I'm with the Quendi

All about that tosser Harry Potter
Don't you hate it when you go to a social event and someone is in exactly the same outfit as you?

So I bought this lilacy silky frilly sparkly tunic thing a while back and decided to throw it on to go and see HBP. Roll the credits, clear the grey clouds, shiver to the tinkle of the HP theme tune, realise I've turned up in the same outfit as Professor Dumbledore. Shame to be me.

( 2am Spoilers and incoherent opinions. Long and ranty and nothing much new. )

Bourgeois Individualism
So years and years ago I wrote a little, porny story about how Crowley visited divine ecstacy on a rather troubled priest. Which led me to think what would happen when Aziraphale had to fulfil his obligations to the Agreement and tempt someone.

Aziraphale being Aziraphale there's no porn. But there is hot chocolate. There's also Charles Maurice de Talleyrand-Perigord, who wanted his story told and thought his fellow bibliophile would make an excellent confessor.

( Rites of Absolution )

After two college nights
College nights exhaust me, as my whole day ends up consisting work and then trying to make conversation, badly, in a language in which volcabulary of a two year old. *grouch grouch grouch*

I've been reading Harry/Draco again. I find Draco fic very comforting, although often abysmally written, because, more than even Maefans, Draco writers love to put their favourite attitudinous blonde through the wringer. Possibly in the name of character development, possibly because as Angela Carter noted about Marylin, bruises look really good on that prime blonde flesh.

So - do I do the healthy thing and go up to the railway this weekend and spend time with my favourite old engine, or do I follow my gut instincts and stay at home and attempt to write bad Slytherin H/C?

I love Wikipedia
Hello! I am still alive. I hope you all are too.

I've been having an off couple of months.

Did you know Draco Malfoy was originally (according to Wikipedia) going to to be called Draco Spungen????

WTF????

Does that make all those whorejunkie!Draco fics cannon? Is it just another good example of why, if one becomes famous one should put an ice-pick through one's first draft containing hard drive?

I'd have Britpicked it.

And you know, given the girl a break. No matter how bloody irritating you are you really don't need the vilification that poor kid got. Really.

Draco: *eyedart*

Now, gods, stand up for bastards.
Well, Happy New Year everyone. I'd post a summary of the year, but it would be quite, quite boring, so instead I'm going to upload whatever it is I've spent the last two months obsessing over.

Teenage Blackslash. Dear oh dear, you knew I was low. I have no idea where it is going, and, as mentioned it has underagish youngsters having sex and yes, I am taking mid-eightes sitcoms far to seriously. May I present Something I can't even think of a clever title for, Blackadder the Third George/Blackadder slash, crammed full of teenage angstings, misuse of history and very bad and awkward gropings.

Oh, my inner history geek would like to point out that if Prince Ernest Augustus is seven, Edmund and George are definitely sixteen. So that's all okay then.

( No really, there's nothing to see here. Move along quietly please )

Happy Holidays everyone
Happy things for day six.

1) My laptop's power cable survived the jurney home.

2) Four days off.

3) Weird random old and slightly pagan Christmas carols. Or ones with latin bits. For some reson this cheers me immenesly.

4) And a very, very happy holiday season to all out there.

2A bloody M
Just the one thing to be happy about today. *Checks time* I have finished wrapping my Christmas presents.

Also I have fumigated my flat removing all living dishes plus beer and fag traces for parental inspection.

Oh and I wrote sticky, awkward first time boypr0n. Hurrah.

Now only half a days work and I can collapse into an abyss of gluttony and sloth.

On the fourth day of happiness my true love gave to me
1) Being tired but knowing I've done stuff.

2) Cityporn. As in reading books on cities when one lives in a fishing village. Makes me feel a bit like an old, past-it fella with a copy of Mayfair, but still.

3) There's a photo of me Cosplaying on Facebook. Well, not really, but there is a photo of me doing my damnedest best to look Blackacaidian. On a handy chaise-longue that someone had just put there.

4) Saffron Gin. She who thinks Dickensian, drinks Dickensian.

Happiness 21.12.08
1) Yay midwinter. It can't get any darker and I can hopefully stop feeling like a chainsmoking mole-rat.

2) Writing. I did some. I'm not sure whether or not to be pleased about this as it's still sort of Blackadder I'm writing about. Well, Blackadder as retold by a rabid Angela Carter fangirl which I suppose makes a nice change from Harry Potter as retold by a rabid Angela Carter fangirl, or indeed Tolkien as retold by a rabid Angela Carter fangirl.

3) Seriously though, dank palaces on the Surrey Side full of "Windows that exclude the light/And passages that lead to nothing,", incestous Princelings with valet-cidal tendancies, not to mention the mad king and the oblivious queen - well it's all making my inner gothick melodramatist very happy. The internet can suffer worse fic ideas damn it.

4) And trawling Eol and Aredhel's comments to each other. I never thought there was any het in 2003 but those two were amazing together. The snark, the passion, the other commenters shouting "Get an RPG"

Still happy
Things that made me happy today:

1) Peter Ackroyd's Biography of London. The city of a thousand backstabbings, gloom, weird yellow light and lost rivers comes across in its full grasping, unnatural histrionic glory. Which is very fine at this time of year.

2) Also ginger biscuits. Very good with vicarious Dickensian grime.

Sardinia can wait...
So still no porn and nothing much to say so I have borrowed this from Nol, the happiness meme.

Rules:
1. Post about something that made you happy today even if it's just a small thing.
2. Do this everyday for 8 days without fail.

( Dumbledore's man through and through, aren't you, Potter? )

Not much funny
Is there ever an excuse for wanting to sit in, drink wine and eat chips on a Tuesday? I should be desperately writing job applications. Instead I'm vegitating. Boo.

Lets play master and servant....
I completely failed to slash Blackadder you know. I'm currently not slashing him with Prince George, because you just know Blackadder would be such a conniving, toppy bottom and the Prince would be such a dimwit. Also, I have a fetish for men with black ribbons in their hair. Really. I used to perv on Camille Desmoulins in history lessons.

What I do have is a weird off-kilter angst-fic of sorts, that if my slashy fic ever gets written could be seen as somewhat of a prologue. It's the usual Lipsticky stuff.

( It's a wise child... )

I am crazy tired
I think I caused someone to be sent to jail today, possibly unfairly, because I was exhausted and had skipped breakfast and lunch.

I feel unbelievably shitty. Also a terrible pinko liberal scumbag. My pointless wallowing guilt, let me show it to you.

Maedhros would wash his hand of me.

Also, OMG Nol love and care for you. Does anyone call you Nol anymore?

Monday Blatherings
Ice-cream. Has it been banished from smutty fic forever following the Celebrian Travesty or could people still stand a little ice-cream with their pr0n?

You know the Aristocrats joke? The one only comedians are only supposed to tell other comedians? It completely doesn't work if one is Northern European. Because really if you were going to have a stage act featuring incest, violence and sexual acts of a taboo nature The Aristocrats would be a perfect name for them. Only bettered by "The Monarchy."

Yes I have been researching the House of Hanover. Can you tell?

In which the greatest evil to befall a fangirl nearly befell Maelipstick
I probably should try some explanation as to why I have been MIA for about a year and a half.

Nothing Happened in my life. And worse than nothing happening, the things that did go on were things of the dismal variety, such as awful job continuing awful, and I didn't want to clog up LJ with them.

Also, I thought I'd become a mundane. All my fannish, obsessive, imaginative and delusional abilities dried up on me when I needed them most. The Quendi shut the hell up and probably packed up. For over a year I could not find a single thing to fangirl. I was like a lost tin-soldier cast out of the toy box. Woe was truly me.

( Reading Lolita in Hobbiton )

Anyway. Thanks to youtube I now have my fannish mojo back. Once again I have the elixir of obsession running through my veins. Porn multiplies like e-coli on my hard drive. Being a thwarted minion suddenly seems like a reasonable station in life. And I really, really want some shiny black patent leather shoes.

If it has been established that Blackadder can be found sexually attractive, the next question is can he be slashed?

Dear sweet gods what shit is this?
Anti feminism, lather, rinse, repeat.

Alright, so I know the Sunday Times is a Rupert Murdoch owned fascist rag and I shouldn't worry about it, but fuck me, it's the pseudo-science that's making me want to puke my guts. But then clearly, Susan Pinker is excused being a godwaful scientist by her oxytocsin levels muddling her up and making her want to hug a baby every time she needs to preform a rational analysis.

( Of Rats and Fem? )

Feeding my not so inner geek
I've just spent the afternoon looking at diamonds with a theif called Hayley. How cool is that my OOTS loving friends.

Okay...not cool. It made me happy though.

Proto-Sindarin for beginners and castles in the air.
My list of stuff I've been doing since my arrival in Cardiff:

Rather a lot about me I'm afraid.

( Fretting about my God-Awful workmates )

( Writing a Rolling Twelve Week Support Programme for people beginning methadone treatment )

On the other hand Cardiff in itself is fabulous. :)

( Tyellas, I've found your future home )

( Painting the Elenydd hostels )

And lastly, the proto-Sindarin. Three nights a week at Cardiff Uni, doing an intensive revision course which hopefully will render my semi fluent by next april. I'm loving it. Again, my co-workers fail to see the point. It would just be so much easier if everyone spoke English!

Well, yes. But maybe the point of this post is that beautiful useless things are necessary to the world too.

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