Anya

So... not been online much at all recently, I know. I suppose I am on semi-hiatus, really, due to Rl being really very full and difficult and, well, really fun too, but intense...

But I just wanted to ask some opinions. If an online game chat censors (as well as such sentences as 'smash it' and 'and i kept losing') the word 'lesbian', what level of irate should my support email be? Is lesbian not okay now? I mean... wtf.

... to get boringly political. Anyone on my flist interested in British politics?

Well, anyway, election buzz is in the air, and in May, we get to vote for one of two parties with two middle-class white male leaders to take over running of the country. Well, actually we can vote for quite a lot of political parties, but basically it's just those two, with Lib Dems coming in a not especially close third. It's depressing.

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Now, I am pretty easy to please when it comes to humour. I like to laugh, and I like silliness quite as much as sophistication. But there is one type of humour that is guaranteed to make me laugh til I pee myself... and that is messing about with language. This includes things like Carry On film style accidental innuendo, SPAG errors like "I helped my uncle jack off a horse"¹, such beautiful Engrish as "You are invited to take advantage of the chambermaid", and this:

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OHGOD. I have seen it so many times, and still I cannot breathe for laughter.

1. No one would let me proof-read their essays in school for this reason.

I don't make a habit of posting pictures, or I would be here all day... however, there is something so utterly beautiful about this one.

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LOOK WHAT I FOUND!

You don't actually have to look; It's a notebook. Full of delicious angsty political Slytherin-y HP Harry/Lucius, Harry/Draco or possibly even Harry/Narcissa pron... or, as is more likely, some kind of combination of the three. I don't often write on paper, but I bought this one, typed some of it up, and then promptly lost it. I have been meaning to try and rewrite the stuff I lost, but it's so demoralising...

But now I can finally progress again! Woo!

Also, today I joined Holmesslash. I am tres excited, but confused, as I *think* I posted a big ol' introduction post only it doesn't seem to be showing up and I don't know whether I did it right :( And I hate having to have a Yahoo account! One more to add to the throng...

I've lost weight! A whole... 2kg of it! Somehow!

I blame the patented Crushing Bouts of Social Anxiety Diet^TM. Don't worry, though, the Crushing Bouts of Social Anxiety Diet^TM comes with free prizes in the shape of (Eventually) More Confident Anya^TM, Money in the Bank^TM, and Friends In The Local Area^TM!

Generally, therefore, whilst a gibbering wreck, I am also very happy.




Except for the one sad thing I am going to have to do but am putting off 'til the morning because I am a bad person. :(

Aside from getting to the near-finish of a little H/D Slytherin orgy party story (light-hearted and cracky, not Harry-at-a-Dark-Revel, sorry to disappoint/excite anyone), my days of late have been filled to the brim with Sherlock Holmes.

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My plans for a Canon Event are on hiatus, because (disregarding RL for the moment) I have just realised that we have snarryldws and the snape_potter Snarry-a-thon and I want to do both. And, indeed, am. Woo!

I have also finished one of two things for help_haiti and just have to send it off. The other thing is delicious scones, and because I want them to be as fresh as possible, I am just waiting for my lovely winning bidder to say the word.

So, that is me at the moment! Living from fest to fest, it seems.

Oh, speaking of which... I haven't reposted my Yule Balls fic. It was not the first story I wrote for the prompts, but the first story I wrote wanted to be 100k and I know I probably will never finish it in my lifetime, let alone before deadline.

Complicated History: Snupin, Explicit, Archived on AO3.

Soooooo... Pontypool.

Just rented it off the telly. It's weird to be in a room with three people who are often in accord (well, four, but mum doesn't count because she was drunk and fell asleep), and have three totally different opinions of a film.

I, for the record, loved it, but I don't know if that's going to help you out if you're trying to decide whether to watch it.

It's been... well, a very long time... since I was last scared by something. And I was properly panic-filled and tense in a really great way. And it lost me on the premise for about five minutes, but I waited and wanted it to stay good, and the tension sort of pushed away my failure to suspend disbelief, and I *love* linguistics, so in the end I ended up loving it. And I was delighted by the ending, my favourite kind, the one that doesn't shy away. I also especially love the nearly-zero gore, nearly-zero set changes, people-in-a-room format. I love it, because it scares the crap out of me, and I love people.

This is not very coherent, is it? Ah well. Basically, I loved it. In a personal hits-all-the-magic-buttons way. In a "Hmmm, I think I would get on with the author of this" way. And I want to watch it again right now. But everyone else in my house thinks it's lame, and so Anya is a sadface.

Oh, and Daybreakers: ruthlessly competent but sooooo... average. Bland. Blah. And the script ruined all tension with its lack of ability to assume imagination in its viewers. Quite the opposite of Pontypool, in fact!