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Lethargic me.
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I've been kind of boring these last few weeks. Sorry about that. It's partly the darkness of January and partly the fact that I have a lot of writing to do before the end of the month. (I even filtered out my drabble communities for now.) I expect to be more interesting and awake by February at the latest.

Here are some of the utterly brilliant things I wanted to post this week, but never did:

1. There was an annoying kid at the bus stop today. She had a Gryffindor backpack. "Gryffindor brat," I muttered under my breath, clutching my Slytherin scarf around me and giving her my best Snape look. She didn't seem to notice.

2. I'm still making my way through B5 S4. I had a revelation. It's not Delenn and John. It's not Delenn and Lennier. It's Delenn and Neroon. My god. They are magnificent together. And when Neroon stepped into the Starfire Wheel and raised his hands and said that he was of the religious caste -- there are no words.

3. I once accidentally watched the video for that Clay Aiken song Invisible. Damn, but those are some creepy lyrics -- If I was invisible, I would watch you in your room, if I was invincible, I would make you mine tonight. (Not to mention, shouldn't that be the subjunctive?) But sometimes I get that bit stuck in my head and end up making up alternate lines:

If I was intractable, I'd be hard to push around.
If I was indelible, you'd never rub me out.
If I was inflammable, I'd set your heart on fire.
If I was ineffable, you wouldn't have to say a word.
If I was inflatable, I'd blow up like a balloon.
If I was inaudible, you wouldn't have to hear me sing.

The hard part is stopping...

4. Wesley is our King.

And I have some good mullet pics to upload, but those should get their own post. And my Fallout thoughts. And the Post About Frank Black. And and and

Bed now.


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B5 is stumbling overwhelmed from intense relationship to heartbreak and then redemptive horror with a wash of continuous revelation that just makes writing in polysyllables inevitable.


Hee! For me, it seems to make writing in polysyllables damn near impossible. "Show good. JMS smart."

The subjunctive is sadle pretty much lost...at least I now have a new pop refrence to teach it with... Joan Osborne's "(What if God was) One of Us" is by now old enough that many of my students were like in kindergarten when it came out :-)

And yes, very creepy lyrics...

The one that really used to bug me, both for grammar and lyrics, was the Thompson Twins's "King for a Day" (and now I'm really dating myself):

If I was king for just one day
I would give it all away
I would give it all away to be with you

So, besides the "was" issue, if you were king for just one day, why would you have to give it up to be with someone? It's only a day! They can go to the movies or something! And if you're king, why not have them there with you anyhow?

Clearly, I spent too much time thinking about this.

*dies* You are too right. Yes, they can go to the movies. Snerk.

I too mourn the death of the subjunctive. Those "was"'s make me twitch. Hate 'em. And I am a Gryffindor brat, so :P. *snaps you with end of red and gold scarf*

Show good. JMS smart.

Hee.

And as to Snape kicking your butt, have you tried offering him a Guinness? Or perhaps Imperio is what you really need...

And I am a Gryffindor brat, so :P. *snaps you with end of red and gold scarf*

Scarf war! Oh, wait, that's contrary to Slytherin dignity. I'll just maintain a chilly and contemptuous silence then.

And as to Snape kicking your butt, have you tried offering him a Guinness? Or perhaps Imperio is what you really need...

Well, I was the one who had the beer. It softened the blow, at least. :) I have had to admit defeat for now. But not permanently. They all bow to me, eventually.

2. I'm still making my way through B5 S4. I had a revelation. It's not Delenn and John. It's not Delenn and Lennier. It's Delenn and Neroon. My god. They are magnificent together. And when Neroon stepped into the Starfire Wheel and raised his hands and said that he was of the religious caste -- there are no words.


Oh, my god, so exactly. So, yes.

Yay-hooray!

Mullets and other hockey hair that I scanned from Macleans, no less. I'll try to get them up this weekend.

Business in front, party in the back, baby.

I can hardly wait!

If I was intractable, I'd be hard to push around.
If I was indelible, you'd never rub me out.
If I was inflammable, I'd set your heart on fire.
If I was ineffable, you wouldn't have to say a word.
If I was inflatable, I'd blow up like a balloon.
If I was inaudible, you wouldn't have to hear me sing.


*snerk!*

*reads again*

*snerks again*

If I was impossible, I wouldn't have to be here.

okay, that's a bit of a cheat, with the "im" there.

"in", "im" -- same thing. :) There's a real slide from N to M, actually. Vide "rhododendrum" from "rhododendron". And loads of people say "imput" instead of "input", though I doubt they'd spell it "imput".

Neroon is the bomb. That is all.

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You're so right. How could I have been so harsh? Here, have some candy.

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