Listy, filky goodness
Over the past 24 hours, I have accomplished the following:
1. Developed a nasty, often unproductive cough and lost voice.
2. Sang Mozart for two hours anyway.
3. Found out I have two rehearsals on Saturday and two performances on Sunday.
4. Depleted my supply of cough drops and garlicky food.
5. Discovered that I have accrued 7 sick days at work
6. Realized that I need to finish lots of things at work by tomorrow if I wish to succumb to sickness on Friday.
7. Discovered temporary curative powers of Rochefort 10
8. Boosted my pinch-hit word count to the far side 25K (whee!).
9. Scolded the NY Times food critic for neglecting San Diego in his article on ultra-hoppy beers.
10. Wrote two silly filks for Severus's birthday.
Snape is Alive
Sung to the tune of "Being Alive" from the show "Company."
Insinscere apologies to Stephen Sondheim
Somebody's fangs were so sharp,
Someone drew rattling breath
Somebody must have forgot
He brews Living Death
That makes the blood clot,
So Snape could survive.
He could survive.
Someone else survived her bite,
Though it was not on the neck.
Though at first we did lament,
Were angry as heck,
Now see precedent
For Snape to survive.
Snape to survive!
Herrings amok!
Stitches and Stones!
Parings with pluck!
Witches unknown!
Jo defers, we concur: he's alive!
Somebody write a new end.
Somebody with common sense.
Somebody write him at peace,
Or teaching Defence,
And finding release.
Snape is alive.
Snape is alive!
SNAPE IS ALIVE!
Fangs for the Memories
A SS/HG filk sung to "Thanks for the Memories"
with insincere apologies to Frank Sinatra
Fangs of Nagini
Were buried in my neck,
Artery's a wreck,
Was lying prone and all alone.
It made me circumspect.
How clever I am!
Leaving the memory
Of Lily's perfidy,
Dumbledore's soft plea,
Of Voldemort's persistent
Homicidal tendency.
Unpleasant, it was.
Now I pay no tax and relax
And wonder what took me forever
To bring about this grand endeavor,
A holiday for all my days!
Fangs for the memory-
Quite a decent trade;
From lemons lemonade,
No more distraught by painful thoughts
And Voldemort betrayed.
As if I'd miss him.
Still, without memory
Of torture, hate, and pain
And feminine disdain,
Though it's insane, perhaps I'll deign
To fall in love again
Diverting it is.
Now my mind's a blur, I wonder
If anything could have been stranger
Than propitiously meeting with Granger
That gawky pup's now quite grown-up.
Could I not notice
The girl's delicious smile,
Without a trace of guile,
As on my bed she lays her head
And says she'll stay a while.
A vixen she is.
1. Developed a nasty, often unproductive cough and lost voice.
2. Sang Mozart for two hours anyway.
3. Found out I have two rehearsals on Saturday and two performances on Sunday.
4. Depleted my supply of cough drops and garlicky food.
5. Discovered that I have accrued 7 sick days at work
6. Realized that I need to finish lots of things at work by tomorrow if I wish to succumb to sickness on Friday.
7. Discovered temporary curative powers of Rochefort 10
8. Boosted my pinch-hit word count to the far side 25K (whee!).
9. Scolded the NY Times food critic for neglecting San Diego in his article on ultra-hoppy beers.
10. Wrote two silly filks for Severus's birthday.
Snape is Alive
Sung to the tune of "Being Alive" from the show "Company."
Insinscere apologies to Stephen Sondheim
Somebody's fangs were so sharp,
Someone drew rattling breath
Somebody must have forgot
He brews Living Death
That makes the blood clot,
So Snape could survive.
He could survive.
Someone else survived her bite,
Though it was not on the neck.
Though at first we did lament,
Were angry as heck,
Now see precedent
For Snape to survive.
Snape to survive!
Herrings amok!
Stitches and Stones!
Parings with pluck!
Witches unknown!
Jo defers, we concur: he's alive!
Somebody write a new end.
Somebody with common sense.
Somebody write him at peace,
Or teaching Defence,
And finding release.
Snape is alive.
Snape is alive!
SNAPE IS ALIVE!
Fangs for the Memories
A SS/HG filk sung to "Thanks for the Memories"
with insincere apologies to Frank Sinatra
Fangs of Nagini
Were buried in my neck,
Artery's a wreck,
Was lying prone and all alone.
It made me circumspect.
How clever I am!
Leaving the memory
Of Lily's perfidy,
Dumbledore's soft plea,
Of Voldemort's persistent
Homicidal tendency.
Unpleasant, it was.
Now I pay no tax and relax
And wonder what took me forever
To bring about this grand endeavor,
A holiday for all my days!
Fangs for the memory-
Quite a decent trade;
From lemons lemonade,
No more distraught by painful thoughts
And Voldemort betrayed.
As if I'd miss him.
Still, without memory
Of torture, hate, and pain
And feminine disdain,
Though it's insane, perhaps I'll deign
To fall in love again
Diverting it is.
Now my mind's a blur, I wonder
If anything could have been stranger
Than propitiously meeting with Granger
That gawky pup's now quite grown-up.
Could I not notice
The girl's delicious smile,
Without a trace of guile,
As on my bed she lays her head
And says she'll stay a while.
A vixen she is.