Fools Walk In

Okay, that question's settled, although I don't remember having asked it. I would not have made a stoic pioneer paving the way to new frontiers. I would have whinged and moaned until they stuffed me under a pillow. Can we move on now?

Three days without electricity, which in my neck of the woods means no heat in the middle of winter, no running water, no flushable toilet, no shower, no stove, nothing except candles and flashlight after 4:30 p.m., no music, no computer - three days of this have made me insanely grateful for basic creature comforts. I'm also sad to report that it takes a mere three days to reduce me to greaseball status. And that reading by flashlight strains the eyes and gives one a crook in the neck. My respect for those who struggled for literacy against all odds - including frozen fingers and noses and lack of available light - has jumped to awesome proportions.

I feel like such a wimp. But I'm glad to be back in civilization again. *hugs internets*

The best motivation for updating my journal, I find - apart from the devouring need to rec something - happens when I'm toodling along, writing at my usual plodding pace, and the fic takes a sudden too-sharp turn and I fall out of the saddle. Whump, bruised backside. Well, the post-DH thing I'm working on just went metaphysical on me. I'm too close to it to judge whether or not I just plunged off the straight and narrow and straight into a bog, but I've been trying to learn how to spot these gaping wastes of time and energy before I commit them.

So I have to sit back and blink for a minute and in the meantime? Do an already passé book meme. Be warned, there will be cheating. ( Cut to spare all those who really couldn't care less )

Sorry, folks, sending you to my LJ to minimize the spammage and to convince you to read a wonderful fic that gives those evol, untrustworthy Slytherins a voice.

And what do you know? It's the voices of children talking to their teacher.

Who just happens to be dead.

Listen closely; they will break your heart.

Oh. My. God.

How did I not know until this moment that Tim Burton is making a film version of the musical Sweeney Todd? With Johnny Depp as the Demon Barber? And ALAN RICKMAN as Judge Turpin!!!!!????

*whimpers oh my fucking god over and over*

( Further palpitations on the same subject )

Um. *looks around* So I'm here, me and my pain-in-the-butt dial-up. First impression: my advert sidebar is urging me to try free menopause relief. I am nonplussed by their presumption of intimacy.

I don't particularly care for my journal lay-out and the colors are slightly nauseating, but I'll deal with that later. Time now to track down all my friends. This should only take a few hours. *waves*