A Fistful of Shinies
The sun is shining in such a way as to charm even the most hardened and small-spirited of grouches. No bad mood stands a chance against it, so it's no surprise that I'm very nearly skipping my way through the day.
Nearly. It would look undignified with the long black coat, after all. But in my heart, I'm totally skipping. ;-)
I'm also in a mood of renewed cheerfulness because of some very nice news in my inbox this morning. My little Snape/Luna ficlet, Folie à Deux, has been named a featured story for the month at SH's Occlumency archive! That was really very kind of them, and they even gave me a nice shiny for it:
Thank you, Sycophant Hex and Occlumency! I'm honored. :D
And I also got a nice bit of flair for the OWL robes, all earned for the greater glory of Slytherin, of course. *g*
Special Special Special Special May June
November December Special Special
Eight stars again this time, too! ~glows green with Slytherin pride~ I'm so proud of my fellow Slytherins and all the hard work they're putting into the House Cup effort, and I've really had a blast discovering talented new authors and making new friends over the course of this competition. It's been a delight, often in some unexpected ways. (If you'd like to join in, go here and declare your House. Slytherin would be overjoyed to have you, I promise, but you're free to go where you like.)
Obviously, I am clearly feeling much lighter of heart today. Partly that's the weather. Partly that's the pleasure that comes from retail therapy and finding the perfect pair of black leather gloves, with a severe and entirely unnecessary row of perfectly Snape-ish buttons marching down the side. Mostly that's to do with you, dear Flist, who restore me to common sense when my own has deserted me. ~hugs~ I am grateful.
In other news, I think I may be turning into a fictional character, because I've been having one of those extremely odd sequences that only happen in movies and novels, where the protagonist keeps randomly encountering songs that appear to comment on the protagonist's dilemma in deliciously appropriate and entirely improbable ways. After yesterday's post, I was subjected to The Seekers' Georgie Girl in the bookshop (a charming ditty about a dowdy girl who's always been passed by and just needs to "jump down off the shelf"--fuck off, Seekers, say I) and then came home to flip on Dancing with the Stars (don't you judge me) for a moment, where I had to hear Michael Buble singing Haven't Met You Yet. (Sample lyric: I might have to wait, I’ll never give up, I guess it's half timin' and the other half's luck. Wherever you are, whenever it's right, you'll come outta nowhere and into my life...)
WTF, universe? I don't need ironic commentary from you! I am not some plucky, sarcastic character in a romantic comedy with pithy one-liners and a hip soundtrack!
...And if I am, I demand that my male love interest be played by Gilles Marini. :D
Nearly. It would look undignified with the long black coat, after all. But in my heart, I'm totally skipping. ;-)
I'm also in a mood of renewed cheerfulness because of some very nice news in my inbox this morning. My little Snape/Luna ficlet, Folie à Deux, has been named a featured story for the month at SH's Occlumency archive! That was really very kind of them, and they even gave me a nice shiny for it:
Thank you, Sycophant Hex and Occlumency! I'm honored. :D
And I also got a nice bit of flair for the OWL robes, all earned for the greater glory of Slytherin, of course. *g*
Special Special Special Special May June
November December Special Special
Eight stars again this time, too! ~glows green with Slytherin pride~ I'm so proud of my fellow Slytherins and all the hard work they're putting into the House Cup effort, and I've really had a blast discovering talented new authors and making new friends over the course of this competition. It's been a delight, often in some unexpected ways. (If you'd like to join in, go here and declare your House. Slytherin would be overjoyed to have you, I promise, but you're free to go where you like.)
Obviously, I am clearly feeling much lighter of heart today. Partly that's the weather. Partly that's the pleasure that comes from retail therapy and finding the perfect pair of black leather gloves, with a severe and entirely unnecessary row of perfectly Snape-ish buttons marching down the side. Mostly that's to do with you, dear Flist, who restore me to common sense when my own has deserted me. ~hugs~ I am grateful.
In other news, I think I may be turning into a fictional character, because I've been having one of those extremely odd sequences that only happen in movies and novels, where the protagonist keeps randomly encountering songs that appear to comment on the protagonist's dilemma in deliciously appropriate and entirely improbable ways. After yesterday's post, I was subjected to The Seekers' Georgie Girl in the bookshop (a charming ditty about a dowdy girl who's always been passed by and just needs to "jump down off the shelf"--fuck off, Seekers, say I) and then came home to flip on Dancing with the Stars (don't you judge me) for a moment, where I had to hear Michael Buble singing Haven't Met You Yet. (Sample lyric: I might have to wait, I’ll never give up, I guess it's half timin' and the other half's luck. Wherever you are, whenever it's right, you'll come outta nowhere and into my life...)
WTF, universe? I don't need ironic commentary from you! I am not some plucky, sarcastic character in a romantic comedy with pithy one-liners and a hip soundtrack!
...And if I am, I demand that my male love interest be played by Gilles Marini. :D
