I will cook some Cornish game hens, asparagus with garlic, mashed potatoes with garlic, maybe bread rolls. Dessert will be eggnog and chocolate peppermint cookies.

I like my holidays to be inside and eating. Preferably inside my home. Several holidays mother wants me to be there with her though, which is tiring.

The story about Jeremy, the goblin lich who just wants to ‘make’ some friends and takes place entirely in one village and the forest nearby is absolutely as delightful as a kingdom spanning epic of political intrigue and backstabbing!

The first sounds really nice. I want to play that now. My character will be the village granny. She knits little protection doilies.

Ohno, my twin will see what games I play. Although they already get the friends popup saying what I’m playing when I start playing it.

They also wander into the computer room frequently to ramble at me so see what I’m playing them.

In short, we all play Dwarf Fortress and it’s not a secret.

The year we all got the flu, probably, and threw up homemade tiramisu.

But it was only that. We don’t celebrate the holidays that heavily, me being Jewish. The most this year will be I’ll make the three of us some Cornish game hens as a treat.

Aww, sleep clings to his little whiskers still! <3

But I love Lambchop!

It is a horrible earworm, very true.

Edit - Aww, not the Lambchop version.

I make cookies or canned jams, jellies, candied jalapeños. Edible so they will not clutter forever.

It’s a very pretty desk!

Can’t wait to try touching the chair only for it to yeet itself into a wall, juddering around making the worst sound known to God before it suddenly falls into the subocean and disappears from the game reality.

Everything that has yarn.

Yarn just seems to take over a home everywhere I’ve seen it.

I didn’t enjoy it very much. Which was surprising to people. I just really preferred to faff about and investigate things and die to things I was not suppose to say hello to yet.

Yes? She loves and dotes on her cats! Of course I am.

A fancy house cat of a nice middle aged middle class white woman.

Okay, my mother’s cats. She pampers them a lot.

I usually wrote a lot of scribbles for Stardew Valley, at least when trying to go for perfection.

Heaven’s Vault feels like it should have its own journal, but it really didn’t.

Sid Meier’s Pirates! could use a notebook at points or at least scrap paper.

Various convention floors. Mother would take me to her various fiber arts things, I’d get tired, I’d sleep under a table with my coat on me, or wrapped around my arms.

I’d explode if I slept on the floor these days.

For me, it’s audio in the background that I can interact with if I want.

Sometimes the people are funny too, but it’s not like my first monitor. Streams are a second monitor thing, with me doing something on the main. Reading, gaming, writing.

Also sometimes I’ll watch the various leagues to see people do games I’d hate to play do really really well at it.

A Girls World.

Back in the 2000s, a place for young girls. Articles, recipes, I think games? I edited articles for a bit. I use to be able to directly connect where I’d been online to there, in the sense of, “banner on website suggested this website and talked to people there which lead to this and then that and now to here” but my memory is bad now so I can’t.

If it still exists I doubt it’s anything like the original.

Dwarf Fortress Adventurer Mode. I was a jaguar woman. Mostly a vomiting jaguar woman, as I was shot in the gut by a rude human.

Money? A job. My cat to be alive again.

Actual likely items, probably one game from steam that sibling buys me.

Ahh, what a difference! I love mods, I’ve modded both Stardew Valley and Darkest Dungeon quite a bit. I also like them unmodded. One never has to mod so it feels weird to hate it.