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I hate it with the power of a thousand suns.
Alas, this is only metaphorical. I would be perfectly happy with a small fragment of one sun, if only it could be concentrated at a structurally vulnerable point of the building.
On a happier note, anyone who has not seen![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
antisoppist’s Busman’s Honeymoon in lolcats should hie there now. Don’t miss the bonus aspidistra pic.
I am making progress on the Romilda Vane fic, pretending that Snape can cover the absence of plot and wishing I found Romilda herself a more interesting character. At least I have managed to summon the will to cut the self-indulgent Andromeda/Nymphadora stuff. Only three weeks, no pressure. Therefore I should really not be scribbling down ideas for Potterverse/Wimsey mpreg, in which I don’t bottle out of the actual mpreg bit, but exile the poor chap to Corsica, have him begging for the story to be omitted from the Ganymede Club Book, and include the line “his plans for the autumn had not included being vigorously rogered by his valet.”
I did not mention that the New York trip included some marvellous fashion indulgence in the form of an exhibition on Luxury at the Fashion Institute of Technology, which I had planned in advance, and the wonderful surprise of the Metropolitan Museum’s enormous exhibition on Paul Poiret, an early C20 Parisian couturier. I bought the magnificent catalogue from Amazon (£12 cheaper, and no hauling home of a 3kg heavier suitcase), and am having rather unrealistic thoughts about reproductions. More realistic thoughts have provided Gaudy Night’s Viennese Opera Singer with a wardrobe. I am not going to buy The House of Elliot on DVD. I am not.
ETA: Speaking of aspidistras, Google has failed to tell me how they reproduce (other than by being divided when they outgrow the pot), but does offer mid-century vicar/aspidistra postcard smut (worksafe).
Alas, this is only metaphorical. I would be perfectly happy with a small fragment of one sun, if only it could be concentrated at a structurally vulnerable point of the building.
On a happier note, anyone who has not seen
antisoppist’s Busman’s Honeymoon in lolcats should hie there now. Don’t miss the bonus aspidistra pic.I am making progress on the Romilda Vane fic, pretending that Snape can cover the absence of plot and wishing I found Romilda herself a more interesting character. At least I have managed to summon the will to cut the self-indulgent Andromeda/Nymphadora stuff. Only three weeks, no pressure. Therefore I should really not be scribbling down ideas for Potterverse/Wimsey mpreg, in which I don’t bottle out of the actual mpreg bit, but exile the poor chap to Corsica, have him begging for the story to be omitted from the Ganymede Club Book, and include the line “his plans for the autumn had not included being vigorously rogered by his valet.”
I did not mention that the New York trip included some marvellous fashion indulgence in the form of an exhibition on Luxury at the Fashion Institute of Technology, which I had planned in advance, and the wonderful surprise of the Metropolitan Museum’s enormous exhibition on Paul Poiret, an early C20 Parisian couturier. I bought the magnificent catalogue from Amazon (£12 cheaper, and no hauling home of a 3kg heavier suitcase), and am having rather unrealistic thoughts about reproductions. More realistic thoughts have provided Gaudy Night’s Viennese Opera Singer with a wardrobe. I am not going to buy The House of Elliot on DVD. I am not.
ETA: Speaking of aspidistras, Google has failed to tell me how they reproduce (other than by being divided when they outgrow the pot), but does offer mid-century vicar/aspidistra postcard smut (worksafe).