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I'm reading the latest chapter of Mary's "Journeys" fic, and lovin' it. Each chapter has a shout-out to one or more various fellow fans inbedded in the text; I end up spending an enjoyable time while reading going "AhHA! I know her! And them, I know that name too!" To my utter delight I got a demon several chapters ago; this chapter I've so far caught onetwomany! I'm on the look-out for more.

EDIT- Also found: Caia, Ms.Murchison, and (as sweet_ali tells me) Brandi.


“Cancellation hit her hard.” heeee.heheeheheeee.

Spuffy poem icons

Here's a set of icons I made to a poem.

.1..2.

Full version (too big for LJ):

The poem is by Sara Teasdale, called "Four Winds."

( the same icons in blue version, and the singles )

new meme - ideal

My desert: is full of shrubbery and cacti and ragged rocky ridges and mesas and lightning.
My ocean: is just colder than comfortable, and always looks pretty in the morning.
My beach: is green in spring & winter, and sunny yellow in summer, and you can find buckeyes and black walnuts if you try.
My river: always has birds nearby.
My fields: are full of wild mustard and garlic and strawberries.
My forest: has only Redwoods and Ents.
My mountain: has a lake and the moon and never loses that last bit of snow at the top.
My rain: will have you drenched in 45 seconds flat, but never lasts too long, and leaves everything clean.
My swamp: I have no swamp, only the river marshes.
My sky: is the razzle-dazzle kind of blue with not a single cloud from horizon to horizon.

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Have now seen the Matrix 2.

Will review later, much later. Must go now.

Colstone: Day 1

Well, I'm glad I'm not going to be working at the same store I'm training at; the manager's a dick. Unfortunately said dick will be judging some of my probation period.
Didn't get to do any ice cream today. I spent two hours watching videos, answering questions, and helped with some dishes a bit at the end. Then they let me go two hours early, because the manager didn't want to train me on the food tonight.
My wage is 7 dollars an hour, which is decent. When my probation time is over and I start collecting tips, the average will be about 9 dollars, which is good.
I found the training videos interesting. I had to watch 3 in a row, which amounted to a little over an hour and a half-- a full length feature film. I doubt I'll remember all the stuff about the cash register without even looking at one, but the rest shouldn't be hard. The way they do stuff in the food industry really intrigues me though. They're all about semantics, you know? You may say "this", you absolutely never say "that."

After watching the videos, I have to say that if I ever owned anything that sold food, I tell my employees "Be polite, be helpful, smile, and if there's a problem shut up immediately and get the manager. You can tell them to try to fuck a duck, if you think you can do it and still get them to leave a happy customer with feels of only contentment and satisfaction." That would be it on that subject.

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I'm listening to the band Common Rotation right now. That's the band of Adam Busch, who played Warren on BuffytVS. It's pretty good. Better than Ghost of the Robot. AB sings pretty well too (that is him, right?); he has an almost country music twang, but not quite. Like, he could if he wanted to, but doesn't. If I hadn't found Warren to be such a horrid, despicable character, I might kinda like the guy. The music sounds a bit like the junior-sized version of Matchbox Twenty.

lyrics: Margery Dreams of Horses

savaa shared this song with LJ recently, and I gobbled it up with great delight. Here are the lyrics for you, because this song once again reminded me why the Counting Crows are on my list of most favorite lyricists. I underlined my favorite lines, though I love the whole thing.

In the still water she lies down
Shaking through the press of sunlight
We rolled into Lexington
She shakes off the drop of daylight
Water beading up her chest
Bleeding down between her knees
Rivers in Kentucky flow
Between the bluegrass wavy seas
But oh, Margery
Twists the knife once more inside of me
Breathless with anticipation
Baited reelers set their hooks
Tuck their heads beneath the high grass
And lie and wait beside the brooks
Were infants pushing slowly through
Frustration leading back along
The alleys of a childhood
That will not release us willingly
But oh, Margery
...stlips the knife in while I couldn't see (strait into me baby)
Dust me off and shut me down
And dream of where I haven't been
Close the door inside my heart
Stuck in the south Atlantic wind
I have hollow eyes
Haunting only to myself
Even so, I can't stop calling
These great big hollows in my self
I took the train from California
To the far side of the continent
Woke up in Kentucky
Where a wedding was about to end
I looked up at Anna
She turned back to look at me
It's best to kill the ones that matter
Render blind the ones who see
But oh, Margery
Takes the blade and walks away from me
Oh, Margery
Love like blood is pouring out of me
Oh, Margery
My heart won't stop bleeding over me baby
Oh, I can't shut it in
It's got far too many doors to block the wind
Oh, I can't shut it in
It's got far too many doors to block the wind

fresh & unedited flashfic. Listening to this same song on repeat. Made things depressing. Future HP

In the Days Still Left

His footsteps, broken by weariness, carried him over the summer grasses. The others came a dozen paces back, too frightened to get close but too determined to fall behind. The battered train stretched out behind him, four and twenty wizards strong. The last of all of Dumbledore's students they walked, weeping and terrified and more powerful than any sorcerers in 900 years. They followed their leader up the hillside. They marched as best survivors can, to the plateau of the last to die. Their parents, their teachers, their countrymen lie there, peppering hill beside the their brothers and sisters lost to the darkness.

Their leader didn't ask for the others to walk beside him, and his entourage did not offer. The spark still danced over his shoulders and crackled on his fingers, and perhaps it always would now. Cursed and blessed these wizards were (never again could they be called children), he the worst of all. Power whispered in their footsteps, and memories plagued minds, and still they walked. Still they followed him, and with each feeling of shoe striking ground he remembered.

You're Harry Potter.
I believe you.
They always come back in the end.
Do you ever sing, Harry Potter?
Sometimes I talk and they stare at me but they don't hear. You hear.
I was six. I broke 32 bones and nearly died, but Harry, I flew.
Young, maybe, but old enough.
Who cares what about other people? I care about you.
I won't let you die, because I have the will of a thousand giants. My mother told me that once.
If you care anything for me, raise your head and lie to my face.
She said the red door will change everything about you, and I believe her.
Do you still think of yourself as a child? I do... but I also know I'm wrong.
This will work, I swear it on Hermione's grave.
I picked you because you were different; why did you pick me?

"Because you were different too," he whispered breathlessly, as he topped the ridge and gazed on ranks of the fallen. So many they stretched, hair strewn and fingers splayed, backs broken and skin melting. We'll buy you that time! Lupin had screamed above the maelstrom, a contract that had finished the night it was spoken. They had bought him and his time indeed. All the time their souls and bodies were worth.

His eyes swept the plateau, searching for thing he loved most, and he thought he might have been crying under the dust and lightning of his skin. I'm coming Luna. I'm too late, but I'm coming.

Four and twenty new master wizards guarded the ridgetop now, the storm drying up behind them. This line of men and women had survived the changing of the world, and in the days still left they would pay deeply for it. Some held hands and some fell to their knees. Still alone, Harry stepped onto the silent battlefield.

You were right, Lu. It worked beautifully.