Hello my friends!
After being 20 degrees Celsius the other day, today it is snowing and very cold and I’m a real weenie about it. I feel bad for the poor kids who had to go out in the cold on Halloween, but it is usually chilly for Halloween.
I went over to a pal’s house for the holiday and we played Night Trap. We got so into it we nearly missed kids coming and knocking on the door for candy. It was a great time.
It’s Halloween in Dracula too so let’s go back a day.
The other day it was 20 Celsius and today it’s cold as hell. I told myself I’d go do something and get some exercise but instead I stayed inside with my heat on. Probably the wrong choice but I’m a real weenie about the cold.
I ordered a gorgeous copy of Carmilla that arrived in the mail today, so look forward to me adding that to the blog in our Dracula Daily afterparty. I need some fiction to sprinkle in between all the academic papers I need to read in the interests of completionism.
So a couple friends of mine—I want to say they’re “work friends” but we’re all freelancers who live on different parts of the planet and share a discord channel—went to see two different performances of Dracula as a ballet performance. The one in Salt Lake City apparently had Dracula swimming in brides, while the one in Milwaukee had the standard three, and is apparently very spicy. I stole some images from this tumblr that took screenshots of a sexy Dracula/Jonathan pas de deux.
There’s more. Go see for yourself. I kinda miss being in Romania. I encourage everyone reading this to check out their local theatre and ballet shows.
I have no good excuse for why I didn’t write this up sooner, I just didn’t want to have a bunch of entries that were like, “we’re waiting. We’re waiting some more!” The “suspense” is killing me.
I got my flu shot and covid booster at the same time yesterday and I feel like I have a distant and weak flu that is turning me into a cranky baby.
I’m going to blast through all the waiting as fast as possible. I hope you don’t mind.
Good morning friends! Halloween approaches and I’m considering some kind of cheap vampire costume to greet trick-or-treaters with but also I’m sooooo lazy.
Today I went for a long drive around town with my mom and I got tailgated for the first time and when I pulled over to get the guy to go away he flipped me off on the way past and said “fuck you!” It was pretty scary and I was not a fan. But then I had soup so it was okay.
No one in this novel has to deal with mean drivers!
So my cat had diarrhea and while treating the diarrhea he became constipated and thank god I work for a rescue because this could have been a much more expensive affair otherwise. Here’s to Scruffy who successfully pooped this morning and narrowly avoided an enema, and here’s to Halifax Cat Rescue Society, please send them money.
Away we go back in time today to October 4th while mister poopsalot was still pooping a lot and not refusing to poop.
Content warning: discussion of rape and sexual assault. Lots of things in this Let’s Read so far has eroticized dubious consent with Dracula and Jonathan. I’m not doing that today, but I do look really hard how Dracula’s horror monster assault can be seen as real human rape, and reckon with that as it is. I imagine if you’ve read this far you know what you’re in for, but I wanted to warn you just in case.
Falling behind on Dracula Daily! Today is October 7th, which is Thanksgiving Weekend in Canada, which means I’ve got a bunch of social stuff to do on top of my usual work. The great benefits however are that I get to eat a lot.
I did also take Scruffy to the vet on Thursday which was pretty draining. The good news is that the vet isn’t worried about him. Scruffy’s going to get an upgrade in the food department as soon as I can get off my butt to go to PetSmart. He does seem to be feeling better, but more furious with me than ever after the vet trip. Alas.
I’m going to hope I can get through all this massive Dracula day in one go but that might be easier said than done.
Too tired for an intro this morning, let’s gooo
Instead of reading Dracula yesterday as I probably should have, I binge-read Blue Flag and started making chow chow with my friend. After chopping a bunch of onions I went to sleep with a terrible headache and this morning I still have it. It feels like one of those “I had a big cry” headaches. I did cry a bit at the onions.
Anyway, that’s why this post is late. I always forget how busy I am in the fall because of my canning and preserving hobby. This is my first year making chow chow but as everything comes into season suddenly I want to stash it all for the winter and make twelve kinds of jam, and it all has a time limit. I think cooking with seasonal fruit and vegetables is amazing so I like to take full advantage until I have to hunker down with my preserves for the winter.
All that is to say that I want to fully embody the time I exist in, and it’s hard when the present has very time-consuming projects Dracula, jam, pumpkin bread, wine, etc. And Thanksgiving is next weekend! And Seasonal Affective Disorder is out for blood!
This blog is gonna be my part-time job for a few weeks I guess while we haul through the majority of Dracula. Please leave me a tip so I can spend it on bath bombs.
If you have to ask what a reverse harem is, I’m making this joke because anime and such are often replete with a boring anime dude doing nothing of note and ending up with a hundred girlfriends (usually not literally, but they’re all in love with him anyway). Readers unironically call this his “harem.” “Reverse harem” is what happens when the trope is used by a romantic manga for women—one girl and her plethora of male suitors. Again, it usually doesn’t refer to literal polygamy. Usually.
Maybe I should be embarrassed by all this anime knowledge but I do basically read manga for a living.