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Laurier didn't want me to leave this morning.

( You Shall Not Pass! )

But I sort of have to. Piddle.

The morning's don-wanna-getup musings included a Taming of the Snape sort of idea, which I sort of thing needs to be done. Hermione as Petruchio... though who should be cast as Bianca? Bill? Hagrid? My hind-brain is still stuttering over that completely delicious man who played her in the all-male production of the Shrew I saw with Kasha, which would mean Shacklebolt. Harry? Ron? But what about Molly? (Though I really shouldn't worry too much about canon in a Shakespeare pastiche.)

This should give me something to poke at while I set up two Macs, rebuild my personal laptop and whatever else needs doing today.

And Mom's coming! Eep! (The Eep-age is indicative of excitement tinged with I-still-need-to-unbury-the-couch.)

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I was going to get all stroppy and snarly over the lastest inane 'I'm looking for X' post on the WIKTT list (those are OT, and she should be asking the Guides first)

Except I realized that the poster was named Mari-Sue.

Sockpuppet much?

Memealicious: 4 things

1. Your four favorite flavors of ice cream.
French Vanilla
Mint Chocolate Chip
Chocolate Chip Cookie dough
Butterscotch

2. Four (different) things (fingers don't count) you think you could stuff up your nose if you had to stuff something up there. You know, like at gunpoint or something. It could happen.
Tissue - when I was a kid, and I had a runny nose, I'd stuff a corner of the kleenex up each nostril to stem the tide of onrushing snot. It was very stylish.
Straws. Also very becoming.
Chapstick. Not quite so becoming, but easier on the nostrils.
Tea bags. Also easy on the nostrils, with a bonus - a tag to pull them out when the threat goes away.

3. The four best things about your day.
Waking up to the rain - happy plants!
Mommy's coming! She called from the road!
We're going to have dinner together, Mom and Dru and me.
I got to set up a shiny new G4 laptop. Mmmm. Shiiiiny.

4. Four careers you wanted when you were a very small child.
Marine Corps Officer
Olympic Medalist
Prima Ballerina
All at once! (I made up resumes like that. And wrote them all down with specific timelines.)
And if I couldn't, I'd become a millionaire hermit and run off to this set of islands and raise dogs. And horses. And maybe sheep. But the sheep were really just the excuse for the dogs and horses. And the island-bit was an excuse to doodle island chains and dream about sailing.

Aesthetic Appreciation

OMGwithtehHAWT!

Ok, seriously. Take Ewan MacGregor (for whom my lust is rather ill-concealed) and make him a red-head. Then add muscles and take away half his clothes. (Black boxer-briefs under long white athletic shorts that rode *way* the hell up. And a tanktop. That's *it*.) Seat him on the bus next to me, feet propped up on the arm rest in front of him, legs splayed wide.

(Ok, so he looked a bit like a monkey in that posture, and I sort of wanted to draw him... What with the muscles and the exposed skin and...)

Overall? Given half a chance? I would have counted his freckles with my tongue.

I did snicker a bit when the four teenies watched him get off the bus in complete (somewhat awed) silence, and then burst into chatter the moment he was out of earshot.

Damn, I need to replace my long lost sunglasses. You really can't oogle the man-flesh properly without 'em.

Come to think, I may have seen him at the IMA before. The free weights are right outside the women's locker room, and there can't be that many ripped redheads running 'round.