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Transformative and participatory information behaviours – for starters

The premise of fandom studies is that fannish works and cultures are distinctive. So, in this case, fannish information behaviours are distinctive. One way, specifically that they are distinctive is that

fanworks, in both physical and digital form, are seen to take a central place in the information environment;

Price, L.; Robinson, L. (2017). ‘Being in a knowledge space’: Information behaviour of cult media fan communities. Journal of Information Science, 43(5), 649-664. doi.org/10.1108/JD-05-2020-0089

It is not the primary source that takes central space in fannish information systems but transformative works, this transformation being the unique way fans alter the information. (That the information is altered is in itself not in opposition to general information behaviours. Organisation and dissemination, for example, can also be framed as alteration of data without considering any other processes.)

In the same research, there were some statements that the majority of fans participating in the experiment agreed on:

Fans collect information for other fans in the form of creating rec lists, link lists, wikis, tutorials, guides, etc.

Other fans are an important discovery tool and source of information.

Certain fans act as information sources or gatekeepers for the wider fan community.

These statements also place fandom (other fans, fanworks as in rec lists, fan community) in the focus of these information behaviours. If we squint, we can also catch the participatory nature of fandoms, that of the active consumer: here are the tutorials and guides you can follow, here are the lists leading you to further information and here are the fanworks where you have to place together how it builds on canon yourself.

There is an old joke in humanities where a professor proclaims something to be a social construct. The audience finds that a really interesting starting point and urges them to keep talking. They say, no, that was the conclusion. So, let us start here and continue with the scholarship the researchers of both fandom studies and information sciences have provided us with.

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Comic strip for 2026-04-26

Phoebe and Her Unicorn

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kazzy_cee

On Friday, Mr Cee and I travelled to Bermondsey in London to visit the Young V&A Museum to see their exhibition all about Aardman Animations. There had been issues with the tube trains all week (a series of strikes), but fortunately, we could easily get to the museum by train to London Bridge and a bus from there took us almost to the door.

The museum is aimed at families and young children with lots of hands-on activities, but it was interesting to see that most of the people who were visiting the exhibition were nearer to our age *g*. Founded by Peter Lord and David Sproxton, Aardman Animations has been around since the early 1970s. They began with stop-motion animations on a children's TV programme created for deaf children, called Vision On, and the birth of their first cute Plasticine (modelling clay) animated character, Morph. Their work has extended into commercials, short films, music videos (including the famous Sledgehammer video with Peter Gabriel), and into full-length animated (and extremely successful) films with memorable characters such as Wallace and Gromit and Shaun the Sheep.

Under the cut for examples of the processes involved in producing clay-based characters, animation and lots of models!
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There was so much more than I've included here, including the chance to make your own stop-motion clip, film yourself as an animation guide and play around with lighting a scene (and more). It was well worth a visit. The exhibition will finish in November this year, and if you buy a ticket, you get free access if you want to go back to see it again.

lapsa

На школьных моих тетрадях
На липовой коре
На зыбком песке на снеге
Я имя твоё пишу

На всех прочтённых страницах
На всех пустых листах
Камне крови бумаге и пепле
Я имя твоё пишу

На золочёных рамах
На винтовках солдат
На королевской короне
Я имя твоё пишу

На джунглях на пустыни
На гнёздах на кустах
На каждом эхе детства
Я имя твоё пишу

На откровеньях ночи
На белом хлебе дня
На первых днях обрученья
Я имя твоё пишу

На клочьях моей лазури
На заводи солнце мхе
На озере лунной ртути
Я имя твоё пишу

На нивах до горизонта
На быстрых крыльях птиц
На мельнице светотени
Я имя твоё пишу

На каждом броске рассвета
На море на кораблях
На безумной горной вершине
Я имя твоё пишу

На рыхлой пене тучи
На смертном поте грозы
На затяжном ненастье
Я имя твоё пишу

На всех сверкающих формах
На колоколах цветов
На истине бесспорной
Я имя твоё пишу

На петляющих тропинках
На торных прямых путях
На уличных столпотвореньях
Я имя твоё пишу

На лампе, во тьме зажжённой,
На лампе, потухшей к утру
На всех моих приютах
Я имя твоё пишу

На яблоке разделённом
Между зеркалом и жильём
На пустой моей постели
Я имя твоё пишу

На псине моём гурмане
На острых его ушах
На лапе его неуклюжей
Я имя твоё пишу

На трамплине порога
На знакомых вещах
На пламени благословенном
Я имя твоё пишу

На всякой познанной плоти
На лице моих друзей
На каждом рукопожатье
Я имя твоё пишу

На окне в котором чудо
На внимательных губах
За чертой молчанья
Я имя твоё пишу

На прибежищах разбитых
На рухнувших маяках
На стенах тоски и скуки
Я имя твоё пишу

На полном равнодушье
На голом сиротстве моём
На похоронных маршах
Я имя твоё пишу

На вернувшемся здоровье
На покинувшей беде
На беспамятной надежде
Я имя твоё пишу

И мощью его и властью
Я вновь начинаю жить
Рождённый чтоб знать тебя
Чтобы тебя назвать

Свобода.

1942 год

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Jim Moriarty (Sherlock) and purple (this is the first time I've attempted selective colouring on icons)

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ysabetwordsmith

This year during Three Weeks for Dreamwidth, I'm writing about reading as a way of becoming an expert in a given subject. Read Part 1: Introduction to Becoming an Expert.

Three Weeks for Dreamwidth Part 2: Architecture

Architecture is the art of designing and building structures, such as houses, offices, churches, or skyscrapers. It goes back only a little less far than humanity does. People have always needed shelters and event spaces, and started making their own rather early on. Here on Dreamwidth, check out

farmhouseprints,

flaneurs,

photographic_i, and

urban_photos.

Three Weeks for Dreamwidth April 25-May 15

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poliphilo

Phil did something the police considered illegal in connection with a climate protest and is out on remand. I haven't asked what exactly it was but no doubt I'll find out in the course of the day. It seems impolite and possibly insensitive to push for that kind of information.

He's middle-aged, sun burned, soft-spoken......

Quakers have a long history of getting up the noses of those in authority.

Before Phil cycled in we had Wendy here planting potatoes and all sorts of other veg. I am charged with watering everything twice a day. "Don't you mean twice a week?" I pleaded. No. Twice a day, morning and evening.

Did you know that dandelions are wholly edible- root, leaves and flower? They're also medicinal. Particularly good for the kidneys- as the alternative peasant name for them "piss-the-beds" would suggest. We do the earth and ourselves a disservice by treating them as weeds. Wendy and I nibbled a leaf each. Bitter but not unpleasant. She also ate a flower. "Pretty tasteless" she said. We agreed we would cultivate a bed of dandelions alongside all the other veg- and to that end we collected some seeds.

sorcyress

Iiit's still NEFFA!

Gosh I am suddenly weirdly tired! I can't imagine why this might be! What could've possibly caused this?

Actually, the thing I want most right now is like. Playing video games or something silently by myself. It's been a great day but also a _very_ social day. I have had so many wonderful discussions! Short and long, in snippets across a set or hours wandering and hanging out. Real damn good!

(Highlights include a very rewarding bit of convo about the ways SCD is a little too insular sometimes with Jenny Beer, an extremely illuminating fun fact of learning that the concept of clothing that doesn't fit the people wearing it is even more recent than I thought (it's a post WWII factory conversion thing!), and a glorious two hours hanging with Alexander and Willow, including an amazing reading of the most nonsensical academic paper abstract that has ever been written.)

In terms of actual official things I did:

*I started the day by wandering down to Observe the Morris dancers! Muddy River has a zillion people I know on it! WhistlePig has fewer people I know but as I mentioned offhand to one of the other people watching, it has an extremely high proportion of people I have Big Idle Crush Feels For, which makes a lot of sense for the dedicated queer team. I had good morning chats with bunches of people and also got to see an *extremely* new babby, just two weeks out of his mother and small and neato!

*I managed to miss all of the pre-noon things that were otherwise on my "maybe I'll do that" list, but I hung with Lucretia some and had a lovely-but-sad chat with Val about the state of public school education (grr). I did manage to wander back up the hill in time for Susan dG's "Jane Austen's Squares" session, which surprised me slightly by being not Regency (the period in which Austen's books are set) but in fact late baroque (the period Jane would've been dancing as a 15-20 year old!) It's been a hot minute since the last time I've been in one of Susan's classes, and I found it very pleasant to realize just how much my teaching style is cribbed from hers. (I don't know that anyone else would see the parallels, but yeah, there's some stuff there about how to make hard dancing accessible).

*From there was lunch (more siopao!) with Justin dC and Charis, then Justin and I realized we were both interested in Scott Higgs and Jenny Beer's panel on "Better Dancing is More Fun!". Which like. If that wasn't already inherently enough to catch you, they also had Joanna Reiner give a 3-5 minute spiel about some of the good stuff she intentionally does for her floors. MORE AMAZING TEACHERS OKAY?! It was really good vibes!

*Had a half hour of chatting time with friends, where I confirmed a band for my GenderFree SCD class party in June (yay! This was starting to get slightly urgent! I also confirmed a band for the 2027 party, which I hope will be a Bigger Shindig¹!). I also exchanged Important Baby Gossip with Beth, which was extremely fun to do!

*Off we all went to the beginner SCD session, which was quite well taught (nice job Charles!) and also extremely beginner-filled, in a way that feels heartening and also makes me more annoyed at myself that I forgot to bring my flyers. Sigh! But it was fun! And then I didn't bother to change my shoes, just swapped sides of the hotel for the regular-type SCD, except I forgot that the two events were on opposite of the "sometimes events start on the hour and sometimes they start on the half-hour" thing that NEFFA does, which means I danced three _very_ good waltzen first! Okay fine, technically what Bret and I did was some variety of tango, but Monya and I did an _incredible_ Waltz with lots of lead switching and intensity and good non-verbal communication and it felt soooo goodoooo! And Teah was excited to let me lead, which felt good --leading waltzes was like the single dance skill I really felt like I _lost_ during 2020/2021, and I'm extremely pleased to feel like it has come back some.

*SCD was fine! Howard made some _wild_ choices dance-wise, but he fit the pieces together pretty well. And then I found myself outside chatting with Alexander and Willow, and I guess checking the timestamps on the schedule, that's then what I did from about 6:30 until 10. Huh. Nice job!

Ben stopped by at one point which was Very Good, and Tuesday joined for a bunch of it, and it was really lovely. And we did eat dinner-type things, and I did not successfully buy them gelato this time around, but that will be a future adventure maybe.

*Anyways, I had a hard cutoff of 10 because that was Michael Karcher's "Stream of Contraness" 41-dance hash. To Torrent, natch! Apparently they all signed up together and everything, which is very sweet. I happened to encounter a wild Anna Rain, at exactly the right time to ask her to dance and she said yes and I said "but I prefer not too wildly flourishy" and she said "oh yes that's perfect" and it was SO GOOD!

And then I never made it back to the hotel half of the festival like I intended. I chatted merrily with Keira and Charis and Annie and then with Hannah and Ian and then saw Sammy-the-new-musician-we-like-so-much-at-Scottish who was bubbly and enthusiastic and excited to ask me to do the last contra. How could I say no to that? We did an extremely chaotic and energetic dance and it was grand! (oh to dance with nineteen year olds!²)

I wrapped with a lovely conversation and walk with Apollo, and then it was time to drive back to the AirBnB! The fomo is real, but counterpoint, it's incredibly valuable to not accidentally stay up singing until three AM when I've got rehearsal at 9 tomorrow. Speaking of which...off I go to bed, goodnight!

~Sor
MOOP!

1: This year is "Flights of Fancy" (Emily and Dirk Tiede, Beth Murray) and next year will be Torrent (Sarah and Ross Parker, Nadia Gaya). Hellll yes for all these musicians!

2: I am, first of all, too young to be any sort of "gosh did I have that much energy when I was that age" and also yes _yes I did_. And let's be real, yes I _do_, because there was a very good climbing tree at the NAFest a couple weeks ago, and weirdly no one else was in it at any point.

tsuki_no_bara

today i went to a sheepshearing festival with one of the admins m (the one i went to muppet madness with on monday) and didn't exactly see sheep being sheared - the crowd was too thick - altho we could definitely hear the sheep talking. we did however see some dog herding - i think said doggie was still learning but she managed to herd the sheep around, at least once they stopped giving her the side-eye and kind of shifting away from her - they moved in a tight clump of sheep which was really entertaining - and some maypole dancing and a revolutionary war reenactor showing a bunch of little kids how to hold a colonial era rifle and a guy carving a spoon and bunch of extremely chatty lambs and giant whoopie pies ("the big whoop") and a lot of wool. i mean, seriously, so much wool, so much yarn, so many pretty colors. admin m knits. i do not. i petted a lot of skeins tho. (also a pile of fresh shorn wool and an alpaca.)

i love that sheep sound exactly like the sounds people make to imitate them. i mean they really do say "baa".

tonight i met my sister for dinner (i had shrimp) and we saw the drama and i have no idea how i feel about it. zendaya and robert pattinson had just enough chemistry for me to buy them as two people who love each other enough to get married but otherwise, i dunno. i think it's well done but wow is it uncomfortable to watch. also it was shot in boston but if you don't recognize the street names you'd never know that.

I wear my grandmother’s teeth on my wrist. She mostly
used her teeth for smiling. Hi gang! Big and open, her whole
arm scribing overhead in joy as we approached. Seems
almost caricature, but it was real. She was real. I miss her. I don’t

know how she stayed, after all her losses, so cheerful, alone.
Decades alone, widowed young, alone by choice
in her bed. The teeth I wear are not from her mouth, but
from a jaw older maybe even than humans: walrus, fossilized,

bought before I was born that time she and her husband
flew a small plane they could borrow cheap, thanks to
his job at Boeing—details, details, the small gold chain
that double-checks the bracelet’s clasp, how much security

the details give us—to Alaska. My goodness, the romance,
the time, their lucky, white, poor and upwardly mobile, just-
post-depression, educated selves. Those teeth of hers
I wear are not recently of ocean or ice, and absolutely not

of this new ocean, this new thin ice, but dug from earth
and browned by earth, the rest of their original life gone. The
nerves and blood, the soft gums, the sensitive, broad
mystacial pad and its seeking whiskers. My grandmother

wasn’t like a fossil, which is what some people get called
when they get old. In the care home where she lived
for a few years or months (time blurs), they said her smile hid
her decline. I think again about the pass politeness, rote

manners, can give—their grace or shroud. Inside my mouth,
all my teeth sit still in their sockets, minus little bits which, in some
cases, are filled with expensive compounds my grandmother’s
daughter could afford and which I did not tend or value

enough when their care became mine. I know how loose
teeth can be when a life hasn’t held them or when life’s flush
fades, when the flesh sags off. I’ve found so many seal jaws,
dolphin jaws, porpoise jaws on the beach, in dunes, and,

whether I pocket anything or not, I always wiggle them
in their ragged sockets, count the cusps, touch each point, which
tells me not what they said but who, as a species, they were.
Are. Hi, gang! So sweet, so eager to see even our shitty, selfish

teenage selves. Inside my mouth, there’s a whole lot
of impolite, but I know how to close my lips around it.
The teeth on my wrist from my grandmother might
be fragile. I don’t know and can’t unless I try to break

them. She was such a joyous force. She was such a joyous
force. It makes me afraid to pull the bracelet over the knob
of my wrist, to stretch the old elastic, because I have lost
so much joy already, which is entirely my fault. She seemed,

to me, to always be vibrant with care. The teeth are loose
on my wrist. Once, someone put her finger on the small
spur no one notices below the last knuckle of my hand and
that is why I bought a different bracelet that touches me

where she touched me, with the same, delicate precision.
I hardly ever wear the other bracelet, the teeth, which
are really little squares, like lozenges to ease a throat, and
haven’t I been sore-voiced? Hey, gang! Her arms waving

like she was guiding a plane to the gate. The way
she would love whoever saw her. Really. Whoever.

--"The Teeth on My Wrist", Elizabeth Bradfield

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Current Music: the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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JLA Giffen-DeMatteis-Wozniak, JLE Giffen-Jones-Robertson. Warning for just SO MUCH NYC-based destruction. If you thought JLI #11 foreshadowed 9/11, you hadn't seen anything yet.

Inspector Camus comes to the Justice League’s old embassy to find Michael Morice cleaning up. Morice may have been fired some time before the UN shut down the whole Justice League operation, but this was his embassy before that, and he won’t leave it in a state of bloody disorder! Shaking his head, Camus uses the monitor room to contact the League, but the League is in wild party mode in celebration of Max's return. So that’s about as productive as discussing anal-retentive tendencies with Morice. ( Or pacifism with Despero. )

ysabetwordsmith

Today we went to the Douglas-Hart Nature Center for their Earth Day celebration and native plant sale.

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ysabetwordsmith

People have expressed interest in deep topics, so this list focuses on philosophical questions.

What would be different if the 9/11 terrorist attack never occurred?

We would have a lot more freedom, privacy, and civil rights. I might still be willing to use airports.

The terrorists may have missed the White House, but they scored a direct hit on the American way of life. It's among the most effective terrorist attacks in recorded history, and it's still working.

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torachan

1. We had a nice morning at Disneyland. And we were out an hour or so longer than we were on Wednesday but no signs of any problems from Jasper.

2. The forecast said we might get a little rain today and we did get just a little. After we got back home, thankfully, but honestly even if we'd been out, it was just light sprinkling for maybe half an hour. There might be a bit more overnight, but doesn't seem to be any more on the horizon.

3. Both yesterday and today I woke up at 6:30 (first time since we got back home). 6-6:30 is my preferred wake up time to feel like I have enough time in the morning to take my walk and not feel rushed about breakfast, chores, etc. Hopefully it continues!

4. Round loaf.

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purlieu [pur-loo, purl-yoo]

noun:
1 a place where one may range at large; confines or bounds.
2 a person's haunt or resort.
3 an outlying district or region, as of a town or city.
4 a piece of land on the edge of a forest, originally land that, after having been included in a royal forest, was restored to private ownership, though still subject, in some respects, to the operation of the forest laws.

Examples:

I walk my new purlieu, the boundaries of our new patch, which overlaps the old in a Venn diagram of localism. With my centre shifted, local farms are revealed from fresh angles. (Nicola Chester, Country diary: The strange familiarity of moving a mile away, The Guardian, November 2025)

Once the purlieu of Montpellier’s well-heeled bourgeoisie, these days the Promenade du Peyrou, a park and tree-lined esplanade on the eastern edge of the city, is the stomping ground of tourists and Instagrammers. (The Heritage of Montpellier: Top 5 Things To See and Do, Framce Today, February 2019)

Added to that, they are often in the purlieu of financially stricken Councils who whenever the word 'arts' comes up, are inundated with letters to the Editor saying money being considered to be spent on that would be better expended on hospitals and schools. (Valerie Lillington, The Vicar of Dibley | Noarlunga Theatre Co, Australian Stage, June 2018)

This favourite purlieu of London has larger books than mine devoted to its history. Through the mists of the past is dimly seen a homestead clearing in the great Middlesex forest, that became a manor of Westminster Abbey and a hunting-ground of our kings; then, by-and-by, a resort of Londoners when they could stroll out safely across the open fields of St Pancras and Marylebone. (G B Stuart, A road-book to old Chelsea)

But such betrayals never escaped him when, in one of his inimitable disguises, he penetrated to the purlieu of Whitechapel, to the dens of Limehouse. (Sax Rohmer, The Golden Scorpion)

Origin:
Middle English purlewe land severed from an English royal forest by perambulation, from Anglo-French puralé perambulation, from puraler to travel through, measure, from pur- thoroughly + aler to go (Merriam-Webster)

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Dear Annie: I have been married for 12 years to a good man whom I love very much, but I dread nearly every holiday, birthday dinner and casual Sunday visit with his family. On the surface, my in-laws are charming, polished and the sort of people everyone else describes as "so nice." But behind that polished exterior is a steady drip of cutting remarks aimed almost entirely at me.

My mother-in-law has a talent for delivering insults with a smile. She will look at a meal I brought and say, "Well, that's certainly ... rustic," or ask whether I am "still doing that little job of yours," even though I work full time and do quite well. My father-in-law joins in with jokes about how their son "used to eat better before marriage" or how I have "modern ideas" whenever I disagree with them about anything from parenting to politics to how often we should visit.

The comments are always subtle enough that if I react, I look oversensitive. But after years of this, I feel like I am being pecked to death by very well-dressed chickens.

What hurts most is that my husband says, "That's just how they are," and urges me to ignore it to keep the peace. But there is no peace for me. I leave these gatherings replaying every jab in my head for days.

How do I tell my in-laws to stop without blowing up the family? And how do I get my husband to understand that "just ignore it" is not a strategy, it is surrender? -- Bruised by Politeness

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agonyaunt

DEAR ABBY: I'm struggling with what to do about my first job out of college. I've been here for four months, and while I expected a learning curve, I didn't expect the environment to feel so hostile. My boss yells at me across the office for small, easily fixable mistakes. The latest incident involved her slamming her hands on the table several times and shouting, "What are you talking about?" while I was trying to clarify a question. I couldn't even get my words out.

I'm in the second round of interviews for another job with a different company, and I'm torn about what to do. My parents think I should stick it out to avoid being seen as a job hopper. But I feel anxious going into work every day. This environment is eroding my confidence.

Furthermore, I will be moving to a new town with my fiance next year, so I'm wondering if it's smarter to stay for another several months or take the new job (which will be remote, if I get it) even though I'm worried I might not like that one either.

Am I too sensitive? Should I leave a job this quickly, or push through until my move? How do I make the right decision when I feel guilty no matter what I choose? -- CONFLICTED IN NEBRASKA

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settiai

I'm very behind on Critical Role and have been rewatching the first ten episodes for the past week or so. Now that I'm caught up to the point where I was before life became very chaotic, I'm going to try to get properly catch-up over the next few weeks.

As with previous posts about the current campaign of Critical Role, this will be a combination of quotes, random thoughts, and some speculation. And it's obviously full of spoilers (albeit vague ones in places).

( Spoilers under the cut. )

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ysabetwordsmith

The Game Is Rigged And You Don't Have To Stay

Most people don't leave because they think they can't. Not because of money. Not because of the kids. Because nobody ever said out loud that leaving is a rational choice.

If you are unhappy with your life, do something about it. If you only have one or a few issues, then it makes sense to try fixing them first. But if you hate most or all things about your job, where you live, your family, whatever -- then leaving IS a rational choice. See Introduction to Goal-Setting Frameworks for ideas about making logical decisions. As long as you are a legal adult, you have the right to leave situations that don't suit you. It's not selfish to stay alive.

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Page Summary

fanhackers_feed - Transformative and participatory information behaviours – for starters
phoebeandherunicorn_feed - Phoebe and Her Unicorn - 2026-04-26
kazzy_cee - An outing all about Aardman Animations
lapsa - Поль Элюар. Свобода
mulhollands in your_favourites - Challenge 235: Special Challenge: B/W and Color
ysabetwordsmith - Three Weeks for Dreamwidth: Architecture
oglaf_comic_feed - Halt
dine - coffee is the lifeblood that fuels the dreams of champions!
poliphilo - Ecological
sorcyress - Further adventures in NEFFA!
tsuki_no_bara - did i mention all the lovely yarn colors?
tcampbell1000 in scans_daily - Disney on Ice: JLA #57, JLE #33 (JLI 87)
ysabetwordsmith - Today's Adventures
ysabetwordsmith - Philosophical Questions: Different
torachan - Daily Happiness
sallymn in 1word1day - Sunday Word: Purlieu
conuly in agonyaunt - LW does not have an inlaw problem, she has a husband problem
conuly in agonyaunt - LW should've sent this one to Ask a Manager
settiai - Critical Role: Campaign 4, Episode 11
ysabetwordsmith - You Don't Have to Stay

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Transformative and participatory information behaviours – for starters

Transformative and participatory information behaviours – for starters

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Further adventures in NEFFA!

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LW does not have an inlaw problem, she has a husband problem

LW should've sent this one to Ask a Manager

Critical Role: Campaign 4, Episode 11

You Don't Have to Stay

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