good song my morose... something clever that sounds like morose and refers to you...morsel? maybe not but I am hoping this weekend I will actually get a chance to read your many chapters of inexplicably amusing doom. I think i'll have to explain my bitter hatred of the phrase mm'k to you over email... assuming i remember. I seem to be crippled by a large case of feeling rather adrift myself. Also i feel like writing all the time, but never do, and seem to be self medicating with expensive trips to whole foods because no where else sells papaya halfs with limes... and chocopear minicakes for one. Oh btw I was rather concerned for you based on this article... http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1474162/posts so please make sure four years from now you're not still living anywhere near san francisco (well obviously you won't be because we'll be in Australia... obviously... yes.) hugs across our respective drifts!
And I'll remind you about the mm'k. Because, because the curiosity consumes me! Consumes! With, like, little flames of "what if?"
Papaya halfs with limes and chocopear minicakes, eh? I think if I could find these things anywhere, I would also be self medicating with them.
Oh, SF. You know, I grew up practically on top of the San Andreas fault, so this is nothing new. Imminent threat of death? Whatever. (This is the secret to the CA attitude, right here. Just like the weather explains Bostonians in a nutshell.) But yes. Every intention of frolicking off to Australia...within a few years. Actually, around four. Which might be poor timing. Fly away in the midst of an earthquake and so on...
You should write and eat papaya halves with lime simultaneously. And then send to me! (the writing, not the papaya).
I commented on Schnoogle, but I had to come over here and tell you again how much I loved "Refraction". I would try to pick out my favourite parts, but I'd end up quoting the entire thing.
I'm sorry about your post-erm, posting...? No, "post-fic completion depression". But you know what you can do about that, don't you? As long as you have the time? *wheedles*
When I get over the despair of not having any more updates to look forward to, I'll begin the stage in which I think, "It's finished! And I can read the whole thing without feeling bereft when I read the last chapter, because there's no more waiting! Yes!!"
So. Yes. Really love the fic. Made many a day of mine loads more bearable. Gracias.
I'm very glad you liked it. I'm currently writing about 6 things, and to be perfectly honest...none of them are really going anywhere. But they will! Someday. I will make them. Yes. And then I will post them here. Mmmhmm.
Damn, that was amazing! I just found your story on "An Unlikely Pair" last night and now, alas, it is finished. Update that site though, sheesh. I had a near panic attack when it ended at chapter 9. Thank goodness for author pages. Anyways, awesome job. I hesitate to say this, but this is probably one of my favorite HP fanfics ever! Your Luna, Draco, and Harry are perfect. Thanks so much for this amazing story.
I know, I know...Unlikely Pair...I'm a very bad updater. I'll fix it, I will. Maybe this weekend. After I balance my checkbook, which is another thing I keep meaning to do and somehow never do.
Was Chapter 9 a really evil place to stop? I rather suspect it was. Hmm. Best get on that.
Thanks for the feedback! Feedback is exciting--possibly the most exciting thing in my world. Which is possibly the sort of thing I shouldn't run around admitting, but there it is.
Oh my. I bet you don't even read the comments on this journal anymore. And I _so_ don't care. I have this overwhelming need to tell you exactly how awesome this fic is. It is awesome like socks and hotdogs. Awesome like cupcakes, except maybe they're dangerously insane evil!cupcakes that hiss and bite, and then make you cackle out loud, madly, alarming your neighbors at 4am. Or something. Dammit. This isn't even my regular fandom. Look what you've done, you and your awesome fic. I'm gushing. This is embarassing. (Or it would be, if you ever read the comments on this journal. Which you don't. So I win. Winnily.) Off to go hide in momentary gushing shame and then hunt down more of your fics. Yes. Good plan.
Unluckily for you, and very happily for me, I do check the comments in this journal. Mwa ha ha. If I didn't, I would never have known you compared my fic to evil!cupcakes, and then, you know, my life would never have been complete. :)
At the present...this is all the fic there is. *shame* I keep starting and stopping with a one-shot Peeves fic. I write a couple of pages, and then say, "Alas, no! This is not the inner soul of Peeves!"
Someday Peeves and I must have a little chat. Until then...
*bounces away, images of evil!cupcakes dancing in head*
:O Wah. WAH. I demand more. MOREFICPLZ. Yes. You know you want to. Yes. Look, dancing cupcakes!
(I am now attempting a cunning Jedi mind trick. I suspect I merely appear terribly constipated. This, clearly, is All Your Fault. *sigh*)
Well then. I suppose I'll just have to go READ IT AGAIN. HAHAHA. Yes. That will show you. Indeed.
I felt clever and victoriously smug for all of 30 seconds there. Hmph.
Also... "Artemis bit me. You are a whore." This needs to stop popping into my head at disturbingly frequent intervals, as loud and demented pigsnorty cackles in public for no apparent reason tend to alarm Everyone, Ever, Everywhere. Even the creepy old hobo by the 1&9 stop on 12th street (who twitches and bellows uncontrollably and smells like someone peed on a pickle) seemed startled by me today.
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And I'll remind you about the mm'k. Because, because the curiosity consumes me! Consumes! With, like, little flames of "what if?"
Papaya halfs with limes and chocopear minicakes, eh? I think if I could find these things anywhere, I would also be self medicating with them.
Oh, SF. You know, I grew up practically on top of the San Andreas fault, so this is nothing new. Imminent threat of death? Whatever. (This is the secret to the CA attitude, right here. Just like the weather explains Bostonians in a nutshell.) But yes. Every intention of frolicking off to Australia...within a few years. Actually, around four. Which might be poor timing. Fly away in the midst of an earthquake and so on...
You should write and eat papaya halves with lime simultaneously. And then send to me! (the writing, not the papaya).
I'm going to sleep more. I am. YOU BET.
kisses!
ket.
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I'm sorry about your post-erm, posting...? No, "post-fic completion depression". But you know what you can do about that, don't you? As long as you have the time? *wheedles*
When I get over the despair of not having any more updates to look forward to, I'll begin the stage in which I think, "It's finished! And I can read the whole thing without feeling bereft when I read the last chapter, because there's no more waiting! Yes!!"
So. Yes. Really love the fic. Made many a day of mine loads more bearable. Gracias.
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I'm very glad you liked it. I'm currently writing about 6 things, and to be perfectly honest...none of them are really going anywhere. But they will! Someday. I will make them. Yes. And then I will post them here. Mmmhmm.
Don't panic!
kiss kiss,
ket.
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I know, I know...Unlikely Pair...I'm a very bad updater. I'll fix it, I will. Maybe this weekend. After I balance my checkbook, which is another thing I keep meaning to do and somehow never do.
Was Chapter 9 a really evil place to stop? I rather suspect it was. Hmm. Best get on that.
Thanks for the feedback! Feedback is exciting--possibly the most exciting thing in my world. Which is possibly the sort of thing I shouldn't run around admitting, but there it is.
kisses,
ket.
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Dammit. This isn't even my regular fandom. Look what you've done, you and your awesome fic. I'm gushing. This is embarassing. (Or it would be, if you ever read the comments on this journal. Which you don't. So I win. Winnily.)
Off to go hide in momentary gushing shame and then hunt down more of your fics. Yes. Good plan.
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Thank you so much!
Unluckily for you, and very happily for me, I do check the comments in this journal. Mwa ha ha. If I didn't, I would never have known you compared my fic to evil!cupcakes, and then, you know, my life would never have been complete. :)
At the present...this is all the fic there is. *shame* I keep starting and stopping with a one-shot Peeves fic. I write a couple of pages, and then say, "Alas, no! This is not the inner soul of Peeves!"
Someday Peeves and I must have a little chat. Until then...
*bounces away, images of evil!cupcakes dancing in head*
kisses,
ket.
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Wah. WAH. I demand more. MOREFICPLZ. Yes. You know you want to. Yes. Look, dancing cupcakes!
(I am now attempting a cunning Jedi mind trick. I suspect I merely appear terribly constipated. This, clearly, is All Your Fault. *sigh*)
Well then. I suppose I'll just have to go READ IT AGAIN. HAHAHA. Yes. That will show you. Indeed.
I felt clever and victoriously smug for all of 30 seconds there. Hmph.
Also...
"Artemis bit me. You are a whore."
This needs to stop popping into my head at disturbingly frequent intervals, as loud and demented pigsnorty cackles in public for no apparent reason tend to alarm Everyone, Ever, Everywhere. Even the creepy old hobo by the 1&9 stop on 12th street (who twitches and bellows uncontrollably and smells like someone peed on a pickle) seemed startled by me today.
Hee.
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