"Rispetti la modestia. La prego..."

Which is sadder, the fact that Waen wants me to write Sawyer/Quatermain, or the fact that to appease her, I'm going to write her Ayrton/Bob Harvey after all?

Right, off to get to it.

If it's dry to-morrow, perhaps she'll play tennis with me. ^____^

And to-morrow, perhaps, I shall bring down my Les Miserables CDs. La Boheme is lovely, but it's been played nonstop the last three days. I think, when Waen has her Hallowe'en party, I shall bring down the Jekyll&Hyde CDs; and by that time, we will also be able to put up the cobwebs. That'll be fun.

I wore my Icelandic scarf to-day. It's very warm and snuggly. I imagine that's why I feel so good (that, and the fact that I took the Turkish evil eye out of my pocket).

I dreamt of Chrysanthemum last night. The Rosemary Wells book about the mouse named Chrysanthemum. I never realised before that her father is always reading Child Psychology books all the time.

The other thing I never realised is that for the first time... Perhaps I don't want to be a teacher. I'm thinking about psychology or psychiatry. I also don't want to live here when I'm older. I loved it when I was little, and I still love it, but I didn't realise before that they don't like us here. Waen says that the neighbourhood boys have actually stood in front of the car and not let her and Mum past for several minutes.

Ah, well. Soujin has revelations.

"Give Me Courage to Go Where No Angel Will Go..."

Dear God, I am a geek. I have been fooling around looking at pre-production LXG sites for the last hour. *g* Just looking at the blurry screencaps, reading the speculation, finding out who was originally slated to play Nemo... It's disgustingly amusing.

Any moment now, someone is going to come in and tell me that I'm NOT supposed to be online, GODDAMMIT!, but it hasn't happened so far, so... I consider that permission to continue.

My Nemo coat is finished. Am absurdly thrilled and shall probably not take it off until to-morrow.

Am also wearing my moustache. :) Soujin makes a very peculiar-looking bloke.

"The Blood of the Martyrs Will Water the Meadows of France...!"

Point one: My poor Nemo coat has already undergone, due to my unwillingness to remove it, GSA, where I got glue on it, and home, where Waen hit me with a gooey spatula while she was making pancakes. Poor thing. I hope it survives until Hallowe'en. ^_^

Point two: This is the greatest thing ever, and I will never get anything done again. I've already made Jekyll, Harbert, and Nemo, and am working on Pencroff, because I'm Like That. Shall try for Conseil next, though, because I found the perfect base. And then Passepartout, or perhaps Aronnax. SO many possibilities.

Point three: I have a new icon for the purpose of loving everyone. It's my grandda', in case anyone cares. ^___^

"He Told Me That I Had A Soul... How Did He Know?"

Posted so that snowyofthenight can see, but also for general amusement of anyone who reads Jules Verne or Robert Louis Stephenson.

( assorted literary geeking icons )

"Flaming and Flashing Old Iras Came Dashing With Arrow and Bow..."

Two things:

One: I've lost my clip of Jamie Bamber singing! O_O Whatever shall I do? It was so wonderfully, splendidly bad! I need the bad!

Two: I still haven't written Jekyll/Hastie. I've been advocating it for bloody ages, but never written it. I must put that on my list of things that can be procrastinated with. Mmm.

Three (it's a bonus thing!): I will offer up my life unto anyone who will make me a Jekyll icon. I've been fighting Photoshop all day long, but it keeps blurring my attempts unrecognisably. With the line 'A doctor, not a saviour'. Will trade drabbles or ficlets for it.

EDIT: Scratch that last item! I finally won the hard battle with the photomanip program! Isn't he shiny?! *has absurd Jekyll!love*