I INTEND TO LIVE FOREVER.

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The prices are be as follows

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6 Month -> $15 $10
12 Month -> $25 $18

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Then on Friday November 27th from 8am until 4pm (Eastern US time) we will be running a very special sale on Permanently Insane accounts.

I swear, if I don't get a tan this summer, sitting in the sun for a while every day with my rabbit, I never will.

When I think objectively, I also find it strange that I consider lying on the lawn reading while my rabbit flops in his cage to be spending quality time with him. But.. you know... I scratch him a bit and we look at each other and he tooth-purrs.

Also: went to meeting with the psych unit. Diagnosed with social phobia. Was told I'd probably feel better if I got volunteer work or something. THINGS I ALREADY KNEW FOR $500.

I just received my wizard_love assignment...and they are all pairings I have never written before. On the one hand I can't help but think "Eep!", but on the other hand this means no one will be able to guess which fic is mine!

It's only Wednesday, but we're having leftovers tonight anyway. We'll have stirfry tomorrow instead.

Right. Off to work on my smutty_claus fic some more.

I've been busy and exhausted. Dunno why I'm so tired, I just am. I slept most of my two days off away. I meant to write. Heck I meant to get to the library to borrow some of my suggested reading. Instead I made a cake for my sister, slept, and started a knitting project (which does take hours for me cause I keep starting and restarting it until I have something halfway decent on the sticks).

Somewhere I found the energy for reading posts and internet games. I responded to a few, but meh. I'm in a mopey tired mood for no reason. Hopefully this week at work won't be as hard as last weeks but since we're swinging into Christmas season I don't hold out a lot of hope.

I feel like my brain has been fried.

Title: The Deluxe Tour
Author: angela_snape
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Charlie Weasley
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2300
Summary: Draco Malfoy goes to Romania to learn about dragon-induced injuries, but gets distracted by a certain dragon handler along the way.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Highlight for Warnings: *semi-public sex, oral sex, rimming, anal sex*
AN: Thank you very much to my beta, leela_cat, who greatly improved this story. Any further mistakes are mine alone. Written for lilyseyes in fall_fantasia, 2009.

The Deluxe Tour

Title: The Deluxe Tour
Author: angela_snape
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Charlie Weasley
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2300
Summary: Draco Malfoy goes to Romania to learn about dragon-induced injuries, but gets distracted by a certain dragon handler along the way.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Highlight for Warnings: *semi-public sex, oral sex, rimming, anal sex*
AN: Thank you very much to my beta, leela_cat, who greatly improved this story. Any further mistakes are mine alone. Written for lilyseyes in fall_fantasia, 2009.

The Deluxe Tour

Happy Birthday, nefernat!!!

Hope your day was utterly magnificent!

Nothing much happened today. I got in touch with my sisters to firm up Thanksgiving plans: where, what time, who brings what. I've been tapped to provide the cauliflower gratin and a chocolate cream pie. Considering Middle Sis is the one doing the turkey and dressing along with one other pie and a couple of other side dishes, it's more than doable. There's also plans to do a Christas bingo this year, which will cut down enormously on our holiday shopping this year. Money saved is always a big Yay in our book.

Other than that, cold rain yesterday, cold rain today, cold rain tomorrow. Winter is definitely here...and it's depressing as all get out.

Fic (201 words and over)

Anonymous wrote A Tale of Seasons for hp_darkfest. Her master’s victory is nothing like Bellatrix hoped for. She lost everything, and even the Dark Lord has no more use for her. The only thing that is left to her is one prisoner. (Neville, Bellatrix, R)
tealeaf523 wrote To Be Noticed. So, all right, maybe Neville was a bit… oblivious to his newfound status as ‘shagworthy’, but he was focused on other things. Like the fact that Harry Potter had become quite the looker since… well, since always, but that wasn’t the point. The thing was: he noticed. And noticing was not something Neville was quite used to, yet. (Neville/Harry, R)
magnetic_pole wrote Like Water on the Moon. Amelia is sitting just to her right, casting her sly looks, and Alice is counting the minutes until class is over, distracted despite her better judgment. (Alice/Amelia Bones, PG)

Drabbles (200 words or less)

alisanne wrote A Warm Welcome. (Neville/Blaise, R)

Art

zephre drew Entangled. (Neville/Harry, NWS, NC-17)
ani_bester drew Little. (Neville, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, and Trevor, G)

Various and Sundry

nella_malfoy has created some Matt/Bonnie icons and a banner.
neville100 posted a new prompt: Hot Chocolate/Cocoa.


Do you have fic or artwork on Livejournal or Insanejournal to share? Comment here for inclusion in the next issue.

Mum: (of a pub in Britain) They had a bar made out of Richard III's bed.
zeborahnz: Did she go back when she was finished serving?

Happy Birthday, venturous!!!

Hope your day was splendidly magnificent!

I received my Yuletide assignment, and it's more than doable. I'm looking forward to it.

Soooo much writing to do over the next six weeks. *headdesks* They will get done, I swear it!

However, tomorrow afternoon hubby and I are taking Bean and Mr C to the circus. Our next-door neighbor had free tickets and gave them to us (he's a Shriner). Hopefully, Bean won't be afraid of the clowns. She's never seen them before. *crosses fingers* She'll probably love the animals, though!

But now I have to put away the dinner leftovers and toss in another load of laundry. Oh, the excitement.

Mum was just in my room, where we had the following conversation:

Mum: What are those?
Me: Oral syringes for giving my rabbit medicine.
Mum: *laughs a little*
Me: *not sure why* They keep giving them to me so I have about five.
Mum: I shouldn't be such a cliche suspicious mother.
Me: Oh, yeah, they're for shooting up. I use oral syringes because needles are so passe.
Mum: Well I couldn't see what they were!

Apparently I'm in the process of fixing a Sunday dinner on Friday. I've got a roast on the stovetop and a pear crumble in the oven, and once that comes out I'm going to start on au gratin potatoes. There's also going to be carrots. All this in addition to the brownies I made yesterday!

The kitchen used to smell like beef and onions, but Bean got hold of my cologne and now it smells like Dark Vanilla. She's very much a tomboy in many ways, but she likes to 'smell pretty' and insists on being rubbed down with lotion after her baths. Right now, we both smell a little too pretty (she wanted me to wear cologne too), as do one of her stuffed frogs.

However, my yule_balls_fic is finally started, and I'm mentally composing my Dear Yuletide Writer letter while I cook. I'll probably write it down and post it tonight.

Yes, I'm back with another rec!

A Tale of Seasons by Anonymous at hp_darkfest. (Neville, Bellatrix, gen, R). Summary: Her master’s victory is nothing like Bellatrix hoped for. She lost everything, and even the Dark Lord has no more use for her. The only thing that is left to her is one prisoner.

This story is a Voldemort-won AU as the summary suggests; but this is not your typical dystopian tale. The story revolves around the strange and oddly compelling relationship that grows between Bellatrix, who has been left behind in the wake of her Lord's victory; and Neville, who has been given to her as a prisoner. To say more would be to give things away, but the story unfolds with pervasive sorrow, guilt, anger and regret. The anonymous author manages to accomplish the impossible: we feel sorry for Bellatrix.

And Neville is absolute perfection. Stolid, strong, torn between hatred toward his enemy and what she's done, pity for how far she's fallen, and guilt for feeling that pity. The ending, while not unexpected, will still blow you away with its graceful simplicity.

This is darkfic, but it's one of grief and sadness rather than the typical torture-'em-until-they-break trope so commonly found in the genre. There hasn't been a Neville and Bellatrix fic quite like this one until now, and I can't recommend it enough.

*shoos you off to read*

And now, to try this Write or Die thingy...

In a squee that no one will understand, someone on trademe just listed a litter of mini lop x enderby island rabbits. Sadly no pictures yet. *wants pictures*

Last night was sitcom night. I was starting to almost think that The Big Bang Theory could be kind of amusing when the group of not conventionally attractive guys decided that they should go to a bar to wait until the hot girls were drunk enough to have sex with them, because dubious consent is hilarious. And one of them managed to score! But in a crazy twist, he woke up the next morning to find himself in bed with a not conventionally attractive girl and was horrified. LOL LOL!

Yeah, I'm oversensitive. Sometimes it's a pain because it really detracts from being able to enjoy half the mass media.

The last couple of times our family had tacos for dinner, there were complaints that the taco seasoning was too salty. This is a good thing, because it means the lower-fat and salt regimen everyone's been on to one extent or another since Dad G's heart attack and bypass surgery is working. We're all noticing how much saltier commercially sold foods are compared to stuff made from scratch (which I'm getting better at).

Anyway, back to the tacos. I poked around online and tried a homemade taco seasoning recipe without telling anyone what I'd used until after everyone had scarfed down dinner; and then asked their opinion. It was a hit! So I thought I'd share it with you. The flavor is mild, so those who like more heat can add more chili powder of maybe a dash of cayenne to the mix for more kick.

( Homemade Taco Seasoning )

Yes, the Neville Big Bang poll is still open. Yes, I'm going to nag about it! Fortunately, it looks as though there's some interest! ;)

Comment with a good book or two or a million I could get at my local library.

Just finished Push, the one that the movie Precious is based off of, and it occurs to me I really like reading and need some more stuffs. Not money rich though so keep in mind whatever you rec can't be too new or even if it's at the library, I'll be charged to take it out.

Help a girl out with comments, links and so on please.

Staff at the bottle store recognising you - good customer service or a statement about how often you're there? HMMMMM.

I have confirmed that there appears to not be any lionhead rabbits in New Zealand. This makes me sad. That's three small breeds that never made it here that I'd otherwise like to get - American Fuzzy Lops, Polish and Lionhead. Seriously, lionheads have short fur all over their body except for long hair on their heads. How awesome is that?

Instead if I get a second rabbit I suspect it will be a light coloured Dutch or minilop (fawn or blue with white for Dutch and god only knows for a lop because they come in every colour ever). Or a Dutch x lop, since I have actually seen more than one litter of those advertised and mix breeds can be healthier than purebreds.

I've written nothing today, but it's not 4pm yet and I'm not cooking or cleaning tonight so I should still have time to do stuff. I'm coming up on the dramatic climax of the thing I'm writing, and once it's finished I'm going to go on to something else, so really I guess it's NaFicWriMo.

I apparently have the same birthday as St Aloysius. Also Chingy, Matthew Gray Gubler and the BTK killer.

IT'S LIKE SIX DAYS UNTIL NEW DR WHO EPISODE.