note to neil gaiman: please to be writing my life

[ontology]

OH PLAGUES AND PLAGUES I MISSED REMUS' BIRTHDAY. 

I AM A ROTTEN FANGIRL.

(Actually, there are ninety minutes left, but that hardly amounts to anything. I missed Aragorn's birthday, too, but the fic I was contemplating turned out to have even less plot than my fics usually do, so I gave up on it. Seriously, it was about Aragorn and Halbarad in the woods eating stuff. Or learning to cook. Or something.) So, um, happy birthday, Remus. Depressing fic ought to be forthcoming. I've been mucking about with that Rhapsody on a Windy Night fic for quite some time.

So, I'm going to have to finish one of my fifteen and a half Remus!fics have a go at some kind of belated celebration. I feel guilty. Then again, I forgot Ian's birthday in November, which is really pathetic, seeing as I made it up and all. (It's the ninth, because...I wanted a Lost number. Shut up.) 

We visited Leandra again today (hopefully our last trip to Pittsburgh; if all goes well she'll be at our home hospital by midweek or earlier), and took a long detour at Borders, where I bought nothing because what I did want was four times the amount I would pay if I bought it used on Amazon Marketplace or at Rosie's Bookshop in town or I hadn't read yet and was rather keen on, but I rarely buy books that I haven't read yet without a great deal of trust in the author. I got to touch Ysabel and The Ultimate Sandman and The Essential Rilke (!) and wasn't able to spend thirty seconds in the young adult section without wanting to run away, and I think I want to read Neverwhere rather badly now. I also nicked one of the (free) ancticipatory Deathly Hallows bookmarks. I totally love that even the advertising is getting into the whole 'Snape: Good or Evil?' thing: fandom is taking over the world.

Also, Best Time Ever = driving through Pittsburgh in the rain, blaring Steeleye Span, and debating with the siblings as to what the TARDIS noise sounds like. :D We have this family ritual dating back to my toddlerhood which involves us pointing out imaginary sea-life when driving through a tunnel--"oh, look, there's an octopus!" and suchlike (I've taken to saying things like "the Giant Squid!" and "a bunch of krakken!" lately), so we're driving through the tunnel and I go "hey, look, a police box!", and lo, the fandom joke was gotten, and Heidi said, "there's the Doctor! and Rose!" and I smiled smugly with the knowledge of converts made. (And then my brother says, "Rosebud?" and I says, "NO.", and he says, "Her last name should be Bud", and I says, "Nobody is that cruel, even Rose's crazy mother," and that was that. Citizen Kane jokes are the new black in my house, despite my brother having only seen the very beginning and remembering it very well for some reason. I think it's because his Robosapien says "Rosebud!" when you turn it off, which was the best and nerdiest thing ever, especially because we all, except for Heidi, got it. So then I said, "look! it's Orson Welles on a sled!" and my brother gave me the blankest look possible.)

The drive home consisted very much of thick, rolling fog, the sort of fog one rarely finds outside of films (and England), and I kept thinking that we were going to drive out into some barren moor in an alternate Victorian universe or be spirited away by the Unseelie Court, but alas, nothing out of the ordinary happened, which was extremely disappointing.

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[aohdwyn.livejournal.com]

but alas, nothing out of the ordinary happened, which was extremely disappointing.

Isn't it though? Those moments where you're "this would be a perfect time for things to go magical fiction-esque" but they don't, of course, and the little girl inside of you that still believes in faeries is /so/ disappointed.

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

I know! And if Neil Gaiman had been writing it, I would've been pulled into an alternate Victorian universe. By the Unseelie Court. And there would be scary clockwork machines and an underground rebellion and cats.

[anthon1.livejournal.com]

If i begged you to write it and wished on a shooting star, would anything possibly happen? *looks hopeful*

Pretty please?

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

STOP IT STOP IT I'M WRITING TWO NOVELS ALREADY! *waves garlic frantically* :D

[anthon1.livejournal.com]

Pwetty pwetty pwease? :P

(Also, I just though I should join the club and come out and say that your family are the win. :D Just so you know. :D)

[builtofsorrow.livejournal.com]

-gasps- I forgot Remus's birthday too! ROT. But my excuse is that I am rotten with birthdays; my whole family are in fact, and the birthday person will often have to wait around until 10:30 and clear his/her throat significantly before anyone realises that they actually are not coming down with something. And then, of course, there's the way I always wish my uncle happy birthday one day early. Always. I swear it was 28 December when I was younger, not 29. I swear.

I was very glad to read how well Leandra is doing. I'm praying, of course, and I hope you (vous) get her close by this week. ♥

Ysabel! GGKay is now next on my list of things to order at the library (you will be pleased to know that Neil Gaiman is second).

[wanderlight.livejournal.com]

Ysabel! GGKay is now next on my list of things to order at the library (you will be pleased to know that Neil Gaiman is second).

Hee! I approve wholeheartedly of both of these things. :)

[anthon1.livejournal.com]

Ysabel! GGKay is now next on my list of things to order at the library (you will be pleased to know that Neil Gaiman is second).

*Seconds wanderlight's wholehearted approval with knobs on top. And a coronet.*

[wanderlight.livejournal.com]

NO! I FORGOT IT TOO! Fics without plots are not necessarily a bad thing, though; I wouldn't mind seeing it anyway. Depressing Remus!fic is the best kind. (Sorry, Remus, but it's true!)

Hee. You made up a birthday for Ian. *squees* Somehow November seems a very fitting month for him. Does Tuesday have one, too?

I know what you mean about bookstores; whenever I go into them these days, it's invariably just to wander and touch pretty new books, because my conscience doesn't let me buy them when I know I could get four for the same price secondhand, with the added treasure-hunt fun. Am glad that you got to touch Ysabel though -- I borrowed a copy from the library to read; isn't it pretty?

And then my brother says, "Rosebud?" and I says, "NO.", and he says, "Her last name should be Bud", and I says, "Nobody is that cruel, even Rose's crazy mother," and that was that.

asdl;fjalsdfjlkasd BANUI YOUR FAMILY WINS AT LIFE! :DD

the sort of fog one rarely finds outside of films (and England)

Don't forget Scotland! We've been watching movie adaptations of Macbeth in English class lately, and I swear. The sun never shines in that place; if I were there I would revel in the beauty of the fog for a few weeks and then get really really depressed.

[anthon1.livejournal.com]

Don't forget Scotland! We've been watching movie adaptations of Macbeth in English class lately, and I swear. The sun never shines in that place; if I were there I would revel in the beauty of the fog for a few weeks and then get really really depressed.

*laughs* Scotland really is lovely, though - I've been there a couple of times with family and it is gorgeous. And Scottish. And haggis.

Well, it has haggis, anyway...

I still need to ead Macbeth, don't I?

(I blame my failure to do so on the fact that the audiobook of the play that sisterkin downloaded is in American. In almost any other play, this is a sin which I could forgive, but not Macbeth. I anticipated gorgeous Scottish accents. One actor sounding approximately Irish just doesn't... isn't...

I want Scottis accents. Is this truly so terribly, terribly wrong? :P

[wanderlight.livejournal.com]

I've always wondered/worried about Scotland, though. I mean -- bagpipes, who on earth would come up with bagpipes? xD

I want Scottis accents. Is this truly so terribly, terribly wrong? :P

I'm assuming that this was supposed to read "I want a Scottish accent", and your recalcitrant fingers mangled the line, because otherwise it makes no sense. And no, that is not terribly wrong -- I mean, I want a British accent like mad. If I find a Scottish one for you somewhere can I have yours? :DD

[anthon1.livejournal.com]

I've always wondered/worried about Scotland, though. I mean -- bagpipes, who on earth would come up with bagpipes? xD

I don't know. There is, however, a bizarre fascination with inflating things in the British Isles, be they pigs' bladders or strange squeak-making things with sticks poking out of them, athough bagpipes played well can be really quite lovely.

I'm assuming that this was supposed to read "I want a Scottish accent", and your recalcitrant fingers mangled the line, because otherwise it makes no sense.

*hates hates hates* :P

It was actually just meant to say 'I want Scottish accents' without the a, but it works either way. :D

(And also, you forgot to mock me for missing the r off read. But I pointed it out, so you can't now. Hahahaha!)

And no, that is not terribly wrong -- I mean, I want a British accent like mad. If I find a Scottish one for you somewhere can I have yours? :DD

Well, I do actually have a Scottish accent. I usually keep it in an obscure and metaphorical pocket hidden somewhere within my diaphragm, and it only comes out on special occaisions or very late at night when I'm tired and doing something arty by myself like postcarding my wall, in which case the voices in my head start talking in Scottish accents. However, it is neither desperately good nor desperately consistent, and I do not usually speak with it.

Also, I have suddenly had an idea as to how I can get you a British accent, although due to a series of unfortunate events and bad timing it may not be as easy to imliment as I had originally concieved. But it is a very cunning plan... :D

[wanderlight.livejournal.com]

(And also, you forgot to mock me for missing the r off read. But I pointed it out, so you can't now. Hahahaha!)

... But that is like saying... "You were going to cut my hand off but I BEAT YOU TO IT! HAH!" :pp

I'm getting a very strange mental image here -- Anthony, postcards, multiple-personality disorder. Then again, I was anthropomorphising all of my furniture yesterday and swearing at it (blame insomnia) lat night, so. I can't say.

WHAT IS THIS CUNNING PLAN???

[anthon1.livejournal.com]

... But that is like saying... "You were going to cut my hand off but I BEAT YOU TO IT! HAH!" :pp

No it's not: it's a controlled detonation. The mine was going to explode anyway, and this way it only took out that irritating monument of the President's first wife, and they're divorced now anyway... a couple of bushes and things, rather than, you know, somebody's leg... :P

It was a very strange evening and morning, I have to say...

And, thinking about it, I need to do it again. I have more postcards... *manic grin*

WHAT IS THIS CUNNING PLAN???

I could tell you, but then I'd have to stop you reading books kill you... *looks cryptic*

And, talking of the CUNNING PLAN, I think it may have just been made very much easier indeed...

[wanderlight.livejournal.com]

I hear that prosthetics are higly advanced these days. Legs are overrated, anyway! You require them only to move, and in my ideal world, there would be no moving. Just reading, which is a stationary activity, and a bit of computer!

STOP REFERRING TO THE CUNNING PLAN AND NOT TELLING ME ANYTHING ABOUT IT! :P :P

[anthon1.livejournal.com]

Prosthetics may have advanced to the point at which Thingumy-bob McCartney can take her leg off and have it playby itself on live television, but I still like my own legs, thank you very much. I'm rather attatched to them.

*tries to find a reason why legs are needed in a utpoian world*

..."Legs... unlock... things?"

:DDDDDD???

But the cunning plan is a secret cunning plan! And also one that cannot be carried out in the deepest, darkest, most silent hours of the night, or whilst other people who would ask me what I am doing and why I'm not doing something else are around, and the opportune moment has yet to present itself, so I cannot yet reveal all.

*sits in his chair and looks CUNNING like a fox with a diploma from the University of Sneaking Around And Avoiding Hard Knocks By Being Sneaky and a very large cuddly penguin and lots of teeth*

[trollywoodqueen.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, dear, I only remembered Dear Remus' birthday because it was on mugglenet! :D I LOVE having converted my friends...it is a good feeling, isn't it?

You may yet convert me to Doctor Who, as well. I haven't had time to actually watch any of it, but with the way you go on about it, I'm beginning to think I must!

OH and hey, at least you GET fog. *broods* I hate Nevada.
Much love!

[trollywoodqueen.livejournal.com]

*is amused* Ha, I just read the comment above mine, and I must agree. Your Family completely wins at life!

I love you!