"you don't have to call me sir, professor."
Wow, LJ is like a ghost town today. Everyone's battening down the hatches in fear of spoilers, huh? That, combined with the problems I have with the site here have made being online a very unfun and frustrating experience, so I spent a good portion of the afternoon rereading HBP.
I still like the things I liked about it the first time I read it; I know people have bitched about Voldemort being evil from the start and stuff, but man, even as a ten-year-old, he takes trophies from his victims. How is that not shivery good and awesome? It's portrait of a magical serial killer. I dig it very much.
Plus, "You don't have to call me sir, professor." Which may be my very favorite line from any of the HP books (though I am also very fond of "that flighty temptress, adventure" - that was my LJ name for a long while).
I also killed a huge spider this afternoon. I know I shouldn't kill spiders - they eat mosquitoes and other bugs, and I approve of that because bugs and I are unmixy things - but they shouldn't skitter aruond on the wall above my head while I'm lying on the couch trying to read. It freaks me the fuck out and I don't like it. No, sir, I don't like it at all.
In writing news, I managed to bang out an outline for my spn_harlequin fic, or not so much an outline as a list of the necessary scenes, all of which are the scenes I'm excited about writing, so the fact that I do not seem to be able to continues to confound and annoy me.
I did finish and post The Love There That's Sleeping, which had languished, unfinished, for three years. It was the only HP WIP I have that I didn't consign to the unfinished fic folder on my hard drive, so I'm really pleased I finished it.
And there was schmoopy Sam/Dean fic this morning, too. Well, I thought it was schmoopy anyway. Perhaps I am operating under a different definition than most of fandom. It would not be the first time I've posted what I've considered to be a happy story and someone has responded, "But it's so sad!" Which goes to show what authorial intention is worth. Heh. Anyway, in case you missed it:
Quinquae Viae
Supernatural; Sam/Dean; adult; spoilers through AHBL2; 1,430 words
Five ways Sam knows Dean loves him.
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In other news, according to Ausiello, who was live-blogging the TCAs, Friday Night Lights is going to be on at 9pm on Fridays, which is better than 10pm, but still, I am not sure why they're putting the best show on television on a Friday night. Not that they didn't do the same exact thing with Homicide, and that lasted seven years, so I am hoping it will be as awesome in its second season as it was in its first, though part of me is scared it won't ever live up to last season, and it should have just gone out after one nearly perfect season. I can't wait for the dvds to come out, so I can watch it all in order.
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I don't wanna go to work tomorrow. Or, more accurately, I don't wanna have to get up early to go to work tomorrow. Stupid office hours. Stupid LIRR schedule. Sigh.
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I still like the things I liked about it the first time I read it; I know people have bitched about Voldemort being evil from the start and stuff, but man, even as a ten-year-old, he takes trophies from his victims. How is that not shivery good and awesome? It's portrait of a magical serial killer. I dig it very much.
Plus, "You don't have to call me sir, professor." Which may be my very favorite line from any of the HP books (though I am also very fond of "that flighty temptress, adventure" - that was my LJ name for a long while).
I also killed a huge spider this afternoon. I know I shouldn't kill spiders - they eat mosquitoes and other bugs, and I approve of that because bugs and I are unmixy things - but they shouldn't skitter aruond on the wall above my head while I'm lying on the couch trying to read. It freaks me the fuck out and I don't like it. No, sir, I don't like it at all.
In writing news, I managed to bang out an outline for my spn_harlequin fic, or not so much an outline as a list of the necessary scenes, all of which are the scenes I'm excited about writing, so the fact that I do not seem to be able to continues to confound and annoy me.
I did finish and post The Love There That's Sleeping, which had languished, unfinished, for three years. It was the only HP WIP I have that I didn't consign to the unfinished fic folder on my hard drive, so I'm really pleased I finished it.
And there was schmoopy Sam/Dean fic this morning, too. Well, I thought it was schmoopy anyway. Perhaps I am operating under a different definition than most of fandom. It would not be the first time I've posted what I've considered to be a happy story and someone has responded, "But it's so sad!" Which goes to show what authorial intention is worth. Heh. Anyway, in case you missed it:
Quinquae Viae
Supernatural; Sam/Dean; adult; spoilers through AHBL2; 1,430 words
Five ways Sam knows Dean loves him.
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In other news, according to Ausiello, who was live-blogging the TCAs, Friday Night Lights is going to be on at 9pm on Fridays, which is better than 10pm, but still, I am not sure why they're putting the best show on television on a Friday night. Not that they didn't do the same exact thing with Homicide, and that lasted seven years, so I am hoping it will be as awesome in its second season as it was in its first, though part of me is scared it won't ever live up to last season, and it should have just gone out after one nearly perfect season. I can't wait for the dvds to come out, so I can watch it all in order.
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I don't wanna go to work tomorrow. Or, more accurately, I don't wanna have to get up early to go to work tomorrow. Stupid office hours. Stupid LIRR schedule. Sigh.
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