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rabbitcruiser · 3 months ago

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World Bratwurst Day

Hit up your local grocery store or meat market and bring home some delicious bratwurst, a high-quality type of German sausage made of pork, beef, or veal.

While it’s certain that we’ve all had our share of sausages in our day, particularly that low-born sheath of processed meat known as the frankfurter, not everyone has had the pleasure of enjoying a bratwurst. Bratwurst is typically made from pork, but can, in fact, be made from any meat, and World Bratwurst Day celebrates every variety you can conceive of.

Learn about World Bratwurst Day

Bratwurst is a sausage that is heavily spiced, and it tends to be enjoyed either on its own with a side of sauerkraut or in a roll with mustard. The word ‘bratwurst’ comes from two German words. The word sausage is ‘wurst’ and then ‘braten’ means to fry. Pretty self-explanatory, right? Bratwursts have been around since the 14th century, and we will tell you a bit more about this. These sausages are typically made from beef, veal, or pork. These sausages are so popular that there have even been festivals created in their honor, and most people like to wash bratwursts down with a cold beer.

You may assume that a bratwurst and a sausage are both the same things, but that is not the case. A Bratwurst is a specific kind of fresh link sausage, which is made with veal or pork. However, sausage simply refers to ground meat being prepared in a certain way. Some people also assume that bratwursts and hot dogs are the same. Hot dog casing is a lot thinner than the casings that are utilized for bratwurst and other types of fresh link sausages.

Very traditional recipes for bratwurst call on the use of both eggs and cream in their preparation. However, it is important to note that different regions in Germany have different recipes. Bratwurst even differs in some regions of the United States as well, for example, in Wisconsin, Sheboygan-style bratwursts are very popular.

History of World Bratwurst Day

Sausage is quite ancient, going back as far as 228AD according to archaeological evidence, but the noble Bratwurst has only been around since 1313. Every region has a different variety of bratwurst to call its own, with over 40 varieties coming from within the country of Germany. Throughout Germany Bratwurst are perceived as more of a snack food than a main dish, though they can often be found served in the latter capacity at pubs, usually with sauerkraut or potato salad and a dense rye bread or pretzel. New York City may have hot dog vendors, but Germany has Bratwurst carts!

The varieties that come from Franconia date back to the first bratwursts, and are usually heavily laden with marjoram as a seasoning. These bratwursts tend to be large and filled with coarsely ground meat which lends them an overall juicier texture and flavor. While those from the city of Corburg only use salt, pepper, nutmeg, and lemon zest. World Bratwurst Day celebrates all these and the hundreds of other varieties available, and encourages us to explore the culinary world of the Brat and see what our taste buds can find!

How to celebrate World Bratwurst Day

Celebrating World Bratwurst Day is easy! Just head on out to your local supermarket and buy yourself a few bags of Brats and invite your friends over for a delicious dinner party! Looking for something a bit more adventurous? You can always look for the local bratwurst festivals that are held every year or you could get out and organize one! For those who are looking for a culinary experience, you can also create your own Bratwursts with whatever it is you think would go well in them! World Bratwurst Day asks us to share our love of Bratwursts and to try our hand at making our own. What will you create today?

Or, if you are really feeling adventurous, you could try your hand at creating your own bratwurst in order to mark the occasion. If you take a look online, you will see that there are a lot of different homemade bratwurst recipes, and so you are bound to find one that appeals to you. A lot of people have created their own takes on this sausage, with curry bratwurst, in particular, being a very popular choice. Once you have created your own bratwurst, you can then have fun experimenting with different creations and coming up with your own flavor combinations. It is a lot of fun and you are going to have a tasty treat by the end of it. What more could you possibly want?

In fact, this is a great way to get family, friends, and loved ones together. You can have a cook-off whereby you make different types of bratwurst and everyone can try the creations and score them. You could have a prize for the winner. After all, there is nothing wrong with a bit of healthy competition, right? This is a fun way of doing something a bit different with the people you are close to, and we are sure it will put a smile on everyone’s faces and entail a few laughs along the way. All you need is some great ingredients, as well as some alcohol and you have everything that you need for a great get-together!

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2uuno · 10 months ago

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Symmetry was not, even remotely, in love with Joe Hills.

They were hardly friends, she avoided him as much as possible, he was irritating and not even that pretty and, to boot, she didn’t like men. So.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t like him,” Bratwurst said, simply, adding yet another scoop of gravy to his breakfast sausage patties. “I don’t like women and even I had a crush on PearlescentMoon.”

“Didn’t she try to kill you?” Hels snapped.

“Yeah,” Brat sighed dreamily. “It was great.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Symmetry said, definitively, spinning on her heel and marching toward their usual table. “I don’t like him. Besides, I thought we agreed not to talk about him? Hidden recorders, hello?”

“There aren’t any,” EX frowned, looking up from their pancakes. “Wormman promised.”

Xornoth and Symmetry made eye contact, before Xornoth puffed up xeir cheeks and went back to eating. They all knew better than to try to convince EX that Wormman may not have their best interests in mind. No one knew what his motives may be, but they were almost definitely not good.

The five of them settled around the little table in the back of the dining area, just like they had every day for the last month. No one was sure how they’d become such a tight knit group after nearly two months of avoiding each other, but they were, and here they were, a quarter of a year after first meeting, the only people in the world they could trust.

“I don’t like Joe.” Symmetry said, again, seeing Bratwurst open his mouth. “And I don’t know why you think that.”

“I mean, he clearly likes you,” Xornoth said, calmly. “It’s pretty obvious.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Okay Sym.”

“I mean it, you’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m just saying,” The demon leaned forward, tilting their head. “Isn’t it funny he comes in through your window every night, spends hours talking to you?”

“I think we should kill him,” Bratwurst said, abruptly and loudly. “I think that’s a reasonable outcome.”

“Don’t you dare,” EX said, through a mouth of pastry. “We’d probably have to pick up litter or something for that.”

“Or just get sent back where we came from,” Hels muttered. “Probably that.”

Everyone fell silent at that.

That’s another thing- they knew this was temporary. As soon as Wormman got what he wanted out of them, they were gone. Symmetry was going back to a fake name and a lonely, paranoid life, EX was going back to the void, Xornoth was going back to that amulet, Bratwurst was going back to the other dimension, and Hels was going back to… well… hell. They probably didn’t have much time left.

“It’s not a bad thing if you like him,” EX said, quietly. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not.”

“Why not?”

(Because the ‘me’ he knows is someone else? Because I’m not a real person? Because I’m the funhouse mirror twisted version of a shadow of a woman?)

“Because this is stupid,” She huffed. “Like you’re not madly in love with Xornoth as we speak.”

“I’m sorry?!” EX spluttered. “I’m- what?!”

The table dissolved into chaos and stayed that way until Wormman called them in for their morning gardening session, and no one brought up Joe for the rest of the day.

#kenan's writing #this is really short sorry #evil twin therapy au #ettau symmetry #ettau bratwurst #ettau helsknight #ettau ex #ettau xornoth

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toxinellebug · 8 months ago

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It’s The Supreme’s World: We just live in it…

Some world building and character info for the Re-Verse and how it affects Marinette, Adrien, and Gabriel before we get into the next Kamikotized hero.

Peace was never an option… It was an ultimatum.

While World Peace Day is celebrated everywhere, truly, only Capital Cities are able to host the full splendor of such a magnificent event.

Paris is famous for never being outdone when it comes to this extravagant and cherished celebration:

Throughout the day, on every corner of the city, you could find a rare sight you would not see any other day of the year- flower carts.

Usually, flowers were too expensive for just anyone to purchase, so florists only sold the finest, most delicate and exotic flowers to appeal to the high class.

But on World Peace Day, cheap, less popular flowers were made available so even those of low income could enjoy the rare luxury of owning a real flower;

Perhaps it is a frivolous purchase, but even the most stingy of penny-pinchers could not resist the urge to loosen their purse strings when offered a single pink carnation for the ridiculously low price of only €20!

Flowers weren’t the only thing worth buying-

There were street vendors with international fare offering a variety of delights one would expect from a carnival or festival. Each seems so exotic when they come from a culture different than your own; takoyaki from Japan, bratwurst from Germany, frappe from Italy, Cotton Candy from the United States of America.

(Yup, spun sugar is originally a traditional american food invented in 1897 by American citizens William Morrison, and John C. Wharton, and it remained a unique American speciality until it was introduced at the 1904 World Fair. The irony? One of those dudes was a dentist.)

It is a culinary trip around the world without the cost of voyage.

Unless you were a vendor, of course.

While plenty were local, many more would venture from their homes to capital cities for World Peace Day, knowing they could make a larger profit than if they were to sell their goods at smaller towns.

Some even traveled from out of country, it was a huge investment for a single day, but one that would immensely pay off if they could convince customers that their goods were more authentic.

There was also a lavish parade with floats decorated in peace lilies, white poppies, hyacinth, cosmos, pincushion flowers, red peonies, and lavender, all carrying red banners with the symbol of The Supreme.

Marching bands play folk music, and talented performers in costumes from all over the world perform traditional dances.

It is a feast for the eyes seeing all the different cultures that were united for the sake of Peace.

Of course, the most beautiful sight (that you have to pay an admission fee for) is in the Jardin des Tuileries where all the metal sculptures and plastic foliage are removed to make room for impressive, imported floral displays;

Tudor roses from Britain, Quatre–temps from Canada, Dahlias from Mexico, Cattleya orchids from Brazil, Meihua from China, and naturally French Iris at the center… All countries in the world are represented by a display of their national flower, to symbolize how all nations came together under the guidance of The Supreme.

—

Roland Dupain loves World Peace Day more than Christmas!

Poverty had become common place after the Great war- the whole world seemed dull and grey. But the people endured to rebuild what had been lost. Roland Dupain’s grandfather had perished in the war, and his grandmother had to raise 2 sons on her own, one of which would marry Roland’s mother.

Then, WW2 began.

Both his father and his uncle went off to fight, following in their father’s footsteps.

5 months passed before Mrs. Dupain received word that Roland’s uncle had been killed in action.

A miserable year passed and the world descended into Hell-

Nazi’s invaded France and took control of Paris.

Parisians lived in fear and battled with hunger every day. A pregnant Mrs. Dupain cried herself to sleep, having lost all hope of ever seeing her husband alive again, resigning herself to her fate of having to bring a child into the world that would never know their father…

Then, the unthinkable happened;

The Axis Powers abruptly and unanimously surrendered!

Not to the Allies Forces…. No, something far greater and more powerful.

There was dancing in the streets! Peace at long last!

Tanks and weapons were disassembled, materials and rations that had been collected for the war efforts were donated back to the people, armies were permanently disbanded, and Roland’s father came home.

Oh, that euphoric feeling of relief and utter joy when Mrs. Roland leapt into her husband’s arms, weeping tears of joy.

No more war, no more bloodshed, no more hiding in fear, no more starving!

From now on, theirs was a world of everlasting peace!

ALL HAIL THE SUPREME!

2 months later, Roland Dupain was born, and every year until his father’s died from Tuberculosis, Roland was regaled with stories of the suffering caused during the War, and how The Supreme was their savior.

Ever since, Roland Dupain has celebrated Peace Day with fond memories and a sense of pride…

Which is why his greatest shame is his wife, Gina.

The same woman who hard the nerve to lecture him about about family values when he was ready to disown his son for marrying an outrageous woman who wouldn’t even take her husband’s last name and who had nonsense ideas about experimenting with time-trusted recipes, (flour from rice?? Peuh! That’s not how it’s done!).

Gina, with her big speech about how nothing was more important than family…

She brought disgrace to their family when she was arrested 2 years ago for civil disobedience and public disturbance!

Well, there was no way he was going to allow his granddaughter to go down a criminal path!

The world was tough but fair; so long as you work hard and follow all the rules, no questions, you won’t have any problems.

So simple!

Marinette needed to learn to how lucky she was to live in a world under The Supreme’s protection.

What better way to do that then helping her grandfather sell traditional Pain de campagne to tourists on World Peace Day?

It was a tradition started by his father, that he had carried on and tried to continue with his own son (until that wife of his put crazy ideas in his head like how pain au chocolat would be more popular.) but now, he would continue this tradition with Marinette- she would become part of a proud history, develop a sense of service, and most importantly, stay on the straight and narrow!

Children need discipline, after all!

She would thank him, one day.

-Marinette strongly disagrees.

Up until she was 11 years old, for Marinette Dupain-Cheng, World Peace Day was all about yummy treats, exciting parades, and pretty flowers.

While her parents sold pastries, her Nonna would take her strolling around the city to enjoy the excitement!

Then, just a few months before she turned 12, Nonna was sentenced to 8 years in a penitentiary labor camp.

Now, World Peace Day was about carrying baskets of rye sourdough bread, lectures on how things were and were not done, and the same old stories Grandpa Roland had already told her hundreds of times before, all while watching everyone get to have fun.

It was like having detention outside of school!

The worst part was the elderly tourists who would gush over her and pinch her cheeks for ‘being such a good girl who helps out her grandfather!’

Apparently being a “good girl” didn’t entitle her to personal space.

Seriously, why did people feel entitled to put their hands on her just because she was a kid?

Mom and Dad were no help; her Mom believed this was important quality time with her grandfather that she’ll appreciate someday when she’s older.

Dad’s opinion was, as always, that her mother was right.

You know what’d she’d really appreciate?

Getting to celebrate World Peace day instead of lugging around crusty bread made from overly fermented yeast! It was like her grandfather had an allergy to delicious food and having fun!

Grandpa Roland claimed World Peace Day was his favorite holiday, yet he spent the whole day either selling bread or complaining about how other people were selling bread wrong, how people dressed was wrong, or how people looked at their phones while walking around was wrong!

No one seemed to know how anything was “done,” save for him, and honestly? Marinette was 100% done with all of it.

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For Adrien, World Peace Day is now the one time the city doesn’t stink in the literal sense.

The amount of actual flowers should help offset the stench of chemical fumes.

But he didn’t use to think that way…

World Peace Day used to make him happy, because it made his mother happy.

When he was little, his mother would giggle at the spectacle of Adrien-tallest in the world, as he sat atop his father’s shoulders for the best view of the parade in all of Paris.

Her smile was even sweeter than the sticky residue she tried in vain to wipe from his cheeks because Père didn’t hesitate to buy him every sugary treat that caught his eye.

Her voice was like a song as she pointed out and named each and every flower in Jardin des Tuileries to him, and as much as he wanted to pay attention, it was a hypnotic lullaby paired with a sugar crash that left him in a sleepy daze in his father’s warm embrace as he was carried home, his last conscious thoughts his mother’s kiss upon his forehead as his blanket was tucked tight around him.

As he got big enough to walk without being carried, he toured the celebrations with his parents each holding his hands in theirs.

Father still had his sweet tooth, despite mère playfully scolding him, reminding him of the lecture Adrien would get from the dentiste.

He was old enough to listen to her name all the flowers now, but too excited about the exotic music and the foreign dancers to really pay attention to what she said.

Though he did hear, and make a face, at his father’s mushy declaration that mère was the most beautiful rose in the world.

He never really noticed that mother’s grip on his hand was starting to weaken.

Years passed and he was too busy checking that the path ahead was clear of bumps and dips to notice any candy vendors or dances. His father was also more focused on pushing mother’s wheelchair than enjoying the parade.

Mother’s tone was still cheerful as she admired the flowers, but Adrien was too worried about whether the outdoor air was making her cough worse, her words went in one ear and out the other.

Last year she had been too weak to get out of bed. She had been too exhausted to watch the entirety of the parade on TV- visiting Jardin des Tuileries was out of the question.

Adrien would have given ANYTHING to listen to her list off the different flowers, he swore he would commit each one to memory.

Now….

Was there really any point?

He’d seen all the dances dozens of times, the music was also pretty boring.

There was nothing special about the food vendors, and too much sugar was terrible for your skin anyway.

He honestly didn’t care about flowers.

World Peace Day was just another over-rated holiday that people obsessed over to temporarily forget the mediocrity of their dreary lives.

What a joke.

—

For a young Gabi Grassette, son of a pommes frites vendor, World peace day meant sweets; Barbe à papa, English toffees, Mexican chocolates, and Polkagris!

Their family didn’t have a lot, but on this most special of days, his Papa would allow him some spending money to enjoy what the world had to offer~

At 8 years old, he was practically grown up, and able to walk up and down the street by himself.

It was the first World Peace Day he had a clear memory of, it was also the first time he saw a real flower up close.

Back then, he hadn’t really understood what his parents meant; things were either “real” or “imaginary”, weren’t they?

He was able to touch the plastic flowers his mother decorated their kitchen window with, and last week in L'Ecole Primaire his teacher taught him how to fold fleurs de papier. Those were plenty real enough!

Why would adults waste euros on something silly like flowers when they could buy candy instead?

Gabi couldn’t believe he was already so much smarter than everybody else! That was probably why he was allowed to enjoy the celebration by himself unlike other children who still needed adults to watch them.

That was until he stumbled across “it”.

A single blossom that had fallen off a parade float, carried off by a gentle breeze, only to land delicately at his feet.

It was so much more fragile than he’d imagined;

The petals were just as thin as paper, yet surprisingly soft to the touch.

Its center was fuzzy? A scent not unlike the perfume he was used to, but not the same either- it was both more airy yet more bold, but like a passing whisper- there was no strange undertone to remind him of cleaning sprays.

The stem was flexible, to a point. It was smooth with a certain give. If he pressed a fingernail to it, it tore a little, but instead of revealing wire inside, it was just more green- a sticky green.

The leaves had… creases? The lines weren’t painted on, they were embedded in the leaf itself almost like…. like… veins.

Veins, as if it were….

Alive.

This tiny thing in his hands wasn’t made in a classroom or a factory… it was ALIVE.

He had been told that flowers and other plants were things that grew from the ground, but he had never fully understood what that truly meant until now.

Flowers, REAL flowers, were delicate, fragrant, colorful, and ALIVE and it was the most amazing thing Gabi had ever seen!!!

But, why was something so precious only celebrated one day of the year?

Why were there so few?

Why didn’t the adults grow them everywhere? Why did they have to settle for paper or plastic ones when real ones were so much better?

It wasn’t the first time he, or any child for that matter, had questioned why the world was the way that it was, but for Gabi, it was the first time he had questioned why no one was trying to make the world better.

While his childhood had given him the blissful ignorance of believing that a certain holiday was all about delicious treats and beautiful flowers, with adulthood came the wisdom of understanding that World Peace Day was supposed to symbolize the end of the violent history of the world that would never again be repeated.

But only the enlightened were able to realize what World Peace Day was really about;

Worshipping The Supreme.

Some speculated that The Supreme was a small group of the world’s greatest minds.

Others suggested The Supreme was a single individual, appointed by the Divine Almighty to lead the world to salvation.

A remaining few even dared to imagine The Supreme as God himself; righting the wrongs of humanity and guiding them to the perfect world they could have been before the Tower of Babel.

Perhaps that last one wasn’t too far fetched-

After all, the way all the World Leaders agreed to surrender their power after WW2 without hesitation was almost as if they were compelled by some supernatural force…

In order to ensure everlasting peace for generations to come,The Supreme reshaped the nations of the world;

Monarchies were archaic- being able to trace your incestuous genealogy back to the dark ages didn’t qualify you to have any sort of authority.

Elections were flawed and allowed money, baseless propaganda, and empty promises, to fool voters and keep the greedy and corrupt in power.

That’s why wars over natural resources, religious superiority, or ethnic cleansing used to be commonplace throughout history- the wrong people were put in charge of governing the masses.

Only exceptional individuals who will uphold the ideals of a utopian society should be given that kind of power.

Mayors, Governors, Senators, and Prime Ministers/Presidents were replaced with High Officials, Grand Officials, Executive Officials, and Executive Administrators…

All of which were selected by The Supreme, and who answered only to The Supreme.

Only The Supreme could decide what those “utopian ideals” were, and no one else had any say.

Once, Gabi had been foolish enough to believe that was what was best.

After reinventing himself, from his name to the people he associated with, becoming a member of high society allowed to walk amongst the rich, the powerful, and the celebrity elite, Gabriel Agreste was finally able to see past all the bureaucratic smoke and mirrors.

No one truly had the best interests for the whole of humanity at heart.

Those with authority obeyed The Supreme out of fear and a lust for power.

Connections with the rich and influential were shallow at best; today you were friends and colleagues, but tomorrow they may very well stab you in the back to turn a profit.

In the end, the power to decide what was justifiably right or criminally wrong belonged to The Supreme, and their word was absolute.

If there was anything to take away from that, it was that absolute power corrupts absolutely.

#miraculous paris #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #miraculous world #shadybug #claw noir #griffe noire #toxinelle #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #marinette dupain cheng #the supreme #emelie agreste #Re-verse

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brookstonalmanac · 3 months ago

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Holidays 8.16

Holidays

Bennington Battle Day (Vermont)

Children’s Day (Paraguay)

Cotton Day (French Republic)

CPAN Day

Cyrene Asteroid Day

Debian Day

Direct Action Day (India)

816 Day

Ekka People’s Day

Elvis Presley Commemoration Day

Eyeglasses Day

Festival of the Minstrels (Tutbury Castle, UK)

Follow Your Nose Day

GERS Day (Scotland)

Gold Cup Parade (Prince Edward Island, Canada)

Gozan no Okuribi (a.k.a. Daimonji; Kyoto, Japan)

Harmonic Convergence Day

Hestia Asteroid Day

Indie Animation Day

INXS Day

Joe Miller’s Joke Day (UK)

Madonna Day

Madonna del Voto Day (Siena, Italy)

Monty Python Day

National Airborne Day

National Apprenticeship Day

National Authenticity Day

National Backflow Prevention Day

National Energy Day

National Energy Multiplier Day

National Fasting Day

National Independent Worker Day

National Love Your Loss Day

National Roller Coaster Day

National Tell A Joke Day

National Work From Home For Wellness

Palio di Siena (Siena, Italy horse race) [also 7.2]

Patton Takes Messina Anniversary Day

Pine Crest Boys Varsity Tennis Team Day (Florida)

Remember What Your Spouse Wore the First Time You Met Day

Salem Heritage Day (Massachusetts)

Surveillance Day (f.k.a. Wave at the Surveillance Cameras Day)

Tell-A-Joke Day

Thai Peace Day (Win Santiphap Thai; Thailand)

Tipperary Day (Ireland)

True Love Forever Day

Whitmer Fednapping Day

Yukon Discovery Day (Canada)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Baba Au Rhum Day

International Rum Day [also 6.23]

National Rum Day

World Bratwurst Day

Xicolatada (Hot Chocolate Festival; Palau-de-Cerdagne, France)

Independence & Related Days

Anniversary of the Restoration of the Republic (Dominican Republic; 1924)

Constitution Day (Equatorial Guinea)

Cyprus (from UK, 1960; but celebrated 10.1)

De Jure Transfer Day (Puducherry, India)

Fête de l'Indépendance (National Day; Gabon)

Independence Referendum Day (Bermuda; 1995)

New Year’s Days

Parsi New Year (Gujarat, Maharashtra; India)

3rd Friday in August

Carrot Fest begins (a.k.a. The World’s Greatest Carrot Fest; Canada) [3rd Friday & Saturday]

Flashback Friday [Every Friday]

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

GME Professionals Day [3rd Friday]

Hawaii Statehood Day (observed) [3rd Friday] (also 7.4)

Hug Your Boss Day [3rd Friday]

Kool-Aid Day [3rd Friday] (also 2nd Friday)

Men’s Grooming Day [3rd Friday]

National Day of Action Against Bullying & Violence (Australia) [3rd Friday]

National Hawaiian Shirt Day [3rd Friday]

National Men's Grooming Day [3rd Friday]

Weekly Holidays beginning August 16 (2nd Full Week of August)

Elvis Week (Week of 8.16)

National Balayage Week (Week of 8.16)

Festivals Beginning August 16, 2024

Alaska Greek Festival (Anchorage, Alaska) [thru 8.18]

Alaska State Fair (Palmer, Alaska) [thru 9.2]

BBQ & Fly-in on the River (Excelsior Springs, Missouri) [thru 8.17]

BBQ Music Fest (Huntington Beach, California) [thru 8.18]

Bear Creek Folk Festival (Grand Prairie, Alberta, Canada) [thru 8.18]

Beautiful Days (Ottery St Mary, United Kingdom) [thru 8.18]

Bite of Tacoma (Tacoma, Washington) [thru 8.19]

Canadian National Exhibition (Toronto, Canada) [thru 9.2]

Celebrate Erie (Erie, Pennsylvania) [thru 8.18]

Centralia Balloon Festival (Centralia, Illinois) [thru 8.18]

Copenhagen Cooking & Food Festival (Copenhagen, Denmark) [thru 8.25]

Cornfest (Ortonville, Minnesota) [thru 8.18]

Dead on the Creek (Laytonville, California) [thru 8.18]

Electric Picnic (Stradbally, Ireland) [thru 8.18]

Eurocon [European Science Fiction Convention] (Rotterdam, Netherlands) [thru 8.19]

Fan Expo Chicago [f.k.a. Wizard World Chicago] (Chicago, Illinois) [thru 8.18]

Florence Wine Fest (Florence, Alabama) [thru 8.17]

FolkEast (Little Glemham, England) [thru 8.18]

Franklin County Watermelon Festival (Russellville, Alabama) [thru 8.17]

Georgia Mountain Fair (Hiawassee, Georgia) [thru 8.24]

Kool-Aid Days (Hastings, Nebraska) [thru 8.18]

Machias Wild Blueberry Festival (Machias, Maine) [thru 8.18]

Macomb Balloon Rally (Macomb, Illinois) [thru 8.18]

Madison Ribberfest - BBQ & Blues (Madison, Indiana) [thru 8.17]

Nebraska Balloon & Wine Festival (Elkhorn, Nebraska) [thru 8.17]

New Orleans North Festival (Joliet, Illinois)

Northampton Balloon Festival (Northampton, United Kingdom) [thru 8.18]

Old Time Power Show (Cedar Falls, Iowa) [thru 8.18]

Palio di Siena (Siena, Spain)

Philadelphia Folk Festival (Schwenksville, Pennsylvania) [thru 8.18]

Sabin Harvest Days (Sabin, Minnesota) [thru 8.17]

Sarajevo Film Festival (Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina) [thru 8.23]

Seoul POPCON (Seoul, South Korea) [thru 8.18]

Summerfest (Sleepy Eye, Minnesota) [thru 8.18]

Summerfolk Music and Crafts Festival (Owen Sound, Canada) [thru 8.18]

Sutherlin Blackberry Festival (Sutherlin, Oregon) [thru 8.18]

Wallace Huckleberry Festival (Wallace, Idaho) [thru 8.18]

Western Idaho Fair (Boise, Idaho) [thru 8.25]

Wicomico County Fair (Salisbury, Maryland) [thru 8.18]

Wild Blueberry Festival (Paradise, Michigan) [thru 8.18]

Zoo Brew (Idaho Falls, Idaho)

Feast Days

Agostino Carracci (Artology)

Ana Petra Pérez Florido (Christian; Saint)

Armel (a.k.a. Armagillus; Christian; Saint)

Arsacius (Christian; Saint)

Benjamin Alire Sáenz (Writerism)

Carista (Day of Peace in the Family; Pagan)

Carle Vernet (Artology)

Charles Bukowski (Writerism)

Diana Wynne Jones (Writerism)

Diomedes of Tarsus (Christian; Saint)

The Ditzies (Muppetism)

Edrinios (Arbitration Time; Celtic Book of Days)

Hal Foster (Artology)

Harmonic Convergence Day (Everyday Wicca)

Herbed Butter Day (for Vesta’s Bread; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Ivan Bilibin (Artology)

Joachim (Christian; Saint)

Napier (Positivist; Saint)

Otto Messmer (Artology)

Roch (Christian; Saint)

Shahenshahi (Parsi New Year; India)

Simplician (Christian; Saint)

Solarinite Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Stephen I of Hungary (Christian; Saint)

Translation of the Acheiropoietos icon from Edessa to Constantinople (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Wave at the Surveillance Cameras Day (Pastafarian)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

American Flyers (Film; 1985)

Austenland (Film; 2013)

Blind Faith, by Blind Faith (Album; 1969)

Blue Crush (Film; 2002)

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, by Roald Dahl (Novel; 1964)

The Commitments (Film; 1991)

Crow De Guerre (The Inspector Cartoon; 1967)

Dear God, by XTC (Song; 1986)

The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, by Tom Wolfe (Novel; 1968)

Fiddlesticks (Ub Iwerks MGM Cartoon; 1930) [1st Color Sound Cartoon]

Firemen’s Picnic (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1937)

Foreign Correspondent (Film; 1940)

He-Man and the Masters of the Universe (Animated TV Series; 2002)

If I Had a Hammer, by Peter, Paul & Mary (Song; 1962)

Last Train to Clarksville, by The Monkees (Song; 1966)

LazyTown (Children’s TV Series; 2004)

Lover, by Taylor Swift (Song; 2019)

Midnight in a Toy Shop (Silly Symphony Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Olympic Hymn, by Richard Strauss (Hymn; 1936)

Rodeo Romeo (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1946)

The Roman Hat Mystery, by Ellery Queen (Novel; 1929)

Rules of the Ring, by Jack Broughton (Boxing Code; 1743) [1st Rules of Boxing]

The Scarlatti Inheritance, by Robert Ludlum (Novel; 1971)

Siegfried, by Richard Wagner (Opera; 1876) [Ring of the Nibelung #3]

The Tate Gallery (Museum; 1897)

Tom and Jerry Meet Sherlock Holmes (WB Animated Film; 2010)

Uncle Buck (Film; 1989)

The Usual Suspects (Film; 1995)

The Vanishing Prairie (Documentary Film; 1954)

Volunteers (Film; 1985)

What a Wonderful World, recorded by Louis Armstrong (Song; 1967)

Wimmin Hadn’t Oughta Drive (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1940)

Winning the West (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1946)

Today’s Name Days

Alfred, Rochus, Stefan, Theodor (Austria)

Krunoslav, Roko, Stjepan (Croatia)

Jáchym (Czech Republic)

Rochus (Denmark)

Aulis, Aurel, Kuldar, Kullar, Kullo (Estonia)

Aulis (Finland)

Armel, Roch (France)

Alfred, Rochus, Stefan, Stephanie (Germany)

Alkiviadis, Apostolos, Diomedes , Diomidis, Gerasimos, Sarantis, Seraphim, Stamatia, Stamatis (Greece)

Ábrahám (Hungary)

Rocco, Serena, Stefano (Italy)

Aistars, Astra, Astrīda (Latvia)

Alvita, Butvydas, Jokimas, Rokas (Lithuania)

Brynhild, Brynjulf (Norway)

Alfons, Alfonsyna, Ambroży, Domarad, Domarat, Joachim, Joachima, Roch (Poland)

Leonard (Slovakia)

Esteban, Roque (Spain)

Brynolf (Sweden)

Yukhym (Ukraine)

Craig, Kraig, Roch, Rochelle, Rochester, Rock, Rocky, Serena, Serenity, Serina (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 229 of 2024; 137 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of Week 33 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 14 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Ren-Shen), Day 13 (Red-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 12 Av 5784

Islamic: 10 Safar 1446

J Cal: 19 Purple; Fryday [19 of 30]

Julian: 3 August 2024

Moon: 87%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 4 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Napier]

Runic Half Month: As (Gods) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 58 of 94)

Week: 2nd Full Week of August

Zodiac: Leo (Day 26 of 31)

#Holidays

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[Riconti] The Long Con (part 4/6)

Aka the "how far can I push the T rating?" chapter. Rated T | 3.9k words | ao3 link [previous] [next]

When the day started rolling over into the evening, Ace was still chatting with Felix.

They'd moved out of the big tent a couple hours ago. It had gotten pretty crowded as the festival filled up with locals just getting off work, and Felix admitted he struggled with the noise when the chatter got louder and the drinking songs started in earnest. He'd also seemed to have accepted the fact that Lauren and her husband were not, in fact, planning on coming back.

That woman really was the world's best wingman.

They'd stopped by a few of the smaller breweries before Felix led them to an honest to god wine tent that had Ace nearly crying from joy. Ace had never tasted Bavarian wine before and he'd savored his two glasses while Felix downed at least twice that amount at a somewhat alarming pace.

They were currently exploring the rest of the festival at a leisurely pace, walking and talking and enjoying the relative quiet of the outdoor areas compared to the crowded tents.

And the effects of the alcohol were clearly starting to show on Felix.

"Anyway," Ace said, continuing his latest story, "she completely drank me under the table, and—"

“Oh!” Felix exclaimed, stopping in his tracks in the middle of the street.

Ace followed suit, turning on his heel and looking at Felix in question. But rather than pointing out another business associate he wanted to avoid or a beer he wanted to try, Felix unceremoniously reached out and grabbed Ace's hand.

Ace's eyebrows rose in surprise even as a smile spread across his face. Hand-holding wasn't something he'd expected Felix to initiate, but it was a very welcome surprise nonetheless.

…Except Felix proceeded to reach for Ace's elbow with his other hand, tugging down the still rolled up sleeve of his shirt and then just…stared at it. Confused, Ace simply stood there and let him.

“These are card suits?” Felix finally asked, smiling and seeming strangely happy about the discovery. “I only noticed now.”

“Oh, yeah!” Ace said. “I like sneaking aces into my outfits sometimes. Meg thinks it’s the most unfunny thing ever.”

Felix looked up to meet his eyes, still smiling, and then seemed to realize how intimate their position was and dropped Ace’s hand like burned. “Ah, sorry, I—”

“Oh, no, I’m just glad someone appreciates the look,” Ace hurried to defuse. “Especially after spending the entire morning getting sassed for my fashion choices.”

“Why? You’re very good-looking," Felix said, then choked and floundered, "I meant, ähm—your outfit. It looks good. On you."

Felix's face was steadily flushing red, yet his eyes very obviously flicked down to the open buttons of Ace’s shirt (which Ace may or may not have purposefully popped more of as the day progressed).

“Why, thank you," Ace said, stepping closer with a sly smile. He reached up to straighten Felix's pocket square. “I think your 'outfit' is really handsome, too.”

Ace looked up to meet Felix's eye, hands still lingering on his chest and feeling the rapid beating of his heart even through the layers of clothing. Felix was worrying his bottom lip with his teeth and his blue eyes looked almost black in the fading sunlight.

Felix swallowed. "Would…do you want to…?"

"Hmm?" Ace tilted his head, giving his best bedroom eyes.

"...Try some Bratwurst?" Felix finished.

Ace blinked. He had a few seconds to wonder whether that was some sort of innuendo until Felix's gaze focused on something over Ace's shoulder.

"There's a booth right there and I'm getting hungry," Felix explained, eyes still on the supposed wiener shop.

Ace forced a smile and stepped back. "Sure thing."

—

Felix insisted on paying and Ace had to admit that it was pretty nice to have a snack after the copious amounts of alcohol he'd consumed on a near-empty stomach.

Unfortunately, the greasy sausages seemed to awaken Felix's appetite for food rather than Argentinian con men. And because Felix had a foot on Ace in height and probably twenty pounds in muscle, he not only drank a lot, but also ate a lot.

There were fries. Candied apples. More sausage. The chocolate bananas Ace had teased Meg about earlier.

And Ace kept helplessly trailing after a half-drunk Felix, like a lost puppy hoping to go home with the nice human once the day was over.

But the game wasn't lost yet. Felix kept smiling and talking to Ace as they ate and walked around, treating him to anything he wanted—which wasn't much, because Ace was still hoping to get lucky tonight and having massive heartburn from the greasy festival foods would put a real downer on that.

Felix insisted on gifting Ace one of the gingerbread hearts he'd seen people around the festival wear as a necklace. And even if it just said "Greetings from Oktoberfest" rather than the "I love you" ones that were also available, Ace took it as a good sign.

They'd just made their way to stand in line at yet another food stall—pretzels or something, Ace didn't really care—with Ace tactfully trying to hint that it was getting late and Felix staring at his gingerbread necklace like he was contemplating eating that too.

"Felix! Ace!"

At the sound of their names being called, Ace whipped around and saw Daniel and Lauren walking over from one of the nearby tents.

Well; Daniel was walking and a giggling Lauren was being half-dragged after him.

"Oh, hey guys!" Ace greeted them.

Felix said nothing, but out of the corner of his eye, Ace saw him narrowing his eyes at his friends.

Thankfully, Daniel didn't seem bothered. "I see you're getting into the Bavarian spirit," he said, glancing at Ace's necklace.

"Ha! You could say that." Ace grinned. "Someone really wanted to buy—"

"Hey, Felix!" Lauren suddenly exclaimed.

Before anyone got a word in, Lauren stumbled forward and practically tackled Felix. He lost his balance and bumped into Ace—who briefly worried he was going to get flattened into a pancake if they fell—before managing to right himself.

"Lauren!" Felix hissed, grabbing her by the shoulders. "What the fuck?" he demanded in German.

"Just kiss him already!" Lauren slurred. "I saw you chickening out earlier."

"Are you spying on us!?" Felix snapped, the tips of his ears red from embarrassment.

"Schatzi, I think it's time to go home," Daniel said, gently dislodging Lauren from Felix. He looked at Felix and Ace in turn. "I'm so sorry, we really should be going. It was nice to meet you, Ace."

"Very nice," Lauren agreed with a lopsided grin. "See you next time."

"Oh, uh…" Ace faltered, knowing that there wouldn't be a next time. "It was nice meeting you both too. Get home safe."

Felix was glaring at the couple even more now. "Goodnight," he spat.

With that, Daniel and Lauren weaved into the crowd, leaving Felix and Ace standing awkwardly in silence. They weren't even in line for the food anymore, but Felix didn't seem to care; maybe being tackled by a drunk German woman was what he needed to get rid of the munchies.

"So…" Ace spoke up. He knew an opening when he saw one. "I'll admit my German skills are nonexistent, but I'm pretty sure I know what 'Küss' means."

"I, ehm," Felix stammered. "She's… I'm sorry, she gets like this when we're drinking together," he spoke, the words rushed. "She thinks I've been single for too long, but with Klara, it's—it's not easy, and… Sheiße, I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you all this."

Felix closed his eyes and huffed a dejected sigh: like he'd already prepared himself for rejection before Ace even got a chance to respond.

So it was only natural for Ace to lay his hand on Felix's bicep and gently squeeze—a gesture that looked innocent enough where any bystanders were concerned, but packed a wholly different meaning with the conversation they were having.

And based on the wide-eyed look of surprise Ace received, Felix knew that too.

"Don't be sorry," Ace said. "I know what it's like: a middle-aged widower isn't exactly dropping any panties. Or boxers." Ace grinned wryly.

Felix's eyes found Ace's and he swallowed. "I wouldn't say that."

"Oh?" Ace's smile widened. "Well, for the record, I happen to find flustered single dads very attractive."

He stepped closer, his chest touching Felix's arm, but Felix immediately tensed.

"I—" Felix said. "It's just… I have Klara, and I don't… I can't—"

"Hey, it's okay. Your little girl comes first, that's a given," Ace said. "I've got my obligations too, and we're leaving the county in a few days anyway."

Felix nodded stiffly, though Ace could see his posture deflating in disappointment. Ace only had one more trick up his sleeve and he could only hope he was still smooth enough to pull it off.

"But…'' Ace stood up on his toes and leaned in, until he could murmur into Felix's ear. "What about just one night?"

A choked sound escaped Felix's throat. When Ace pulled back, Felix was looking at him with wide eyes and his entire face was flushed a pretty shade of pink.

Then, Felix's large hand wrapped around Ace's wrist. "Follow me."

Ace tried not to look too smug as Felix dragged him along. Clearly, he still had it.

—

Ace was pretty sure they weren't supposed to be here.

Felix had led him behind a souvenir booth and weaved between two of the smaller tents, miraculously finding a secluded corner that looked to house construction materials for building the festival.

Or something. Ace didn't exactly get a good look, because Felix immediately pulled him close and shoved a tongue in his mouth, and taking in the scenery was the last thing on Ace's mind.

The quaint little gingerbread necklace didn't survive the force of a pent-up passionate German. As soon as the heart cracked when Felix pressed close, Ace tossed the thing over his shoulder and wrapped his hands around Felix's neck to pull him down and deepen the kiss.

Felix didn't protest.

In fact, Felix kissed like he'd been holding this back for the entire six hours since they met. His hands ran over Ace's shoulders and down his back, occasionally gripping his hips and squeezing. His mouth was absolutely devouring Ace's, hot and a little sloppy from the alcohol, his tongue teasingly pushing against Ace's. And Ace…

Well, it had been a long time since Ace got any action and even longer since he'd been with anyone as attractive as Felix.

So he returned the kiss just as enthusiastically, already half-hard in his pants from simply caressing Felix's firm body and kissing his soft lips. When Ace's wandering hands found Felix's ass and squeezed, there was a loud moan and he couldn't tell which of them the sound came from.

To be fair, it was a very moan-worthy ass.

Felix didn't give him much time to grope, opting instead to step back and tug Ace with him, until his back bumped into a stack of crates or a wall or…fuck, it didn't matter, because Felix's large hands immediately dropped down to cup Ace's ass in revenge, pulling him close until they were pressed together from chest to hip.

Ace hummed his approval against Felix's lips and sneaked a hand under the hem of Felix's shirt to explore the soft skin of his back. Felix moaned from the touch and sucked on Ace's tongue, pressing a thigh between Ace's legs and—

Ace groaned and bowed his head, hiding his face in the crook of Felix's neck as the muscle of the thick thigh provided delicious friction for the throbbing in his groin. He grabbed a fistful of Felix's shirt and panted open-mouthed against the skin of Felix's neck, desperately clinging to his remaining self-control to not grind against that wonderful pressure.

Thankfully, Felix had mercy. He straightened his leg and moved his hands back to Ace's waist, drastically reducing the odds of the night ending much too soon.

Ace chucked breathlessly. "Sorry, it's been a while." He looked up at Felix, a snarky comment ready on his tongue…

And instantly forgot it as soon as he saw the state Felix was in.

Felix's hair was messy and his eyes half-lidded, his kiss-swollen lips panting as he caught his breath. Ace could feel a prominent bulge pressing against his hip and when he curiously shifted against it, Felix's head fell back and his pretty blue eyes slid shut, a soft moan escaping his lips.

Ace barely resisted the urge to drop to his knees on the spot.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Ace said instead, his voice still embarrassingly breathless.

Felix's eyes cracked open just enough to meet Ace's and a small smirk spread over his lips: like after several liters of alcohol, six hours of flirting, and literally having Ace's tongue down his throat, he finally felt confident enough to accept the compliment.

"I could say the same," Felix said, a teasing glint in his eye that made Ace's already high-strung libido do all sorts of funny things.

Then, Felix's expression softened and he straightened to his full height, making Ace have to tilt his head even more to look up at him. Felix's hand brushed against Ace’s temple, over the strands of silver that had grown in over the last few years, his eyes curiously following the movement.

"You're beautiful," Felix simply said.

The words were so earnest that Ace didn't know what to do with them. His mouth opened and closed and his cheeks felt warm with embarrassment and pride alike. Sure, Ace knew he looked good for his age, but you weren't supposed to call another man beautiful.

And yet, Felix didn't seem embarrassed in the slightest. He just kept gently stroking Ace's hair before dropping his gaze to meet Ace's.

Felix's expression could only be described as pure lust as he looked deep into Ace's eyes and murmured, "Come home with me."

The air left Ace's lungs in a shaky breath and his knees went a little weak even as arousal surged through every vein in his body. He couldn't remember when he last felt this shamelessly, undeniably wanted.

"Yeah," Ace immediately agreed.

And just as soon after, he mentally shook himself. This was still business first, pleasure second: Ace was supposed to be the one seducing Felix, not the other way around.

Ace cleared his throat and took half a step back. "I mean, yes, let me just text Meg first so she doesn't worry. Where did you say your place was?"

Felix leaned back against the wall with a small huff. "Coburg. West side," he rattled off, sounding impatient. "It's called the Richter Manor, it has a Wikipedia page if she wants to know the—hnng."

Felix groaned as Ace caressed down the front of his pants to soothe some of that impatience.

"Well, hello." Ace leered. "That's quite the package you've got for me."

Felix took a shuddering breath and ground against Ace's hand just a little, like he couldn't help himself. "Hurry. Please."

Pulling away from a flushed, aroused and begging Felix was much more difficult than it had any right to be, but somehow Ace managed the task. He quickly turned his back to Felix to resist the temptation and instead pulled out his phone.

Ace grimaced while he typed the message. Meg was going to be even angrier that he was putting all his eggs in one basket—he could practically hear her screaming, "Rule five, Ace, dammit!"—but hopefully Ace could grab her something shiny from Felix's supermansion as an apology.

When Ace was mid-message, there was…a noise. A very familiar, horrible noise of someone choking followed by a splatter of liquid on the ground.

Ace's heart sank into his stomach and he quickly turned back to Felix only to have his fears confirmed; Felix was hunched over by a corner, trembling and breathing heavily.

And throwing up. Repeatedly.

"Ugh," Felix groaned once he finished retching. Then he nearly tripped on his feet as he tried to steady himself, clumsily leaning against the wall and squeezing his eyes shut from the nausea.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"You okay?" Ace asked.

"Yes," Felix rasped, then groaned and covered his face with his hand. "No. Sorry. I feel…"

Felix promptly turned back to hurl some more, effectively ruining all of Ace's plans for the evening. Now he'd have nothing to show to Meg, and they wouldn't have enough money to survive—

Unless…

Felix's wallet peeked out from his back pocket and his expensive watch glimmered on his wrist where he was bracing a hand on the wall for support.

Time to improvise.

Ace quickly walked up to stand behind Felix and gently patted his back. "It's okay," Ace said, keeping his voice low and soothing. "That's it, get it all out."

He trailed his hand up and down Felix's bent back in a comforting gesture—and with his other hand, of course, slowly slid the wallet out of Felix's pocket.

"There you go," Ace crooned. He quickly tucked the wallet into his waistcoat's inner pocket. "You'll feel better once all the liquor's gone."

"I'm sorry," Felix managed hoarsely.

"Don't worry about it," Ace said, when what he really meant was “Thanks for at least not throwing up in my mouth earlier.” "Happens to the best of us," he added.

Felix was in no shape to reply; all the alcohol he'd consumed really seemed to have hit him full-force at once. He vomited up one more time before slowly righting himself and then just stood there, trembling and swaying on his feet.

"Come on," Ace said, grabbing Felix's wrist. "Let's get you into a cab."

He led Felix back to the festival area and navigated through the crowd until they reached an exit. Felix stumbled a few times but was thankfully steady enough on his feet that Ace didn't have to support six-feet-something of dead weight by himself.

He also didn't protest the hand-holding, which made it much easier for Ace to unclasp his watch while they walked. And when Ace picked one of the many vacant taxis by the festival exit and gently shoved Felix into it, the watch practically slid into Ace's pocket on its own.

Felix didn’t seem to notice at all; in fact he just groaned and immediately slumped against the leather seat of the car. His eyes were shut and he looked about ten seconds away from passing out.

The cab driver looked at Ace in question.

"Uh, Coburg," Ace told the driver, because apparently Felix wasn't going to. "West side, Richter manor."

Ace was half prepared to look up the damn Wikipedia page for directions. But to his relief, the driver merely nodded and motioned for him to close the door; Ace supposed the prospect of a two-hour cab fare to Coburg was enough to entice him.

Ace shut the door without a goodbye and watched the cab drive off. Hopefully Felix would make it home safely.

Ace groaned and dragged a hand down his face. "Rule one, idiot."

Oh, well. That was the last he'd ever see of Felix, so getting a little fond of the guy hardly mattered. Ace got what he came for.

He reached into his pocket and gripped the watch with a smirk. Time to show off his haul to Meg.

—

Back at their hostel, Meg had already lined up her meager spoils on her bed. She'd managed to yoink a couple phones and a smart watch, along with a purse which unfortunately only contained makeup and a few twenties.

They both knew it wasn't anywhere near enough to make up for the cost of the trip. Ace thanked his luck that he'd managed to pull off his own plan, or they'd be in serious trouble.

"I could have easily gotten more stuff," Meg explained, on the defensive before Ace had even said anything. "But the concert tent was filling up and I kinda had a good seat, so…"

"Oh, don't you worry!" Ace said, slapping her on the back with a grin. "It's about time you took a night off. And fortunately for you, you've got the legendary Ace Visconti to cover your back!"

Meg snorted. "You're in a suspiciously good mood. What happened to your boyfriend?"

"Things actually went really well," Ace said. "I completely charmed him and he dragged me behind the tents for a makeout session—"

Meg grimaced. "Eww."

"—And asked me to come home with him," Ace kept going, pretending not to hear her. "But then he unfortunately had a little…puking incident."

"As anyone would, after kissing you," Meg snarked.

"Of course, being the gentleman that I am, I got him into a cab and sent him home,'' Ace said. "Naturally, I also stole some of his personal belongings in the process—completely unnoticed, as always.”

At that, Meg visibly perked up. "For real?"

"Ta-da!" Ace exclaimed, presenting Meg with Felix's leather wallet and luxury watch.

"What the fuck? That's even worse than mine!" Meg said. "A basic-ass steel watch and a credit card that's gonna get shut down in an hour when he notices."

"Steel?" Ace scoffed, then pointed at the watch. "This, my dear Megan, is platinum."

Meg hummed thoughtfully. "If you say so.” She didn’t quite have an eye for appraisal yet, but she’d get there one day. “What's with the fugly keychain?"

"What? There's no—"

Ace looked at the items he was holding and to his horror, realized that Felix's keys were dangling from the wallet, apparently having been wedged inside it sometime during the evening.

And that wasn't a problem—Felix probably owned about twelve spare house keys like every other ridiculous rich person.

But attached to the keys was the stupid, ugly keychain that Felix's daughter made for him.

“Shit,” Ace said, his chest feeling heavy with dread.

Now, make no mistake: anybody who knew Ace would probably agree that he was a bad person. He lied, he stole, and he screwed over anyone without hesitation or remorse as long as it benefited him in some way.

Ace knew Felix would hate him in the morning. Hell, he probably already did, because he'd tried to pay for his cab and realized just what Ace had done. And Ace was okay with being hated—he had to be, because this was what he did to survive. The only way he knew how to survive.

But this? This was too far. Even if everything else on Ace's part had been a lie, the moment they'd shared talking about Meg and Klara had been real. He had no right taking something that had this much sentimental value.

Ace bit back what would have probably been a hysterical laugh. Out of all the immoral things he'd done in his life, it was a dumb, insignificant keychain that suddenly made him have a conscience.

But his mind was already made up. One way or another, Ace was going to return it to its owner.

Meg sighed long and loud. "You're gonna do something stupid again, aren't you?"

Ace smiled. "You know me too well."

#riconti #ace visconti #felix richter #dbd fanfic #dweetwrites #dbd #dead by daylight

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reefer-reelz-n-reviews · 1 year ago

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John Dies at the End (2012)

Smoking: Splatter

This movie is listed as Horror, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and a comedy. I’ve seen this movie so many times in the past 11 years. Definitely one of those What The Fuck did I just watch? movies. Something to watch when you’re baked, or even if you just like the strange and unusual, as Lydia describes herself.

I made myself a fancy cup of coffee with whip cream and chocolate sauce in preparation for this movie. Wanted something delicious to go with the creepy.

We follow Chase Williamson, Dave, around as he is on a drug called "Soy Sauce" and trying to find out what happened to his friend John, played by Rob Mayes.

One of my favorite things about this movie is that they got Paul Giamatti to play a role. Like what are the odds he’s in this movie. I don’t even think that this movie went into theaters. I found out about it from a guy I was seeing at the time it came out and it is based off of a book he read so I’m not sure if it went straight to… you know what… l’ll just leave this hear. It isn’t important. What is, a girl just burst into several snakes and a door knob turned into a dick!

Now we have this meat man, literal man made out of different meats (whole turkey, ribs, sausage links).

There is the randomest band. They sing “Camel Holocaust” its definitely not s song like I’ve ever heard before. The beat is really good though. We are seeing this band as a background to how they got Soy Sauce.

We Meet Robert Marley, played by Tai Bennett. He does a really good job of playing someone reaaaaaally creepy. He is going about proving Dave that his abilities are real. All I have to say is high or not, a lot of what happens in this movie makes a lot of sense. Makes you think.

Love that the dog in this movie has a punny name. it’s Bark Lee 🤣

Yes, let me put a syringe that has an unknown drug in out pants pocket. Yes yes, that sounds like a smart idea 🙄

Idk what it is about CW. He just cracks me up through this whole movie. When he first gets injected and is talking to the priest. It’s some freaking/funny shit 😂

If you know anything about Doug Jones, it should give you some insight into the level of creep factor he brings to this movie.. I swear in Buffy it’s the creepiest.

Pause! Time to refill 😊

Okay so this next part. The dude’s mustache just comes ripping off of his face and then flies around like a fucking bat!! Like WHAT?!

I’m like not even half way through the movie and at 500 words. What are y’all going to do with me? Lol. I just run off. Wonder if more than my bestie actually reads these.. hmmm. Oh well. I enjoy it so that’s all that matters 😝

RM is proving a point to CW about how he is able to hear him so you just have CW walking around town with a bratwurst on a bun up to his ear.

Get high, start acting like an advanced rain man 😂

Bark Lee saves the day!! He sure can drive 😂

Now I do have to say that the ghost door and using someone who is an amputee to open it was a pretty unique thing. We have Amy, played by Fabianne Therese. She is missing her left hand and she uses it to turn the doorknob.

They enter this other world to destroy their next enemy. Korrok.

Bark Lee saves the day again. What a good boy.

I’ll leave the rest of this for you to watch. It is definitely all it is described to be. If you’re wondering where to watch it, you can buy the DVD like me, or rent it on Prime. At least as of this posting it is on Prime Video.

Toke on 😶‍🌫️

-RRR

#Chase Williamson #rob mayes #paul giamatti #tai bennett #doug jones #fabianne therese

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kellanved-ammanas · 2 years ago

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TF2 Drabbles: Heavy - International Potluck

Summary: Heavy's appreciation for the greater variety of food available outside Siberia? (Sometimes it's nice to make something nostalgic from his childhood; other times it's good to try Sniper's bush tucker spices or Demo's skirlie or Engie's chili.)

Getting every single person on the team to contribute to something other than battle was a herculean task but somehow Heavy, with more than a little help from Engie, had done it. The large variety of food laid out on the table was impressive. And there was a whole other table laden with deserts just as varied in origin.

Turning Engie’s idea to hold what he called a ‘potluck’ into everyone making something from their home country to share with everyone else had been perhaps one of Heavy’s greatest ideas. So, after adding his dish of pelmeni to the table he grabbed a plate set to perusing the offerings properly.

“Why do these look like snail shells?” Scout asked as he overlooked a dish that did indeed look like it was being served in snail shells.

“That’s because it is snails,” Spy explained. “The correct term for it in this form is escargot.”

“Ew.” Making a face, Scout pulled away, moving onto the next dish, earning a scoff from Spy.

Heavy leaned in to add a couple to his plate. He had never eaten snail before and never would’ve thought to on his own.

Next was Soldier’s cheeseburgers – short of Soldier’s anyway, as always he’d needed supervision to make sure they turned out edible - the most American food according to him. Because of that it was something Heavy had had several times before. These were a small version though, almost cute in a way. Heavy added one to his plate.

Speaking of Soldier, he was scrutinizing a crumbly looking dish that appeared to be Demo’s. “Skirlie? That does not sound American.”

Demo chuckled. “That’s ‘cause it ain’t. That’s the point of this whole potluck thing. It’s good though, mate. Try it.”

“Hmm… very well. But only because I trust you.”

After Soldier was done and moving on with Demo, Heavy spooned some of the skirlie onto his own plate. Later he’d have to ask Demo what it was made of exactly, mostly out of curiosity.

At about the center point of the table was Scout’s hot dogs. Another dish that Heavy had had before due to living and working in America for so long since taking this job. Apparently there was some regional controversy about which toppings were appropriate for hot dogs and which were cardinal sins, the specifics of which made little sense to Heavy. But regardless, these were presumably Boston style hot dogs. A place Heavy had yet to visit and thus he was eager to try one.

True to his mysterious origins, Pyro had merely baked bread. Multiple loaves, each in a different style common to various parts of the world, presumably one of which was where Pyro had come from. Though perhaps not as that would’ve narrowed it down more than he was comfortable with. Regardless, Heavy took a slice from each loaf.

Next was… “Steak?” Engie asked. “That don’t seem particularly Australian to me.”

“It ain’t,” Sniper replied. “It’s impossible to get kangaroo meat all the way out here. I got a hold of some good spices though and used those as a rub. It ain’t the same but its close as I could get.”

One of these days Heavy would have to go to Australia to try authentic kangaroo steak. For now this facsimile of one would have to do.

Up next was Medic’s bratwurst. Having been to Germany before, Heavy already knew it would be good. It had been a while though so he was looking forward to trying it again.

And then finally, at the end of the table was Engie’s big pot of chili. He made it occasionally for the team and it was always good. For a while now Heavy had been meaning to ask Engie to teach him how to make it. Perhaps today would be that day… after Heavy had finished eating anyway.

Speaking of which, his plate now having some of everything on it – of the main dishes anyway – Heavy headed over to sit at the table alongside most of the rest of the team. After this he’d have to go peruse the desert table too, a lot of which looked rather appetizing already. Today was proving to be a rather good day.

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #heavy

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dangermousie · 2 years ago

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Took a look at the cast of Luo Jin’s airing drama, The Long River, and it’s a bigger sausage fest than World Bratwurst Day (yes a real thing 😝)

All that and a drama about drainage projects in the Qing Dynasty means I am peacing out before even peeking at anything.

Enjoy laying pipe, fellas!

#cdrama

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sigilspell · 2 years ago

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Get to know me tag game

Tagged by : @fuckselfloveihatemyself

three ships: Mainly ed x stede right now, but blackice and shakarian are also dear to me!

first ever ship: I can’t remember which was my very first but I was really into buffy x spike back in the day

last song: Under stars - Aurora

last film: Weathering with you (and before that, wolf children) I watched both for the first time, and I particularly enjoyed wolf children. The ending made me cry haha

currently reading: The eye of the world - Robert Jordan (audio book)

currently watching: The last of us, rewatching shadow and bone s1. Also watching the national treasure show (the latter is pretty bad so far though, not recommended)

currently consuming: Just finished a packet of yummy milk chocolate

currently craving: There’s a couple of bratwurst sausages in the freezer i really want to dig into one of these days. Other than that i’m good atm

Tagging: Not tagging anyone but thanks for tagging me, this was fun! 💛

#i saw this when i was notified but i forgot sorry

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rabbitcruiser · 1 year ago

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World Bratwurst Day

Hit up your local grocery store or meat market and bring home some delicious bratwurst, a high-quality type of German sausage made of pork, beef, or veal.

Learn about World Bratwurst Day

History of World Bratwurst Day

How to celebrate World Bratwurst Day

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jonfarreporter · 15 days ago

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Oktoberfest in Sonoma at Vintage House

Overcast autumn weather didn’t dampen the enthusiasm of the crowds that showed up for the second annual Oktoberfest at Sonoma’s Vintage House on Saturday, October 12.

Lines gathered outside Vintage House eager to join in the festivities which began promptly at 3:00 PM and continued until 6:00 PM that evening. The Joe Smiell Band stirred up the atmosphere with Volksmusik, the traditional style of music that is associated with Oktoberfest.

While various celebrations of autumn abound in many forms, unlike the ancient trace origins of Halloween and Harvest festivals, Oktoberfest isn’t that old. Back in October of 1810 the then Crown Prince Ludwig (who later became king) and Princess Therese of Saxe-Hildburghausen celebrated their wedding in Munich.

As the United States is a melting pot of many people and cultures from around the world, some estimates calculate that from 1800 to the present-day, over 7 million people of German/Austrian descent emigrated to America. The apex of the migration was between 1840-1914.

The contribution they made is often over-looked. Educational approaches and concepts like “Kindergarten,” classical music through such legendary musical geniuses such as Mozart and Beethoven, etc.

Yet, perhaps the most overlooked influence of German culture upon America is through food. The seemingly “all-American” hot dog, hamburger and apple pie can trace some of its roots to Germany & Austria; specifically the Bavarian region.

It is the Bavarian region that most people like to remember Germany and Austria as, more so than the outburst of WWII and its immediate aftermath Of the 20th Century.

Bavaria lends itself to a more welcoming and romantic environment. This is something that all of Sonoma County can relate to, sharing in common especially as stunning vistas, mountains, hills and valleys are also well-known in the Bavarian countryside.

Even if Sonoma has been mostly Italian and Spanish/Mexican in most of its cultural history the one thing that just about everyone can relate to at an Oktoberfest is the food.

There was plenty of bratwurst sausages (often typical made of veal, beef and or pork) served with Sauerkraut, potatoes apple strudel, and of course, a pretzel. And attendees that Saturday afternoon were satiated with a bounty of beverages, particularly beer, wine and hard cider.

A number of people showed up dressed in dirndl, lederhosen and a Tyrolean or alpine style hat. The auditorium was arrayed in the traditional ‘Weiss and Blau’ (white & blue) diamond motif that some people say represents the clouds and blue skies of Bavaria.

As The Joe Smiell Band continued to play, regardless of dancing skill or experience many people joined in the Schuhplattler, a thigh-slapping and foot-stomping dance characteristic of an Oktoberfest celebration.

Pleased that the 2nd annual Oktoberfest fundraiser was well-attended, Vintage House, Board of Directors, President, Holly Seaton, PhD spoke to the crowd mentioning that… “$15,000 was raised last year.”

And, that “the funds raised at this year’s Oktoberfest helps to fund operation costs, she said, which allows Vintage House to continue providing over 60 weekly classes, programs and valuable services for seniors within Sonoma Valley.”

As a unique senior center the basic mission of Vintage House is to enhance the quality of life for Seniors and their families. It is only the senior center of its kind, serving all of Sonoma Valley Valley. Vintage House hosts an ever-expanding array of programs and services for its members and the broader community.

In addition to a silent auction, a ‘Munzautomat’ — a life-size slot machine was built by David Seyms, the operations manager at Vintage House. And, it along with all the activities made for an enjoyable gathering.

Seaton thanked the many people who worked to make the Oktoberfest a sellout hit of a celebration. Especially acknowledging Cogir Assisted Living & Memory Care who provided a smorgasbord of food, “just as it did last year,” she said.

Olde Sonoma Public House supplied the beer and was the biergarten sponsor, offering guests three Octoberfest-style brews. And, Wines poured were donated from Sangiacomo Family Wines, Larson Family Winery and Jam Cellars.

Pomme Cider Shop & Tap Room of Sonoma provided the refreshing hard cider and Brocco’s Barn of Sonoma on Arnold Drive donated dozens of haystacks and rustic accompaniments to give the event that fall season feeling.

Seaton and staff at Vintage House look forward to another Oktoberfest next year and hopefully many more years to come.

#sonoma #oktoberfest 2024 #vintage house #wine country #bratwurst

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roomchailimited · 1 month ago

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Munich’s Majesty: Discovering Bavaria’s Cultural Heart

The capital of Bavaria, Munich, is a city where tradition and modernity blend seamlessly. With its deep-rooted history, world-class museums, iconic beer culture, and proximity to the scenic Bavarian Alps, Munich offers an enriching experience for travelers. Whether you’re strolling through its medieval streets, marveling at baroque architecture, or raising a stein at a historic beer hall, Munich promises a journey through the heart of German culture. Here’s a guide to exploring this majestic city.

1. Marienplatz: The Heart of Munich

Start your journey in the historic center at Marienplatz, Munich’s main square since 1158. Here, you’ll find the Neues Rathaus (New Town Hall) with its famous Glockenspiel, a clock tower that entertains visitors daily with life-size figures reenacting Bavarian historical events. The architecture of the Town Hall, with its intricate Gothic Revival details, is an impressive sight.

Surrounding Marienplatz are historic buildings and lively shops, making it an ideal spot for both sightseeing and soaking in the local atmosphere. Be sure to visit Viktualienmarkt, Munich’s vibrant outdoor market located just a short walk away, where you can sample fresh produce, local delicacies, and Bavarian specialties like Weißwurst (white sausage) and Brezn (pretzels).

2. The Residenz: Exploring Bavarian Royalty

For a taste of Bavaria’s royal past, head to the Munich Residenz, the former royal palace of the Bavarian monarchs. This expansive complex is a treasure trove of art, history, and opulence, featuring grand rooms, lavishly decorated halls, and collections of priceless artifacts. Don’t miss the Cuvilliés Theatre and the Antiquarium, one of Europe’s most ornate Renaissance halls.

The Residenz offers a window into Munich’s regal history and is a must-see for history buffs and lovers of fine art. It’s one of the largest city palaces in Germany, making it a significant stop on your tour of Munich’s cultural landmarks.

3. Englischer Garten: Munich’s Green Oasis

Escape the bustle of the city and relax in the Englischer Garten, one of the largest urban parks in the world, even larger than New York’s Central Park. This expansive green space is perfect for a leisurely stroll, a boat ride on the lake, or a picnic by the river. Don’t miss the chance to watch the river surfers on the Eisbachwelle, where daring athletes surf a stationary wave year-round.

For an authentic Bavarian experience, stop by one of the park’s beer gardens, such as the one at the Chinesischer Turm (Chinese Tower). Enjoy a stein of cold beer under the trees, paired with traditional Bavarian snacks like obatzda (cheese spread) and Bratwurst.

4. Munich’s Museums: A Cultural Feast

Munich is home to some of Europe’s finest museums, offering something for every interest. Art enthusiasts should head to the Kunstareal district, where the Alte Pinakothek, Neue Pinakothek, and Pinakothek der Moderne house masterpieces spanning centuries—from Old Masters like Rubens to modern and contemporary works.

For those interested in science and technology, the Deutsches Museum is a must-visit. As the world’s largest museum of its kind, it offers interactive exhibits covering everything from aviation to astronomy. It’s a fascinating destination for both adults and children, providing hours of educational entertainment.

5. Nymphenburg Palace: A Baroque Masterpiece

Another royal gem in Munich is the Nymphenburg Palace, a stunning baroque palace that was the summer residence of the Bavarian rulers. The palace’s lavish interiors and extensive gardens are perfect for a half-day exploration. Stroll through the manicured lawns, admire the palace’s grand architecture, and visit the Amalienburg, a luxurious hunting lodge within the palace grounds.

The sprawling gardens and reflective lakes make this a serene escape from the city, ideal for a leisurely afternoon.

6. The Spirit of Oktoberfest

No visit to Munich would be complete without experiencing its world-famous beer culture. If you’re visiting in late September or early October, you can partake in Oktoberfest, the largest beer festival in the world. Held at Theresienwiese, the festival brings together people from around the world to enjoy traditional Bavarian beers, foods, and music in massive beer tents.

Even outside of Oktoberfest season, Munich’s beer culture is alive and well. Visit historic beer halls like the Hofbräuhaus, where you can drink local brews, listen to live Bavarian folk music, and enjoy hearty dishes like Schweinshaxe (roast pork knuckle) and Käsespätzle (cheesy noodles).

7. Day Trips: From Castles to Alpine Adventures

Munich is ideally located for day trips that showcase the beauty of Bavaria. A popular excursion is to Neuschwanstein Castle, the fairy-tale castle that inspired Disney’s Sleeping Beauty Castle. Nestled in the Bavarian Alps, the castle offers breathtaking views and a glimpse into the life of King Ludwig II.

For outdoor enthusiasts, the nearby Bavarian Alps offer hiking, skiing, and stunning landscapes. Lake Tegernsee and Garmisch-Partenkirchen are ideal for those looking to enjoy nature and traditional Bavarian villages.

Conclusion

Munich is a city that offers a rich blend of history, culture, and natural beauty. Whether you’re exploring royal palaces, relaxing in sprawling parks, or raising a glass at a local beer hall, you’ll find plenty to love in this Bavarian capital. For travelers looking to experience Munich’s majesty, agencies like Roomchai Limited can help plan your trip, along with local services such as Bavaria Tours and Munich Walks to ensure you get the most out of your visit to this cultural heart of Germany.

#roomchailimited #travel #traveltips #dhakatravel #bangladeshitravelers #europe #gozayaan #travelagencies #sharetrip #obokash #Bavaria #Munich

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thehungrykat1 · 2 months ago

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Experience a Bigger Oktoberfest Celebration at Newport World Resorts

Oktoberfest at Newport World Resorts is back for its highly anticipated second edition on October 24 to 26, 2024 at Hilton Manila. Deemed its most authentic—and bigger than ever—celebration this year, the country’s premier lifestyle and entertainment destination is set to welcome more than a thousand fest-goers for three days of indulgence in Bavarian fare, live entertainment, and overflowing steins. The iconic beer festival from Munich, Germany has now become one of the property’s most-awaited signature festivals, thanks to popular demand since launching last year. For this edition, bier lovers will enjoy a selection of classic Bavarian draft beers from the Weihenstephan Brewery, the world’s oldest continuously operating brewery. Serving up an even grander spread of Bavarian favorites, attendees will be treated to hefty servings of freshly baked pretzels and German rye bread with flavorful dips, Munich-style sausage salad, platters of pork bratwurst and frankfurter paired with tangy sauerkraut, crispy pork knuckle, chicken schnitzel, and cheese-topped spaetzle. To top off this Bavarian-style feast, indulge in baked apple tart and Kaiserschmarrn for dessert.

From October 24 to 26, starting every 6 PM, The Ballroom of Hilton Manila will be fully decked out into a traditional Bavarian beer hall with classic long benches, festive buntings, checkered tablecloths for guests to gather round. To complete the experience, world-renowned AnTon Showband all the way from Austria, will keep everyone dancing and celebrating all night. Get first dibs on Oktoberfest tickets with an early bird promotion of P4,900 nett per person until September 30. The regular price goes for P5,400 nett per person from October 1. All Oktoberfest ticket holders can avail an overnight stay at Hilton Manila with breakfast for two at a special rate of P7,500 nett per room valid during the festival. Guests can also retreat in Holiday Inn Express - Newport City’s overnight stay package inclusive of breakfast for two at P4,000 nett. Join the festivities and enjoy exclusive offers through www.newportworldresorts.com/oktoberfest-2024.

#NewportWorldResorts #Oktoberfest #Beer #HiltonManila #Party

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selena-smith · 2 months ago

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Yup... after my appointment today, I went back to Landers to get a few ingredients. I got lucky as I didn't have to drive for a short period of time as our friend drove from the hospital to Landers... I just had to give directions so she wouldn't have to use data.

Anyways. I had a sudden hunger for bratwurst, sauerkraut, mustard on a nice brioche bun.. so I bought Hungarian sausage and a jar of sauerkraut today. I'll buy the buns and mustard closer to the day I choose to cook this.

During the drive back home, I was daydreaming a bit as I envisioned my one sixth scale world taking shape.

I see a few scenes in my head. It's like... do I open the story with a night scene where I have a "drone shot" style fly up to the window while portraying a nighttime scene, and you see the flicker of a fire place and maybe a candle on the table as your only source of light... once the "drone" gets to the window, the transition is to the inside shot gliding over to Viktor, who would either be there reading a book or on the treadle lathe working. Leaning more towards the lathe shot as it would disclose that he's a wood worker or carpenter without having to say anything.

But this has me starting to think deeper into the storyline... this carpentershop will also double as his house. So, having a small half second floor would be where I'd place his sleeping arrangements.

Maybe that opening scene should be like I was suggesting so far with the "drone" followed up with some intense wood working shots and then him finally calling it a night and climbing up to the loft to sleep for the night. The next morning, as he awakes, he comes down out of the loft and re-kindles the fireplace fire so he can heat up water for some coffee. Then maybe a knock at the door... reveal a second character... possibly a minor role... thinking someone checking on the status of a project as it's a new cabinet for the clergy or something..

Just thinking!

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brookston · 3 months ago

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Holidays 8.16

Holidays

Bennington Battle Day (Vermont)

Children’s Day (Paraguay)

Cotton Day (French Republic)

CPAN Day

Cyrene Asteroid Day

Debian Day

Direct Action Day (India)

816 Day

Ekka People’s Day

Elvis Presley Commemoration Day

Eyeglasses Day

Festival of the Minstrels (Tutbury Castle, UK)

Follow Your Nose Day

GERS Day (Scotland)

Gold Cup Parade (Prince Edward Island, Canada)

Gozan no Okuribi (a.k.a. Daimonji; Kyoto, Japan)

Harmonic Convergence Day

Hestia Asteroid Day

Indie Animation Day

INXS Day

Joe Miller’s Joke Day (UK)

Madonna Day

Madonna del Voto Day (Siena, Italy)

Monty Python Day

National Airborne Day

National Apprenticeship Day

National Authenticity Day

National Backflow Prevention Day

National Energy Day

National Energy Multiplier Day

National Fasting Day

National Independent Worker Day

National Love Your Loss Day

National Roller Coaster Day

National Tell A Joke Day

National Work From Home For Wellness

Palio di Siena (Siena, Italy horse race) [also 7.2]

Patton Takes Messina Anniversary Day

Pine Crest Boys Varsity Tennis Team Day (Florida)

Remember What Your Spouse Wore the First Time You Met Day

Salem Heritage Day (Massachusetts)

Surveillance Day (f.k.a. Wave at the Surveillance Cameras Day)

Tell-A-Joke Day

Thai Peace Day (Win Santiphap Thai; Thailand)

Tipperary Day (Ireland)

True Love Forever Day

Whitmer Fednapping Day

Yukon Discovery Day (Canada)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Baba Au Rhum Day

International Rum Day [also 6.23]

National Rum Day

World Bratwurst Day

Xicolatada (Hot Chocolate Festival; Palau-de-Cerdagne, France)

Independence & Related Days

Anniversary of the Restoration of the Republic (Dominican Republic; 1924)

Constitution Day (Equatorial Guinea)

Cyprus (from UK, 1960; but celebrated 10.1)

De Jure Transfer Day (Puducherry, India)

Fête de l'Indépendance (National Day; Gabon)

Independence Referendum Day (Bermuda; 1995)

New Year’s Days

Parsi New Year (Gujarat, Maharashtra; India)

3rd Friday in August

Carrot Fest begins (a.k.a. The World’s Greatest Carrot Fest; Canada) [3rd Friday & Saturday]

Flashback Friday [Every Friday]

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

GME Professionals Day [3rd Friday]

Hawaii Statehood Day (observed) [3rd Friday] (also 7.4)

Hug Your Boss Day [3rd Friday]

Kool-Aid Day [3rd Friday] (also 2nd Friday)

Men’s Grooming Day [3rd Friday]

National Day of Action Against Bullying & Violence (Australia) [3rd Friday]

National Hawaiian Shirt Day [3rd Friday]

National Men's Grooming Day [3rd Friday]

Weekly Holidays beginning August 16 (2nd Full Week of August)

Elvis Week (Week of 8.16)

National Balayage Week (Week of 8.16)

Festivals Beginning August 16, 2024

Alaska Greek Festival (Anchorage, Alaska) [thru 8.18]

Alaska State Fair (Palmer, Alaska) [thru 9.2]

BBQ & Fly-in on the River (Excelsior Springs, Missouri) [thru 8.17]

BBQ Music Fest (Huntington Beach, California) [thru 8.18]

Bear Creek Folk Festival (Grand Prairie, Alberta, Canada) [thru 8.18]

Beautiful Days (Ottery St Mary, United Kingdom) [thru 8.18]

Bite of Tacoma (Tacoma, Washington) [thru 8.19]

Canadian National Exhibition (Toronto, Canada) [thru 9.2]

Celebrate Erie (Erie, Pennsylvania) [thru 8.18]

Centralia Balloon Festival (Centralia, Illinois) [thru 8.18]

Copenhagen Cooking & Food Festival (Copenhagen, Denmark) [thru 8.25]

Cornfest (Ortonville, Minnesota) [thru 8.18]

Dead on the Creek (Laytonville, California) [thru 8.18]

Electric Picnic (Stradbally, Ireland) [thru 8.18]

Eurocon [European Science Fiction Convention] (Rotterdam, Netherlands) [thru 8.19]

Fan Expo Chicago [f.k.a. Wizard World Chicago] (Chicago, Illinois) [thru 8.18]

Florence Wine Fest (Florence, Alabama) [thru 8.17]

FolkEast (Little Glemham, England) [thru 8.18]

Franklin County Watermelon Festival (Russellville, Alabama) [thru 8.17]

Georgia Mountain Fair (Hiawassee, Georgia) [thru 8.24]

Kool-Aid Days (Hastings, Nebraska) [thru 8.18]

Machias Wild Blueberry Festival (Machias, Maine) [thru 8.18]

Macomb Balloon Rally (Macomb, Illinois) [thru 8.18]

Madison Ribberfest - BBQ & Blues (Madison, Indiana) [thru 8.17]

Nebraska Balloon & Wine Festival (Elkhorn, Nebraska) [thru 8.17]

New Orleans North Festival (Joliet, Illinois)

Northampton Balloon Festival (Northampton, United Kingdom) [thru 8.18]

Old Time Power Show (Cedar Falls, Iowa) [thru 8.18]

Palio di Siena (Siena, Spain)

Philadelphia Folk Festival (Schwenksville, Pennsylvania) [thru 8.18]

Sabin Harvest Days (Sabin, Minnesota) [thru 8.17]

Sarajevo Film Festival (Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina) [thru 8.23]

Seoul POPCON (Seoul, South Korea) [thru 8.18]

Summerfest (Sleepy Eye, Minnesota) [thru 8.18]

Summerfolk Music and Crafts Festival (Owen Sound, Canada) [thru 8.18]

Sutherlin Blackberry Festival (Sutherlin, Oregon) [thru 8.18]

Wallace Huckleberry Festival (Wallace, Idaho) [thru 8.18]

Western Idaho Fair (Boise, Idaho) [thru 8.25]

Wicomico County Fair (Salisbury, Maryland) [thru 8.18]

Wild Blueberry Festival (Paradise, Michigan) [thru 8.18]

Zoo Brew (Idaho Falls, Idaho)

Feast Days

Agostino Carracci (Artology)

Ana Petra Pérez Florido (Christian; Saint)

Armel (a.k.a. Armagillus; Christian; Saint)

Arsacius (Christian; Saint)

Benjamin Alire Sáenz (Writerism)

Carista (Day of Peace in the Family; Pagan)

Carle Vernet (Artology)

Charles Bukowski (Writerism)

Diana Wynne Jones (Writerism)

Diomedes of Tarsus (Christian; Saint)

The Ditzies (Muppetism)

Edrinios (Arbitration Time; Celtic Book of Days)

Hal Foster (Artology)

Harmonic Convergence Day (Everyday Wicca)

Herbed Butter Day (for Vesta’s Bread; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Ivan Bilibin (Artology)

Joachim (Christian; Saint)

Napier (Positivist; Saint)

Otto Messmer (Artology)

Roch (Christian; Saint)

Shahenshahi (Parsi New Year; India)

Simplician (Christian; Saint)

Solarinite Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Stephen I of Hungary (Christian; Saint)

Translation of the Acheiropoietos icon from Edessa to Constantinople (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Wave at the Surveillance Cameras Day (Pastafarian)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

American Flyers (Film; 1985)

Austenland (Film; 2013)

Blind Faith, by Blind Faith (Album; 1969)

Blue Crush (Film; 2002)

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, by Roald Dahl (Novel; 1964)

The Commitments (Film; 1991)

Crow De Guerre (The Inspector Cartoon; 1967)

Dear God, by XTC (Song; 1986)

The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, by Tom Wolfe (Novel; 1968)

Fiddlesticks (Ub Iwerks MGM Cartoon; 1930) [1st Color Sound Cartoon]

Firemen’s Picnic (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1937)

Foreign Correspondent (Film; 1940)

He-Man and the Masters of the Universe (Animated TV Series; 2002)

If I Had a Hammer, by Peter, Paul & Mary (Song; 1962)

Last Train to Clarksville, by The Monkees (Song; 1966)

LazyTown (Children’s TV Series; 2004)

Lover, by Taylor Swift (Song; 2019)

Midnight in a Toy Shop (Silly Symphony Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Olympic Hymn, by Richard Strauss (Hymn; 1936)

Rodeo Romeo (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1946)

The Roman Hat Mystery, by Ellery Queen (Novel; 1929)

Rules of the Ring, by Jack Broughton (Boxing Code; 1743) [1st Rules of Boxing]

The Scarlatti Inheritance, by Robert Ludlum (Novel; 1971)

Siegfried, by Richard Wagner (Opera; 1876) [Ring of the Nibelung #3]

The Tate Gallery (Museum; 1897)

Tom and Jerry Meet Sherlock Holmes (WB Animated Film; 2010)

Uncle Buck (Film; 1989)

The Usual Suspects (Film; 1995)

The Vanishing Prairie (Documentary Film; 1954)

Volunteers (Film; 1985)

What a Wonderful World, recorded by Louis Armstrong (Song; 1967)

Wimmin Hadn’t Oughta Drive (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1940)

Winning the West (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1946)

Today’s Name Days

Alfred, Rochus, Stefan, Theodor (Austria)

Krunoslav, Roko, Stjepan (Croatia)

Jáchym (Czech Republic)

Rochus (Denmark)

Aulis, Aurel, Kuldar, Kullar, Kullo (Estonia)

Aulis (Finland)

Armel, Roch (France)

Alfred, Rochus, Stefan, Stephanie (Germany)

Alkiviadis, Apostolos, Diomedes , Diomidis, Gerasimos, Sarantis, Seraphim, Stamatia, Stamatis (Greece)

Ábrahám (Hungary)

Rocco, Serena, Stefano (Italy)

Aistars, Astra, Astrīda (Latvia)

Alvita, Butvydas, Jokimas, Rokas (Lithuania)

Brynhild, Brynjulf (Norway)

Alfons, Alfonsyna, Ambroży, Domarad, Domarat, Joachim, Joachima, Roch (Poland)

Leonard (Slovakia)

Esteban, Roque (Spain)

Brynolf (Sweden)

Yukhym (Ukraine)

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Day of Year: Day 229 of 2024; 137 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of Week 33 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 14 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Ren-Shen), Day 13 (Red-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 12 Av 5784

Islamic: 10 Safar 1446

J Cal: 19 Purple; Fryday [19 of 30]

Julian: 3 August 2024

Moon: 87%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 4 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Napier]

Runic Half Month: As (Gods) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 58 of 94)

Week: 2nd Full Week of August

Zodiac: Leo (Day 26 of 31)

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