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Counting on my fandom squee to carry me through this. Haven't even had coffee or breakfast yet. Or my meds. But I have a pet copy of Deathly Hallows and a borrowed laptop with a nipple mouse (actually, no, this thing is much smaller and tricksier than a nipple...it's a clit mouse) and I'm sitting in a circle of mad bloggers in a house full of cats...

And now there is a real mouse.

So here goes. Hope people are starting to notice my v. belated Blogathon attempting, hope for more sponsors as the day goes on. Hello to my lovely sponsor! Off to poke and reread necessary stuff from DH and starting producing actual fic. And get some coffee. Coffee is key.

*sings*

All I want is a proper cup of coffee
brewed in a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my dot
but I want a cup of coffee from a proper coffee pot
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots
oh they're no use to me
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee from a proper copper coffee pot
I'll have a cup of tea!

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( DH spoilers )

...did I ever mention that this is my first Blogathon?

And can anybody point me towards a good Potterverse timeline? Would have to cover just about everything from Grindelwald's defeat to HBP-era...many thanks if you can.

I don't think I'm going to have time to read my f-list or do much non-fic correspondence during this, for which I apologize. Also I don't know DH thoroughly yet, and this keyboard is very light to the touch and thus very prone to the spelling errors, so I apologize in advance for any errors in fic.

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( DH spoilers; GG, 9/10/51 )

Timeline found; thank you! And hello to chaoticmatter, our unofficial Team Venture sponsor! My shirt's off already. Mmm, donuts.

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I got namedropped at fandom_wank! In the good way! Thank you, hallidae!

And when I read aloud the comments, rafaela says, deadpan and with great dignity, "Your pr0n is teh r0x0rs."

*giggles madly*

I am banging madly away at the second fic entry. Albus has such an interesting voice, yes he does. I have also demonstrated my mad air bagpipe skillz for Team Venture and loved on the Jack-kitty. (There is a cat here named Captain Jack. For Sparrow, not Harkness, but he's as affectionate as the latter.) Air bagpipes are one of the dirtiest-looking air instruments evah. Though I'm also proud of my air hurdy-gurdy skills. The perils of listening to too much Swedish folk rock!

*slides under the table with Captain Jack* Be back in a few!

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( DH spoilers; AD, 10/13/51 )

*plays with the clit mouse*

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( DH spoilers; GG, 10/16/51 )

( DH spoilers; AD, 11/12/51 )

Cherry 7-up is love. <3 to commenters! I'm probably not going to have time to make any replies, but you are immensely appreciated!

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Okay, I just wrote three grumpy-old-man letters in a row. Alskdjflkejf. I GET UP AND WALK AROUND NOW. AND DANCE ABOUT SHIRTLESS. And type a filler entry, which, yeah, I'll probably be doing from time to time. But I am alive and typing and I intend to stay that way!

mllelaurel looks utterly fantastic in slipjig's hat. shadesong just got an enormous BPAL and LUST swap package. I mean, it's bloody gorgeous! Her computer has coughed up Beyond the Sea on the random iTunes circulation, which always makes me think of the one X-Files episode I've ever seen, which I did so only because it had Brad Dourif in it. Fun episode though!

And 'Song just got SEXY CHOCOLATE. Dude. That's what it says on it!

She also took a picture of me with my copy of the Grindeldore Bible Deathly Hallows. Harry's reaching for my cleavage. Will link when it's up.

I now dance about to Weird Al, "Hardware Store." I know no Weird Al. This is giving me joy. I'm not sure he's breathing though.

So the annoying bit is that I barely slept last night. Haven't been sleeping well for a few nights, really. Part of it is the sheer stress from yunatwilight and I both being simultaneously fired, but thanks to help from friends and a lucky, lucky Craigslist hit (which resulted in a job!), that is no longer so much a problem. But it still doesn't fix the fact that, with my HP fandom squee rekindled, TOM RIDDLE IS EATING MY BRAIN.

But! I am employed! It's at a small startup-esque tech support company in Woburn, and it's a very independent, casual, create-your-own responsibilities position. I am basically their Ianto. If I thought they'd know current British television, I would be so tempted to show up in a suit and fake a Welsh accent. And it's permanent, not through an agency, and pays better and will probably be much more fun than my stint at the Merit Rating Wank Board.

So that is a thing of joy.

For the record, in case folks were wondering, my approximate plan for my writing/fandom activity for the next while is to get the HP squee out of my system, through Blogathon and probably some Riddlefic because he eateth my brain (feed the baby dark lord!), and then head back to Torchwood to finish Point Alpha and write Five Leaves in Autumn. Then once I'm done with that, start serious work on an original novel that I'll probably be able to get published pretty quickly when it's done.

Of course, you never know where the squee is going to take you.

MORE LOVE FROM THE JACK-KITTY. LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! My left shin and hand belong to him now, as do the hinges on 'Song's bathroom door. I am in good company!

........i need a kitty.

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( DH spoilers; AD, 8/4/52 )

shadesong just said that she's importing hot guys to bodypaint us. Huzzah!

Re. a quick recent conversation, people are attempting to decide whether I should include tentacles in this fic. Hmmmmmmmmmm.

And I was just quoted as saying, "Mmmm, sensory deprivation, taste like chicken."

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Very brief 1:00 filler post while I bang out a long ramble from Gellert...that's the first long letter, and that's going to take a while.

There is thunder approaching. Meeeeeeep! (Though this does result in a *very* nice breeze in the window.) If the power and 'net go out, I will continue writing on offline laptop and do my darndest to phone-post on the half-hour.

Hugs and good luck to fellow Blogathoners! I don't know about you all out there, but the ones I'm sharing the table with are harrassing each other with a sonic screwdriver. They are sonic'ed up!

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( DH spoilers; GG, 9/26/52 )

(Neville and Jinny are, of course, characters in Virginia Woolf's The Waves.)

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( DH spoilers; AD, 10/13/52 )

They got chocolate frogs! Yay, theme candy!

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Aalskrejfoaiejflkd. Last two fic entries tiring.

FYI, Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV is a scion of Delerium.

And now there is PIZZA! White pizza with asparagus! (That was what made the table full of bloggers have a spontaneous pizzagasm at the mention of it.)

*hugs and pettings to mctabby and little Imperio in the icon for all the lovely comments*

And hello to all my new friends! I don't know how many of you are here for the Blogathon, and I'm afraid I won't have time to friend you all and say hello properly until after it's over, but I'm glad to see you!

I'm going to take this time to make a little sponsorship self-promotion. Liking the fic so far? Got a few dollars to spare for a good cause? Just like the idea of a batch of topless girls with laptops typing madly away? Go sponsor me! All my friends have a couple hundred--and shadesong has over $2,000, as she has mad blogger-fu--and I haven't even broken $100 yet. And $100 is the equivalent of one goat! Aberforth wants y'all to sponsor a goat, y0!

And in the meantime, piiiiiiizzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaa...

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( DH spoilers; GG, 11/19/52 )

slipjig's Rule 34: All roads lead to porn.

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...while I bang my head against Albus' next letter.

Quote of the blog-crack moment: mllelaurel, almost out of nowhere: Oh, not the yeti...

This from a discussion about Doctor Who monsters that Anita Blake might be fucking. This then turned into brief commentary on Pyramids of Mars, and with regards to that I would like to state that Sarah Jane in a demure white dress with a rifle is somehow mindbogglingly hot.

Off to argue with Albus! He keeps trying to divert me with lemon drops.

*ogles rafaela's sonic screwdriver*

And it was damn good pizza! White pizza with some sort of soft tangy cheese in place of the tomato sauce, rather than straight-up cheese-on-bread, which was a really neat touch...

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( DH spoilers; AD, 1/1/53 )

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( DH spoilers; AD, 4/18/56 )

Short one, yes, but hard to write. Especially as there is now a cat sitting in front of my keyboard. A cat named Tory, no less! *catsquee*

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The text on this icon is the inscription from the first movement of the c-sharp-minor piano sonata (don't remember the opus numbers offhand) commonly known as the Moonlight. Your random fact of the day: Beethoven absolutely hated that name. He did not intend it at the least; it got associated through a very maudlin bit of poetry. I don't remember the full details, unfortunately. The Tempest, similarly, if memory serves, had a commonly associated name that Beethoven despised.

Some of the other Beethoven sonatas with names--the Pathetique, the Appassionata, the Hammerklavier--were based on Beethoven's own inscriptions or musical directions. The Waldstein, if memory serves, is named for the person to whom it was dedicated. The only one I can't remember offhand the exact origins of is the Pastoral--it's an accurate description of the musical genre Beethoven was drawing upon, but I don't remember whether he approved or not.

Blogathon can be kinda like LJ filibustering, it seems, esp. if you don't have a schtick.

One third through!

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( DH spoilers; GG, 7/11/56 )

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( DH spoilers; AD, 8/2/56 )

Your next random fact of the day: in Australia, non-pareils are called peckers! At least according to a bag of candy somebody here had. BAG OF PECKERS! We are amused. shadesong complains that she usually gets them only one at a time.

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( DH spoilers; GG, 9/27/56 )

...I had to hit Wikiquote for the Stein. I fail at lit major.

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.......bellyache. >.<

PLEASE TO NOT BE GETTING SICK DURING BLOGATHON.

Fic's going strong, don't worry, just needed a half-hour of downtime, cat-petting, and hiding in the bathroom.

MULLET.

I have no idea what they're talking about, but it involves mullets. And something about a traumatizing crotch shot of a guy walking up a stairway on his hands.

MULLET.

Fic really going strong, actually. Starting to get to the point, both emotionally and historically, where I can do the stuff I actually intended to. And I think, so far (*knocks wood*), that I was right...this is exactly the sort of thing to do for Blogathon--open-ended, rambly, fairly wide emotional range, yet also with an arc to keep me going.

REPEAT SPONSOR PLEA AD INFINITUM AD NAUSEUM. MULLLLLEEEEEEEEET.

*off to untangle the huge mess that is her hair and keep up with Gellert on a philosophical bent*

...BLOODY FREAKING HELL. I may have dreads the next time you see me. Next half-hour may be spent rehabilitating my hair. Aiiiiii.

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( DH spoilers; GG, 3/15/57 )

Hair rescued, huzzah! And kitties, kitties, kitties, kitties, kitties, kitties, kitties...

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Mmm, a few punch-drunk moments to have a very fun conversation with rafaela and slipjig about moms and TMI. I found myself kinda wishing that I had a TMI-inclined mother rather than one who, well, I'm pretty sure she had sex four times, but I'm not sure the lights were ever on, and I think if she was fully aware that I have indeed had sex more than four times myself, before marriage, with girls, well...

Not to mention the extra issue that one of the said girls has a penis. And has locked a chain around my neck. Well, she probably wouldn't even vaguely understand the significance of the latter, but...

Merf. Mother issues. Back to trying to figure out who's writing the next letter.

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( DH spoilers; AD, 5/17/57 )

HALFWAY MAAAAAAAAAARK!

Hopefully Mark will go all the way with me soon.

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...because I think it's about time for Gellert to break out the long smutty flashbacks.

Mmmmm. Smutty flashbacks. MORE POOOOOOOORN. Ahem.

Love to recent sponsors dannybailey, ineffablewombat, and x_bluerose_x!

Also taking the OMG halfway done! break to dance about. And huuuuuuuuungry...dinner soon, though, as there are lovely non-Blogathon people about, like, cooking and stuff! V. phenomenal.

For those of you unfamiliar with the ways of Blogathon (well, I am!), I recently learned that you can still sign up to sponsor me for about two days after the end of the event! This means that you can make sure I, y'know, finish before sponsoring. ;)

An observation:
percentage of sentences ended with exclamation points
is directly proportional to
hours spent blogathoning

Also?

I. Love. Cats.

And!

FOOD.

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Next fic installment continues to be delayed due to fantastic dinner. pseydtonne did something mindboggling with beef and cherries. In lieu of porn, I give you ME, SHIRTLESS, W/ RUBBER CHICKEN.

Quoteage:

slipjig: Well, I have done any one-sentence posts yet, which means that by the time we get to the last three hours I'll feel justified in doing them.

Me: One-liners, no, but I figure that the last few hours will just be paragraphs full of "stripy blanket, bookshelves, jelly bean, boom."

*listens to pseydtonne's Australia stories* He thinks more grafitti should have periods on the ends. And he says, on Sydney, "because there's the tourist district, and then there's just miles and miles of suburbs, until you die."

Also? MONKEYS.

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Well, good goddamn. One-liner.

Did a large procession bear their torches as my head fell in the basket
and was everybody dancing on the casket?
Now it's over, I'm dead and a half and there's nothing at all to be done,
or I'm still alive and there's nothing at all to do.

(because they're singing it in the next room)

*dives back into writing, because I'm getting to the good stuff*

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( DH spoilers; GG, 6/30/57 )

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Digital pr0n, you see. And shadesong took topless (digital!) pictures of me writing it.

--the Eskimos eat the blubber.
Uh-uh.
And the blubber will come from different kinds of whales.
Yeah.
Like a beluga whale. Beluuuuugaaaa!

There has been a Radio Free Vestibules attack!

'Song has just inserted a scene involving three of her characters acting out this skit.

Note to self: Albus, Gellert, and Tom would NOT do this skit, for exactly one reason: Tom has no sense of humor.

shadesong does strong hip-bumps!

There are too many elevators in Toronto! Not enough stairs in Toronto! Not enough stairs!

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