Thor's Day

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Happy birthday to Helly! *bounces for Helly*

Hello to new reader jadasc!

Medical
Feeling okay. Yoga was harder this morning than it was last time... muscles are tight. I really need to work on doing a bit of yoga first thing in the morning, just because it does start me off with more energy and focus.

Today
Deadline on finalizing panel requests for Arisia, of which I have, um, many. Way too many. Must prune. Also deadline on ordering Halloweenies/Order of the Dragon scents from BPAL. Also day to submit invoice for writing job. So today's plans = write til I collapse, nap, invoice, buy stuff, prune panel requests, dinner with mgrasso. And I have to bake a cake somewhere in there, for lifecollage's bake sale. Cookies can wait til tomorrow.


...hi.

Daily Science
In their experiments, the researchers isolated sperm from Drosophila melanogaster, the common fruit fly, and "chopped" up the proteins into smaller pieces. Subsequent analysis by mass spectrometry, a technique used by chemists to analyze the composition of small molecules, revealed what proteins were present, allowing researchers to determine which genes had been expressed.

They identified 381 proteins in the sperm proteome, a 50-fold increase in the number previously identified. The data revealed that the sperm proteome could be divided into seven broad functional categories. Not unexpectedly, they found that 21 percent of proteins were involved in energetics and metabolism, and nine percent were cytoskeletal proteins. But proteins whose functions were unknown made up a whopping 31 percent of those identified.

Daily BPAL
( The Brides of Dracula, Dr. John Seward, R.M. Renfield, Kindly Moon )

So it looks like the big winners here are Samhainophobia (deep dark forest floor) and Count Dracula (cinnamon and clove 'round the edges of skin-warmed leather). Along with Devil's Night and Samhain, which I've already got bottles of. I liked a bunch of the rest, but don't need bottles of them - imps should do me. Yay!

The perfect gift for Adam.

If only I hadn't already finished shopping for Adam... this would've been perfect.

The Bacon of the Month Club.

...yep.

*whimper*

They're back.



Organic white Volcano Island Honey, harvested from Hawaii's big island, is the highlight of this collection. Each truffle is one half white honey and one half dark chocolate ganache, enrobed in dark chocolate.

Mama wants.

Fenris, the morning after

Part of what I'm getting paid to do is put a ton of Shayara backstory up on my employer's site, using his cool new app. It's a nifty way to illustrate what can be done with the app.

But. Getting paid to write Shayara stuff. How cool is that? :)

Anyway. Some Fenris backstory. Not new - written and posted about a year and a half ago. So it's new to some of you.

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Sunrise, after the Purges, and if this image had a title it would be either "It's over." or "How much of that is yours?"

The foyer of the Library, suffused with early light. Donna standing beside the stairs, looking older than she did when the night began. Hair uncharacteristically down, streaming across her shoulders. Skirts wrinkled from her balling her fists up in them all night.

Fenris, having just walked through the open door.

He looks older, too.

He doesn't know how many Hounds he's killed or wounded tonight.

He doesn't know how many people have died at the hands of the Hounds he and the Kirayth didn't take out, or didn't take out in time.

He knows that the second number is exponentially bigger than the first.

He's worn to the bone, having moved for the last hour-at-least strictly on adrenaline and necessity. His jeans are torn near to shreds. His leather jacket has clearly taken knife damage - the right arm is laid out from shoulder to elbow.

He's bruised and begrimed, but what draws the eye most is the blood crusted on leather and denim, on the hair that's escaped his ponytail to drift around his face, on his neck and jawline, crackling slightly when he swallows.

You don't see the lost and broken look in his eye unless you know him well, as well as Donna. You see the hardened warrior. But he does not want you to see his grief.