Well.

The beauty of writing Marauder-fic is that nothing has happened to destroy my personal canon.

It was a good ending.  It was satisfying.  I will list my impressions.

1.  I was right about Dumbledore, dammit.

2.  Like the rest of the known world, I was right about Regulus.  And really, I loved that whole bit.  That he drank the potion instead of ( Read more... )

I'm thinking about my old ceramic-sculpture teacher.  Man, he was cool ( Read more... )

A transcript of the last fifteen minutes:

ME: "Isoflurane.  I should look that up."

ME: "...but isn't sodium pentothal injection-only?  They'd probably prefer to just ... soak a rag ..."

ME: "Oh, that's just sick."

ME: " ... eeeg ..."

ME:  "Hmm.  rrr ... rrr ... hay ... my ... what do you mean?"

ME:  "Yeah, he might actually have a stutter."

ME: "Okay.  ( Read more... )

Note to the world:

When you talk on your cell phone until the conversation ends with, "Okay, I'm falling asleep."  -- "Me too."  -- "Talk to you tomorrow then."  -- "Okay, see you" -- followed immediately by drooling collapse,

it is entirely likely that you will be wakened by the sound of the corner of your pillow finding the # key and holding it.

They're gone! *dances in a frightening hip-shimmying manner with lots of flailing hands*

"They" refers to my grandparents, which leaves me utterly qualified for the role of Horrible Person.  Really, though.  I love them very much, I just never want to actually see them again.

And I have my bedroom to myself again, which permits partly-clothed dancing ( Read more... )

There's this one artist -- God, I hope she's not reading this -- and why I assume she's female I don't know -- I guess because most of you folks are --

*forces herself to stop*

I love this artist's work.  I mean, honestly, love it.  And I can't remember exactly who she is at the moment.  But she does these pencil sketches that have something to them ( Read more... )

One of my favorite things about livejournal is that I keep taking Memory-Lane trips through my old fandoms.  I read it, do the hissing-like-a-snake laugh when I see a good joke, do the snorfle-through-my-nose laugh when I see something that embarrasses me with my own degree of geek cred, it's fun.

In this case, the fandom in question is Lord of the ( Read more... )

*does a stupid little dance*  Pirates.  Pirates.  Pirates!

Since I'm pompous and like to get out my lighted pen and pretend to be a film reviewer, I have reviewed it ... I'll post in the morning ... but first, there's a story behind the way we saw it.

Every year since Pearl Harbor came out, my journalism/economics/US government/US history teacher has ( Read more... )

My God, I'm doing it again.  I just looked up Discworld fanart.  And this time I can pinpoint the exact moment it happened.  I was reading Thud! and the thought popped clearly into my head:  "Someone, somewhere has drawn or written Sally/Angua hatesex in the locker room, possibly with a side of Corporal Carrot, possibly involving strategically ( Read more... )

At three minutes and four seconds past two o 'clock A.M. on Sunday morning, it will be 02:03:04 05-06-07.