Writerly Ways
So I was curious, do you feel like you have a good writing community? I'm not talking about the writing every day sort of thing. I shared plenty of them. I think the closest I come to on DW is
And there is every chance the emptiness is in ME and nothing I put into it will fill that hole. And I'm not even sure I have words to articulate what I'd like to see in a group (and it could be that I'm looking for a street team of alpha/beta readers but I'm not even sure that's it either)
So do you have a good one? Is it open? I'm curious.
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The December Comfort Watches 2025, Day Twenty-Eight: Roxanne


The one problem I have with Roxanne is, alas, its central premise: that its protagonist, Charlie “C.D.” Bales (Steve Martin) is tragically undesirable because of his unusually long nose. C.D. is a pillar of the community with a steady and useful job, is well-read and cultured, empathetic and funny, kind to all, loved by his many friends and neighbors, and he owns a house. A nice one! In a town where the property values are clearly outrageous! That he is undatable because of his nose stretches credulity, not only back in 1987, when this film was made, but especially here in 2025, where a single, available, gainfully-employed and psychologically-undamaged middle-aged man would be snatched right off the sidewalk in front of his absolutely ridiculously cozy and well-appointed home. You can’t tell me otherwise. He’s the whole package. With a little extra!
Be that as it may, we are asked to accept that this updating of Cyrano de Bergerac is not lying to us, and that C.D., despite all this other advantages, is admired but lonely. This being the 1980s, not the 1640s when the original tale was set, we are told that C.D. has a serious, possibly deadly, allergic reaction to anesthesia, a fact which has put him into a coma before. This is great for patching up an obvious plot hole, but does mean it must suck for him to have regular dental care. C.D. is trapped with his nose, and seems resigned to it and tries to live with it with some amount of acceptance… unless someone tries to use it to make fun of him.
Then! Roxanne! For every Cyrano must have a Roxanne, even if the number of “n”s in her name is variable. This Roxane is Roxanne Kowalski, an astronomer who has come to C.D.’s ski town of Nelson (and actually shot in a ski town called Nelson, but in Canada, not the USA, where this film takes place). She’s in town for the clear skies to help her locate a comet. C.D. takes a shine to her, not only because she looks like Daryl Hannah, but because she’s smart, and is the only person in town besides him to traffic in sarcasm. The townsfolk of Nelson are lovely, but wit and wordplay are not exactly their thing.
Now arrives Chris (Rick Rossovich), the deeply hunky and handsome professional firefighter that Fire Chief C.D. brings into town to help train his hapless volunteer crew. Chris and Roxanne spy each other from across a crowded bar, she smiles and he… goes to hurl in the bathroom, because the idea of talking to women gives him a panic attack. Roxanne confesses her liking of Chris to C.D., who is crushed but wants her to be happy, intercedes on her behalf with Chris and, as the strictures of this tale require, starts feeding Chris the words that will woo Roxanne. Complications ensue, as they would.
I take it back, I have another problem with Roxanne, although this is with the tale of Cyrano in general, and a persistent feature across its many tellings. Which is that Roxanne, especially in this telling, where she is both a scientist and someone with social aptitude, would not be able to parse out the fact that Chris, who is a nice guy but mostly has well-marbled beef between his ears, is not the author of the letters and speeches that capture her sapiosexual heart. I mean, okay, I get it, horniness is a hell of a drug, but even so. The disconnect between Chris and “his” letters is a lot.
I’m willing to go with it because it means we get Steve Martin’s performance, which offers up a masterclass in having one’s heart break with a smile, and showing grace (up to a point) with people who offer none themselves. One of the highlights of the film, early-ish on, is when a boor in a bar calls C.D. “Big Nose.” Rather than take the bait, C.D. shows him up by offering a stack of much wittier insults the man could have offered. It takes skill, and guts, to humiliate someone by offering him all the better ways he could have humiliated you, and to do it in a whole bar full of people. It also takes skill to write the scene in a way that works. Martin, as the screenwriter, pulls it off.
This was the part of Martin’s career where he was doing smarter-than-average guys who held back heartbreak with melancholy humor. As a writer he’d follow up Roxanne a couple of years later with LA Story, another favorite of mine, where he played a similar character, albeit with a smaller nose, in a film with a somewhat more farcical tone. This is actually my favorite part of his career, when he became a somewhat improbably romantic leading man, and while it wouldn’t last, I enjoyed it while it did. I wasn’t the only one, as Martin found himself with a WGA award for Roxanne, in the category of adapted screenplay (I could have sworn he was also nominated for an Oscar for this script, and even wrote that down before doublechecking. He was robbed!).
The film centers on the character of C.D., and secondarily on the love triangle between him, Roxanne and Chris, but this film is also an ensemble film, and this ensemble nature is the one thing that I think elevates it, and gives the film lots of opportunities for grace notes and filling in of character. I’m telling you here that C.D. is well-loved by friends and neighbors, but the film simply shows it, unspooling fun little scenes that give you those details. This is another important point about C.D.’s character: He may be the only practitioner of sarcasm in Nelson, but he’s not cruel to, or bitter at, the rest of the town, which does not share his enthusiasm or facility for it. He is a good person, and worthy of love.
(And as the two other legs of the romantic triangle, Hannah and Rossovich are… fine! Hannah gets good lines and delivers them well. You can believe C.D. appreciates Roxanne’s whole package of person, not just the parts that look like a supermodel. Rossovich is also convincing as a lunk who is very good at his job and very bad at peopling. It’s important to note that Chris isn’t stupid — he knows what he knows and knows it well. One of the things he knows is that he’s not weapons-grade intelligent, like C.D. and Roxanne are. It’s also pretty clear he wouldn’t want to be.)
The original Cyrano de Bergerac (spoiler) does not exactly end on a happy note. Martin knows, as a writer and an actor, that his version is meant to be a romantic comedy, and so (spoiler) his version deviates from the original in significant ways. Martin is neither the first nor last filmmaker to have his adaptation swerve for the dictates of the market. He does it in a way that makes sense for the story he tells, and, importantly, gives agency for the resolution of the story to the right person. It ends well, even if Edmond Rostand, who wrote the original, might have notes.
For those who don’t know, Cyrano de Bergerac was an actual person, a noted soldier, raconteur and writer, who wrote some of the earliest work that could be identified as science fictional, including L’Autre Monde: ou les États et Empires de la Lune, published after his death. He did have a cousin Roxane, who married a Baron Christian of Neuvillette. There was no actual romantic triangle between the three of them. He did by all reports have a large nose, although probably not so large as the one attributed to him by both Rostand and Martin. It was unlikely that Cyrano’s nose kept him unavailable for amorous encounters; he was associated with noted libertines of his time.
See? I’m telling you this big nose thing is bunk!
— JS
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Today is cleanup and recovery day. The girls (urged on by their parents) have to find places to keep all their new stuff. They didn't seem to get as much plastic stuff as they have in previous years; I think their mother has been talking to people who normally give them gifts. She herself went with the formula of something you want, something you need, something to wear and something to read, so they all got roller skates (which they all desperately wanted), they all got some educational card game (mainly focusing on maths), they each got some piece of clothing (tights for Aria because she loves tights, snow pants for Violet, and I don't remember what for Eden) and they all got books. They also all got beginners'/kids' calligraphy sets, plus Eden got Yoto cards and Violet got a trolley/cart for transporting her glockenspiel to and from school, because that thing is very heavy. (She was thrilled with the trolley.)
One of Aria's gifts was a small Moana lego set which she was able to put together yesterday afternoon, first with help from her mother and then with help from me when her mother had to do something else. The set consisted of 100 or so mostly small pieces, and I was very impressed that Aria was able to do it without too much help.
Anyway, we are slowly getting back to normal. The girls all miss Uncle J. but are getting back to doing whatever they do when he isn't around keeping them occupied, entertained, and educated all at the same time.
Every day obsession
This week I started a tracker. It's an app on my phone. I built a template and every day I will fill it in with notes. I have no plans for this info but I do get a weird satisfaction from just keeping up with it and knowing I have it.

Yesterday the pool water was cold and the air in the pool room was 79 when it's always 81. I reported it to the front desk but The Guy Who Never Does What You Ask was on duty so I know I was wasting air. This morning, I knew the sun was going to be out and if I wanted to swim before the clouds lifted, I'd better get going. BUT I also wore my track suit and went prepared to use one of the machines in the gym instead. The pool water was colder than yesterday and the air was now 76. The same guy was on at the front desk. So no one will even know about it until tomorrow. It takes a few days to heat up that water. Volleyball on Tuesday is looking iffy. Tomorrow's swim ain't happening. BUT I did enjoy today's. After the first five or so laps, the cold isn't terrible. Not great but not terrible.
The sun is out now and the mountains are covered with snow. It's a beautiful sight. I did not move one inch from my table to take this photo right now. This is what I see.

I really can't believe that I get to live in this apartment with this view for the rest of my days. I often feel like I'm being pranked. I think it's the equivalent of impostor syndrome but for retirees.
Biggie had another bloodless pee. I am so hopeful that at least this latest issue might not kill him. Of course, if it does not, he'll think of some other way soon, I'm sure.
Today I'm thinking maybe some work on the puzzle in the elbow, maybe some TV, maybe some knitting. The usual.

fic rec
Q Switcheroo (10660 words) by V_NUS
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Next Generation
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: William Riker & Ro Laren
Characters: William Riker, Ro Laren, Geordi La Forge, Data (Star Trek), Q (Star Trek), Beverly Crusher, Deanna Troi, Miles O'Brien, Jean-Luc Picard, Worf (Star Trek:TNG/DS9), Guinan (Star Trek)
Additional Tags: Mission Fic, Canon Compliant, Takes place between Disaster (5x05) and Conundrum (5x14), POV Multiple, Bodyswap, Enemies to Friends, Bajoran Culture (Star Trek), Q Being Q (Star Trek), Minor William Riker/Deanna Troi
Summary:
Q is sick of listening to Commander Riker and Ensign Ro arguing. To fix this, he forces them to swap bodies-- and if anyone finds out what's happened, they'll be stuck as each other forever...
Portals
Truth be told, I don't want to read tax code! I don't want to do anything but sit on my fainting couch with my eyes slightly unfocused, thinking strange, dreamy thoughts. It's not as though this coming week is real time anyway, right? The week between Christmas and New Year's is an interstice, kinda like the one between the last chime of midnight & the beginning of a new calendar day. A portal, in other words.
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Also, played a bit with the Work in Progress. I am writing now about a hospital during the COVID pandemic. I wasn't a nurse during the COVID pandemic, so this is something I know very little about. My imagination is getting a workout. And it's flabby!
Simultaneously, I'm trying to sneak in the Jesus cult. And when I say "sneak," I mean position it under the radar so that when Grazia joins, the reader is surprised—even though all the evidence is there.
Next scene is a telephone call between Neal & Grazia. Of course, they have to banter amusingly. It's surprisingly difficult to write amusing banter off the top of one's head. The call has to include some Mimi backstory, too. Mimi's narrative is breadcrumbs strewn throughout the rest of the novel; she is not one of the main characters. But in the third part of the book (Flavia's POV), Mimi is going to try to kill herself, and that needs to be set up.
One Wonderous Sunset, One Final Blaze of Glory
In a year when it felt like everyone in my age bracket was obsessed with Oasis going back on tour, the equivalent band for me, Pulp, released a new album and went out on tour. (I was 11 going on 12 when I first heard Disco 2000, it was on a funny shaped sample CD that my dad got as a freebie somewhere, he brought it home, handed it to me and said ‘you’re going to love that one’ and I was hugely annoyed he was right. Different Class was the album that defined my teen years - it rewired something in my brain.) I’m mostly glad I didn’t try and get tickets after all, the surprisingly large number of clips of their Glasgow gig, were up in the gods of the Hydro which is realistically where I’d have ended up and overall if I couldn’t have been down on the floor, I was just as well just watching their ‘surprise’ Glastonbury gig. (It was the 30th anniversary of their classic Glasto performance when they were at the height of their fame.) I really loved both the singles they released from it - I was doing a lot of driving for work, and despite how much 6Music over played them both, I never got sick of either track - and the new bits I heard on the Glasto set so I fully intended to pick up a copy of the album - More. I just never got round to it, until the end of November when I was looking for a pick me up in HMV and spotted a ‘colour’ vinyl edition in the twofer deal - I got Air’s Moon Safari an album I’ve loved for years, but only ever had it ripped from an friend’s copy - and knew that was exactly what I needed.
(And because Pulp absolutely know their audience, particularly for the vinyl edition, there's an insert with both production details and all the lyrics - seriously bands underestimate how much added value having the lyrics provides. Also I got the 'green' vinyl addition and it's just a gorgeous shade of bottle green which makes a gorgeous contrast with the orange on the central label. Just nice simple design. When Jarvis and Candida from the band were interviewed by Jo Whiley after the Glastonbury gig, Candida noted that when they’d all got together to rehearse they’d felt excited to make music together again for the first time in ages and I think you can tell, it really feels like an album made by a band enjoying making music together. I mean they’ve been a band together for longer than my entire life, when they released their breakout album His and Hers in 1994 they’d been going for like 16 years! It’s nice to think they just get back together every so often because it’s still fun to make music together.)
It was a great choice. Got to Have Love and Spike Island are still clearly the stand out tracks - classic Pulp tracks - but listening to it on vinyl, just letting it play while I was doing other things was a great way to let the rest of the album soak into my brain. Tracks I’d probably have skipped over in digital format, or even just on CD for being a bit blah, have settled into my brain and become favourites. It’s such a middle-aged album and I love it, just listening to Jarvis’ wry dead-pan commentary on life and love, that mixture of cynicism and hopefulness that is their trademark, is soothing to me. The stripped back beauty of some tracks versus the lush production of tracks like The Hymn of the North an album that reminds me why I still love this band so much. I was going to pick out my favourite tracks to talk about - Grown ups and Background Noise - but the more I listen to the album the more I fall in love with it all the tracks. It’s not often that one of your favourite bands from your teens gets back together and makes one of their best albums - I’ve been lucky Skunk Anansie came back with a banger in the form of Black Traffic but that was 2013, I think, it doesn’t happen a lot - and I’m so glad they did.
Just one thing: 28 December 2025
Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.
Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!
Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!
Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.
Go!
Cruise Day 0: All Aboard!
For some reason, I thought that the Corner Bakery Cafe opened at 6, but it opened at 7, so I hung out waiting for 15 minutes. Ate breakfast. Now I’m packing stuff up. I’m packed. I’m going to try to take a nap, although I’m feeling wide awake. I did fall asleep for a little while.
Now I’m waiting for the time to check out.
Embarking was confusing because two ships were sharing a terminal. I wound up in the line for the other ship.
On the ship. I left the soda I brought aboard somewhere but I need to sit for a moment to backtrack. No big deal if it’s gone. Found it. Our rooms aren’t ready yet, so we need to cart stuff all over the place. I’m waiting for the buffet to clear out a little. My stateroom is way down the hall from the elevators. Now having lunch. A guy working here didn’t think that I could carry my soup, so he took it and walked me to a table. The Cream of Onion soup was fantastic. The chicken salad sandwich was good. Carrot cake for dessert.
There’s some seagulls circling the ship. Probably looking for handouts. Okay, went to my muster station and watched the safety video. I’ve taken care of my obligations.
The stateroom is humongous. It’s a lot more than I need.
The Downton Abbey movie is available on my TV. I think that I’ll watch it later.
Oh! My suitcase is in here.
Napped a little, but the person assigned to my stateroom woke me up. So I got up to see us pull out the port. I don’t think that I’ve seen it yet. The ship is leaving late. Maybe they said an earlier time to ensure people were aboard. I’m getting peopled out already. After dinner, I’ll watch a movie (they have Oppenheimer also) in my stateroom and relax.
It’s nippy on the Lido Deck. I went down to my stateroom and logged on. We finally pulled out around 4:30 PM. We're going down the coast. I'm wondering if that's Mexico on the coast. We were in San Diego, so it was close to Tijuana.
It's about time for dinner. I can't tell if I booked a massage at the spa tomorrow or not, so I need to stop by there after dinner and check. Or maybe tomorrow morning. I kind of don’t want to deal with it right now. I could call from my stateroom.
Had a New York steak, so finally, my steak cravings were fulfilled. And mashed potatoes. And crème brûlée for dessert. The food on Holland America is MUCH better than Norwegian.
I watched Oppenheimer. Not an upbeat movie for a vacation, but I had wanted to see it for a long time. It was good, but I’m not sure what to say. I didn’t know of the government trying to discredit him.
I want to grab a snack at 10:30, but that’s an hour from now. Hmm. I'm going to post now.
It’s cold right now, and all my clean clothes are shorts and t-shirts. I hope that it warms up in the morning.
I hope this augers well
But they blew my parents off. WOO HOO. Twice now this holiday. My parents might go to my aunt's house (where they're staying as she's actually prejudice woman's real aunt) in the morning. I'm a late riser so I get out of going (in theory) but even if I don't it'll be a short trip because the Steeler game is tomorrow and they want all visitors out (which should tell everyone what they need to know. You rate under football) And they leave monday so I am hoping this is a sign for the coming year where things that upset me are removed from my presence.
I got my official Hazbin merch today, the holiday poster and key chains (all sold out now) and the season 1 DVDs. I am happy to have that (luckily I'm too tired for my why you don't own downloads rant)
It's time for science saturday
One Protein Is a Better Predictor of Heart Disease Than Cholesterol
Powerful Anti-Cancer Drug Discovered Inside Japanese Tree Frog.
Garlic Mouthwash Could Be The New Gold Standard. Here's Why. I need to send this to my research student who is working with mouthwash
New Drug Stalls Alzheimer's Development in Breakthrough Trial
Cats meow more at men to get their attention, study suggests
A huge surprise': 1,500-year-old church found next to Zoroastrianism place of worship in Iraq
Tiny implant 'speaks' to the brain with LED light
See the 100,000th photo of Mars taken by NASA's groundbreaking Red Planet orbiter
( Christmas pictures of the house )




You can click the eggs if you want.
On the fanfiction front...
I'm not sure if I can pull it off or not, but I'm really leaning towards trying to get it posted on Monday. The very first fic that I posted online went up on 12/29/2000, so it seems kinda fitting to post #800 exactly 25 years later.
We'll see if I can pull it off? I have enough WIPs that I should be able to finish something that isn't for an exchange that I can go ahead and post publicly that day. Theoretically, at least.





