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Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] ladyofthemasque
meme )

Heh. Well, I can hope it'll come true again (and maybe next time I'll actually remember the different languages).


Okay. I'm going to apologize now for the lack of "Snape's Journal" updates. I do have more written, but I haven't had the time/energy/will/inspiration to revise them enough for postability. Yes, I am lame. However, as unpolished as it is, here's the next entry for those who care.

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I was tagged by [livejournal.com profile] beletseri, to do this:

List five weird personal habits. Then, tag five people to do the meme. Drop them comments to let them know it's their turn.

Um...

1) I say "gesundheit" or "bless you" to anyone who coughs or sniffles, as well as to sneezers. Among family, I say it if you sneeze, cough, sniffle, burp or fart. (DH's roommate started us on this habit with "gesundheit", but it evolved and took on a life of its own. Now that Babe is learning to talk and socialize we're trying to break it - without success.)

2) Pretty much first thing upon waking, I reach for a hair-tie. Sometimes it's on the side table, where I put it when I went to bed, sometimes it's still buried somewhere in my hair from the night before. I hate having hair in my face. (So why the long hair?)

3) Not a habit, per se, but I will, on a cyclical basis, stop and start reading. When I'm reading (reading phase usually lasts about 3 months at a time) I will devour books, but when the tide turns, I won't even read leaflets unless I have to. I usually don't get back to the books I abandon when the shift happens. Only email is pretty much exempt from this mood swing, though it is affected.

Gosh, this is hard. I don't really have many "habits" (that don't involve TMI)

4) Um... Again, not really a habit, but whenever I talk to myself (which is a habit, but can it really be considered "weird"?), it's in a Canadian accent. I've never lived in Canada, though my parents do.

5) I'm constantly stretching my neck to try and get it to pop. (Why bother with knuckles when you have vertebrae?)


Okay, so now I guess comes the tagging part. Um... I'll just choose from the most recent updaters, shall I? So [livejournal.com profile] ashfae, [livejournal.com profile] zalena, [livejournal.com profile] keladry_lupin, [livejournal.com profile] bonsaibetz, and [livejournal.com profile] karlajean. Tag. You're it.


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Babe takes long naps. When he goes down it can be for as long as four hours, but he doesn't always like going down (heh, what kid does?). Today was one of those days he really objected, so DH put him "down" in his crib while he was here for a late lunch. Babe cried for about five minutes, rather half-heartedly, before succumbing to the sleep he desperately needed. When DH left for work an hour later, saying he'd be home in a couple of hours, there still wasn't a peep from Babe's room.

Anyway, Babe's been asleep in his room, on the second floor, for a few hours now, and I've been down in the basement keeping my ear out for his cries or the rattling of his crib (which I can hear via the duct-work). A few minutes ago I thought I heard something, so I went up the well-lit basement stairs to find the living room and kitchen completely dark. I had forgotten to turn on any lights before retreating to the den.

I heard another squeak, so I turned the corner to get to the second flight of stairs, and, in the space of a second, realized a few things. One, I didn't hear Babe rattling his crib vociferously, like he usually does when he wakes up. Two, the entrance, which is beside the opening for the up-stairs, seemed darker than usual, and three, there was something small and pale moving in an arc in the midst of all that darkness.

It took me another second before I realized that the motion was from a hand, and a largish person dressed in all black was blocking the entrance.

I gasped and jumped back, heart pounding. Then I heard my husband's laugh.

DH scared the crap out of me by coming home on time. =)


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Updates

Feb. 6th, 2006 10:27 am
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Oh, by the way, "25 Dates" is finally, finally complete with a thoroughly fluffy ending. It's over at The Petulant Poetess.


Also, the next chapter of "She Married her Choice" is up at TPP, and in queue at Ashwinder. I'll post it on AFF sometime soonish.

Summary: The wedding night goes downhill as Severus' condition worsens.


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So, first off, a late birthday wish to [livejournal.com profile] zalena. I hope the year continues to get better and better.

Next, a little list of accomplishments for this year, so far. )

And I've finally submitted the final chapter of "25 Dates" to the Petulant Poetess. About time, too.

Now I'm tired.

Short but Rabid Rant ) Go Podunk!

And here's another edition of Snape's Journal )
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Taking a break from all the madness for a moment. Feels good to sit down and relax. I'm almost done, though. Almost. I only have to organize my art supplies and move them into their new home, and throw out all the trash I've unearthed, and vacuum the office rug, and scrub the family room floor (which looks great by the way) and glue on the rest of the baseboard. Shouldn't take more than, oh, say, five days. Oh, and that's not counting the reorganization of the drawers in the dining area. That really needs to be done soon.

Of course, that's assuming the neighbors don't let their house fill up with tobacco smoke again. It leaks through the walls and air vents, and besides reeking, I get migraines from the smoke. Saturday I had to lie down for hours, which of course, disrupted my sleep that night. DH later said he knew my head must be hurting when I swatted away his hand when he tried to scritch my head. Usually I purr when he does that.

But, despite headaches and bouts of nausea, I have made progress. Lots and lots of progress. Must now return to the drudgery, though.

Will be back sometime. Promise.

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Hmm. I thought of this last night, though the story it belongs to hasn't been written yet, or even plotted out. This is kind of a segue between the first act and second. Please let me know what you think.

Title: Still
Author: averygoodun
Rating: whatever (anyone)
Warnings: inconclusive; excessive use of ellipses (unbetaed)

Read more... )



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ramblings

Jan. 17th, 2006 02:58 pm
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Have I mentioned my new year's resolution yet? It's singular.

I will not travel far this year. I will not travel near. I will not travel anywhere, 'less Death takes someone dear.

Okay, maybe that's exaggerating, as I do somewhat hope to get down to NYC this April to go see my cousin's ex's show, but that's only if my mum comes out and goes with me. But that's the only traveling I even half heartedly want to do this year.

I am so sick and tired of traveling. Three trips last year. THREE! And I had had every intention of not traveling last year, as well. But first it looked like my grampa was going to die, and we wanted him to meet Babe, so that was one cross country trip. Then DH had to go to Colorado for business, and we decided that since his ticket was paid for, we might as well make it a family affair so that Babe could meet his other set of grandparents... And then Christmas. I'll just chalk that trip up to 'love of family' (especially sister).

I repeat. I am NOT traveling this year. Unless someone dies. So please, everyone, if it's getting close to your time, please, please take pity on me and wait till next year. I mean, would another year really be that bad?

It does mean that I'll have to miss my high school reunion (if I'm even invited) Aw shucks.

my own ramblings )


Anyway, the other thing I wanted to share was an argument my friend, Anne Stone, wrote about writing and civilization. It's just her musings, but I thought they were interesting.

a friend's ramblings on 'civilization' )


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I think I may be a genius.

I have managed to trap myself into the computer room for 2-4 hours while the leveling compound on the basement floor dries. DH is upstairs with Babe. There is absolutely nothing I can do to help him out.

Hee hee hee.

It was an accident (at first). Really, it was. I had every intention of helping him out with the rest of the room. I just happened to be in the wrong place when the first bucket was poured. I could have got out then, but then there would have been unreachable areas, where the leveler wouldn't have reached. Shucks.

However, I think it's probably a fair deal. After all, I was the one who swept and scrubbed the floor (three hours of scrubbing, hands and knees). We probably have an equal amount of physical exertion at this point.

So now all I can do is wait for the floor to dry. I don't know what I'll do...


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Um, sorry for the delayed notice, but I'm preparing my basement for a new floor (something other than the paint splattered concrete gray it currently is), so I probably won't be keeping up with ya'll. Sorry. I'll tell you how it turns out when it's done. Shouldn't be too long. If we're on schedule, it should be done by sunday evening. If we're going by record, we'll be done next february.

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Wow. That was quite the experience. I love my family, but God is it good to be home.

Thirteen people. Nine adults and three very loud children, and my son (who occasionally contributed to the noise).

One house.

Fun.

Anyway, I'm back now, and all three of us are very happy to be home. Babe was stumbling around reacquainting himself with his own toys and his own space with a huge grin on his sleepy face. I was happy to make myself a cup of hot tea and relax on the couch, drinking in the luxury of quiet that pervades this place.

It was nice to see everyone. It really was. My brother has gone all shaggy which is really amusing to me. Fortunately, he's lost a lot of the pudge that was developing over the last couple of years (even taking into account that the camera adds ten pounds). My sister is wonderful as always. Still the perfect daughter and sister, you know? How she manages to survive each day with her two wonderful (but super hyper and noisy) daughters is beyond me. I guess it helps that her eldest is mellowing out into a really nice person. When she's not spazzing.

It is actually beyond me why anyone wants more than one child. A few times this trip I was wondering why anyone reproduced at all, and that's with my sweetheart of a baby. I love him dearly, but...

However, between screaming children and frustrated parents, I managed to actually get some book reading done. I think the majority of my pressies were books, which is really amusing because I think I've read two (actual) books in the last 12 months. Sad, I know.

Book report )

And then there was the trip back. Fun-ness quadrupled. We left the house at 4:30 this morning, and Babe never got back to sleep. Did I mention that he cut two molars this week, and I believe he's cutting a third? Take off and landing was nightmarish. There wasn't anything DH or I could do to stop the screaming because he was too tired to go to sleep, which meant he was too tired to do anything to cooperate, like suck on his bottle to ease the pain in his ears.

Fun.

And now I can hear DH is back from the doctor. Oh yeah. That was also fun.

Babe came down with a mystery illness on New Year's weekend, you know, when all doctors' offices but the emergency room were closed? He developed a really nasty rash that started at his ankle, then spread all over his body, though in a less vicious form. I thought it might be a reoccurrence of chickenpox based on the nastiness of the rash, but the nastiness was only around his ankles and feet. It wasn't blisterlike anywhere else. Then, Jan 2nd, he developed a fever. That started speculation with diseases such as measles and scarlet fever being brought up.

details )

So Babe seems fine now, but DH is sick. That's how vacations work, though, right? You go on them intending to rest up and relax, and end up getting sick. Right?

Sea World was fun, though. I got to pet a dolphin. Made me very, very happy. And the manatees made me weepy. Their gaze is just so... compassionate. Weird phrase to use on big, fat, floating blimps, but there it is. I think I like them very much.

Downtown Disney was also fun. Went there on a date with DH (YAY!!! A date! An actual date!) and saw some really beautiful kitsch. Some really nifty art as well. At a store called Pop Art there was a beautiful and completely awesome glass bust made up of holes. There were also some paintings by the background artist of Disney's, Eyvind Earle (?), who worked on the backdrops for Sleeping Beauty, and the like. Those paintings were good. I liked them immediately, then, upon closer inspection, thought they were a bit kitschy, then saw them from a distance and was impressed again, then saw them again a couple days later and was still impressed. They were nice.

More descriptions of art I saw )

Oh, and the Lego store where you can buy legos by the cup full, with lots of bins organized by type and color! That was pretty darn cool too.

Oh, if only DH and I were rich. Then I would buy myself two houses, one modern and sleek where I could display all the modern art and sculpture I like, and the other more traditional, where I'd live most of the time, and surround myself with beautiful objects d'art that aren't as edgy. And then I could go on vacation more often, and with less of an excuse than a family reunion.


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Well, as it turns out, Friday was Christmas after all. Not only was the news good (in a perverse kind of way) but DH came home with news of not only a raise (first since starting here) but also a bonus! On second thought, maybe it isn't Christmas afterall... maybe Hell has finally frozen over. Whatever it is, it's all good.

Yesterday we sent Babe off on his first trip without us. Our friends had a Christmas party to attend at the Children's museum and asked to borrow Babe. I think I finally decided it would be a good idea on Tuesday (DH was out of town again). So anyway, Babe left at 10 am, and at 10:30 DH and I were out the door to go see a movie! First movie in months and months and months.

To bad we went to see Harry Potter. At least DH enjoyed it. Okay, that's not fair. I enjoyed it. I was shaking with silent laughter through most of it. And Ralph's make-up was tolerable, while his performance fit the movie perfectly. Ach well, live and learn. Serves me right for not getting any spoilers.

Then last night, after Babe was returned with glorious reviews of the day, the three of us went to DH's workplace Christmas party. It's a lot more fun with a kid. Especially one who is absolutely beautiful, huge, and being very, very good. (DH and I are so lucky.)

I was actually fairly outgoing, which was nice, and had a good conversation with a nice couple, who are new to the company. One comment upset me, though.

We were talking about home towns (it all started with "It's a Wonderful Life" What is it about that movie?). The wife was saying how she didn't like the movie, because she found the idea of being trapped in one's home town rather depressing. I agreed completely. But a little later on I amended my opinion, saying how I missed certain aspects of Boulder, my hometown. I explained how it being a University town was nice because the populace was mostly educated (and they can converse intelligently on a variety of topics), among a few other positive traits.

A little later the conversation had veered into why I didn't like the wife's hometown (I lived there for a year, and it was a miserable year), and, well, I had to explain where I was coming from, so I started by saying, "Well, Boulder is fascistly Liberal..."

At this point the husband said, "When you said educated, I figured you meant Liberal."

How sad a comment is that? Are conservatives illiterate dunderheads, then? Or is it that everyone thinks Liberals are such snobs that they view the world that way? Either way, it's a horrible, fallacious view and no one profits from it.

Begin rant )

You know?

*sigh*

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ETA: Okay, this is funny as all get out. Please read. (thanks [livejournal.com profile] windypoint!)

http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,5744,17563462%255E601,00.html
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What, you mean it isn't the 25th yet? Christmas must have come early, then, because these are wonderful, wonderful headlines!

Political fun-ness )


Joy to the world, there may be hope yet.

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So the first chapter of the sequel is off at the betas. Quick question. Is "She Married Her Choice" completely lame as a title? If I had a paid account I would do a poll...

If it is completely lame, does anyone have any suggestions? I'm horrible at titles. Horrible!

Here's the "prologue" of the sequel, which is just a 435 word recap of "Marry a Choice."

I give away the end of MAC, if you care in the least little bit )

memes )


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Bugbear of self doubt and the defeatism of depression )


Today I managed to get 10 dozen cookies made (rum balls... yummm), had a small hissy fit, and got DH to finish a project that's been dragging for the last year. Yay! He was also very, very nice and let me have a long nap this evening.

Tomorrow I get to pick up his Christmas present from the post office (yay!) and go look at frames for "Squashed" at the craft store. Maybe I'll also manage to get the next two batches of cookies made, as well as write and address the Christmas cards. (Anyone want one?) I'll try to be optimistic. Hell, I could even remember to water the plants! Miracles have happened before...

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Taken from [livejournal.com profile] tigertoots:

1. What did you want to be when you grew up?
Well, when I was eight I wanted to be a scientist, at ten a doctor, and sixteen I had no specific idea, although I knew it would have to be in the arts somehow.

2. Did you follow through? If not, what happened?
Um... well, I paint.  I write.  Neither for any money, though.  Yet.  Still working on following through, I guess. 

3. Is your life turning out the way you thought it would when you were a kid? If not, is it better or worse?
Not even!  I'm not sure how I expected it to turn out, but obscurity wasn't in the picture.  I think somewhere in the last decade or two my attitude has become much more... socially acceptable.  I think I'm a better person than I would have been if my life had turned out as I thought it would, but that's made it more difficult.

4. Paradoxes aside, if you could time-travel back to when you were 10 years old, what would you tell your 10-year-old self?
Don't be scared.  You'll survive, and it will get better.  But try not to swear so much when you get older, K?

5. Do you think the child you were, would like the adult you've become?
Depends what age.  Before ten, probably.  After ten... I don't know.  Probably not.


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I have a request to make.  Would people help me figure out all the reasons it's a bad idea for Snape and Hermione to be together?  I've come up with a few obvious ones, but I'm looking for as many, and as vaired, reasons as possible.  The smaller the details the better (like she has good teeth, he doesn't, they'd use different hair cleansers, etc.). 

I would really appreciate the input.


And Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] amsev


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I don't feel good.  Now is really not a good time to get sick, although it might be better than when DH comes home, since he'll almost certainly be sick and need 50 consecutive hours of catch-up sleep...

Maybe some comfort food will help?  Maybe shunting babe off onto someone else will help?  Maybe not getting woken up from naps by telephone calls would help?  Grrr.


Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] maebynot Bloody Long Book Meme )

(some of my favorites aren't even listed, though!  Like Golden Gate, Vikram Seth;  Emily of New Moon, L.M. Montgomery; Long Dark Tea TIme of the Soul, Douglas Adams... etc.)


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Your Snape-Fic Scenario (Squeak's Meme Challenge for WIKTT) by squeak_the_soprano
Username
TimeHermione's 6th year with age-assist from the timeturner
GenrePWP (or romance if rating does not allow for this)
RatingL (only if legal please)
Antagonist (person or Problem)Severus does not want to open himself up to possible hurt
Quiz created with MemeGen!



NOOOOooooooooo! I don't wanna write any more smut! Shan't shan't shan't shan't shan't!

Also, writing any romance between 6th year Hermione and Snape is kinda icky to me. I don't care if she technically came of age at the beginning of the school year, nor do I care that she's used a timeturner. As HBP proved, she's still too dang immature! Also, how do you write a PWP with a believable Sev trying not to get hurt?

Actually, now that I think about it, I did read a PWP that was HBP compliant, that took place during the Christmas Party... (can't remember who wrote it) but Snape was definitely not afraid of getting hurt!

Hmph.

Maybe a drabble?

ETA: Of course, with the thought of a drabble, I figured out a way to write it. Heh.


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