british person: right.

stayed awake last night reading one of georgette heyer's thrillers, which were contemporary when she wrote them in the 20s or 30s, i believe. they quite live up to the promise of her regencies. behold, here's poison. and today it's going to be death in the stocks. i gather my cupcake's gone to work or something. not a complete surprise. i wonder if any of the deadbeat university people i emailed yesterday have yet condescended to email me back.

mom thinks it's not an ear infection--this was borne out, apparently, when the pressure went away and then came back again. my nose is exceptionally stuffy, more so than i can ever remember, and at the same time not at all runny. i wonder if this is one of those fabled sinus problems of which people speak? and here i always thought i was going to escape unpleasantnesses (sinuses, headaches, backaches, weak knees) when in fact they were just lurking and waiting for me to become an adult. ah, well.

oh, dear. i MUST remember to deliver that cd to jennifer's parents TODAY. no car yet, but perhaps this evening. ::yawn:: --damn, my ears didn't pop.

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the world pisses me off.

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vocabulary test. 167. am always slightly miffed by this sort of thing, which is possibly an indication that i should refrain from taking them. on the other hand, i like words. well, i'll live.

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when i realized that opera 7's neat-o mail-handling shit would let me constantly check two email accounts and manage them both with its sorting stuff, i decided to add my college account to it. no such luck, though: the college's servers, even the whole main SITE, are down right now. scary biscuits. what's going on, guys?

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lots of enthralling fonts available for download here. organized in various ways. i think i downloaded half the website.

omg!<3!!!!111!!1! OPERA RULeZ! ahem.

am in love with opera. gasp. it merged my email accounts. it checks both every five minutes, saves a single list of contacts, important and to-answer messages, indexes them all together (but also separately) and lets you pick which address to send it from whenever you compose. goodbye, annoying webmail interfaces! ::blows a kiss::

::marries opera 7 and m2::

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i think it's time for a strategic withdrawal and a nap. i'll return sometime later this evening. within the next few hours, i should think.

the droll regency hero, the perfect insult, the proposed course of reading until i get well

down: death in the stocks. up next: a blunt instrument. loving georgette heyer. all the time growing up, i thought i wanted to marry her regency heroes and all of a sudden (like, today) i realize i have really wanted to be one. since i've stolen my style of repartee from her since i was prepubescent, i suppose i was bound to come to the realization sooner or later. now i just need to find me a regency heroine. or, you know, a bitter (but, nonetheless, voluptuous) old fandom queen with a perfect profile and quite shapely ankles.

so i guess i'm back on to reading real books. am tired of fanfic for the mo, and seem to have the energy for whole novels all of a sudden! o joy of joys! am thinking after the heyer shelf i'll tackle dorothy sayers. sue grafton and marcia miller, get thee gone. no classic mysteries, please. i may have to resort after that to regencies. or to, you know, the classics of science fiction. the trouble is that inasmuch as i regard sf as a job in my own twisted way, even reading it seems to put on some pressure, now, and make me slightly nervous. like i should be taking notes or something. (gibson has been described as gritty and real, you know. i don't achieve this level of gritty realism, of course. my descriptions are too airy. what if i never become gritty and real? wax is gritty and real. also, luscious.)

and one more thing

an au REGENCY role play for the lotr actors.

they're going to--and i quote--"play around with their ages, histories and relationships." i kid you NOT. what is with these people, you may ask? i mean.

'what did you spend the day doing?'
'well, i pretended to be billy boyd.'
'who?'
'oh, the actor. he's scottish.'
'so you pretended to be a scottish actor.'
'well, no. because i pretended to be billy boyd in late 20th century england, and i decided to be a bit creative with the background, so he's not actually scottish; and he's not really an actor, actually, because i thought it would be fun to have a butler, so--'
'oh, you're doing an au! well, who does he work for? lord elijah of wood terrace? the dashing spanish conte de orlando?'
'well, actually, they're in the game, but they're not his closest friends, because i decided to make him a bit closer to craig parker and miles studebaker. just to play with the relationships, a little. they're all involved in this religious sect, to make the characteriziation a real challenge.'

and if you transplant a fictional character to another world and alter his age, his history, and his relationships, and still achieve a characterization with any kind of foundation in anything, you get a healthy supply of gold stars.