Friday! All hail the weekend!
Randomness:
* I've started my ginnybigbang novella. Not a big start, mind you, but I now have an actual document saved with actual words about Ginny in it. Baby steps, baby steps.
* T-minus 3 days until kidschist's stitches come out and I can wash the boy's hair. Yes, I am really counting down.
* Voting's up at dyno_drabbles, dramione_ldws, and fwhg_ldws. The Fred/Hermione drabbles are exceptionally good this week.
* What's my style of humor? I think I'm pretty humorless, to be honest...one of those people for whom the word "earnest" was invented. The Funny Test found a way to label me anyway. (Stolen from virtually everyone.)
Your result for The 3 Variable Funny Test...
the Wit
your humor style:
CLEAN | COMPLEX | DARK
You like things edgy, subtle, and smart. I guess that means you're probably an intellectual, but don't take that to mean pretentious. You realize 'dumb' can be witty--after all isn't that the Simpsons' philosophy?--but rudeness for its own sake, 'gross-out' humor and most other things found in a fraternity leave you totally flat.
I guess you just have a more cerebral approach than most. You have the perfect mindset for a joke writer or staff writer.
Your sense of humor takes the most thought to appreciate, but it's also the best, in my opinion.
You probably loved the Office. If you don't know what I'm
talking about, check it out here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/.
PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Jon Stewart - Woody Allen - Ricky Gervais
The 3-Variable Funny Test!
- it rules -
Take The 3 Variable Funny Test at HelloQuizzy
* From the "take a first/last line and write a drabble" meme going around, I wrote this based up on a line of drcjsnider's: "No way!" Ron exclaimed.
Title: Dinner and a History Lesson
Word Count and Rating: 393, PG
Summary: Rose knows the Malfoy family history isn't repeating itself in Scorpius. Now if she could just get her father to accept the idea...
Notes: Since I'm a slave to my prompt tables, this is also for 012 History at 100quills.
"No way!" Ron exclaimed. "I'm not having a Malfoy in my home, sitting at my table. What are you thinking, Rose?"
Rose continued to set the table, only her flushed cheeks betraying her anger. "Silly me thought I could invite a friend over to my house and not have my father be unreasonable about it."
Ron's face was as red as his daughter's. "Oh, I'm unreasonable, am I?" he barked. "You don't know, Rosie. You just don't know what they're like. Years ago-"
"I think I've heard this before." Rose slammed silverware on the table with sudden force and faced her father. "Years ago, Lucius Malfoy almost killed Aunt Ginny, and Draco Malfoy called Mum horrible names, stepped on Uncle Harry's face, let Death Eaters into Hogwarts, bit the heads off daisies, colored outside the lines, and was generally evil incarnate." She tucked her long auburn hair behind her red ears. "Did I leave anything out?"
"What's going on in here? Is everything all right?" Hermione's voice broke in, but neither Rose nor Ron stopped glaring at each other long enough to acknowledge her arrival in the dining room.
"Thanks for the history lesson," Rose sneered, and she ignored her mother's intake of breath at her tone, her father's obvious anger, and the way her brother muttered "oh, boy" under his breath. "Let me tell you a few reasons why Scorpius is not his father." She held up her fingers, counting off one by one. "He's a Ravenclaw. He hates Quidditch and Dark Magic. He reads Hogwarts: A History, and he has six copies of Mum's Chocolate Frog card because his father-" Rose half-shouted over Hermione's shushing, "-grew up and raised Scorpius to think of Mum as a hero."
Rose whirled and grabbed a fifth plate from the sideboard, placing it next to hers. "And he's my boyfriend and he's coming over for dinner tonight! So you bloody well better be nice, Daddy!"
The only sound in the room was the scrape of Hugo pushing back his chair as if readying for an escape.
"Tonight?" Hermione murmured unhappily, glancing downward at the simple meal of chicken and green salad she had prepared for the family.
"He's your boyfriend?" Ron bellowed.
"Oh, boy." Hugo muttered again, and when the doorbell rang, he grabbed a chicken leg and ran for the stairs.
* I've started my ginnybigbang novella. Not a big start, mind you, but I now have an actual document saved with actual words about Ginny in it. Baby steps, baby steps.
* T-minus 3 days until kidschist's stitches come out and I can wash the boy's hair. Yes, I am really counting down.
* Voting's up at dyno_drabbles, dramione_ldws, and fwhg_ldws. The Fred/Hermione drabbles are exceptionally good this week.
* What's my style of humor? I think I'm pretty humorless, to be honest...one of those people for whom the word "earnest" was invented. The Funny Test found a way to label me anyway. (Stolen from virtually everyone.)
Your result for The 3 Variable Funny Test...
the Wit
your humor style:
CLEAN | COMPLEX | DARK
You like things edgy, subtle, and smart. I guess that means you're probably an intellectual, but don't take that to mean pretentious. You realize 'dumb' can be witty--after all isn't that the Simpsons' philosophy?--but rudeness for its own sake, 'gross-out' humor and most other things found in a fraternity leave you totally flat.
I guess you just have a more cerebral approach than most. You have the perfect mindset for a joke writer or staff writer.
Your sense of humor takes the most thought to appreciate, but it's also the best, in my opinion.
You probably loved the Office. If you don't know what I'm
talking about, check it out here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/.
PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Jon Stewart - Woody Allen - Ricky Gervais
The 3-Variable Funny Test!
- it rules -
Take The 3 Variable Funny Test at HelloQuizzy
* From the "take a first/last line and write a drabble" meme going around, I wrote this based up on a line of drcjsnider's: "No way!" Ron exclaimed.
Title: Dinner and a History Lesson
Word Count and Rating: 393, PG
Summary: Rose knows the Malfoy family history isn't repeating itself in Scorpius. Now if she could just get her father to accept the idea...
Notes: Since I'm a slave to my prompt tables, this is also for 012 History at 100quills.
"No way!" Ron exclaimed. "I'm not having a Malfoy in my home, sitting at my table. What are you thinking, Rose?"
Rose continued to set the table, only her flushed cheeks betraying her anger. "Silly me thought I could invite a friend over to my house and not have my father be unreasonable about it."
Ron's face was as red as his daughter's. "Oh, I'm unreasonable, am I?" he barked. "You don't know, Rosie. You just don't know what they're like. Years ago-"
"I think I've heard this before." Rose slammed silverware on the table with sudden force and faced her father. "Years ago, Lucius Malfoy almost killed Aunt Ginny, and Draco Malfoy called Mum horrible names, stepped on Uncle Harry's face, let Death Eaters into Hogwarts, bit the heads off daisies, colored outside the lines, and was generally evil incarnate." She tucked her long auburn hair behind her red ears. "Did I leave anything out?"
"What's going on in here? Is everything all right?" Hermione's voice broke in, but neither Rose nor Ron stopped glaring at each other long enough to acknowledge her arrival in the dining room.
"Thanks for the history lesson," Rose sneered, and she ignored her mother's intake of breath at her tone, her father's obvious anger, and the way her brother muttered "oh, boy" under his breath. "Let me tell you a few reasons why Scorpius is not his father." She held up her fingers, counting off one by one. "He's a Ravenclaw. He hates Quidditch and Dark Magic. He reads Hogwarts: A History, and he has six copies of Mum's Chocolate Frog card because his father-" Rose half-shouted over Hermione's shushing, "-grew up and raised Scorpius to think of Mum as a hero."
Rose whirled and grabbed a fifth plate from the sideboard, placing it next to hers. "And he's my boyfriend and he's coming over for dinner tonight! So you bloody well better be nice, Daddy!"
The only sound in the room was the scrape of Hugo pushing back his chair as if readying for an escape.
"Tonight?" Hermione murmured unhappily, glancing downward at the simple meal of chicken and green salad she had prepared for the family.
"He's your boyfriend?" Ron bellowed.
"Oh, boy." Hugo muttered again, and when the doorbell rang, he grabbed a chicken leg and ran for the stairs.