(no subject)

Mostly "yays" today, except one "boo" in that my work email isn't working since they switched servers. Yes, I'm shocked and all that.

One yay goes to my latest story, "A Slightly Scorched Serenade" (a bit of a spoof of "Bringing Up Baby" with Severus and Remus- no smut, for those with delicate sensibilities), being well received since posting it last night. It made the hour or so Saturday spent singing lines of dialogue aloud worth it. Go me!

Second yay for some actual progress on our next dance costumes. Met C- who does opera costuming for her sister and she had some fantastic fabrics for folks to choose from. She kept complimenting my own work and I was blushing like mad. I mean she's a professional and she thought I did an incredible job! Woo! And now we seem to be on the same page about what these things are supposed to look like so others are starting to really *get* the vision too. Now if we can just pull together a choreography...

Third yay for getting a reasonable amount of dance time in, even if it was ungodly hot.

Fourth yay for Alyne talking to a student of hers who teaches Bollywood dance and setting up a future workshop with that gal to teach us the big dance number from Devdas. That is going to be *so* cool.

Fifth yay, I get Indian food tonight!

And still more of the Scotty meltdown...

Wee! This is fun! Norbizness gives us a peek into the mind of McClellan as the WH press corps are reintroduced to their testacles:

A magical day for Scott McClellan, as all of the gonadular fortitude long missing from the White House press corps came flowing back in an instant when they start pummeling him about the head and neck with questions of Karl Rove-related program activities.
[...]
So I thought I'd give him a fighting chance by channeling his internal dialogue in responding to these questions, instead of issuing non-denial denials. All of the questions (which really provide all the background that is required) and a few answers are unaltered:
[...]
QUESTION: Does the president continue to have confidence in Mr. Rove?

MCCLELLAN: More like a cringing, supine fealty born of an absolute, smack-like dependence on his advice and man-milk.

QUESTION: So you’re not going to respond as to whether or not the president has confidence in his deputy chief of staff?

MCCLELLAN: Well, it's not confidence... more like a cringing, supine fealty born of an absolute, smack-like dependence on his advice and man-milk. Wow. Deja vu.
[...]
QUESTION: Who is Karl Rove as it relates to this administration?

MCCLELLAN: Father.. mother.. occasional lover.

QUESTION: No, no, no, no. Who is Karl Rove as it relates to this current administration?

MCCLELLAN: OK, frequent lover.


Good times, good times...

A Potter-ish post

Couple of things. First, I will do my best in the coming weeks not to spoil HBP for anyone, but as we know I sometimes forget things like cut-tags and often press the send button before I should. Now what does this mean? Well, it means that if you come and read my posts daily that you are taking the chance that I might say something spoilerish. So here is my disclaimer, if you are borderline psychotic about not knowing anything about HBP and don't trust my impulse control, then by all means feel free to un-friend me for the next few weeks or however long it takes for you to finish it. No hard feelings, I promise.

Why? 'Cause this is my journal, I don't go out and make people read it, I don't have you trussed up like in "A Clockwork Orange", eyelids propped open, strapped to a chair, with Beethoven blasting in the background. If I did I'd be a bit more forgiving of folks who read my journal and then blast me for fouling their delicate minds. But I don't, so if you come here, read something you think is spoilery, and get ticked, well tough titties really.

So, to summarize: I will inhale this novel, I will read it quickly and I will post about it. I will do my best to put stuff under a cut tag for at least two weeks, which seems a reasonable period of time to buy and read the damn thing if you're that nutty about it. Aside from that I make no promises. Fair enough? Like I said above, if you're really worried about it, de-friend me for a few weeks, I promise not to get offended and I'll still be here when you get back. But I'd really suggest staying away from my comments page.

Edit: ravenmb says it far better than I did above in the comments:
"I just planned on taking an LJ sabbatical until I was done with the novel. Seems like if I don't want something spoiled then it is my responsibility to make sure it isn't, ya know?"

If you think you'll read something on my journal that you don't want to, on *any* subject, you have the power to take me off your friends list at any time. I *hope* you won't, of course, but I will completely understand if you do. There's just so much self-censoring I'm willing to do in my own journal, you know? And I'm really tired of all the "Spoil me and I keel you!" posts I've been reading lately.


Now, one more thing, I have become convinced that the reason my cats don't get along at all is that one is obviously a Gryffindor while the other is just as obviously a Slytherin. This really does explain so much. Pye is all reckless energy and enthusiasm, a mix of brainless bravado and a profound sense of fun, he's constantly testing the limits, and is far too clever for his own good. Kage, on the other hand, is sneaky, cagey, vindictive as hell, moody, haughty, wily and always looks out for herself first and foremost. She likes her creature comforts, hell, she *insists* on them, is utterly pampered, knows it, and is convinced she deserves it.

More often than not it's like living with the animagus forms of Harry and Snape.

Sometimes my degree of fannishness scares even me...

"Liberals will snort cocaine right off your bible!"

Oh sweet Jesus, if you get the chance to see the Daily Show from 7/12, you will laugh your ass off. *bows low to Stephen (Esteban) Colbert*

"[On just what a "Double super secret background" is] It's just like regular background but with no tagbacks, frontsies or backsies, taken to infinity plus one on opposite day, circle circle dot dot now you've got a cootie shot. It was first pioneered by Edward R. Murrow."