delphipsmith: (grinchmas)
Reveals are up at hoggywartyxmas, so I can now own up to this:

Title: Love Hides in Familiar Faces (on LJ) (on AO3)
Rating: G
Word Count: ~4300
Summary: Even in the darkest of times, there are still glimpses of light. Fortunately for the few who are still awake within the walls of Hogwarts at half-past eleven on this Longest Night, one need not know a tale in order to be part of it.

I was extremely honored to have my fic chosen to open the fest. Many thanks to all the readers for their lovely comments, and to [personal profile] therealsnape for hosting another fabulous Hoggy Warty Christmas!
delphipsmith: (grinchmas)
Christmas Day, so once again we made my great-grandmother's egg nog to take to my sister-in-law's. With 4 pints of half-and-half, bourbon rum AND brandy, this is high-calorie and high-test, but oh so very good. I am now having a mug and getting caught up on [ profile] hoggywartyxmas and [ profile] sshg_giftfest -- happy happy joy joy!

Here's hoping that all of you had whatever sort of day you wanted, doing whatever you wanted to do, with the companionship you wanted most. Hugs and happy holidays!

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delphipsmith: (trust_snape)
My gift posted today over at [ profile] hoggywartyxmas and oh, my, is it a thing of wonder. If you like stories that break your heart and then put it back together again in a most satisfying and lyrical manner, please take a moment to go and read:

Through the Spiral of the Years
delphipsmith: (thinker)
Two recent memes which amuse me because they make you rethink your frame of reference:

Christmas )

Indiana Jones )
delphipsmith: (KellsS)
My gift has posted over at [ profile] sshg_giftfest, and it is stellar. I don't know who the Mystery Author is (though I have a suspicion), but they've got a magic quill, whoever they are. Run, do not walk, to this delightful tale of a novel come to life and a bit of Christmas cheer which totally made my night :)

A Gifting of Book Wyrms
delphipsmith: (GotMilk)
[ profile] mywitch has embarked on 25 days of fan art. Today she picked MY prompt, and gave me half-dressed Lucius. Go. See. Marvel.

Hubba hubba!
delphipsmith: (GryffSlyth)
This. That is all.
delphipsmith: (grinchmas)
Because it's never too soon to start thinking about the holidays :)

Art by [ profile] sanrodri, used with permission. <3
delphipsmith: (grinchmas)
Reveals are up over at [ profile] hoggywartyxmas so I can now own up to being the author of The Spoof is in the Pudding, a wizardy riff on "The Night Before Christmas, in which Hagrid and Flitwick eat too much fruitcake with surprising results while Severus and Minerva exeunt, pursued by a waltz.

I was thrilled that my poem was one of the opening day posts for the fest, and I have been truly overwhelmed by the number of positive comments that my little rhyme received. In particular, my recipient [ profile] mmadfan said that the poem brightened her day twice when she was feeling under the weather. I cannot imagine a higher compliment :)

[ profile] hoggywartyxmas always has superlative offerings, and the writers and artists this year really outdid themselves. Thanks to the mods for running it yet again, and I am already looking forward to next year!
delphipsmith: (all shall be well)
Antonio Gramsci did not like New Year's Day:

I want every morning to be a new year’s for me. Every day I want to reckon with myself, and every day I want to renew myself. No day set aside for rest. I choose my pauses myself, when I feel drunk with the intensity of life and I want to plunge into animality to draw from it new vigor...No spiritual time-serving. I would like every hour of my life to be new, though connected to the ones that have passed. No day of celebration with its mandatory collective rhythms, to share with all the strangers I don’t care about. Because our grandfathers’ grandfathers, and so on, celebrated, we too should feel the urge to celebrate.

And there is something to be said for that. But I still love New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, with its feeling of freshness and potential. I think there is something good about choosing a specific time to reflect on what has passed and what is to come, and to think seriously about how one hopes to shape the next twelve months of one's life.

We had a lovely, mellow New Year's Eve finishing up our Firefly marathon and then watching the first Star Wars movie. Both made us rather melancholy, Firefly because it was cancelled so early and so abruptly, with so many stories left untold, and Star Wars because they all look so damn young. Still, it was great fun to watch the young and dashing Han Solo swash his buckles across the galaxy, and cheer for Captain Reynolds and crew as they fight their way through Reavers to get the truth out about Miranda. It occurred to us both that Captain Reynolds bears more than a passing resemblance to Captain Solo, even down to the stripes on his trousers. And of course the aforementioned dashingness. Big damn heroes, both of them.

The last eighteen months have been a real roller-coaster for me and mine, and I am devoutly hoping that 2016 will be a more serene period. I also hope to do more writing -- yes, I say this every year, and so far have failed, but that doesn't mean I give up on it as a goal. I also plan to take a page from [ profile] teddyradiator's book: "to keep my zen, to play more, and to cherish my friends."

Many hugs and warm wishes to all for the new year!
delphipsmith: (save the liver)
We had some friends over yesterday with their kids for wine and chili (the grownups) and cookie decorating (the kids). One of the Parental Units got into the action and created this lol:

delphipsmith: (books-n-brandy)
I have never actually had a hot buttered rum. Perhaps I should try one.

You Are Hot Buttered Rum

You are easygoing and pleasant. You are a good party guest.

You are content to sit back and observe. You tend to keep your opinions mostly to yourself.

You are quietly sophisticated and classy. You know better than to make waves.

You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant. Your mind is a weapon, and you're able to solve any puzzle.

What Holiday Cocktail Are You?

delphipsmith: (BA beta)
Today is the first International Fanworks Day!! Created by the Organization for Transformative Works (the folks who brought us AO3), it's a day to celebrate the creativity that abounds in fandom. Both The Mary Sue and AO3 have great suggestions for how to celebrate it, so pour yourself a glass of wine, pat yourself on the back, and enjoy!
delphipsmith: (Sir Patrick Captain)

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delphipsmith: (grinchmas)
There are many family tales about this egg nog, from the time my grandmother's minister stopped by on Christmas Day and nobody noticed his nine-year-old son was slurping down mug after mug, to the story of my great-grandfather and his friends going caroling round the neighborhood with a massive jug of the stuff to fortify themselves, getting more and more festive as they went. For the last several years I've made it Christmas Eve after we get home from celebrating with one half of Mr Psmith's family, and we take it with us the next morning when we go celebrate with the other half.

This is the noggiest damn nog you will ever find, and it's AWESOME:


6 eggs, separated
2 c sugar
1-1/2 c. bourbon
3/4 c. rum
3/4 c. brandy
3 pints heavy cream
1 pint milk

Beat egg yolks until pale and lemony. Add sugar slowly, beating well. Add booze gradually, continuing to beat slowly. You will need to scrape the bottom of the bowl several times, since sugar doesn't melt well in cold stuff. Finally, add the cream and milk slowly, continuing to stir (I usually do this last bit by hand rather than with a mixer). Pour into a large pot with a lid and place in the freezer for at least 12 hrs.

Shortly before serving, beat the egg white until soft peaks form. Fold gently into the egg/cream/booze mixture. Ladle into mugs, sprinkle with cinnamon and/or nutmeg, and enjoy (but be wary!).
delphipsmith: (grinchmas)
"I am the ghost of Christmas Future Perfect Subjunctive: I will show you what would have happened were you not to have changed your ways!"


I am nearly caught up on [ profile] mini_fest, planning to work my way through [ profile] sshg_giftfest over the weekend (some lovely stories over there, go see!), and eagerly anticipating the opening of [ profile] hoggywartyxmas in just a few days.

This weekend I hope to also get books shipped out to everyone who claimed one in the Great Book Giveaway of 2014. Still a few left for you last-minute shoppers!

I am embarking on a nice, leisurely reread of The Hobbit and Lord of the Rgins Rings ('rgins' heh heh) as my holiday read. It's been a few years since I did this, and I can feel that it's time again. "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit..."
delphipsmith: (julia)
So, Thanksgiving was awesome this year. We hosted it, as we have for the past six or seven years, so the house was full of food, family, yummy smells, conversation, etc. Ten people, with three of them age nine or younger and one older one hard of hearing, made for a rather high volume, but a good time was had by all. And I'm getting better and better at doing things ahead of time -- this year I was actually able to sit down and watch some of the Macy's parade, go me!

We had a bit of drama over the turkey, though. Mr Psmith had suggested we get a heritage turkey this year, having read wonderful things about them, so we ordered one in early November. It was supposed to arrive Tuesday via Fed Ex. Late Tuesday morning we get a call from the turkey people saying that our turkey had flown the coop: Fed Ex couldn't find it. So they were sending out another one that would arrive on Wednesday, but that it might be a little bigger since they were out of the size we ordered.

So all day Wednesday while I'm cooking, I'm alternating between Nightmare A, in which the replacement turkey never arrives and I have to venture out and scrounge a stunt turkey, and Nightmare B, in which the replacement arrives and is a 30-lb monstrosity that won't fit in my oven and will take six hours to cook.

Happily, Fed Ex rang our doorbell at 2:47 pm with a 17.6-lb bird, so tragedy was averted. Interestingly, it was a noticeably different shape, lacking the enormous breasts of the standard Broad-Breasted White (what most stores carry) and with much larger thighs. The more equal white-to-dark-meat ratio means it cooks slightly faster and more evenly. And WOW did it turn out amazing! They recommend a very simple preparation since heritage turkeys are very juicy and flavorful, so I rubbed butter and herbs under the skin which I've never tried before (this video was very helpful). The meat-eaters in the group voted it highly tasty, and I got FOUR CUPS of juice out of it for gravy. Normally I get one, if I'm lucky.

Mr Psmith's youngest brother brought his girlfriend E. who is a vegetarian, so there were two of us at the table this year. Since I'm a vegetarian, everything in the meal except for the turkey itself and Mr Psmith's Grandma N's giblet stuffing is meat-free, and E. kept saying how nice it was to have so much she could eat :) Also, she shares my aversion to an empty wine glass which makes her a girl after my own heart. She's been around for a year now and we have hopes that she may be a keeper!

Here is a partial transcript of my five-year-old nephew's conversation:

11:33am: "Can we have pie now?"
11:52am: "Where's the pie?"
12:10pm: "Is it time for pie yet?"
12:30pm: "Pie?"
12:36pm (as I'm taking the turkey out of the oven): "Wow, that's a really big chicken!!"

He also got hold of a pack of post-its and amused himself writing notes and sticking them on his chest: PINCH ME, POKE ME, KICK ME. My favorite was HUG ME.

There were some tough moments, since it was the first big holiday for us without Mr Psmith's brother, and sister-in-law A cried a bit, but it was good to all be together.

On another traditional note: I'll be doing my Christmas bookshelf-weeding and giveaway again this year. I'm compiling the list now and will post it probably this weekend. I do enjoy doing this -- it's such fun to send books to good homes :)
delphipsmith: (grinchmas)
I got this from [ profile] ladyoneill and it's...a little creepy how good it is. Is it harvesting my LJ tags? No, because some of the words aren't my tags. Is it sucking in the text of all my entries and digesting them? Trolling my goodreads shelves? Reading my mind? Number 5 in particular kind of weirds me out. But yeah, this is all TOTALLY me :)

Except for the fact that it mentions only FOUR BOOKS. That's just wrong.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, delphipsmith sent to me...
Twelve pitrys drumming
Eleven pyttans piping
Ten squibstress a-leaping
Nine libraries dancing
Eight archives a-writing
Seven politics a-reading
Six parodies a-thinking
Five dysto-o-o-opias
Four books
Three renaissance festivals
Two old movies
...and a post-apocalypse in a fantasy.
Get your own Twelve Days:
delphipsmith: (George scream)
This is the wine I bought yesterday. Yup, the label glows in the dark. Now I am uneasily picturing it glaring at the inside of my cupboard:


My nephew P. is on a swim team, and this year all the members decided to decorate their car trunks and do a little trick-or-treat lineup in the parking lot. This is how he and his dad (my brother) decorated theirs:

delphipsmith: (thinker)
Huh. I'm sure there's something important about today but I can't for the life of me remember what... ;)


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