So when you wake up at 8:45 to let the cable guy in, then stumble back into bed, then wake up again
past noon I think it's safe to say 1) you were tired (esp when you had about 8 hours and 45 min of sleep before
letting the cable guy in) and 2) you're not going to make it to the 10am Easter services and 3) you're probably not going to get all the housework done today that you were hoping to do either.
On the other hand my cable works, and that's what really counts, right?
[avoids mentioning how her cable has now risen after 3 days of being dead]
about avoiding mentioning that]
[Oh, and I feel a need to point out that I did let the cable guy back out
again. I didn't trap him in here until I woke up. Only until he fixed the signal]
Anyhoo, 'tis Easter and so far it seems nice and all. Will be doing dinner later with the folks. May also do the exiting activity of actually unpacking my suitcases from Connexions. Wild and crazy, I know.
Haven't done a post-Connexions report. Not sure now if I'll ever get around to it, but suffice it to say fun was had and lucifrix
and I were able to make Philadelphia disappear, so if any of you were looking for it last Thursday and coming up with nothing that was our bad.
One of the inadvertent souvenirs of Connexions has been a renewed interest in reading Harry Potter fic. A few of my friends have been kind enough to give recommendations (wouldn't mind more, btw, hint hint) but some I've found striking out on my own and.let's just say I've learned it's better to stick with the recommended fic.
For example, I'm reading this one story which shall remain nameless and it's going along more or less sort-of kind-of fine for what's pretty clearly a kinkfic even though I've never read anything by this author before, but then we get to the "Harry's in trouble and must be saved by romantic interest" portion of the kink, and to do that the author has Harry almost get raped by, shall we say for the sake of avoiding incriminating details, a Death Eater, and Harry's there chattering away like a magpie (er, no offense to Magpie) while the DE is swanning about brandishing a knife and I'm there like "Dude! Accio knife! Accio wand! Accio Firebolt! Hell, it's NC-17 fic, Accio balls
while you're at it!" but no, Harry just keeps standing
there and chattering away, and I think it's really safe to say that the point at which I
apparently know more spells than The Boy Who Lived But Apparently Left His Brain Somewhere Other Than Inside His Skull is the point at which something's gone awry.
But hey, who am I to fault bad story canon and characterization in the name of writing pretty? [Ahem]
And with that I scurry off. Must shower and unpack and meander over to the folks' place. I'll be sure to tell them that there were those who felt that "Win TBQ's parents for a day" was considered a shoo-in for best charity fundraising event ;) That is if they let me talk long enough before demanding that we put the Angel DVDs in now
Happy Bunnies! Bunnies! It must be BUNNIES!