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strange_fire has declared me to be the Spawn of Dumbledore.

She--being one of my RL beta friends--is here. Earlier she was passed out on my floor, and we were too lazy to travel--hence our not going to Arisia. But now she's conscious and we just played music for almost two hours and squee! And she's going to look over assorted ficness, yes she is.

*looks over shoulder*

Aren't you, dear?

Got my final evaluations in today. Not as sucky as it could be. More later.

Fallen in love all over again with the Nils Ferlin poem that's the final track of God's Musicians. So sad, so stark. *swoons* And swooning over Emma Härdelin's voice recently. A lot.

And after the lovely betaling looks at them, four one-shots should be off to TDA (Lime, Slither, So Sayeth Death, and White Masks); then I can start finishing the next chapter of LoS, and she's already commented on the existing part. Then after that I finish off the paper, and post my two movies at some point soon, and then I can start poking Within These Pages and sequels, and... *burbles*

Whee, utterly pointless entries. Go me!