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blamebrampton) wrote2008-07-27 02:04 am
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So Sleeeeeepy ...
And after all that, poor old Cadel did not win the Tour. Sigh.
Before I go to sleep, I am reading today's really, really enjoyable entry in the AS/S fest. Two-thirds of the way in and having a very good time, even if the author infers P.G. Wodehouse was a 19th century writer (young people liking PGW is a good enough thing for me to overlook a few decades between friends). But he or she has one spelling quirk that makes me a little mad.
A pouf is an overstuffed footstool (also spelled pouffe).
A poof is a boy who prefers the shagging of other boys.
Maybe there's a mnemonic there ...
A pouf is where u put your tired and weary feet.
A poof is o my god at the size of your man meat.
I didn't say it would be a good mnemonic. Just thank goodness that's an end to the cycling and tennis for the year, I can get some sleep now. Stupid time zone. I should be much smarter for the rest of the year ;-) Well, except on post-Grand Prix Mondays. Back to the final third, which I imagine will be as good as the first two, spelling aside.
Before I go to sleep, I am reading today's really, really enjoyable entry in the AS/S fest. Two-thirds of the way in and having a very good time, even if the author infers P.G. Wodehouse was a 19th century writer (young people liking PGW is a good enough thing for me to overlook a few decades between friends). But he or she has one spelling quirk that makes me a little mad.
A pouf is an overstuffed footstool (also spelled pouffe).
A poof is a boy who prefers the shagging of other boys.
Maybe there's a mnemonic there ...
A pouf is where u put your tired and weary feet.
A poof is o my god at the size of your man meat.
I didn't say it would be a good mnemonic. Just thank goodness that's an end to the cycling and tennis for the year, I can get some sleep now. Stupid time zone. I should be much smarter for the rest of the year ;-) Well, except on post-Grand Prix Mondays. Back to the final third, which I imagine will be as good as the first two, spelling aside.
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Though that mnemonic is kind of cute. *ponders*
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I had really good intentions about staying up to date with this fest, but this is the first I have read in ages. It ended up as well as it started, though!
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Still waiting to be added to the AS/S fest so I can read, can't wait!
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This story isn;t locked, so you should be OK to read it: http://www.striped-wrappers.com/afest/afest-gift-crumbfreebread.html
and it WAS good all the way through.
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And please leave the author a comment, the numbers of comments have been low for most of this fest.
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i'm only 1500 words in and i'm LOVING today's entry!
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Obviously, I lost the link. :)
And what do you mean, the end of the tennis. Toronto, Cincinatti, the OG and then the US Open.... It's neverending.
Oooh, the wonders of Google...
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I have not been following the AS/S Fest (partly because I am writing an AS/S-centric fic of my own and have been avoiding other people's interpretations of the pairing until I finish that). But I may end up looking at the fic you linked above if you particularly liked it. :)
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tentwo.I must write today. No reading, nope, have to write. *bookmarks*
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i know poove is also a variant spelling.
who won the Tour? i'd google it, but it's too hot over here. :(
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Hmmm, I will have to go look - I need fun fic, and can overlook that all her gay guys are overstuffed and like having feet put on them. Hey, for all I know it could just be her way of indicating they're a bit kinky.
The poof went Poof! in a puff of smoke when his pouf exploded beneath his feet.
I am suffering from an unusually late night too - old Spooks eps, too much pasta, introducing my friend Cherry to playing bass on Rockband, a late night attempt at making chocolate self saucing pudding from scratch (I used a recipe I had in my book for years - it turned out pretty well, but I should have thought to go find yours ... - you did include chocolate self-saucing pudding, right? That wasn't just my imagination? *headdesk*), and more Spooks, left me awake at 1.30am wondering why my bed just wasn't making me sleepy.
Man it's hard to type when a large Bengal cat is trying to pummel your tummy bulge into submission where the rolls of fat rise up above the laptop keyboard.
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Mnemonic much?