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[nny]

He couldn't be unaware, was her considered opinion, of the effect he had.

He was rarely seen without a book in hand. She suspected that the rumours of his never eating, his restricting himself to, at most, dry bread and a glass of water, where affectations on his part to make this most noticeable of affectations appear far more seamless. She was certain he couldn't read as much as he made out. In fact, on some days she suspected he could very well be illiterate when she considered the ridiculous and varied nature of his reported reading matter- no grown man of respectable character should be caught perusing books on the art of lace making.

No indeed. It would be far too great an indignity to have his food in bite-sized pieces in order to avoid the difficulties inherent in insisting on literary endeavour while at the dining table. It also prevented the problem of crumbs against the faded but clearly expensive black wardrobe he sported. Another to add to his list of affectations- she'd heard that he'd attended some highly-regarded academy where such costume was de rigueur, but she gave it little credence. His nobility she was likewise somewhat suspicious of- the man was alleged to consort with tradesmen, beggars... even police officers. No doubt his necessarily sharp mind had been dulled by his exposure to such characters.

No. She really didn't see any trouble with this at all.

The door opened. Pale blue eyes regarded her with obvious intelligence. Such- he hadn't moved, hadn't spoken, but... perhaps Lord Vetinari wouldn't be quite such a pushover...













MEME: Don't write a story. Don't think about what you're going to write. A poem, a scrap of ficlet, a theory, a character analysis- just fill up either an update box or a comment box with something about fandom. Any fandom. Any something. I want to read what you're thinking. ;)

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raaaandom

[campkilkare]

More or less she fit into her new life, with the Toren brothers and the dog with the funny eyes that just turned up one day in front of the building--never had to be housebroken, that one--out in White Plains. More or less.

But there were some issues, to be sure. For instance, shopping. She refused to wheel her chair down aisle 19, where they kept the cereal, so Froot Loops were off the menu. She made up for this with elaborate breakfasts, teaching herself the fine art of omelet making with all the discipline she brought to the way of the gun.

But. More or less.

Re: raaaandom

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Damn. I need to read the rest of the bloody books.

Re: raaaandom

[campkilkare]

*FACEPALM HEADDESK AND EVERYTHING ELSE*

I cannot keep track who is where of my friends reading the series and for some reason I could've sworn you weren't reading them. Damn damn damn and you told me damn.

Sorry for incredibly vague spoilers.

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Why is academic punk!Ray such a hot concept? I mean, usually I don't like AUs but for some reason Ray Kowalski as an english professor is love. Maybe it was because that fic was well-written. But then again, just the mental image makes me happy. Maybe I have a bizarre kink. No, I don't think that's it. He'd make such a cute professor, though. Hee hee.

Also, why am I thinking about this and my original writing before my lecture? I won't be able to concentrate. Bugger.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Huh what where point me in that direction!

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Hahaha I thought that would be your reaction! XD

http://theburrow.net/ds/

The AU professor fic is Academic Punk. I gave you the link to all the stories, because I thought you'd appreciate that. *g*

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

I was thinking today about how ridiculously unconscious most public figures are, especially those who set policy -- popes and presidents and prime ministers. In particular, I was thinking of the pope whom John Paul II asked forgiveness for, the one who refused to castigate Hitler during the second world war.

History we know has judged these people and most often found them wanting, and they ought to know too that history will judge them; why do they deny that inevitability? Don't they care that their names will be writ large while the people whose lives they affect will go unrecorded for the most part?

I wouldn't want that burden. Perhaps they're frightened of it too.

They will not cast your honoured head
Or say from lecterns what you said,
But only keep you with them all
Committed inthe City Hall;
Once born, once married, and once dead.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Should you be capable of AIM at the moment I'd like to talk to you. :)

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

Poem by Karl Jay Shapiro, btw, "Epitaph for John and Richard".

You did say to write whatever I was thinking about.

[dredpiratejenny.livejournal.com]

The shoes of Majdanek number 800,000 pairs. The shoes of Majdanek are from Paris and Brussels, from Vienna and Warsaw and Prague; the shoes of Majdanek are from Amsterdam and Lublin, from Kiev and Cracow and Lvov. The shoes of Majdanek are restless. They are trembling with the steps they did not dance. They are haunted by the streets they did not go down, by the cobblestones that will never meet their soles. The shoes of Majdanek are rising in ghost-steps towards G-d, an unspoken kadosh that can never be heard. The shoes of Majdanek are not still; they are not silent; they are calling out their loneliness, they are homesick for a country that is cinders on the Lublin wind. In the light of history's awful loudspeakers they lie orphaned, the only tombstones of the modern age. They are from Lvov and Cracow and Kiev, from Lublin and Amsterdam, from Prage and Warsaw and Vienna, from Brussels and Paris; they are from Majdanek, and the shoes of Majdanek number 800,000 pairs.

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

ha, well you asked for it didn't you. *dumps random fandom on you*

the most hilarious part of Yu-Gi-Oh! and shipping Yugi/Dark Yugi, is that they are sharing a body, which my brother insists means it can't be slashy, but i just think it means there should be far more hot wankfic than there actually is. But what breaks me up even more is when people have them treat Yugi's physical form as just some shared possession, 'the body'. "I'm taking the body out" or "I need the body later today" or "you'd better get the body back here before dawn because I have to take it to school tomorrow". That's simultaneous the best and creepiest thing ever, that while you are asleep, somebody else might be taking your body out and partying with it, and bringing it back damp and achy and smelling of cheap rum.

I wish I got to share my head space with a Dark Sara. I mean, as a separate entity.

[museofswearing.livejournal.com]

You know what I am thinking? I am thinking that you should not use a Bettany moodtheme in the same post as you mention a character having pale blue eyes, and then expect us not to associate Bettany with the character.

Oh god, I can see him doing the megawatt stare even as we speak.

I am also thinking that Medea was not a very bad person at all.