were not born but created last night in a Swiss lab by Victor Frankenstein? And then … Cumberbatch played with it. He used his body to embody it, and we believe.

Watch just the first few minutes of the National Theatre production here, as the Creature is born and comes to unnatural life, flopping out of its artificial womb. The central nervous system hooks up to the limbs, as he lies there on the stage, twitching. Gradually control increases, as the Creature totters to its feet. He doesn’t say a word — the Creature hasn’t come to words yet — but you can see his struggle.

It’s uncanny and yet real. View that clip, and then look up, at the engraving at the top of this post. It depicts this exact same moment. You see the difference? What you’re seeing, my dears is the theater. Something that was never there, never alive, appears before us. No wonder it was part of religious worship, when they invented it in classical Greece. This is a scary power.

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Aten't ded yet

Things what have been happening:

A. My mom is an epic stress demon -- this deserves its own post but teal dear (or I guess TL;DW since it's not written up yet) early stages of dementia plus physical complications plus denial plus verbal aggression ... on top of the normal "treating me like I'm a teenager" and "calling multiple times a day" -- and I'm kind of boiling alive because stress and uncertainty

B. Speaking of boiling, today was the third day over 100F. Even with air conditioning and fans and cooling towels, it's way too hot

C. I have no sense of time any more. Everything is somehow too fast and too slow.

D. My brain is perpetually convinced I'm forgetting shit. Occasionally I actually am. But I'm basically living in perpetual anxiety.

E. Also I'm training new aides, which always sucks even when they're good

F. Phoebe is still cute af. So is Loki. The two of them are the only things keeping me halfway sane. If I can remember tomorrow I'll upload pictures.

From another forum...

A man walks into a bar.

Sitting on the bar is this old antique looking oil lamp.

What's this? the man queries to the barkeep.

"I dunno", answered the barman. "I guess the last person sitting there must have left it."

The man turns to the lamp, looking at it, and noticed a couple of spots on it. He picks it up and tries to polish the spots off with his shirt sleeve and then poof...

A cloud of smoke emits from the lamp then a genie appears.

Like all genies his opening line is, "I will grant you three wishes."

After recovering from his surprise, he thinks for a few minutes, then says, "Turn Greg Abbott into a woman, 8-months pregnant, confined to a small house with no AC or electricity and not a working refrigerator because the Texas power grid is failing in 104-degree heat."

The genie turned to the man with a wry smile and says, "This one is on me."

New Cover: “Yellow”

Posted by John Scalzi

https://whatever.scalzi.com/2025/08/24/new-cover-yellow/

https://whatever.scalzi.com/?p=56947

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Many years ago, I had a dream and that I was singing “Yellow” by Coldplay while accompanying myself on guitar, and eventually a crowd surrounded me and sang along. When the song was done, I looked to the assembled crowd and said how wonderful it was that we were all singing along. And someone said, “we weren’t singing along with you. We were trying to drown you out.”

Anyway, here’s me singing “Yellow” by Coldplay. And yes, I played guitar on it. So there!

— JS

https://whatever.scalzi.com/2025/08/24/new-cover-yellow/

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Today's Adventures

Today we went down to Effingham for the Oddities Market at the Thelma Keller Convention Center, hosted by Hazel-Jayne Crystals & Gifts. We still have not made it back to the actual Hazel-Jayne and want to do so.

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Texts From Superheroes

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I have been having fun doing whatever I feel like doing

I took a week off from work. Honestly, I really needed it. It's been nice to do whatever I wanted. So... here's what I did this week!

Monday and Tuesday: I took a 2-day first aid course! I've never done any kind of first aid training, and have wanted to for years; it's been consistently on my resolutions list for like a decade. Previous job kept saying they'd pay for it and then pulling out of the deal before anything was formalized. Anyway, I decided to Just Do It. Very glad I did! I learned some super interesting things! Hopefully will never have to use any of it, but ya never know. :V

Wednesday: I took care of some Obnoxious Adult Tasks, following up on that thing I had to deal with last month when I had to get up at 5:45 AM to phone a call centre before work*. Since I didn't have to go to work, I didn't have to get up at ass o'clock to do this followup call! :V I also did some reading, had coffee with my parents, went for a massage, and cooked some curry.

Thursday: Tried out a new cake recipe - this one my mom found on youtube: Italian Lemon Cream Cake. I was originally supposed to make it for her birthday, but it was too hot to use the oven that week. Anyway, the recipe is all right. Mom really loved it, but I think it needs a few tweaks. Going to use either full-fat Greek yogourt or sour cream next time; the cake part needs some zest and possibly 4 tbsp lemon juice rather than 3; and the pan that I use will require 40-45 minutes in the oven. It's a nice recipe overall though, and I'm glad I gave it a try.

Friday: Took care of a few chores, then went down by the river to do some plein air painting. Had a good time! Not so sure about what I painted, but eh, I'm still figuring it out. (The techniques I was trying this time were probably better for acrylic tbh). Saw some birds and some chipmunks, got a sunburn, enjoyed chilling out and doing nothing much. Picked up some stuff at the library while I was at it, since that was nearby. Aaand watched a movie in the evening. (Film was The Woman in the Yard. The trailer was interesting but the movie was not. It was solidly meh.)

Saturday (Today): Did some chores. Intended to meet up with someone for coffee, but they cancelled on me, so instead I went home and worked on my IIBB fic. I'm like 1/3rd of the way through the line edits now, and feeling very so-so about this story, but at least it's getting done. In the evening, chilled out with some wine and watched C'è ancora domani|There's Still Tomorrow, which was an interesting and somewhat artsy film set in postwar Italy; it didn't feel heavy even though it was exploring some heavy themes such as sexism and domestic abuse (and probably also some historical issues that I would need more context for - politics were very present in the background). I'm still digesting it. Beautifully shot movie btw, worth a look if you enjoy cinematography.

I've been having a very good time doing really nothing much. I truly wish I did not have to go back to work on Monday, but. Well. It is what it is. :V

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Cosplay all day

I headed to Logan OH (in the Hocking Hills) for the Medieval Fest. I didn't really know what to expect but for my 15$ to get in, I got my money's worth. It was at a medium sized county fairgrounds and they were going to have jousting (I saw horses) and other fighting displays but not until late afternoon and I knew I wouldn't be there.

Other than that it was a very nice collection of vendors. I got lots of gifts for the holidays. there was even a dude with leather flyswatters on preserved branches (that made me think of other things because I'm a perv), someone with ube cookies (forgot to go back to her) No less than 3 tea people (bought from two) In fact I was busy asking evil little dog and Betty which one of you got me on the druid Garden's email list and then I saw him today and I'm like oooooh no it was ME (and the renn fest) I got three from him. Made an error so now two of the them will be gifts. I got myself Strawberry Solstice which is fruity and caffeine free for late nights.

I did not buy any jewelry (there wasn't all that much of it other than some chain mail stuff which isn't my jam). Several pagan things though, the woman who makes the mushroom necklaces brought both of her ducks this time (one I hadn't seen before is a cross beak, poor thing), two stone people (I don't need no more rocks) no glass vendors, lots of leather vendors (was very tempted). Didn't go into the pub. DID get an apple cider slushie with homemade caramel. Did get drawn in by a wood laser carver who had star trek stuff. I was running through there basically screaming take my money.

I wore my brand new medical blue shirt from TNG which I've only worn once before to Rathacon. It went over SO well. Literally everyone complimented me on it (and one young lady was super excited by my husk and angel dust purse charms and another vendor loved the hand made purse) I wore it because I was also going to the Star Trek clothing exhibit at the Decorative Arts Center of Lancaster OH (about 20 miles away).

And there was a plant salesperson. I do not need a plant. I now own a hanging plant related to the Wandering Dude (Tradescantia Zebrina, yes the one they used to call the Wandering Jew and no longer do for the obvious antisemtic reasons). This one is tiny and pinky-purple called Baby Bunny Bellies (Tradescantia chrysophylla) Also she was super eager to come help in my university's greenhouse if we wanted her to.

Also there was a lady who had her bearded dragon girl in a crocheted neck ruff for the medieval days. So cute.

The only downside was food. There were really only three places with 'lunch' a BBQ pork truck (I don't eat pulled pork), pizza and gyro. (The other food trucks were that mini donut place I always go to, a lemonade truck and an ice cream truck) I got the gyro. I put on a napkin bib so no taziki sauce would drip on my new shirt.

Instead the foil wrapped pita leaked about a 1/4 cup of oil ALL over me (and my car's seat since I sat in there to cool down). I was stunned. Gyros generally aren't oily. I don't know why this one was. It hit my black mini skirt/skort and literally the entire belly part of my shirt is now an oil stain. I about cried. I wanted to go home but a) this is about 55 miles from me b) it's the last week for ST.

I sucked it up and drove to Lancaster. I've never been there (other than to drive by it). Found the place easily in the historic museum district. I even managed to parallel park going down a steep hill and in between two other cars (mostly because the spots were big enough for full sized trucks) The museum is free (5$ donation preferred). They went all out. They even painted the Star Trek emblem on the bathroom stalls and elevator doors and Uhura was on the door for the ladies room.

They had two floors of stuff that the docent swore was all sourced by them and wasn't part of a traveling show. 'Every three months we change exhibits and repaint even the walls' I tried explaining this to my parents and dad goes off about how much of a waste that was without letting me finish. They paint the walls to be PART of the exhibit. Whatever.

I saw a lot of stuff, some original set worn outfits (saw more of those in Indy at least from the original show) but a lot was from the later movies, including the one with Chris and Zachary. I thought it was really cool. They didn't just give out Star Trek lore but also since this was a decorative arts museum, gave a lot on the fashion designers.

As I left I rolled past the glass museum I didn't know existed until yesterday (they do glass blowing classes) so I know where that is AND the bar I wanted to go to the 1890 Ale tavern (I didn't stop today between the parking situation and my trashed shirt) And learned this is where General William Tecumesh Sherman's home is (for the Civil War buffs) I knew it was around but didn't realize this is where it is. (I should take TH there as a thank you for that clock)

Instead of taking me home a back way it took me back to Logan first. So I looked for the other place I was going to eat lunch and should have (but didn't because it was like 1230 and I wanted to get to the museum which is only open for like 3 hours) I found 58 West distillery without issue (lots of parking) but still didn't go in (trashed shirt).

Came home and tried to get my room in Dayton. Online it showed no rooms on Friday. I called the hotel I wanted. It DID have rooms but not the price that was online. Sigh. I booked it and will look again to see if I can find a Wyndham instead of the Hilton (I'm a Wyndham member. Mom's the Hilton one) So that's next weekend planned.

And then talking to the parentals, the power goes out (I assume someone hit a transformer) I went outside. Neighbors (new ones) came to talk to me until it got dark. I sat and wrote on my

fandomtrumpshate story (instead of the

wipbigbang Owl house story since that one was hand written and I couldn't read it in the dark). Got 2K in 2 hours (and drained 65% of the battery, so much for a 10 hour battery) I hope the person likes this. It has more than a cameo of some other characters.

Was just regretfully opening windows (so humid) and crawled into bed at 11 since I was tired and boom. Wasn't even lying flat when I saw the power come on...and since I'm super tired now, I'll answer everyone tomorrow since I didn't have power to do so today and I'll post pictures another day, sorry.

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Unexpected visit

I got up at 9:00 for my Al=anon meeting. There was STILL NO HOT WATER!!! So I took another damn cold shower, after having breakfast and coffee. Then I dressed and took the 28 bus to the meeting.

It was a very good meeting, and larger than last week. Afterward I went to the diner, and got my usual, a bacon, egg, and cheese on a croissant and an iced coffee. And then I took the 13 and 12 buses home.

I got in, and had just signed in to Zoom at the Starsky and Hutch chat, when my phone rang. It was

mashfanficchick wanting to know if I wanted to come over and play D&D with zer and Theo. Ze picked Theo up from his camp bus today, and tomorrow is flying back to Ohio with him, but today they had free time.

So I typed a message in the Zoom chat that I had meant to stay but something came up and I logged out and packed up my Players Handbook in a backpack and headed over.

Spoiler alert, no D&D actually got played, though I did make up what is the barebones of a character I might use.

But we hung out and Theo was cute. We had dinner from Dominos, I had the chicken Alfredo pasta. Then after that we wnt to a local park for a little bit. We discovered that the park has a Little Free Library, so we went through that.

I Teamed the FWiB from my phone, and then Theo declared he wanted to go back, so I Teamed and walked. Got to the apartment and stayed on for awhile.

Finally it was time to go home. The Uber was more expensive than usual, maybe because of the US Open this week? I don't know.

The Kid texted, she is home safely from upstate and all is well.

I fed the pets and started here. And that's all.

Gratitude List:

1. The FWiB.

2. The Kid home safe.

3. Had a chance to see

mashfanficchick before ze left for Ohio.

4. Had a chance to see Theo.

5. My meetings and the people there.

6. Little Free libraries.

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Daily Happiness

1. Got a decent farmer's market haul this morning. The lemonade place did not forget their lemonade twice in a row, and they've added some flavors, too, so I got a yellow watermelon lemonade (not sure if it will actually taste any different to the regular red one) and a cucumber lemonade. I did drink the latter already and it was a bit disappointing as it was too chunky for my liking, but the flavor was good.

2. It was hot today but aside from my trip to the farmers market in the morning (I went right when they opened at eight but it was so muggy and gross already) we stayed in the house and kept relatively cool.

3. Ever since we had the pizza pockets with cajun ranch dip at DCA, we've been on the lookout for that kind of sauce in the store and could not find any, but the other day Carla finally did find some (Hidden Valley Kickin Cajun Blackened Ranch) and we got pizza tonight and it was perfect!

4. Look at this little face!

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Timeshares and Time Travel

The Whaler Back when I was in high school, my parents bought a timeshare in Kaanapali, Maui, Hawaii. I visited a lot when I was in high school and my first years in college. After that, it was mostly my parents place (and, for the longest time, they rented out the two weeks to friends of theirs). For the longest time, the last time we were there was right after our wedding, in 1985. After my folks passed on, the unit and interval passed to me. We would go occasionally, but usually we just deposited the interval with Interval International, and just went somewhere in driving distance of Los Angeles. In other words: Las Vegas (in the summer), Scottsdale (in the summer), Tucson (in the summer), Palm Desert (in the summer), and occasionally, Escondido (in the summer). We were last in Maui for our 30^th wedding anniversary in 2015. This year, being our 40^th, we had the occasion to visit again.

I bring this up because this timeshare is different than most of the timeshares we visit. Other timeshare—the Grand Chateau Marriott in Las Vegas, the numerous Marriott complexes in Palm Desert in Scottsdale or Palm Desert, the Welk Resort in Escondido—they all feel like glorified hotel rooms (because they are). There is no sense of other owners; no sense of the folks with whom you share the space. The closest we came was many years ago when we exchanged for the Palm Springs Golf and Tennis Club.

Here, it is different. There is a closet shared with the owners of the other intervals. Each interval leaves a box of (non-perishable) stuff for their next visit. The box is a timecard of your last visit. Mine still has 3 sets of playing cards that my parents used, together with stationary and envelopes. We’ll add more for our next visit: dry measure cups and kitchen supplies and such.

People leave appliances for other owners. We’ve found, at the top of shelves, rice cookers and french presses, and thermal mugs and all such. You pass it forward instead of being possessive and shipping it back. People do the same with beach supplies. Interval owners are a family—I remember that there used to mixers each intervals for the owners to meet each other. I didn’t see one scheduled when we were there; perhaps they have passed by the wayside.

The people here are a family. We get a weekly newsletter about what is happening with the TIO (Time Interval Owners) and the AOAO (Apartment Owners Association). We know the staff. We see the constant upkeep of the grounds. We learn what is happening in the community. This doesn’t happen with those timeshares where you just buy points to use somewhere else; where the point is just to get some timeshare to get into the system. This isn’t the type of timeshare where people want to sell. This is family.

Way in the back of a cabinet where people leave games and puzzles, I found a notebook: The people of XXX (where XXX is our unit). This was clearly something my dad had put together for each interval to put pictures of their family, perhaps their address. People put in menus and comments on them (and my dad’s distinctive handwriting was all over the place—he really was the outgoing people person). I was probably buried back there, and none of the owners have updated it perhaps since the 1990s. But there was a picture of my parents in there, as well as a picture of my dad and his next wife (my stepmother who just passed away). It was this remarkable time capsule of my parents; a bit of time travel that brought back memories of summer on Maui as a teen. Remember—this was 50 years ago!

Finding that notebook reminded me how special this place it. Perhaps, now that I’m retired, we’ll brave the 5+ hour flight to come out here more years.

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okay so school began on Wednesday and is going as reasonably as can be expected for both kids and maybe more details later but mostly I am writing this to say that for the three days school has been in session E has been talking up Blood on the Clocktower to anyone who will listen, and (with some parental assistance in texting other parents (1)) tonight, Saturday, there were until now NINE kids (not counting E, who is leading the game) in our house. (Now there are eight, see next paragraph.) Apparently E's drive to play BotC is so strong that it plowed right through both of our anxieties about hosting what is basically a math club party.

fortified with pizza and a ton of snacks as well as cookies E made, these kids have now enthusiatically agreed to play their THIRD game of BotC (well, one kid left, he seemed to really enjoy the first two games, but he is an introvert and I think he got tired of peopling) so I would say it has been a resounding success?? like what even happened here??

although who knows whether the parents will let their kids come again, in the parental texts I mentioned a couple of hours and it will probably end up being about 4 hours total lol. fortunately it is the first weekend of school so no one has a ton of commitments yet

note for myself: for this number of kids, each game has been taking about an hour (E is unsurprisingly a very good game runner ("Storyteller") who keeps them on time), but it took probably half an hour to leisurely go through the rules and answer the plethora of questions, and two kids were half an hour late

(1) apparently it's OK to text or email kids that one has talked to, but weird when one hasn't talked to them in a long time, like over the summer. but it's okay if your mom texts their mom