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Jul. 15th, 2003 09:41 pmHigh time to post some more in the continuing story of almost in the country folk. Somehow last week every time I found myself in LJ land I got sidetracked by silly quizzes and found out some very peculiar things about myself.
For instance, I am apparently ‘Morally Deficient’ and thus a medium threat to the security of the US. This doesn’t frighten me much since it is something I had always suspected and since I have no plans to enter the country – I tried once and got ‘deported’ by a very po-faced customs officer who didn’t appreciate my sense of humour. I probably have a file at the FBI or something.
Another surprising thing is that apparently my ideal HP love match is Tom Riddle. Hmmm, the actor was very pretty but somehow I can’t suspend my disbelief that far!
Anyhow, enough of that.
Rarely for us, this weekend we partied. It’s almost 25 years since we bit the matrimonial bullet and we decided that we ought to mark it in some way. Now, the traditional way is to hire a hall and get caterers and a cake and make cheesy speeches in a parody of a wedding breakfast. Since that’s the proper way to do it we had a picnic in a field instead and nobody made any speeches other than ‘pass the mustard’ or ‘where’s the corkscrew’. The kids took over the music making so we had some fairly extreme industrial and nu-metal to listen to but Paul took his guitar and played folk and Jeff borrowed it and played the blues and Barley gave us a harp recital so the ‘even more oldies’ were pleased as well. The weather was glorious so a water pistol fight was in order...I think I won on points and it was so hot that even my underwear dried out eventually. We lolled in the sun, ate, talked, drank, ate a bit more (just for the day I told the diet to go and stuff itself) and some of the people with energy played badminton or volleyball. Then at sunset a nice big hot air balloon came down in the field next door – high excitement for the kiddies and for most of the blokes as well but we ladies, like leopards full of impala, just opened an eye, dismissed the balloonists as insufficiently hunky to arouse our interest and went back to sleep. It was a nice day.
Fiddling with HP fics to little purpose at present. WIPs stuck fast because my default seems to be set to humour. Not much point in fighting it so I will carry on with The Mattress 4 – Debugged and with Roseblade Aurelius’ Christmas song challenge. Just for the heck of it I’ll post the first part of the Challenge here. I wrote this a week before OotP came out and feel a bit sour about it now:
( Roseblade A’s challenge – part 1 )
For instance, I am apparently ‘Morally Deficient’ and thus a medium threat to the security of the US. This doesn’t frighten me much since it is something I had always suspected and since I have no plans to enter the country – I tried once and got ‘deported’ by a very po-faced customs officer who didn’t appreciate my sense of humour. I probably have a file at the FBI or something.
Another surprising thing is that apparently my ideal HP love match is Tom Riddle. Hmmm, the actor was very pretty but somehow I can’t suspend my disbelief that far!
Anyhow, enough of that.
Rarely for us, this weekend we partied. It’s almost 25 years since we bit the matrimonial bullet and we decided that we ought to mark it in some way. Now, the traditional way is to hire a hall and get caterers and a cake and make cheesy speeches in a parody of a wedding breakfast. Since that’s the proper way to do it we had a picnic in a field instead and nobody made any speeches other than ‘pass the mustard’ or ‘where’s the corkscrew’. The kids took over the music making so we had some fairly extreme industrial and nu-metal to listen to but Paul took his guitar and played folk and Jeff borrowed it and played the blues and Barley gave us a harp recital so the ‘even more oldies’ were pleased as well. The weather was glorious so a water pistol fight was in order...I think I won on points and it was so hot that even my underwear dried out eventually. We lolled in the sun, ate, talked, drank, ate a bit more (just for the day I told the diet to go and stuff itself) and some of the people with energy played badminton or volleyball. Then at sunset a nice big hot air balloon came down in the field next door – high excitement for the kiddies and for most of the blokes as well but we ladies, like leopards full of impala, just opened an eye, dismissed the balloonists as insufficiently hunky to arouse our interest and went back to sleep. It was a nice day.
Fiddling with HP fics to little purpose at present. WIPs stuck fast because my default seems to be set to humour. Not much point in fighting it so I will carry on with The Mattress 4 – Debugged and with Roseblade Aurelius’ Christmas song challenge. Just for the heck of it I’ll post the first part of the Challenge here. I wrote this a week before OotP came out and feel a bit sour about it now:
( Roseblade A’s challenge – part 1 )