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You know... is pictures like that that make me curious to find out exactly how grey my ace spectrum actually is.... LOL"
Pictures like that ..."
That too. Which is a lot more than what I usually want to do. Hence, testing the limits *grins*
It must be a Chris thing :o)

He's guilty of cheating of what's its name exam and bad puns.

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You know... is pictures like that that make me curious to find out exactly how grey my ace spectrum actually is.... LOL

You know that bastard Ryan Gosling never bothered to show his face a villain... Lost opportunity, but what could we do??"
Sorry, I have to disagree... he stole Barbie's dream house. If that's not a villainy thing to do, I don't know what it is?

Team loki... you lost me..."
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Yeah, I know that... I got lost because I am not on team Loki :P

Team loki... you lost me...

Although, I am doing a mm wheel at the moment, so, yeah, items on cover can be a little... limited. LOL.
Any open spots to tackle?

What was I saying... Oh, right...
So... I read hottie wheel and thought... I need to join that... What can I say, it's the lusty in me.


The Witching Hour by Anne Rice, 1207 pages, 50h according to audible.
From the author of the extraordinary Vampire Chronicles comes a huge, hypnotic novel of witchcraft and the occult through four centuries.
Demonstrating, once again, her gift for spellbinding storytelling and the creation of legend, Anne Rice makes real for us a great dynasty of witches—a family given to poetry and to incest, to murder and to philosophy; a family that, over the ages, is itself haunted by a powerful, dangerous, and seductive being.
On the veranda of a great New Orleans house, now faded, a mute and fragile woman sits rocking... and The Witching Hour begins.
It begins in our time with a rescue at sea. Rowan Mayfair, a beautiful woman, a brilliant practitioner of neurosurgery—aware that she has special powers but unaware that she comes from an ancient line of witches—finds the drowned body of a man off the coast of California and brings him to life. He is Michael Curry, who was born in New Orleans and orphaned in childhood by fire on Christmas Eve, who pulled himself up from poverty, and who now, in his brief interval of death, has acquired a sensory power that mystifies and frightens him.
As these two, fiercely drawn to each other, fall in love and—in passionate alliance—set out to solve the mystery of her past and his unwelcome gift, the novel moves backward and forward in time from today's New Orleans and San Francisco to long-ago Amsterdam and a château in the France of Louis XIV. An intricate tale of evil unfolds—an evil unleashed in seventeenth-century Scotland, where the first "witch," Suzanne of the Mayfair, conjures up the spirit she names Lasher... a creation that spells her own destruction and torments each of her descendants in turn.
From the coffee plantations of Port au Prince, where the great Mayfair fortune is made and the legacy of their dark power is almost destroyed, to Civil War New Orleans, as Julien—the clan's only male to be endowed with occult powers—provides for the dynasty its foothold in America, the dark, luminous story encompasses dramas of seduction and death, episodes of tenderness and healing. And always—through peril and escape, tension and release—there swirl around us the echoes of eternal war: innocence versus the corruption of the spirit, sanity against madness, life against death. With a dreamlike power, the novel draws us, through circuitous, twilight paths, to the present and Rowan's increasingly inspired and risky moves in the merciless game that binds her to her heritage. And in New Orleans, on Christmas Eve, this strangest of family sagas is brought to its startling climax.


Sorry, I'm on Team B.. I'm way over it!
So, where do we stand on this one?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Svz-W..."
Also team A

Actually, Eni and I are exposing the kid to it in order for her to love it as well.

https://youtu.be/EdDqhn43ZYQ?si=tC-UH...

Anyway, the client was all kinds of awesome and welcoming. But with the rush of leaving at lunch time and imminent trip to the airport I ended up forgetting my laptop charger. At the client's office. In The Netherlands. And when did I managed to notice it? This morning, 5 minutes before my first meeting.
Luckily, the IT guy had a spare one that I could borrow, and since one of the client's employees is portuguese and will be heading home for christmas, he's going to bring it to me. It will only cost me a package of Queijadas de Sintra. Not a pastry as famous as the Pastel de Nata, but they are his favourites.