late night bath

You know that nice, scrubbed smooth feeling you get after having taken a bath, shaved your legs, and absolutely drowned yourself in prety-smelling lotion? I've got that right now.

I'm afraid I won't be going to Fanime Con this year. Just not enough money, or time. Especially since this is the last bloody weekend before finals week.

fanfic variance

"A true friend stabs you in the front."
- Oscar Wilde
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I found another tasty Hermione/Draco fic.

And it occured to me, out of the blue, that the world of Neil Gaimon's Neverwhere... especially the London Below... would fit absolutely perfectly within Rowling's wizard society. It'd fucking rock.

I think this is an absolutely brilliant connection. Now I just wish other people would make this brilliant connection, so I can have something to read.

"She was so nice she wouldn't say shit if she had a mouthful."

In lingusitics today we got to talk about swearing, and I found a book I decided was absolutely vital to my reading future: cunt by Inga Muscio.

My teacher read the introduction to us, and as soon as I stepped out of the classroom I jotted over to the library (where I am now) and picked it out. It's a cute yellow book with a big pink flower in the middle and the word "cunt" in nice, easy-to-read bold letters. It's a history of the word and an anlysis on the social aspects of the word in this day and age. I think it sounds amusing, painful, and fascinating.

I remember the first (and only, for me) time a person has called me a cunt. Don't you?

Seventh grade. Stupid jerk of a boy (of course) behind me, can't remember his name. I didn't even know what the word meant, but whoa did he spit it out like it was the most vile thing to ever sneak past his lips. I shrugged it off and called him a motherfucker and braindead asshole shit.

Weirdly, I learned what the word "cunt" actually meant much later from reading letters in a Playboy magazine. I've never called another woman a cunt before; I'm always quicker to use the word bitch. Not out of thinking hard on the subject-- that's just the word I revert to if I swear at another female.

I wonder, why is it that cock, which is the crude equivalent of a male's anatomy, seems to have only sexual connotation and not the overall demeaning and derogatory accompaniment that cunt has for women?

If I called a guy a "cock!" he wouldn't think I was calling him the worst name I could think of. But at the moment, sitting here in the library computer lab, it is hard for me to think up a cruder and more offensive word for a woman than cunt being spouted at me by a man. More offensive combinations, perhaps.

help me out - quick poll question

It's not invasion, folks, it's "regime change."
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I'm doing a thing in my class on euphemisms. I need to gather information and then analyze it. As many people as possible who answer this poll will win my extreme gratefulness and possibly online sexual favors. ;)

[Poll #147382]

*If you're wondering why I'm asking for you gender... it's part of what I'm trying to analyze, how euphemisms are different between men and women. Most of the people who've friended me are female I think, but some of you I haven't talked to much or at all and don't want to assume.

** please answer strait from your head; don't taint your answer and look at other people's first. You don't have to be the funniest, just whatever term you prefer to use.

fic rec: humor to light up your dull, dreary, computr-driven lives! BWHAWA!

I found this new Hermione/Draco fanfic WIP last night that was really, really funny. I was giggling at about 2 am.

Weakness in Me (How Cliche) by Tegan. What's it about? Well, there's Hermione, Draco, and Blaise. Harry and Ron pop up at the oddest, funniest scenes and act less like "The Boy Who Lived and Misunderstood Sidekick" and far more like actual teenage boys. It completely ignores the whole good/evil angst stuff and goes strait for romantic comedy higjinks that happen around teenagers. There's stalking, a crush, a bet, more crushing, grande schemes, pocket-money at risk, secret alliances, sabatoged dates, dignity lost, kissing, more scheming, lots of petty fist-fights, weepy puppy love and downright pathetic hearbreak. And more scheming.

It's really too funny, and plays out like the Harry Potter version of a Ranma 1/2 episode.

One of many favorite parts, from chapter 5:

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"You both know full well I can’t manage a date till Saturday."

"And the bet ends Friday. Pity." Both looked to each other again with those infuriating sneers.

Hermione seethed visibly, and had to manage to deliberately keep her hands from ripping her robes in the unconscious kneading of the fabric. Boys. Boys were so difficult. And infuriating. And they were, well, boys. And she was supposedly dating a boy. However, according to some other boys, she was not. She did not think she could deal much more with boys.

Former giddiness gone, Hermione stalked up to her dormitory for a good sulk, leaving behind the obnoxious boys she did not like very much right now. Hermione was a naturally determined person not accustomed to failure, particularly in the realm of academics. And to a lesser extent in everything else. She was a competitive girl. And therefore did not care to lose, even in something as inconsequential bet about something as silly as her love life.

So Hermione set about to develop a plan. And plan she did. It was not a grand plan. But it would serve a purpose.

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