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Kiwi Crocus
01 April 2010 @ 05:10 am
Yesterday (well, Tuesday) I went to the centre. Christina had forgotten about our plans and wasn't there, but I understand; she's been going through a rough time and we made the plans a long while ago. I wasn't offended or put out. I got to hang out with Penny for a while, then with Ursula and Cecilia and Kelsang Samatha. Tony gave me the wraps that had been for Christina but that she hadn't been around to eat. ("She was going to feed you anyway, eh? You take 'em.")

Samatha and I had some interesting discussions about the concept of attachment (as usual) and it lead to discussing sex. I tend to often discuss sex on a scientific level. I don't tend to spend much of my time thinking about sex and at this point in my life am not attached to it; in fact, I am more attached to chocolate. During part of the conversation (not even a graphic part), Samatha grew red and had to towel his face. I felt bad but we were both a little entertained. We had been discussing gay men and lesbians much of the time - since my coming out he's been intrigued with hearing about my queer lifestyle in combination with my spirituality and often scientific mind. Apparently I'm an odd mixture.

I really did have a lovely time that evening and Cecilia even drove me back to Cemetery Junction, where I popped into the Cooperative and bought some groceries. When I got back home I made it a mission once more to live kindly and with love, respecting everyone and thons inherent search for peace, love and happiness.

So Sass and I actually had some nice conversations. Today when I woke up and came downstairs we chatted some more. Nothing deep - phone calls to mobile companies, bringing the garden Daffodils home for mother, travel plans, etc. - but lovely nonetheless. She left around 4.

Faffed about. Read fic, watched telly and the films on programming, cleaned the kitchen, took out the rubbish. At last wrote my hp_beholder fic. Haven't got a beta (not in the practise of having one) so I'll read through it again tomorrow, code it up and send it off.

Had promised to get my Science Communication work (two pieces) done too, but I'll make myself get that done tomorrow. Would love to do those and organise the rest of my work. I know I should summon up the courage to look at my exam timetable and draft up a revision table, but at this point I fear I'd be sick. Perhaps tomorrow evening of Friday.

There'll be no leaving the house 'til evening anyway: we're (I'm) expecting a man to come inspect the washing machine. Good time, too, given I'm running out of underthings...

(My posts are beginning to sound very domestic. Cleaning the kitchen? Goodness gracious, what I'll do to procrastinate and avoid other things...)
 
 
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Kiwi Crocus
01 April 2010 @ 12:27 pm
The washing man diagnosed that our house is haunted; there is no other way the two threaded screws sealed near the motor would have come undone, he said. He's never seen it happen before. They held in a brush that was then hanging down, which made the machine not work as its way of saying 'help me - something's not right!'

Apparently I live in a haunted house. Whodduthunkit.

(What's really haunted, however, is the fact that I'm awake before noon. I believe this calls for toast and tea.)

(I was also thinking, last night as I attempted to sleep on the couch, that our house produces many strange noises at nights, released from the depths. It can get very spooky. I think that is why I adore my house.)
 
 
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Kiwi Crocus
01 April 2010 @ 02:45 pm
Sometimes I am well and truly a numpty. At least this illustrates why I seldom write (and upload) multi-chapter fics.

I had 'Upload Chapter 7 of Transfiguration Over Tea' down on my To Do List, but recognised when I checked that the chapters didn't line up on AO3.

Turns out, I forgot to put in Chapter 3, which is a rather important chapter given it's when McGonagall thinks to give Hermione a Time-Turner - goodness, it's probably the only canon chapter in the whole work!

Here's the full work, then:

Transfiguration Over Tea - in full, with the third chapter

It does include Dumbledore, however, and I know there are a few on my flist who don't approve... I don't believe I've made him entirely angelic, but certainly didn't portray him in a negative manner, either. (I enjoy a nice manipulative mastermind every once in a while... :P)

My brain was also on catnip when writing this story last year. This is the fault of kellychambliss and exams, although not in equal measure. (You can decide which weighs more deadly on the brain for fandom - you may find it's a tough choice. ;] )
 
 
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Kiwi Crocus
01 April 2010 @ 10:39 pm
The formation of an inside joke is tricky. It requires a number of elements: perfect timing, the perfect mood, a trigger, innuendo and follow-through.

The process illustrated:

Facebook message to housemates about machine man telling us the house is haunted -->
We have a haunted house -->
We must do something - get Juliette and the incense! -->
Our house isn't haunted, our WASHING machine is, which means, logically, OUR UNDERWEAR IS NOW HAUNTED! -->
Our underwear is possessed, so we're possessed, so we possess a haunted house ohnoes! -->
Must protect ourselves from the haunted underwear -->
"I'll possess your underwear. ;)" -->
"ARE YOU COMING ON TO ME?!" -->
"No, I'm coming on to anywhere." -->
(What would possess you to do that? Well, me, possessing your underwear.) "That is the best phrase ever."

And thus was born the phrase "I'll possess your underwear" out of a few screws loose in a laundry machine.

(Personally, I don't think the machine's the only thing with a few screws loose.)
 
 
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Kiwi Crocus
01 April 2010 @ 11:01 pm
kellychambliss, I know I recommended this book to you once before, but I thought I would do it once more: I think you would really enjoy parts of this book!

As, I think, would many of my dashing flisties.

Watching the English: The Hidden Rules of English Behaviour

It's hilarious. Useful for UK-based fanfic (coughHarryPottercough) and also just an outright string of laughs - to be expected from a culture so deeply saturated with humour (imbibed as often as rain). It's made me laugh out loud more times than I can count. A thoroughly enjoyable book.
 
 
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