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my heart's got a tricky valve that beats for nobody but you
Truly my relative absence here has nothing to do with the plan to entice most of tumblr into obsession with Ben Linus's striped shirts. It's really more that I've been trying to kick myself into getting this story written (the Harold one, not the Alys/Simon one, although that one's formulating in the back of my head and should *crosses fingers* be ready by the deadline). I hope to get a rearranged and better version of at least part of it to my exceptionally helpful betas today. Also I have been enjoying this ridiculous weather, and walking a lot, and doing a bit of yoga (lots of twists this morning; I'm beginning to accept this "getting rid of the toxins" thing. Not so much the chemical ones (I'm eating reasonably well, aside from the occasional pretzel binge) but hopefully the writers-block ones).
Speaking of tumblr, there was a post floating around yesterday asking one to reblog if one liked an actor twice one's age. I was sorely tempted to come back with "Find me an almost-102-year-old actor, and I'll see what can be done," but I don't think that's in the spirit of the thing. (And then, inevitably, I start imagining Michael Emerson at 102, looking a rather attractive 80, and... oh stop me now.) When I was in high school, there were several actors twice my age or more that I was rather fond of, so yes, I totally get it.
Speaking of being fond, I spent most of last week with "La Vie en Rose" stuck in my head, because my adorable son was working (over the internet) with his musical partner (Helen) to put together a version of it for the birthday of his romantic partner (Ellen, and yes, this was confusing at first). By some miracle considering his schedule they got it done in time, and she liked it, and now I never have to hear it again. No, I'm kidding, but just not constantly.
Speaking of earworms, this is the current one. Nothing like intent to murder murmuring in your head, really.
Speaking of which. *flits away with, I assure you, other intentions*
Speaking of tumblr, there was a post floating around yesterday asking one to reblog if one liked an actor twice one's age. I was sorely tempted to come back with "Find me an almost-102-year-old actor, and I'll see what can be done," but I don't think that's in the spirit of the thing. (And then, inevitably, I start imagining Michael Emerson at 102, looking a rather attractive 80, and... oh stop me now.) When I was in high school, there were several actors twice my age or more that I was rather fond of, so yes, I totally get it.
Speaking of being fond, I spent most of last week with "La Vie en Rose" stuck in my head, because my adorable son was working (over the internet) with his musical partner (Helen) to put together a version of it for the birthday of his romantic partner (Ellen, and yes, this was confusing at first). By some miracle considering his schedule they got it done in time, and she liked it, and now I never have to hear it again. No, I'm kidding, but just not constantly.
Speaking of earworms, this is the current one. Nothing like intent to murder murmuring in your head, really.
Speaking of which. *flits away with, I assure you, other intentions*