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Oy. Real life ate me, but this time only briefly. My break is almost a month long, so all the tests and projects and suchlike happen right before we get off. I had a poetry portfolio due in the last day, and putting that sucker together took forever. I did most of my best work in forms before it was assigned, and my cher professeur sees everything good I write (that is not fannish-- I would get laughed out of the classroom), so I had to write all new stuff. Some of which, actually, was not bad. I mean, my pantoum was sort of odd, but those generally are. I wrote a great sequel to "Proud Maisie", a ballad by Sir Walter Scott, wherein a robin predicts the protagonist's death, but wherein she does not die. Which bugged me. In my sequel, she does die. I suppose I ficced a bard, but hellz, who could blame me? The dude has (had) major issues with follow-through.
Anyway, thusly, I am SOOOOO late with my hiatusthon fic(s?). So I am finishing those *feels bad*...
OMG Christmas was good. Among presents which may be of interest to 'flist:
- All Or Nothing At All, in which Hugh Laurie is an upstanding lendy-lendy sort of guy that gives people money that isn't his and gambles with money he doesn't have and OMG HE IS SO INCREDIBLE. My feelings for him transcend the sexual. I'm like, an inch away from starting a devotional religion with him as the god. There is nothing that I need in a person that he cannot provide, except that maybe he will have kicked it by the time I spawn little fanchildren. But let's not talk about either of those unsavory topics.
- The Clinic, a series in which Hugh is not, but which is Irish medical drama, and has won all kinds of awards. In the first episode, they sort of pelt you with characters, but there are already storylines I am anxious to follow, so yeah. Promising.
- Jeeves and Wooster,in which Hugh plays a stupid (!!!(my grandfather informs me this is not possible)!!!) rich man who is virtually babysat by his vastly more intelligent valet, Jeeves, played by Stephen Fry. Adapted from the PG Wodehouse novels. I have the complete series.
I strongly suspect that my mother buys me DVDs for Christmas because she knows it'll keep me in one place long enough to do her laundry. Pretty much all I do when I'm home is fold laundry. My mom got me started folding at a young age, and for a while there I was pretty shabby, but I've since grown up enough to have developed OCD about such things. Also I am secretly an origami nerd, so that helps (or doesn't help, depending on your perspective-- if I'm folding with you and you happen to be a less precise folder than I am, I will unfold everything you've done and refold it my way, which is inarguably the better way).
Anyhow, Merry Christmas, flisties. And happy Boxing Day.
Anyway, thusly, I am SOOOOO late with my hiatusthon fic(s?). So I am finishing those *feels bad*...
OMG Christmas was good. Among presents which may be of interest to 'flist:
- All Or Nothing At All, in which Hugh Laurie is an upstanding lendy-lendy sort of guy that gives people money that isn't his and gambles with money he doesn't have and OMG HE IS SO INCREDIBLE. My feelings for him transcend the sexual. I'm like, an inch away from starting a devotional religion with him as the god. There is nothing that I need in a person that he cannot provide, except that maybe he will have kicked it by the time I spawn little fanchildren. But let's not talk about either of those unsavory topics.
- The Clinic, a series in which Hugh is not, but which is Irish medical drama, and has won all kinds of awards. In the first episode, they sort of pelt you with characters, but there are already storylines I am anxious to follow, so yeah. Promising.
- Jeeves and Wooster,in which Hugh plays a stupid (!!!(my grandfather informs me this is not possible)!!!) rich man who is virtually babysat by his vastly more intelligent valet, Jeeves, played by Stephen Fry. Adapted from the PG Wodehouse novels. I have the complete series.
I strongly suspect that my mother buys me DVDs for Christmas because she knows it'll keep me in one place long enough to do her laundry. Pretty much all I do when I'm home is fold laundry. My mom got me started folding at a young age, and for a while there I was pretty shabby, but I've since grown up enough to have developed OCD about such things. Also I am secretly an origami nerd, so that helps (or doesn't help, depending on your perspective-- if I'm folding with you and you happen to be a less precise folder than I am, I will unfold everything you've done and refold it my way, which is inarguably the better way).
Anyhow, Merry Christmas, flisties. And happy Boxing Day.