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    Saturday, December 19th, 2009
    blamebrampton
         		9:54a
    The travels of Brammers, part 11 (probably)
     As many of you probably know, I have bad feet. This comes from shattering one of them and a mix of balleting and overcompensating with the other. So, if you were in Musee d'Orsay or the Louvre yesterday, and small a short woman creeping about in stockinged feet, my apologies.  Also, if you were in the Renaissance Gallery of the Decorative Arts section of the Richleau wing of the latter institution and saw same said stockinged figure swearing ineptly in four languages, that was the point at which my camera card was full. Not a single painting seen! My computer's death is an ongoing source of woe, as I cannot unload. Not to fear, there is an FNAC nearby and I will stop there on the way out for a new one. Since our last update, I have been stalking the Musee Cluny. It is just around the corner from our hotel, and rewards repeated visits. There was an entire room of jewellery that had been closed to me on my first visit, for example. Yesterday's jaunt began later than I had meant it to, and so I was not even on my way back to the hotel until midday, at which point [info]raitala and [info]pingrid were stirring and half-dressed. Young people, let this stand as a solemn warning of the dangers of drink. There had been an inkling the night before that this could be the case: 'We shouldn't open the second bottle.' 'No, we should. Brammers will drink some.' 'Oh no I won't, I've already brushed my teeth.' 'Well, if we open it we'll drink all of it and then we will feel seedy.' 'If we drink just a little ...' 'Excellent plan! We can stop easily!' Time passes ... 'Oh no! We drank it all!' 'No, there is a glass left!' Much more to add, but pin is ready to run out on a breakfast mission, so I will save it for later, assuming I can wrangle a computer. Woe is a dead laptop!
    Friday, December 18th, 2009
    aggybird
         		9:53p
    enchanted_jae
         		7:22p
    lomonaaeren
         		11:10a
    sarahtales
         		3:44p
    A Very Adventurous Christmas to You All!
     I would be remiss in my author-ly duties if I did not point out to you that I was asked to do a Christmas post on some of my favourite things in one of my favourite book blogs, and that post is here.

    I show myself to be a person of pretty low moral character, willing to commit murder for Megan Whalen Turner and everything.

    I also talk about some of my favourite books of the past year and some in the year to come, and discuss the issue of reading books by people you know, which is something that happens more and more often when you do the writer thing.

    You meet people! As for instance this small interlude in a cafe the summer before last.

    CASSIE: Hi everyone, Sarah's turned up again, oh cupcakes. Sarah, have you met Maureen Johnson?
    SARAH: ... Maureen Johnson...
    CASSIE: Do you need me to open that bottle for you?
    SARAH: ... Maureen Johnson...
    MAUREEN: Um. Hi.
    SARAH: *hearts in eyes*
    MAUREEN: How're you doing?
    SARAH: YOU DAZZLE ME.

    I like Maureen's books a lot, okay? As you can see from this small bit of conversation, I am always super smooth when I meet awesome people. (There is one Famous and Acclaimed Author I hit in the head with a breakfast pastry. But I will never reveal which one! NEVER.)

    But anyway, yes, reading books by people you know - scary, yet reassuring, sometimes like having a conversation with your friend. Sometimes like being DAZZLED by your friend! It is complicated.

    Speaking of conversations with one's friends, I was having an interesting one with Justine Larbalestier yesterday.

    Now we all know about fictional couples who we want to get together in books. (Mary and Colin from The Secret Garden got married when they grew up. Yes they did. It is a truth! A truth of my heart.)

    But what about fictional couples who get together and who we don't believe in? Who you look at together and go 'Nah... it'll never last.' I've got to say, for me Jane Eyre and Rochester, they are going to break up. (Well, probably not given the time they were in, but I don't think they're going to be happy. Because they have a lot of chemistry, but Rochester is a crazy liar, y'all.)

    ROCHESTER: Gosh, I have a crazy wife hidden in the attic who occasionally breaks out and sets fires. And I'd like to bigamously marry my governess. You know what this situation needs?
    AUDIENCE: ... what?
    ROCHESTER: MORE COMPLICATIONS! I think I'll have a house party and have a fake engagement to a third lady. AS WELL as the secret crazy wife. And the bigamous marriage.
    AUDIENCE: ... what?
    ROCHESTER: You're RIGHT! I'm not giving this a hundred per cent! What if I dress up as a gypsy woman and tell fake fortunes?

    I'm just saying, Jane will come home one day and Rochester will have sold the children to pirates.

    Justine believes in even fewer couples than I do. Which fictional couples do you guys think are doomed never to last?

    It has been in some respects a tough year (though in other respects a truly marvellous and spiffy and amazing year) so I admit I have had a few thoughts about ringing in the changes in some sort of new and excellent way. So I have this page open which lists awesome cheap flights at all times. But, you know, I secretly knew that I was going to be home for New Year's because I hadn't made any proper plans yet.

    Then yesterday I saw amazingly inexpensive flights to Boston. But I didn't really plan to go. I planned to consult with sensible friends.

    PLANNED CONVERSATION!

    SARAH: Should I go to Boston?
    HOLLY: No, that seems unwise.
    SARAH: You are right, what was I thinking? I am such a ninnyhammer.

    ACTUAL CONVERSATION!

    SARAH: Should I go to Boston?
    HOLLY: Yes, good idea!
    SARAH: Can I come see you as well?
    HOLLY: Yes, I am very valiant and can put up with you! Bring a mask.
    SARAH: ... Why?
    HOLLY: I cannot reveal that at this time.
    SARAH: WOW I SEEM TO BE ACTUALLY GOING TO BOSTON? I wonder what I will do there! Perhaps I will have an adventure?

    I think I will have an adventure, you guys.

    I have never been to Boston before! I am going to take notes on it for Secret Reasons. Can you, oh wise internet, tell me awesome things to do in Boston?

    So my lovely people, I hope you are having an awesome run-up to Christmas! I also hope you will tell me awesome things to do in Boston, tell me about fictional couples you think are doomed, and most of all that you will like the Extra Christmas Bonus Excerpt of Demon's Covenant in my BookSmugglers post. (Oh, Nick. Of all the tall dark heroes in the world, you have the distinction of being the least charming of them all...)

    Current Mood: chipper
    Current Music: warning, angela aki
    frances_veritas
         		7:43a
    Thursday, December 17th, 2009
    enchanted_jae
         		10:03p
    enchanted_jae
         		8:22p
    JMDC gift!fic; AdventDrabbles 17; DH100 17; Slyth100 17
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    Current Mood: amused
    Current Music: "Angels We Have Heard On High" ~ Hilary Stagg
    lomonaaeren
         		8:31p
    maderr
         		7:02p
    Yay Secret Santa!
     Thank you, [info]newtypeshadow <3 I totally love everything ^__^ Om nom nom Godiva. And two journals, the one totally made me giggle ^__^ How many licks, indeed :3 And I cannot wait to listen to the music. Thank you very much, my dear ^___^

    Oh, oh, I knew I was forgetting something!!! The cards! OMG they were AWESOME ^__^ I showed them to my peeps here, and we were all WHERE'S THE REST SULK SULK SULK :3

    Current Mood: ecstatic
    blamebrampton
         		8:51p
    The travels of Brammers, part 10
     Which was very nearly The Travails of Brammers, parts one through infinity, but all is well! The strike is called off! Mrs Justice Laura Cox is the very model of a modern major saviour and I will not be having Christmas sans Mr Brammers and the cats. It is verily a Christmas miracle! Though on hearing the news of probable strike action on the day I am due to fly home, one very dear friend invited me to Christmas with her family and another offered me her flat and cat, which moved me very deeply in both cases. I genuinely love you two. And I will be able to go back to London and meet tommybarbarella and vashtan and still see cats, hurrah! People are mostly wonderful. Also, you should be aware that it is SNOWING and I have been complaining about the cold. When I return home and complain about the heat, you are all free to mock me. The journey from London to Paris was managed with little fuss. The Eurostar is a brilliant invention, as the little man near me said, 'It's certainly better than the ferry, isn't it?' After a good night's sleep and a hot shower, I took myself to the Cluny and pottered about the Moyen Ages for a long morning. They have a small textile exhibition on at the moment with some very beautiful lampas and embroidered fragments, which was very worth the seeing. I had to do two laps of the second floor, though, as the Lady with the Unicorn room was filled with screaming children on my first try. This was no great hardship, the museum is easily navigable and it was great fun looking at the items again as I rushed past the 'wrong' way. I have been regularly accosted by beggars, though, whether because I look kind or simply ambulatory, I am not sure. The first one was gently sent away with what I intended to be a French apology for my pitiful language and lack of ready cash. It came out in Italian instead. I was barely past 'Mi dispiace' when the young man demurred and made a gesture that he was sorry to have bothered me. Suddenly it occurred to me: French people are unusually unlikely to speak Italian in my experience (perhaps it is only in my peer group, but Italians who speak French are fairly common, but the reverse, not at all), since then I have been apologising in Italian rather than English as it seems a far more certain way to escape with minimal social embarrassment. I am aware that by perpetuating this fraud I am making Italians seem less organised than they generally are, but feel I make up for this with my book-centred contributions to their economy. In joyful news, I have met up with [info]pingrid and [info]raitala and we are even now all resting in our hotel room before second dinner (apparently, Hobbit meals are the order of the day). We trekked to the Musee des Arts Decoratifs today to see the Vionnet exhibition and muddle through their Middle Ages and Renaissance galleries. The Vionnet was very very good indeed, though I wish the models had been padded to fit the dresses as some of them hung rather oddly. The other galleries were splendid and there will be pix when I can make my computer work (Glares at computer!) On the way down the Left Bank, we found a little snowman on the balustrade near Pont Neuf. For some reason it was decided this was Harry. [info]pingrid declared we must make him a Draco. Alas, as [info]raitala pointed out, 'You've carefully sculpted a snow cock.' People walking past smiled indulgently at us, no doubt concluding that we were part of a strange giggling cult that worshipped Priapus. I have just read the above sentence out to pingrid and asked her which moment of the day I could possibly have meant. 'Any of them,' was her honest reply. [info]raitala wants it noted that we have also discussed art and politics, with only a little cock. But we are off for a drink, so the amount of cock is certain to grow. Also, first dinner was served by Blaise Zabini: if you can find the quite nice bar on the corner of Rue des Saint Péres and Rue Jacob, you may be lucky enough to see him. Beautiful to look at and ever so pleasant to order from. Not like that, you terrible perverts ;-)
    megyal
         		11:00a
    FIC: "a madness shared by many" | Bandom/RPS
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    Current Mood: cheerful
    Current Music: "Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart", HD Alicia Keys
    shantirosa
         		4:07p
    OK I REFUSE TO CUT THIS

    My Name Is Khan trailer OH EM EFF GEE.

    It has subtitles so you have no excuse not to watch it. WATCH IT.

    I am so, so excited. A movie with SRK and Kajol (they are like the Bollywood OTP, no lie guys). A movie about living in the USA post 9/11. I KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE UNREALISTIC, BUT I JUST DON'T CARE. (And on a more ~srs~ note it will be nice, for once, to see the racist fall-out of 9/11 through a non-white lens. I remember Britz did a pretty damn good job at this, but it was produced and written by white, British writers, and this is NOT. Which is important, imo, but that may just be me.)
    Wednesday, December 16th, 2009
    enchanted_jae
         		11:09p
    enchanted_jae
         		7:56p
    awakencordy
         		10:57p

    [info]gabrielsam
    Well, that's a hell of a height difference.
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    megyal
         		3:01p
    celebrate good times c'mon
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    Current Mood: crazy
    Current Music: "Celebration", Kool and the Gang
    awakencordy
         		6:57p
    i'll deal with this when i get home but i just wanted to give a quick heads up, especially for Moody cause making her happy makes me happy ♥


    [info]gabrielsam
    Well, that's hell of a height difference.


    Gather around your toys and playing friends please? I know you can :) I had enough pestering for this community, it was like my whole flist wanted me to open it, so i'm doing it :D Don't let me down!

    *leaves the office and goes home*

    Current Mood: giddy
    megyal
         		10:12a
    Tuesday, December 15th, 2009
    enchanted_jae
         		10:55p
    turnippatch
         		6:24p
    fic - from a to h [haven]
     Title:  From A to H
    Series:  Moments of Haven
    Summary:  Obligatory tragic past scene, variation 2.


    ( From A to H )
    enchanted_jae
         		7:53p
    rageprufrock
         		6:53p
    iPhones ruin lives. I'm not kidding, dudes.
     All right. Rewind the day, okay? To before you realized the TERRIBLE TRAGEDY of my filling coming out and therefore ruining ALL OF OUR LIVES as a collective because of my psychic whining -- earlier today, I did a bad, bad, terrible, stupid thing, and linked [personal profile] merelyn and [personal profile] twentysomething to this awful atrocity for the iPhone.

    That was about 3 p.m.

    And then about half an hour later, it began:

    [personal profile] rageprufrock: ahhahaa
    [personal profile] rageprufrock: i should not be linking you guys to this
    [personal profile] rageprufrock: but:
    [personal profile] rageprufrock: http://gizmodo.com/5426827/younicorn-iphone-app-requires-no-explanation
    [personal profile] merelyn: YOU'RE RIGHT, THAT WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA PRU.
    [personal profile] merelyn: brb downloading.
    [personal profile] twentysomething: OMG DLING
    [personal profile] twentysomething: OH MY GOD
    [personal profile] twentysomething: BEST .99 PURCHASE EVER

    ( My friends, let me warn you: it was NOT the best .99 purchase ever. )

    In conclusion: I'M SORRY.

    This entry was originally posted at http://rageprufrock.dreamwidth.org/25928.html. Please comment there using OpenID.

    Current Mood: indescribable
    lomonaaeren
         		7:42p
    rageprufrock
         		5:48p
    FML
     Me: "Mom. I think my filling fell out."
    Her: "HA HA HA HA HA HA."
    Me: "...YOU SUCK."

    In conclusion, I think I have to go to the dentist for the third time in less than a week.

    INTERNET, CHEER ME UP, PLEASE, GOD.

    This entry was originally posted at http://rageprufrock.dreamwidth.org/25649.html. Please comment there using OpenID.

    Current Mood: aggravated
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