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There were more blasts on the London tube just a short while ago. Those fucking terrorist sons of bitches.
Am addicted to action figures now. I can't help it. My Bilbo came in the mail yesterday and last night when I went out to Target to buy some camping supplies I bought little metal figures of Flash and Batman from the Justice League cartoon. Have also just bid on a Buffy Summers figure. If this keeps up I'm going to have to buy new shelves just for my toys.
Am going camping with the Da, the Big Lug and the Pup next weekend. We've decided to head to the Lake Huron shoreline up by Alpena. This is probably the place we'll be staying at. I'm rather excited, haven't been camping in much too long. Plus I get to use the new sleeping bag I bought last night. It's name brand and it was on sale, two great tastes that taste great together.
beizy has linked to a picture of Rupert Grint in his new, non-Harry Potter film. I can finally and officially say that I am a dirty, dirty old woman.
I am feeling the strongest urge to write a Hufflepuff story. The only problem is that I don't know canon nearly well enough to make me comfortable actually, you know, attempting it. So, I demand someone, somewhere write me that story. Someone also needs to write the Harry Potter Child of Divorce story because if I can't write about Hufflepuffs then I definitely cannot write about the Boy Himself.
For that matter, where is all the post-HBP fic? Enough with the meta and the commentary I need stories, people. Because, yes, the entirety of fandom everywhere does revolve around my wants and needs. ;-)
Discuss: If, like some have intimated, certain parts of fandom are rather like a high school cafeteria with their popularity games and dramas, then does that mean that all social interactions devolve into adolescent bullshit?
Am starting to feel the need to go back and tag all of my entries. Am still valiantly resisting the impulse.
Am addicted to action figures now. I can't help it. My Bilbo came in the mail yesterday and last night when I went out to Target to buy some camping supplies I bought little metal figures of Flash and Batman from the Justice League cartoon. Have also just bid on a Buffy Summers figure. If this keeps up I'm going to have to buy new shelves just for my toys.
Am going camping with the Da, the Big Lug and the Pup next weekend. We've decided to head to the Lake Huron shoreline up by Alpena. This is probably the place we'll be staying at. I'm rather excited, haven't been camping in much too long. Plus I get to use the new sleeping bag I bought last night. It's name brand and it was on sale, two great tastes that taste great together.
beizy has linked to a picture of Rupert Grint in his new, non-Harry Potter film. I can finally and officially say that I am a dirty, dirty old woman.
I am feeling the strongest urge to write a Hufflepuff story. The only problem is that I don't know canon nearly well enough to make me comfortable actually, you know, attempting it. So, I demand someone, somewhere write me that story. Someone also needs to write the Harry Potter Child of Divorce story because if I can't write about Hufflepuffs then I definitely cannot write about the Boy Himself.
For that matter, where is all the post-HBP fic? Enough with the meta and the commentary I need stories, people. Because, yes, the entirety of fandom everywhere does revolve around my wants and needs. ;-)
Discuss: If, like some have intimated, certain parts of fandom are rather like a high school cafeteria with their popularity games and dramas, then does that mean that all social interactions devolve into adolescent bullshit?
Am starting to feel the need to go back and tag all of my entries. Am still valiantly resisting the impulse.