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ontologyI was serenaded last night.
Also, finally nicking this from everybody and their English teacher, anyone who comments on this entry gets to request a drabble. (I'm bored with nothing to write except stuff I'm supposed to write, now that I've finished The Wise and the Lovely, other than the bit I need the library for.) Within reason, you know. I do not do slash, and no,lady_moriel, I don't care what you do to me: I am not writing Giant Squid/Basilisk. Fandoms I'm willing to write for include: Tolkien, Harry Potter, Narnia, Firebird, Legends of the Guardian-King, LOST, Inkheart, Emily of New Moon, and Peter Pan. (The other ones, I'm just not prepared for as of now. Even though I would really like to write random fanfiction for Rosemary Sutcliffe's The Eagle of the Ninth, but I'm just batty that way. Also, if anybody but me has read that, and they don't live in Britian, I will fangirl them.) You can leave me a bit of poetry or song and say 'oy, [fandom, characters], this, drabble!', too.
Also, the fifteen character thingummy, because I wrote my list out last night when I couldn't sleep. I have fifteen characters listed (all LotR, Silmarillion, Harry Potter, and mythology, because I'd prefer if the majority of my friends list understood them, especially since I have a lot of weird, obscure fandoms, and while I could wax hysterical about Madeleine Donovan on a blind date with Snape, nobody would get it exceptlady_moriel, who is probably snickering herself into an early grave right now). You give me a base, such as 'Nine and Seven take up polo', or something to that extent. I write a drabble, then find the brain bleach. Got it? Yes. Now comment. Free me of the surly bonds of boredom. Because I am thoroughly incapable of entertaining myself anymore, aren't I? ^-^
I was sitting on the computer much later than I care to admit (but my mind is so clear at night; it's a pity I have to go to sleep and waste the creative energy!), when suddenly, I heard a ghastly noise. (No, it was not a dark and stormy night. Sorry. It was dark, though. Night often is.) The cat was outdoors, and he was making a noise which sounded very much as if he were being mauled, or had just been and was now limping his bloody way home. We do have a fair amount of wildlife in the vicinity of our backyard, and while I can't see one of the deer attacking Roscoe (unless it was a TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA DEER!), a possum might. Or the bear that supposedly putters about in our general area.
So I opened the door, and upon being able to hear more clearly realised: there was more than one feline making that noise. I rushed for a flashlight, afraid Ross might have gotten into a fight (which would be weird, as he is so non-militant that he could probably become a Quaker). Naturally, we had no flashlight in the house. We never do. I did find a little battery-powered desk lamp, so I switched it on and started flashing it around outside.
Sitting on the steps leading up to our back porch was Roscoe, and an unidentified tabby cat.
Singing.
I've always heard that cats have horrible singing voices. Plagues, I've seen it parodied. I just didn't expect it to sound that bad. Even when I knew what was going on, it still sounded as if they were killing each other, or had eaten a really bad mouse. It was amusing to see my kitty with a friend, though: he hasn't had any friends, so far as I know, since we lived in Virginia and the neighbourhood cats used to hang out on our porch like some kind of secret society. This was when Roscoe was still Brave Outdoors Cat and slept on the dumpster, and when Dad used to have to be really careful leaving for work early in the morning, because there was usually a cat napping in the middle of the street. Then we moved to Illinois, which traumatised Roscoe, and he has never been an outdoorsy cat since. (He goes out, and then he comes in again, and five minutes later he wants to go out again. This is always at night. He always raps at my window--yes, raps, with his claws--and it's always at some unethical hour, the bloody Rum-Tum Tugger.)
So I opened the door, and upon being able to hear more clearly realised: there was more than one feline making that noise. I rushed for a flashlight, afraid Ross might have gotten into a fight (which would be weird, as he is so non-militant that he could probably become a Quaker). Naturally, we had no flashlight in the house. We never do. I did find a little battery-powered desk lamp, so I switched it on and started flashing it around outside.
Sitting on the steps leading up to our back porch was Roscoe, and an unidentified tabby cat.
Singing.
I've always heard that cats have horrible singing voices. Plagues, I've seen it parodied. I just didn't expect it to sound that bad. Even when I knew what was going on, it still sounded as if they were killing each other, or had eaten a really bad mouse. It was amusing to see my kitty with a friend, though: he hasn't had any friends, so far as I know, since we lived in Virginia and the neighbourhood cats used to hang out on our porch like some kind of secret society. This was when Roscoe was still Brave Outdoors Cat and slept on the dumpster, and when Dad used to have to be really careful leaving for work early in the morning, because there was usually a cat napping in the middle of the street. Then we moved to Illinois, which traumatised Roscoe, and he has never been an outdoorsy cat since. (He goes out, and then he comes in again, and five minutes later he wants to go out again. This is always at night. He always raps at my window--yes, raps, with his claws--and it's always at some unethical hour, the bloody Rum-Tum Tugger.)
Also, finally nicking this from everybody and their English teacher, anyone who comments on this entry gets to request a drabble. (I'm bored with nothing to write except stuff I'm supposed to write, now that I've finished The Wise and the Lovely, other than the bit I need the library for.) Within reason, you know. I do not do slash, and no,
lady_moriel, I don't care what you do to me: I am not writing Giant Squid/Basilisk. Fandoms I'm willing to write for include: Tolkien, Harry Potter, Narnia, Firebird, Legends of the Guardian-King, LOST, Inkheart, Emily of New Moon, and Peter Pan. (The other ones, I'm just not prepared for as of now. Even though I would really like to write random fanfiction for Rosemary Sutcliffe's The Eagle of the Ninth, but I'm just batty that way. Also, if anybody but me has read that, and they don't live in Britian, I will fangirl them.) You can leave me a bit of poetry or song and say 'oy, [fandom, characters], this, drabble!', too. Also, the fifteen character thingummy, because I wrote my list out last night when I couldn't sleep. I have fifteen characters listed (all LotR, Silmarillion, Harry Potter, and mythology, because I'd prefer if the majority of my friends list understood them, especially since I have a lot of weird, obscure fandoms, and while I could wax hysterical about Madeleine Donovan on a blind date with Snape, nobody would get it except
lady_moriel, who is probably snickering herself into an early grave right now). You give me a base, such as 'Nine and Seven take up polo', or something to that extent. I write a drabble, then find the brain bleach. Got it? Yes. Now comment. Free me of the surly bonds of boredom. Because I am thoroughly incapable of entertaining myself anymore, aren't I? ^-^
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Date: 2006-05-04 03:56 am (UTC)I started reading The Eagle of the Ninth, but it belonged to the lobby of St. Margaret's and I didn't get past the first chapter before I left.
Aw, cats. I want a cat very badly, after two years in the dorms.
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Date: 2006-05-04 04:29 am (UTC)Drabble. Hm. Well, I feel like a challenge, or challenging you, or something, so I want something from Harry's POV, since you've said protag-POV fic is hard. But you do have other things to write, you know; you mentioned a Clairefic not so long ago, and a Ginnyfic, and I know you have other stuff.
I need to do the 15-character meme too. Sometime.
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Date: 2006-05-04 07:23 am (UTC)And as for the fifteen-character meme: One, Five, and Seven are having dinner at a posh restaurant. (Proper posh. Just...because.) Who finishes off the bread-basket? Who orders all the wine and gets very drunk? Why did Seven slap Five across the face?
*needs to finish her own drabbles,
and will probably need brain-beach for the accidental Remus/Regulus/Faramir love triangle that one of her friends has set up*no subject
Date: 2006-05-04 03:27 pm (UTC)One, Two and Three decide to go on a camping trip. Who whines about the hike so much the others toss him/her into a river? Who nearly gets eaten by a bear?
Seven, Fourteen, Eleven and Ten go shopping. What stores do they visit, etc?
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Date: 2006-05-04 05:21 pm (UTC)(Bet there's a typo in this. Because, you know, I am always online either at godawful hours of the morning or godawful hours of the night, the latter being the case at this minute.)
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Date: 2006-05-05 02:14 am (UTC)AUGH! You are evil! Although I've always wanted to write Harryfic...and could never come up with a reason to do so. Hmm. Now I just have to figure out what to write about. A drabble shouldn't be too difficult.
Oh, and *hint* d'you have a thingummy for the fifteen character meme? *prod*
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Date: 2006-05-05 02:19 am (UTC)Meme: *SPORFLES* Just wow.
And re: the last? *BRAIN BLEACH* *BRAIN DEGERGENT* *BRAIN SOFTENER SHEETS*
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Date: 2006-05-05 02:21 am (UTC)Remus, seventh year. Funny, that almost made it into Thaw. Yay! Shall scribble shortly.
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Date: 2006-05-05 02:23 am (UTC)Like that Babelfish'd Remus/Greyback I read a sporking of. I wouldn't have read it otherwise. I swear. Also, Remus had a LIP RING.no subject
Date: 2006-05-05 02:33 am (UTC)Shall pontificate on drabble.
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Date: 2006-05-05 02:37 am (UTC):)
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Date: 2006-05-05 02:37 am (UTC)LIP RING?
*scrambles for the brain-sand*
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Date: 2006-05-05 02:39 am (UTC)I think I might adore you forever if you actually wrote Geeky!Sirius. Because that would be cool. (The last thing I wrote was Punctuation-Abusing!Sirius, which somehow does not quite have the same effect.)
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Date: 2006-05-06 05:39 am (UTC)But okay. Question for meme thing. Er. Let's see...4, 9, and 11 somehow end up in Disney World/Hawaii/insert other popular vacation destination of your choice together. How and why did they get there, and what do they do now that they're there?
Wow, that was poorly worded.
Um. Let's see. Of 1 and 15, which one's more likely to be the Wise Mentor, and which is more likely to be the Dimwitted Pupil?
This is fun.
Let's say 8, for some reason, is grading 6 and 7's papers. Who gets the A? Who gets the F? How do they react? Or say they both got bad grades--which one shrugs it off and resolves to do better next time? Which one returns to class with a bazooka?
13 has a blog. What does he/she write on it?
I better stop now before I hurt something. ^-^