and, now, eff, I have pledged myself to the "two essays due Monday" society. I immediately wrote in my daytimer, "OF COURSE YOU HATE YOURSELF" and I have literally no idea why I keep on ruining my weekends like this.

( totally something fun, though! )

wonderful thing one: Merry Christmas!

wonderful thing two: A Marriage of Inconvenience, The Grand Sophy by someone incomparably secret and awesome. I love this story a great deal, and I am grippingly possessive about it, after asking in several Yuletides for it, which is really flattering, off my flaws, and onto the story's many virtues so I ( Read more... )

So, yeah, I am great in all ways. My personal plus/minus is three, because I am a hag. Let's do a rundown of this especially meaningless useless stat! ( I really lose control of it here, though. )

Retroactively: This entry, bar the YULETIDE THRILLS, is not terribly exciting or fannish. It features very little history, no snark, and a lot of me pointlessly enthusing. EXCEPT THE YULETIDE PARTS, THOSE ARE PRETTY GREAT, NOT GOING TO LIE ( Read more... )

OMG!! SQUEE!!!!

I'm getting my very own copy of The Domesday Book. (It's census and tax records from when William the Conqueror...conquered England. Or the bits that would would put up with him, without another battle.) It's used, and I suppose it'll have modernized spelling. I do hope whoever edited it at least regularized some of that ( Read more... )

(mostly for notyoursar)

They have Tom of Finland linens!

I know no one really wants to perv on lithographs/whatever the hell they are, but still. It's ye old porne. And I want the pillowcases, at the very least. Because it is frightening on so many levels.