Maru's Mun Journal

essayel wrote me a short fic/longish drabble about how 'Suti and Gil (whom we retired from Milliways when the Cast List Reboot happened) are doing in the Wizarding World nowaday...

If you know them and liked them, read the fic! It's the sort of thing I want to wrap up in, curl up with, and keep me happy when the world is being nasty or stressful. I'm just glad our charries get to carry on so happily without us.-

My mother and the Little Lady are going to visit me in about two weeks - whee!!

I shall take pictures of the Little Lady with Svava the kitten, and the cute will instantly be fatal to everybody.

I shall have to arrange plot at miliways_bar around that visit, but on the pro side, I can watch 'Neverending Story' with the Little Lady, and get ideas for _fuchur_

And we can go to Bavaria Filmtours again, and I shall have pics of Phia riding Falkor, which will be even more fatally cute. Fortresses were laid low by lesser forces than the squee that is going to generate...

( Thoughts on HBP )

I'm in a proper Geek house now. My sister and her husband have a W(ireless)LAN and a sekrit web site. So do you know how evenings are spent here?

We sat in the living room last night, tamely, Sphinx on one sofa, Markus on the second, me on the easy chair, each with their notebook computer in front of them, WLAN card blinking green, talking lightly and playing a bit with the baby in his playpen while they were poking their communities and I was having a long conversation as Asar-Suti with Bartleby at the Crackbar.

Afterwards, the computers were cleared away to go under the sofas where they live when not in use.

Very civilised life style.

I've been taking a few pictures recently with the Metropolitan's digicam. To be quite precise, Thomas the Metropolitan has taken those of me with my newest printed t-shirt, and my neighbour Angela has taken those of me reading to Paul (who likes unicorns and whom the world needs more of, if you remember, schiarire), which are somehow the most Christmas-y pictures of me evah. In a good non-commercial, possibly even Abby-compatible way.

Here's a small-sized teaser of me with the t-shirt



And here's a certain cup I may have been mentioning:



( More pictures of shirt, cup and reading Silmarillion to Paul behind this cut! You know you want to look! )

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Oh hah hah hah! I do quite like Jane Austen, I must admit; but sometimes I need something stronger. Something evil, perhaps? But I must admit that avoided any answers that might have led me to She Who Must Not Be Named, who is what Kris has got.

Talking of evil, I found that asar_suti's canon is out of print. Can anyone direct me to some sort of source where that fact can be circumvented? I would rather buy it, really truly pretty please.

And there was something else I meant to ask, but completely forgot when I saw that lochiel had commented and my brain went in Teh Ebil mode. Might ETA later when I remember.

ETA: And now I have it again! When I looked in vain for the last two Cheysuli books (any, really), I came upon "The Art of Discworld".

There is a view of Bonk in there!!!!

It's in the upper left-hand corner of the violet double page that has the vampires as well. Erm, litsares, do you think you could put it on the scanner once more? I need to truly immerse myself in that picture, but that's no reason to buy a complete book

And the houses look exactly as I pictured Lajos's and Beth's house to look like! But the two castles are on the same side of the town. And the bridge...

Bonk!! Bonk!! I finally get to see canon!Bonk!!

The concert of the amateur orchestra nazgul_nr_5 plays cello in wasn't nearly as bad as I was warned to expect! Actually, it was quite good. The violins were off to a weak start, but the moment the oboe soloist began to play, they suddenly found their feet and kept them - apart from one truly horrorful moment at the end of the slow movement of that Haydn piano concerto they did as the second piece; that was so bad I felt like running out of the hall for a moment. But then the movement was over, there was a short moment where everybody took a deep breath, and the violins miraculously recovered again. The piano soloist was a bit too young, shy and bland to bang properly where she should have, though.

The second part of the concert, some symphony by a totally unknown contemporary of Mozart (they have a new one each time; I half-jokingly suspect the conductor sekritly writes them himself and invents the composers), I spent staring pleasantly into space and plotting evil for asar_suti, a Dark God Of Awesome Power I have consented to temporarily RP at the Crackbar. But fear not - I have not really succumbed! He'll be over before Christmas.

I was a bit disappointed, even, when the symphony suddenly broke into a blaring finale and fell silent, and there weren't any encores at all; I wasn't through with Asar-Suti yet.-