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By all means, go right ahead.

But would you mind to drop me a note about it, if we've not "met" before? I'm a bit uncomfortable with friending back folk with whom I've not had any personal contact.

Based on the lj interests lists of those who share my more unusual interests, the interests suggestion meme thinks I might be interested in
1. music score: 38
2. books score: 28
3. cats score: 26
4. history score: 24
5. reading score: 23
6. poetry score: 20
7. tea score: 20
8. coffee score: 19
9. art score: 19
10. ireland score: 18
11. chocolate score: 18
12. photography score: 18
13. singing score: 16
14. politics score: 16
15. mythology score: 15
16. wine score: 14
17. movies score: 14
18. terry pratchett score: 14
19. guinness score: 13
20. neil gaiman score: 13

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This is based on my livejournal interests, rather than my dreamwidth interests, I think.

Just making sure I can do this, really.

I'm still unable to access LJ at home. It works when I'm out, but when I try to connect at home I'm told that livejournal is too long in replying, and get nowhere, no matter which computer or browser I use.

I can't say that I'll be moving to Dreamwidth altogether, but if this continues, I amn't sure what I'll do.

Well, I can't seem to access LJ the now. I hope it'll be working again soon.
ETA: 8 August, 02:15 EDT: Still can't reach LJ. The isitdown site says it's just me. Feh.

I was mowing the lawn this late morning/early afternoon, and saw what I swear I think was a leopard frog hopping out of a stand of dense grass (in amongst the pile of holly bushes that my mother had me haul into the back and leave a couple of weeks ago).

A toad wouldn't have surprised me, but this certainly looked like a leopard frog--I didn't think they went that far away from bodies of open water. There might be a puddle vaguely resembling a pond back in our woods, but this critter would've had to cross brambles and grass and quite a lot of distance, at least by frog standards, in order to reach this place. And why would it do that, when there's no open water nearer our house?

It sat for a while in the grass, and I turned off the mower and tried to get a picture, but I couldn't get my cellphone deployed in time.

I wrote this last week for mctabby's Cat's Birthday HP Drabblethon 5 but am just now getting round to linking it in. Just in case anyone out there really wants to have read all of my fanfic. :-)

Recipient: csi_tokyo3
Prompt: A Veela cousin's Portkey overshoots Bill & Fleur's wedding; she ends up in Neville's bedroom instead.
Word count: 400 (Sorry, it takes me longer to write 100 words than 400, and I've not got much time the day.)
Rating: Borderline R

Merde. Stupid English Portkey. French Portkeys always worked, but the stupid English wouldn't let anyone else make a Portkey to enter their stupid country. And so... Claudine Soubeyron, half-Veela, was stuck between a bookshelf and a desk.

She pushed, hard, at the desk. Now she could see a bed. Merde. If it were a Muggle bedroom, she'd be forced to call the Obliviators. But in a Wizarding bedroom, she might face an assault on her virtue, or be accused of such an assault on some "innocent" boy or girl.

Whilst I'm at it, sheepfairy wrote a lovely Harry/Ginny/Luna ficlet for me.

Trouble With Tribbles (500 words; G)

I am.

Got back yesterday, actually. Went straight to the session at the Liffey, then came home and unloaded the car, etc.

Grand week, grand week. I'd say I'd wish you all could have been there, but some of ye probably would've been a bit bored so I'll only say that I'd wish everyone who would've liked to have been there could have been.

Well, I'm off to Catskills Irish Arts Week. Don't know how much access I'll have to the Internet--there should be some, but every year is different as far as how much.

So, if I'm a little scarce for the next week or so, that's why.

Take care, all!

[Error: unknown template qotd] The concept of "retro" fashion will finally be taken beyond the twentieth century, and the street scene of the future will look something like a Renaissance faire, for both good and ill. In other words, it won't be so much exact replicas as what people will think looks like period dress, ranging between very approximately the twelfth and the nineteenth century.

A fair number of women will be wearing men's clothing, of course. That said, the décolletage seen in parts of the seventeenth century might make a return, albeit perhaps not to the point of actually showing nipples; most likely the skirts of said gowns would be somewhat shorter as well, say lower-calf to ankle length.

Kilts for men will become slightly more acceptable in North America, although not to the point of displacing trousers. If the pendulum swings back towards greater formality at social events, many men may adopt Highland formal dress simply because it looks and feels better than the tuxedo.

I'm hoping for the extinction of high heels, cosmetics, and the entire fashion industry, as well as the custom of women shaving their legs and underarms, but that's probably too much to ask for. ;-)