Lilith Morgana

Over the past two or three months I've started to get quite a number of silver-grey hairs scattered through the dark brown. At first this panicked me (OMG GREY) but in recent weeks I've grown adjusted to the occasional glints of silver in my hair and now I quite like them and don't really want to dye them over.

So when I went to get my hair hacked off tonight (seriously, my bob lost about three inches of winter growth HOORAY), I decided to have a chunky silver streak done, framing my face. IT IS AWESOME. My stylist did it so that it can be discreet or completely obvious depending on how I part my hair, and I am completely and utterly enamoured with it.

Now to see how my rather conservative workplace reacts to it tomorrow. :D Then again, they didn't really blink an eye when I came in with a nose piercing or a new tattoo on the back of my neck. Being the graphic designer gives you a bit of leeway in alternative appearance, I must say. They just chalk it up to me being "creative" and "a bit weird". MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. \0/

So, not only is Tuesday the new Monday, Wednesday appears to be the new Tuesday. Thankfully, I am able to take a break from the exciting world of Tax Time™ to bring you the update, only slightly late. (Not-thankfully, I am doing so after about 20 hours of uptime and while on serious painkillers, so if I am less coherent than usual, this would be why.)

We have an action-packed, thrill-a-minute blockbuster at the box office this week (IN A WORLD ... where denise likes to make stupid jokes in the weekly update introduction....) Coming soon to a theatre near you:

( Weekly update, 16 March )

Up until now (using XP), I was able to go into my html files and select "notepad" as one of the options to open with, but now that I've transferred all my files over to the new laptop, Windows 7 doesn't offer that as an option.

Is there an easy-peasy way to add notepad to the list of options whenever I right click on something? Word and Wordpad are available, but they're not what I want to use.

(thanks to lynnmonster who has magical powers)

I have written 4,000 words so far today. This makes me go \0/. Of course this also means that I have pushed aside two design projects that I'd wanted to work on today too. Which makes me go /0\. Sigh.

The worst part of Daylight Savings Time is when you lose an hour in spring like we did in the wee hours of this morning. Look, I don't have enough hours in the day to get done what I need to get done. Losing one is NOT good, dammit. I have a SCHEDULE. It must be KEPT.

And sadly I got absolutely nothing done yesterday. Suffice it to say (so that the males that read this journal don't have to flinch--don't ever say I don't think of you lot *g*) there were Female Troubles on Saturday that caused (and are still causing, dammit) Extremely Serious Pain To The Point Of Tears. All I have to say is thank God for muscle relaxers because while you still hurt, you get loopy enough not to give a damn. Pharmaceuticals for the win. (It rather reminds me of the time I was in the hospital for an open broken ankle and they put me on a morphine drip which did abso-damn-lutely nothing for the pain but made me really happy and chatty from what everyone told me later.)

ALSO. I need help from my all-knowing flist. A friend of mine who once was in HP but isn't any longer but is feeling a bit HP nostalgic is looking for Ron/Draco fics, post-Deathly Hallows, whether EWE or epilogue compliant. I haven't read Ron/Draco in yonks, so I'm not sure where to start. Anyone know of any fics that fit those requirements?

Dear flist, I am a lucky, lucky, DAMN LUCKY woman.

Oh, yes.

You see, last year in hp_beholder, atdelphi wrote me this amazing Albus Severus/Viktor fic called Finding Viktor Krum which launched me into a new OTP.

This year? A wonderful, incredibly talented Anonymouse in hp_nextgen_fest has written me the most AWESOME Albus Severus/Viktor fic called Discombobulation.

You guys, this story is jaw-droppingly good. I'm about to go back through and reread it again just to pick up the tiny little clues and details the author wove in. It's amazing.

It's written from a 26-year-old Al's POV, and it's about him struggling with his attraction for Viktor (and there's backstory there from a few years in his past) who happens to be pulled in again as one a Commissioner in the ICW, where Al's a Junior Undersecretary in another department, but one which has to work with Viktor's department. Oh, and Viktor comes in because the previous Commissioner had been murdered. And Al discovered the body.

ALLOW ME TO PAUSE FOR A MOMENT TO GO \0/\0/\0/\0/.

It's set in Moldavia (which again, \0/), and Al's struggling with his family as well throughout the fic. And this is one of the things in which I must say the author is utterly and completely brilliant. The Potter family is not perfect here. In fact, the Potter family is as far from perfect as possible. There's an enormous amount of dysfunction, Harry and Ginny's marriage had fallen apart in the past, the kids are adrift and at a loss as to what to do with themselves. Al's thrown himself into bureaucratic work (and is the reluctant caregiver out of the siblings), and James and Lily have become wild. These are kids who grew up in the reflected celebrity spotlight of their father's, and who are fighting against their family's issues. Each of them is fucked up in a particular way, and I love that interpretation of their family.

Also, the Al/Viktor is utterly sexy and erotic and just worthy of total flailing. I kid you not. And the writing is just incredible. So evocative and so descriptive. And unbelievably imaginative.

So go read it. NOW. I don't even care if the pairing puts you off. It is that good, you guys. You cannot miss this fic. It is amazing and it will take your breath away.

Discombobulation by Anonymous

(Dear God, I need more Al/Viktor like I need to breathe.)

This is my new favourite music video. It's a parody of Taylor Swift's You Belong To Me by the University of Rochester Yellowjackets--but it queers it. \0/ (Here's the original a cappella version.)



From Feministing.com via svmadelyn.

*goes back to writing again*

So after making me endure a crankypants afternoon, God decided to send two happy-making things my way tonight.

1) I gave up gluten for Lent, with the exception of the Host every week, because I am not giving up Eucharist. However, I love bread. Femme/bread=OTP. Therefore I have been *dismayed face* for three weeks at the lack of breadage in my life. Really. It's amazing how much you crave a damn sandwich when you can't have one.

BUT. Tonight I discovered Whole Foods' gluten-free prairie bread. HOLY CRAP, that bread is heaven, particularly when you smear it with peanut butter and drizzle linden honey on top. It's about as good as their gluten-free chocolate cupcakes which are all kinds of OM NOM NOM. I am taking a sandwich to work tomorrow. The amount of glee this fills me with is probably a bit disturbing. But. Bread.

2) Johnny Weir making sex noises. You don't want to know how many times I've watched this clip. Really. You don't.



On that note, I'm going back to writing.

Spoilers, of course.

( okay, not very spoilery, really, but...you know? )

I think there's a problem with my calendar; it keeps getting stuck back on Monday. I'm fairly certain it was just Monday yesterday ...

Still, temporal distortion aside, onwards to the weekly update.

( Weekly update, 8 March )

I am oddly jonesing for some Hogwarts-era Harry/Draco fic. The only problem is that I don't read that much school fic because I tend to prefer Harry and Draco in their 20s and 30s and 40s. And I'm probably not going to have time over the next couple of days to sift through my usual recs lists to find anything. Woe. (If anyone has any suggestions/recs, I am open to them.)

Other than that, I've been in a weird funk the past few days. Spring's starting to peer around the corner and I'm getting restless. I need a road trip of some sort--Boston's starting to feel a bit claustrophobic. Or at the very least to throw the windows open, put on some music and scour everything.

The latter would probably be the more practical choice.

Damn.