I woke up randomly at 5.30am this morning, which is fairly standard at the moment, probably because my body actually hates me and refuses to take more than 7 hours of sleep regardless of what time I go to bed, whether or not I set an alarm or how tired I am (newsflash: very, more or less perpetually). What was cruel and unusual was lying awake for ( Read more... )

Oh, dear. In pursuit of watering the burgeoning and increasingly verdant collection of pots in my back courtyard, I seem to have accidentally watered the Hobbit. He is slinking about the house at half his usual volume and twice his usual density, looking matted and hedgehog-spiky and somewhat cowed. I would be feeling more guilty except he's ( Read more... )

It seems to be a random sort of morning. Thus, random linkery:

Programming language inventor or serial killer? Difficult to say, actually. I got 5/10. It's cheating to actually know what seminal programmers look like, all you geeks who are going to knock my score into a cocked hat.

And, apparently, Dumbledore was gay. No, really, Rowling says so ( Read more... )

Just to prove that I don't actually hate romance, only Valentine's Day: Harry Potter fanfic. H/D slash fanfic, wantonly perpetrated by the wonderful mistful. Featuring Harry as a part-Veela love-magnet in an Auror partnership with Draco. Because it cheers me up. (And because jo needs reading material).

Drop Dead Gorgeous, Part One
Also parts 2, 3 and 4 ( Read more... )