for ye scallaywags...

The interesting thing about being sick-ish in the summer is that you want to sleep-- you want to sleep all the time-- but one or the other is keeping you up. You might be able do sleep through the heat, and you might be able to sleep through the stuffed head and soppy nose, but you can't sleep through both. So you stay up, feeling more and more weary but the thought of lying down is almost replusive. You're left to do pointless things like quote lyrics and dream of having your own swimming pool.


This is my Dad's favorite song. I've been hearing it since before I was 3 feet tall. Seriously, 3 notes in of the harmonica I can name this song. It's slower than you'd think. Very pretty, actually.

He likes it for the same reason that we both like swords and celtic music, and the same reason that me and my mom's mom's mom's mom were all artists of some kind.


PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTY
Jimmy Buffett


Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.

Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.

Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.

I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.

I have been drunk now for over two weeks.
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.

Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupation's
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.



( And this is _my_ favorite sailing song. )

If you're curious, my Oxford Essential Geographical Dictionary says that Valparaiso is the principal port of Chile, in the center of the country, near Santiago. Pop. 277,000.

Just for shits and giggles, the Oxford Essential Geographical Dictionary says that Miami is a port city on the coast of SE Florida. Pop. 358,548.

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FF.net seems to be working again.

I found and interesting fic:

Teeth in his neck, fading to...

A blinding sun in a crater.

As happy as he was a moment ago, he was equally distraught once he realized a few simple facts. One: He had never seen a car before. Two: He was driving a car. Three: This was distinctly Not His Time.

"Four," he growled, "When the bloody bollocks did I start talking like this?"

It was with more questions than answers that he saw the sign:

Los Angeles - 42.

http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1356966

GIP

Look at this nifty icon art_is_calling did custom for me! Cause I :heart: The Lion King, and Scar was a wonderful classic Disney villain. The words are from the movie Hook, also a beloved Disney film.

note

HP fic to read:

http://www.schnoogle.com/authors/shakespearechick/TPTT01.html

http://www.thedarkarts.org/authors/katerine/VSD01.html

http://users.adelphia.net/~pgarncarek/Loopy/fan%20fiction/epics/Pleb/pleb.htm

http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=884215&chapter=15

http://www.thedarkarts.org/authors/samvimes/C.html - this one I really liked. One-shot, dark and bitter and all about the battle scars.

OneTruePairing meme

The OTP meme, snagged from... uh... someone on my list:

What's your all-time OTP? (Slash or het, any fandom at all).

Buffy/Spike. For Buffyverse.

But John&Aeryn of Farscape want to have their names on the list, and how can I turn them down?
Mulder and Scully. The ultimate in workplace romance and geek love.
And what about Heero and Relena, of Gundam Wing? That's a pairing I won't soon forget.
Hell, Serena/Darien of Sailor Moon. Destiny, literally.
And of course Draco/Hermione, because its so dark and porny.
Then there's Tasuki and Miaka... cause who really wants Taka when Tasuki exists?
Of course there'm my current obsession with dark Spike/Faye.

I just can't choose one OTP.

Which pairing do you just not understand?

Spike/Xander. Zero appeal. ... and Buffy/Doyle, because what the FUCK? And Vash/Wolfwood. I just don't see it.

Which pairings were you initially against, but found yourself warming toward? (real and fake, any fandom)

Spike/Angel from BTVS. Quatre/Trowa from GW; I don't seek it out, but I find it kind of cute to read as subplots in my Heero/Relena stories.

HP mini-essay... Neville: the Bilbo Baggins of Potterverse & Boy Who Could Have Been _

( Some analysis I wrote about Neville's character development in Order Of The Phoneix for fictionalley.org. SPOILERS. )

Hn.

redrover1980 put up Summer Son Chapter 7.

Of course, it's perfect. That's just so rude. Which doesn't prevent me from reading or gushing about it.

a start of something HP, fresh from my brain without editing. because editing is for cowards! :burp:

It wasn't that they began the year as friends, thick as thieves in the night or any such rubbish. They didn't step off the train in a single-file chain and immediately bunch together like a six-pack of muggle soda pop. Rather, they drifted out in a haphazard straggle, unrecognizable as anything special or marked when so scattered amongst their peers.

Hermione came first, feet landing on the ancient porous stone of the train platform, her badge of power glittering as if it contained something effervescent all its own beyond the perfunctory labels of responsible, leader, and clever. Her face bore her same modest and kindly approachability, but the badge clung to her robes, cast the glow of a strong woman out onto their open faces, and whispered worthy to anyone who dared look.

Ron and Harry came next, cut off from their long-time companion by a pack of third-year boys and pair of maternal twin girls from seventh. Ron's eyes were aprehensive, but his smile shined as classmates noticed that he, as well, carried the glowing mark of prefect for another year. A fine young sport he's turned out to be, the adults had whispered, the teachers knew what they were about when they gave him the badge. Beside him Potter walked a little more carefully, head held high and gaze meeting any that challenged him. To most he stood not so different as before: taller and broader perhaps, with eyes closer to malachite than the vibrant spring most remembered. And maybe his shoulders looked a bit tighter despite the growth, his step a bit harder despite the nonchalance of his expression. Was it only side by side, in the light of the that first grey morning that the contrast became intense enough to echo in the very backs of their thoughts? Was it only the bland sameness of all the new arrivals that made, for the first noticable time in their collective memory, it Harry who looked tough, and Ron who looked noble?