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Seeing Harry Pottah tomorrow! *squeedances*
Actually, for some reason I'm not quite as sugared up and excited for this one as I was for Goblet of Fire. I don't know why. I'm not feeling the hype this year. I'm not even boucing off the walls at the mere mention of Deathly Hallows, like I was for Half-Blood Prince and Order of the Pheonix. Hmmm. I can't be Pottered out yet - I've had more than enough of a breather between this book/movie and the last.
That reminds me. I think a quick rereading of at least OotP and HBP is in order, just so that I have my facts straight and don't waste valuable time looking up people once I start reading. I intend to finish this book *before* anyone can spoil it for me. So there.
That said, I may be avoiding LiveJournal and the web in general on the day of DH's release, because the jackasses will be out in full force that day.
The guitar player was on the street corner this morning, playing "Fire and Rain". I hadn't seen him in a while, and it struck me that he's pretty good. I should probably stop and give him something, but the thought of doing that makes me...I don't know, nervous. I've always been cautioned about approaching strangers or giving people money, and I'm edgy enough walking the sidewalks as it is - I'm always worried someone's going to steal my purse or pull out a gun, even though it's a safe part of the city.
The Post ran a story a few weeks ago about Joshua Bell, considered one of the greatest living violinists. As part of a social experiment, Bell donned regular clothes and took his Stradivarius - one of the greatest violins ever built - and played for change at a DC Metro station.
He got about $30 the whole time he played. Very few people stopped to listen. Only one person recognized him.
The guitar player this morning made me think of him.
[ETA] Quick thought:
My lunch today consisted of a Pepsi pork sandwish on bagel bread.
Because that is what the world needs right now more than ever - more alliterative food. Hells yeah.
The Diet Coke is entirely ruining my fun.
(By the way, Pepsi pork is pork slow-cooked in a crockpot full of Pepsi, not pork with Pepsi on it.)
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I've decided to start doing fic requests, in the hopes that new ideas and new stories will kick my own inspiration in the pants and get it moving so I can do the stuff I'm supposed to be doing. So, request something. Anything. A prompt, a title, a song lyric, a character, a pairing. (But please, if you do a character or pairing, try to give me a prompt/title/lyric/blurb to go with it.) Pick a fandom or leave it up to me. Heck, you could even request original fiction if you wanted to.
Fics from requests will probably be one-shots and may even be mere drabbles unless you specifically mention a length. May not be completed in any specific order or at any specific time.
Request away.
Actually, for some reason I'm not quite as sugared up and excited for this one as I was for Goblet of Fire. I don't know why. I'm not feeling the hype this year. I'm not even boucing off the walls at the mere mention of Deathly Hallows, like I was for Half-Blood Prince and Order of the Pheonix. Hmmm. I can't be Pottered out yet - I've had more than enough of a breather between this book/movie and the last.
That reminds me. I think a quick rereading of at least OotP and HBP is in order, just so that I have my facts straight and don't waste valuable time looking up people once I start reading. I intend to finish this book *before* anyone can spoil it for me. So there.
That said, I may be avoiding LiveJournal and the web in general on the day of DH's release, because the jackasses will be out in full force that day.
The guitar player was on the street corner this morning, playing "Fire and Rain". I hadn't seen him in a while, and it struck me that he's pretty good. I should probably stop and give him something, but the thought of doing that makes me...I don't know, nervous. I've always been cautioned about approaching strangers or giving people money, and I'm edgy enough walking the sidewalks as it is - I'm always worried someone's going to steal my purse or pull out a gun, even though it's a safe part of the city.
The Post ran a story a few weeks ago about Joshua Bell, considered one of the greatest living violinists. As part of a social experiment, Bell donned regular clothes and took his Stradivarius - one of the greatest violins ever built - and played for change at a DC Metro station.
He got about $30 the whole time he played. Very few people stopped to listen. Only one person recognized him.
The guitar player this morning made me think of him.
[ETA] Quick thought:
My lunch today consisted of a Pepsi pork sandwish on bagel bread.
Because that is what the world needs right now more than ever - more alliterative food. Hells yeah.
The Diet Coke is entirely ruining my fun.
(By the way, Pepsi pork is pork slow-cooked in a crockpot full of Pepsi, not pork with Pepsi on it.)
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I've decided to start doing fic requests, in the hopes that new ideas and new stories will kick my own inspiration in the pants and get it moving so I can do the stuff I'm supposed to be doing. So, request something. Anything. A prompt, a title, a song lyric, a character, a pairing. (But please, if you do a character or pairing, try to give me a prompt/title/lyric/blurb to go with it.) Pick a fandom or leave it up to me. Heck, you could even request original fiction if you wanted to.
Fics from requests will probably be one-shots and may even be mere drabbles unless you specifically mention a length. May not be completed in any specific order or at any specific time.
Request away.
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You're the only one I've ever believed in
The answer that could never be found
The moment you decided to let love in
And now I'm banging on the door of an angel
The end of fear is where we begin
The moment we decided to let love in
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That said, I may be avoiding LiveJournal and the web in general on the day of DH's release, because the jackasses will be out in full force that day.
I don't blame you there at all, for I will be doing the same thing. (: I've already stopped watching the communities I'm in, because I know someone somewhere is bound to get their hands on a copy of DH in advance, and I want to avoid spoilers. In fact, I'll be going to Borders on Friday night at 11:30 to join the little party they're having and get my copy of the book; then I plan on going home and getting through as much as I can that night, and finishing up the next day.
I always feel bad whenever I come across sax players in NYC who play on the street because I don't drop them any change. I think I did once, but that was because my mother was with me, and I felt a little safer approaching him. I don't know why, but I did. XD But yeah, you never know what kind of people these guys are. There are a lot of crazies out there (and not in the good way!)
Oooooh, can you write a nice Ed/Nina friendship ficcy? I've always loved the chemistry between those two, but I could never picture them as a couple. So sad Nina won't be back, though. :(
Ooh, and I'd really love to see a fic where Jack dresses in drag. XD I know that's a weird request, but I'd really love to see that!
Boy, this was a long comment! :O
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Heh, I don't know if I'll be able to stay awake for a release party. Too crowded, too noisy. I shll be reading the last Potter quietly in my home, for the most part.
Makes sense that you'd feel safer with your mom around - I think I would too. :) See, I've been told since I was little that I shouldn't give people money because they might be on drugs, so much as I've tried to shake it the attitude has stuck. :(
I think I could manage Ed/Nina friendship...the second one, I'm not so sure. XD I'll do what I can. Any specific prompt or anything you want for Ed/Nina?
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I have a fic prompt for you. How about a Megan Wheeler drabble using the lyrics, "What's it like in New York City, I'm a thousand miles away..."
PS - Mind if I add you to my flist?
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Oh, he should have known better than to leave it on. He deserved whatever he got. XD
Hmm...you know, I've never written Megan before, so this'll be a lot of fun. Thanks for the prompt!
And of course you may! I'm always glad for new friends!
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Lyric prompt:
"And as she runs away, she fears she won't be followed/What could be worse than leaving something behind?"
Do with it what you will. (RS - the champion of non-specific ideas)
And as an afterthought - Pepsi pork sounds absolutely nasty.
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Giggling @ "hummingbird mode". What an apt description.
Hmm...for some reason, this prompt says "Lindsay Monroe" to me, so I think that's the angle I'll be going with...maybe something as she leaves New York for Montana? That okay with you?
When my mom described Pepsi pork to me, I was disgusted to - I thought it'd be vile. But it's a lot better than the recipe makes it sound. The taste of the Pepsi doesn't really transfer to the pork at all; it just makes it tender and slightly sweet. It's tastier than you'd think it'd be.
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I had a great time with you
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I had a great time too!