Three posts in one day? Goodness!

In non-music news, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to two of the loveliest and most talented people about. Dearest dysonrules  and lilithium , you're both so brilliant at telling stories in your different media, and such lovely, kind people as well. I hope you have absolutely spectacular days.

Odd question: does anyone know how detonators and explosives actually work? I have a scene which could do with a tiny bit of expertise. You can email me if you want to keep quiet about your misspent youth or secret life as a sapper. Me at gmail works best. I do worry a little about what the government agencies who scan internet traffic think of me, given how regularly I can be found Googling both explosives and the correct spellings of politicians' names.

Finally, in sad but also good news, raitala 's life is going brilliantly, which means that she has run out of time to fit fandom in. She is having a wonderful going away party with a drabbleathon starting on Draco's birthday, and in the interim, she is giving some of her artworks away. Do check out her post here if you love her work as much as I do!

Three posts in one day? Goodness!

In non-music news, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to two of the loveliest and most talented people about. Dearest dysonrules  and lilithium , you're both so brilliant at telling stories in your different media, and such lovely, kind people as well. I hope you have absolutely spectacular days.

Odd question: does anyone know how detonators and explosives actually work? I have a scene which could do with a tiny bit of expertise. You can email me if you want to keep quiet about your misspent youth or secret life as a sapper. Me at gmail works best. I do worry a little about what the government agencies who scan internet traffic think of me, given how regularly I can be found Googling both explosives and the correct spellings of politicians' names.

Finally, in sad but also good news, raitala 's life is going brilliantly, which means that she has run out of time to fit fandom in. She is having a wonderful going away party with a drabbleathon starting on Draco's birthday, and in the interim, she is giving some of her artworks away. Do check out her post here if you love her work as much as I do!

Eurovision, the final!

I was going to ignore most of the Eurovision final from a recapping perspective, but I have a stomach ache from excess macaron consumption and cannot face writing or knitting, so here we go. And, alas, I am spoiled for the winner (eyes flist crossly), but I can at least hope that it is close. Half of me wonders if I should not be watching Doctor Who instead. And as it turns out, the opening sequence from Norway looks like a DW special effect for invading alien swarm, so clearly they feel my pain.

Now they have little telecards from all the nations, with punters wishing their teams best of luck. They start with the UK, which is simply cruel. Luck won't help, it'll need bloody miracle. Last year's winner wishes everyone luck, then pops out to perform his winning song, far breathier this year –– does he have the same cold as Niamh from Ireland? Oh you cougar, Ms Kavanagh! He hands singing duties over to the audience, which is probably for the best, but breaks out the violin section with skill. Lovely and short rendition, bless. Follows that up with winks to the audience, and that's fine, he's a cutie.

I did not think it was possible, but the frocks the girl presenters are wearing tonight are even more hideous than the ones they wore in the semi finals. They're attractive women, why do the show designers hate them? The chap's hair is boofed up so that, with his narrow hips and broad-shouldered tuxedo, he looks as though he might topple over thanks to top heaviness.

Oh that old May the Best Song Win line -- such a perennial lie ...
( Onto the songs! )



Eurovision, the final!

I was going to ignore most of the Eurovision final from a recapping perspective, but I have a stomach ache from excess macaron consumption and cannot face writing or knitting, so here we go. And, alas, I am spoiled for the winner (eyes flist crossly), but I can at least hope that it is close. Half of me wonders if I should not be watching Doctor Who instead. And as it turns out, the opening sequence from Norway looks like a DW special effect for invading alien swarm, so clearly they feel my pain.

Now they have little telecards from all the nations, with punters wishing their teams best of luck. They start with the UK, which is simply cruel. Luck won't help, it'll need bloody miracle. Last year's winner wishes everyone luck, then pops out to perform his winning song, far breathier this year –– does he have the same cold as Niamh from Ireland? Oh you cougar, Ms Kavanagh! He hands singing duties over to the audience, which is probably for the best, but breaks out the violin section with skill. Lovely and short rendition, bless. Follows that up with winks to the audience, and that's fine, he's a cutie.

I did not think it was possible, but the frocks the girl presenters are wearing tonight are even more hideous than the ones they wore in the semi finals. They're attractive women, why do the show designers hate them? The chap's hair is boofed up so that, with his narrow hips and broad-shouldered tuxedo, he looks as though he might topple over thanks to top heaviness.

Oh that old May the Best Song Win line -- such a perennial lie ...
( Onto the songs! )