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we had more of a landslide vote last night than we've had yet, i believe. the winner, with 13 votes, is...

"Mine fell through the veil. Yours?" "Was a lesbian." "Have some chocolate. It'll make you feel better." by annecatherine

the xander/charlie, andrew/neville and the other oz/remus were tied for first runner up.

god, i loved that challenge. i could do it again right now. but i won't. :) lessee... today's topic inspired by a suggestion from scottxwl:

TestSlash 10: what's in the punch?

give your character(s) a little something to drink and see where it takes them.

spiel: up to 145 characters, sent to me by text message today between 8:30 and 5 est. if it doesn't automatically say it's from you, put your name (or some variation recognizable to me) in the little box. and for the love of god, people, DON'T PASTE FROM WORD. it doesn't work. and to be cautious, it may be best to avoid apostrophe use. i'll fill them in when i post them here, not to worry.

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omg, there is so much e-mail. i will never be able to deal with it all. alas for me. perhaps that's because i didn't do shit that was useful last night. meh.

work sucked in new and different ways yesterday. there were people visiting to conduct their 'compliance' review. meaning they do a little check up to make sure the branch is following all the company policies - especially regarding the storing of information and correspondence records and such. fortunately, they had done the review for my position before i got there. but it meant there were loud-talking white men (old boys, i'm inclined to call them) in the office most of the day. one was very friendly in that midwestern businessman way but the other didn't even introduce himself to me or ask my name. in an office of 6 people. ugh, not like i care about him but how fucking rude can you get?

also, boss guy has had junior working in an empty office next to his own. yesterday, he had construction guys come in and put a little sliding window between their offices - right over their desks. dude. i love my parents. very much. but junior is living at home, working in his father's office and now spends the entire day looking at his dad through a little window. omg! run, junior, run!!! it's especially bad for him, bc his dad is boss 'emotions are bad' guy. ::shudders:: E says the window is there so they can talk without anyone knowing. that's what it felt like yesterday - everyone getting into little groups and whispering about everyone else. it was like junior high but with more suits and handshakes.

and so, how did i cope? i beta-ed jenny's trio!porn. there's a weird thing to do to your brain. hothot porn on the desk and jerry from st. louis talking to jack from springfield over in santa's office. it helped me to feel more rebellious and less like a tool of the machine. which was good. also, was hot. did i mention?

eee! just got my first drunken textslash. rather, textslash about drunken characters. jenny gets to bend the rules since has to leave for her computerless job before 8:30. omg, so cute. ::sigh:: what would life be without textslash? i hate to contemplate.

ficlet

anniesj, i was going to write you smut. really. but. nope. you asked for sirius/remus involving water. that made me think of the raymond carver poem where water comes together with other water. which has the lines,

I'm 45 years old today.
Would anyone believe it if I said
I was once 35?
My heart empty and sear at 35!
Five more years had to pass
before it began to flow again

which in turn made me think of his poem, rain which has these lines,

Would I live my life over again?
Make the same unforgivable mistakes?
Yes, given half a chance. Yes.

which led me to write something. in which sirius comes back. i am generally not supportive of such fics, because i need to believe he's really dead for my own mental health. and this fic is kind of about that. yes. kind of. and i think this is a draft... may send to beta. not sure. thanks to mmm_cake for checking for spelling and typos.

( rain. sirius/remus.  )

TextSlash 10: what's in the punch?

there's at least one of you out there texting me who has clearly been dipping in to said bunch. you will all see of what i speak shortly. and, you will see rps text about... me. yes.

today's texts are from scottxwl, i_smile, kaalee, annecatherine, and starbuckle.

1. "Neville?" Pansy exclaimed. A startled Neville looked up. Draco hid his blush behind his hand. "Not another drop," he muttered. "Ever again." by i_smile

2. "This is shit. There aren't enough gay wizards," Ron moaned into his cup. "Harry, do I seem straight to you?... What? Don't laugh!" by i_smile

3. "Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm dissolving!" screamed Gumby, dropping the bottle. "I knew this was a bad idea," muttered Pokey. by scottxwl

4. A lot of Tequila and just one bed. Andrew was starting to think this Mexico idea wasn't a bad one at all. "Jonathan? Can I tell you something?" by scottxwl

5. "Minerva, I always act this way," he protested as she led him to a chair. "I know, Albus. Poppy has been meaning to talk to you for some time..." by i_smile

6. Hermione found Ron and Harry on the floor, both in dresses, while Neville's unconscious body bobbed along the ceiling. What had happened here? by scottxwl

7. "Hey, Ernie, you want to help me pop this cork?" "Oh no, Bert. I'm not falling for that again!" by scottxwl

8. Phineas peered at her "friend" Cake. "Can I draw a lightning bolt on your forehead?" she slurred. "Okay, no more coconut rum for you." by scottxwl

9. "Bloody Hell! Why is he in the punch bowl?" "You know Dumbledore always did have a fondness for sweets. Yes, but do we have to see his sweets?" by kaalee

10. "Could you kindly remove your hand from my arse?" asked Draco. "Why?" leered Ron, squeezing, "it's a nice arse. Fine, Draco sighed, "then more to the left." by kaalee

11. "What's that hissing noise?" asked Neville. "It's Harry," offered Ron. "He thinks Parseltongue will help him get laid. Neville, where are you going?" by kaalee

12. The snake eyed Harry's groin and hissed, "My preciousssss." Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to give the snake some firewhisky, Harry thought. by annecatherine

13. Maybe it was the scotch's idea... Wesley couldn't remember anymore. He had tried to get into Fred's old clothes. There were... small. by scottxwl

14. hermione hiccupped. ron spun around a little and fell over. harry snogged malfoy in the dungeon hallway. they all blamed whatever was in the punch. by starbuckle

15. As he poured he sixth glass of wine, a thought struck him. "Faramir knew I was just kidding about retaking Osgiliath, right? Right? Oh shit." by scottxwl

16. "I know she's beautiful for a pig," said Kermit, laying his head on the bar. "But sometimes she's just..." "A pig?" suggested Rowlf. "Yeah." by scottxwl

17. He downed a flagon for courage. "Elf!" said Gimli. Legolas looked up from his mirror. "Do you think you could do something pretty for my beard?" by scottxwl

18. "I know, I'll make a platypus!" He thought to Himself, sipping some ambrosia. "Some day I should beget Myself. That'll fuck 'em up!" by scottxwl

19. "I know," thought Jane Austen, sipping a little too much wine. "I'll have my characters actually discuss their feelings! In the open!" by scottxwl


polling is now closed. thanks for playing!

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i'm so cold right now. it's awesome.* hominidj is visiting and joined us on our trip to the farm this afternoon. and then had dinner (with fresh pesto, mmm) here and hung out. so good to see him.

and i wrote sirius/remus today and i can't tell you how happy that makes me. even though at the time it was making me cry. there was i, alone at my desk, writing and getting weepy over my very own thoughts. that's the picture of coolness, right there. but i don't care because this is the first piece of s/r i've written in so long that hasn't ended up languishing in wipland. of course, it's not even 500 words. but whatever, that's exactly how much i had to say about that.

i also cruised around on torn and found some reports of a woman in the philadelphia chorus that's singing the lotr symphony. i got so excited about hearing which bits are in it and which languages they're singing, i almost peed my pants. i am such a geek. a happy, happy geek.

*this is my new old favorite word. but it belongs in italics because of the way it must be said to invoke the proper feeling of irony. "omg, that's awesome." oh, so satisfying. possibly this is a language trend i picked up from starbuckle, along with many others.