Truly. Deeply. Madly

Dear Self;

No. You do NOT, in fact, need to write that pastiche on The Dutchman. Fandom is doing just FINE without another mawky Snarry songfic, thanks very much. You have other work that wants doing, y'know. And anyway, Amanuensis1 does folksong fics better, so quit trying to jump her train, already!

Now get to bed, you hooligan!

* For those who'd wondered about the state of Mithril's bum; ( The state of Mithril's bum )

For those who're wondering about the Insurance Wars: ( The Insurance Wars )

For those who wonder if Things They Sent have arrived:
( ZOMG!!! HAPPYDAAAAAAANCE!!!! )

For those who wonder about The Writeyness:
( The Writeyness: )

For those concerned with Artsyness:
( Artsyness: )

Aside from that, the only news is that aquila_dominus has packed his supersuit and taken the train down to Baltimore, where he will be pulling the IRS's chestnuts mainframe data structures out of the fire this week. It is my considered opinion that they do NOT pay him enough for shenanigans like that, but as yet the company CEO hasn't agreed to meet me for negotiations, so it's all for naught. I shall simply have to use this week of solitude to read books, watch chickflicks, and possibly sew some stuff. Oh, and to totally hog the covers with impunity, too.

So if folks want to hang out on Knockturn, maybe write drabbles, maybe tell lies, maybe solve world hunger, I'll be on for at least a while most evenings this week. Just sayin'

The Cat Paparazzo strikes again!
( Cuddly Cyrene caught canoodling with Grumpy Godric! )

It is possible I have too much fun at my cats' expense...