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blamebrampton) wrote2011-08-04 11:25 pm
blamebrampton) wrote2011-08-04 11:25 pm
Fic! Knackered! Trains! Not in that order!
If the ability to be productively overworked while being wildly underslept were an Olympic sport, Australia and Britain would both be wooing me with scads of cash and shoulder massages!
As it is, thank goodness for under-eye concealer is all I can say. However, magazine comes together brilliantly, ukulele progresses – I can play three songs remotely competently! I learned a tricky thing!, second aquaerobics session far less arm-achy than the first, though I did slack off and not go to the gym tonight due to high likelihood of falling asleep on treadmill and creating an incident.
They are talking about very fast trains down the east coast of Australia, they have been talking about this for years. Why they do not just construct such a system given it would be Fabulous, I cannot tell you.
Finally, I wrote a fic as a pinch hit for Glompfest. It will probably be reposted here at some point in the future, when I have enough brain to look over it for any surviving lupin moments, but for now, you can find it at the comm:
Doing the Lambeth Walk
Summary: There are only three traditional choices for the cashed-up hero after victory. Harry Potter is too young to settle down and provide the wizarding world with a happy ending, and has too acute a sense of humour to spiral downwards into a spectacular flame-out. That leaves a life of good works. Choosing to lead it in Muggle Brixton comes with its own set of challenges, including Malfoys in the biscuit aisle.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Mentions of other people’s drug and alcohol abuse, Harry runs a centre that does some rehab work.
Epilogue compliant? Not in the least.
Word Count: ~26,300
Author's notes all over there, and the glompee does fabbo podfics, bless her cotton socks, AND is a cyclist! (One of us! One of us!)
OH! that wasn't the final, this is! Largest textile made from spider silk coming to the V&A! I followed the story of the production of that fabric and it's AMAZING. I think it's in Chicago now. See it if you can! (And clearly that means, yes, I will be in London in May.)
As it is, thank goodness for under-eye concealer is all I can say. However, magazine comes together brilliantly, ukulele progresses – I can play three songs remotely competently! I learned a tricky thing!, second aquaerobics session far less arm-achy than the first, though I did slack off and not go to the gym tonight due to high likelihood of falling asleep on treadmill and creating an incident.
They are talking about very fast trains down the east coast of Australia, they have been talking about this for years. Why they do not just construct such a system given it would be Fabulous, I cannot tell you.
Finally, I wrote a fic as a pinch hit for Glompfest. It will probably be reposted here at some point in the future, when I have enough brain to look over it for any surviving lupin moments, but for now, you can find it at the comm:
Doing the Lambeth Walk
Summary: There are only three traditional choices for the cashed-up hero after victory. Harry Potter is too young to settle down and provide the wizarding world with a happy ending, and has too acute a sense of humour to spiral downwards into a spectacular flame-out. That leaves a life of good works. Choosing to lead it in Muggle Brixton comes with its own set of challenges, including Malfoys in the biscuit aisle.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Mentions of other people’s drug and alcohol abuse, Harry runs a centre that does some rehab work.
Epilogue compliant? Not in the least.
Word Count: ~26,300
Author's notes all over there, and the glompee does fabbo podfics, bless her cotton socks, AND is a cyclist! (One of us! One of us!)
OH! that wasn't the final, this is! Largest textile made from spider silk coming to the V&A! I followed the story of the production of that fabric and it's AMAZING. I think it's in Chicago now. See it if you can! (And clearly that means, yes, I will be in London in May.)
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I think I will have to save your fic as my reward for getting to the end of tomorrow - insufficient awake left to start it tonight...
What's a lupin moment?
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I feel ALMOST certain there are other people in the world to whom this is a normal figure of speech. But alas, memory of woman with head injury ;-)
I barely live! Making sure to do exercise every second day at least and no less than 15 minutes on the uke a day, often more. Must make sleep a priority for next week!
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Your productivity continues to amaze, though I think maybe in the interests of not falling asleep face-first in your coffee, you should consider a vacation.
I work in a coffee shop and regularly fall asleep. The irony is not lost on me.
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And I am planning to take as much of November off as I can manage :-) It would all have been fine, except I had to pull 64 pages forward by two months (ie, do them early) which was bad, because it's just me at the moment :-(
I just reread all the Temeraire books because I can only reread when exhausted -- I want to talk about them at length! Must sleep and then maybe a post.
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:)
You - sleep you must.
Also, there's no way they'll ever get fast trains running down the east coast. They haven't developed the technology yet (and likely never will) to address the 20 year time shift when you cross the queensland border.
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And it is a current plan, let's see how it survives the looming economic crisis ;-) Will keep you VERY much in the loop!
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Though sleep sounds like a good plan.
The scarf is fantastic.
I can't cycle. Never could. I fall off all the time, even on exercise bikes. I ended up getting a recumbent one.
I think it's the dyspraxia. I have enough trouble staying upright when I'm walking.
Also around here you'd have to be into mountain biking. And fit as it's 70km to the shops.
There is a bus. It goes in to Bathurst once a month.
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(ps fyi: now that I can reply, I don't get notifications)
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‘To eat, Potter. And because stealing is wrong.’
Oh, dear. You are delightful.
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I MISS YOU TOO!!!
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Lovely story - I liked the way you portrayed both Harry and Draco and I also very much liked your other figures. They all came to life so naturally. Somehow I especially appreciated how Lucius stayed in character, even in his exile.
My compliments - that was a lovely read that made me long for more of that sort of story.
Totally unrelated:
How on earth do they make textiles of spider silk???
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The spider-silk scarf is the most astounding thing. I had thought that the lotus-fibre fabric from Myanmar was extraordinary (and it is), but this is another order of magnitude of coolth altogether. I want one, now. Loro Piana, what are you waiting for?