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some adventures and some banality
Well, I'm home again, the house is disgustingly cold (the floor is cold; I can feel it underneath my stockings), and I'm feeling restless and in need of a shower. Guitar lesson is tomorrow, which is a cheery prospect, as I finally have some new material to show off (I've just about finished polishing my musical rendition of John Donne's 'Song (Go and Catch a Falling Star)'--y'know, the poem that every fantasy author in history has attached to a book someplace, it seems? Anyway, it's very shiny, and I wish I could record it for you lot, but there isn't any chance of that, alas.)
Saturday morning was spent Exacting Revenge, which was delightfully entertaining. Hannah M had had a sleepover with several friends, and during the night, the girls painted poor Eli's fingernails. Sarah and Eli and I banded together for the sake of avenging his dignity, and kidnapped their American Girl's dolls, tied them up, and hid them in places like the pantry and closets and places. I haven't done something so childish in ages, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. (It was all good-natured fun, of course.)
And yes, Monty Python was seen and enjoyed by all. I ♥ the Society for Putting Things on Top of Other Things. Unfortunately, I missed Austin City Limits, when for the first time in months someone was playing whom a) I actually knew, and b) I wanted to see--Sufjan Stevens, who I suspect could do a really excellent live show, considering that he plays, oh, every instrument KNOWN TO MANKIND. (He and Seamus Egan should get together. It would be the Best Show Ever. Seriously. They could duel on banjo, and maybe someone could drag in Bela Fleck for the fun of it. I would pay a lot to see that.) Grrr. Maybe they'll replay it sometime.
So, I'm home again, and so is the rest of the family, having had, it appears, Great Fun, although I feel rather as though I have wasted my Four Hours Alone. (I tried to write and failed utterly. I keep trying, and then the words get stuck and I can't manage to think of what to say next. I have tried about three times to write this one little vignette of a fic that really, really wants to be written, and also contains NO ROMANCE, FINALLY, but it's not coming out no matter now many times I try to sketch it out. Perhaps the bathtub and I should have another session.) The only decently productive thing that I got out of it was AN ICON POST. Yes, really. I know, I have the least-updated icon journal in the history of LiveJournal, which is probably why almost no-one pays attention to it. But these are really pretty photography icons. Yes, precious.
Also, that Remus/Tonks mix I may have been angsting about recently? Is starting to come together. *aghast* But I still need "Different Stars", drat it!
Saturday morning was spent Exacting Revenge, which was delightfully entertaining. Hannah M had had a sleepover with several friends, and during the night, the girls painted poor Eli's fingernails. Sarah and Eli and I banded together for the sake of avenging his dignity, and kidnapped their American Girl's dolls, tied them up, and hid them in places like the pantry and closets and places. I haven't done something so childish in ages, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. (It was all good-natured fun, of course.)
And yes, Monty Python was seen and enjoyed by all. I ♥ the Society for Putting Things on Top of Other Things. Unfortunately, I missed Austin City Limits, when for the first time in months someone was playing whom a) I actually knew, and b) I wanted to see--Sufjan Stevens, who I suspect could do a really excellent live show, considering that he plays, oh, every instrument KNOWN TO MANKIND. (He and Seamus Egan should get together. It would be the Best Show Ever. Seriously. They could duel on banjo, and maybe someone could drag in Bela Fleck for the fun of it. I would pay a lot to see that.) Grrr. Maybe they'll replay it sometime.
So, I'm home again, and so is the rest of the family, having had, it appears, Great Fun, although I feel rather as though I have wasted my Four Hours Alone. (I tried to write and failed utterly. I keep trying, and then the words get stuck and I can't manage to think of what to say next. I have tried about three times to write this one little vignette of a fic that really, really wants to be written, and also contains NO ROMANCE, FINALLY, but it's not coming out no matter now many times I try to sketch it out. Perhaps the bathtub and I should have another session.) The only decently productive thing that I got out of it was AN ICON POST. Yes, really. I know, I have the least-updated icon journal in the history of LiveJournal, which is probably why almost no-one pays attention to it. But these are really pretty photography icons. Yes, precious.
Also, that Remus/Tonks mix I may have been angsting about recently? Is starting to come together. *aghast* But I still need "Different Stars", drat it!