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overall, an iffy story, but i'm in love with this line (from ginny to harry): "Your boyfriend lost his temper in class today and assigned six feet on the dangers of belladonna poisoning." ahahahahhahaha. ::falls over::

see, this is a good line too: "Well, I never thought I'd live to see the day that I'd wake up on top of you, Remus," Sirius opened his eyes, and flashed Remus an easy grin. but remus shouldn't retort. that's the kind of remark that would send him straight into a funk. he'd become quiet, probably--quiet and still, or quiet and jump away. possibly a life-and-death conversation would ensue.

and... ahaha!. Harry yelled like an obnoxiously enthusiastic newscaster. Rapidly he stuffed the tome, whip, and his discarded clothing into the bag. "What do you think, should I leave one sock behind for Voldemort to find and drive him crazy? I'm thinking that could be my trademark." brilliant! one for the recs page.

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hey, the electrician is finally here to wire my room!

the word 'inquisitive' means--we know what it means.

taking the dog to the vet makes me feel like lucius malfoy turning draco over to the dark lord to be used as a beauty potion ingredient or something.

perry: father? FATHER!
vet: thank you, my loyal lucius. his blood is just the pure sweetness i need to restore a wrinkle-free complexion without the aid of botox or other artificial injections.
me: ::bows::

believe me, it was meant for mr lockwood.

wtf? webmail is down AGAIN? ::beats head against things:: next time i'm going to answer the e-mail as soon as i can get into the blasted thing...

...in other news, i'm in a vulnerable mood, apparently, because a worse-than-mediocre story with a sneaky ending almost just made me cry. bastards.

as long as i'm working for monumental pictures you're the greatest of 'em all.

someone please explain to me the desire to publicly pontificate.

is it just a thing people get into when they like other people's pain? ::pictures voldemort on a soap box, lecturing about the definition of fanon::

OW.

looking for the answers

in spellbound, the hitchcock movie starring gregory peck (or am i crazy?) and ingrid bergman (sure about that one), there's a lot of awkward (but necessary) background explication about the freudian theory of psychology, including an oversimplified hollywood version of the neurosis.

therapy, we learn, is the process of the therapist needling the patient through self-revelations (in the movie, they talk about buried memories, but they're also talking about suppressing the memory of committing murder, so i think it's safe to water it down a little). the patient must talk and think about it until they get to the root of whatever event in her past has caused the 'complex.' the complex, being irrational, will collapse on exposure to the light of day and the patient will be 'cured.' that's the theory.

gregory peck bumped his little brother, who fell and died, when they were kids, so he has a guilt complex which causes him to irrationally believe he's responsible for deaths he has had nothing to do with, and then do stuff like go into hiding.

this freudian theory of complexes is alive and well in romance fiction and in slash fiction, where many of the finer traditions of the harlequin are preserved. in the world of slash, a fear of commitment stems from a painful relationship or a childhood without friendship, and can be vanquished when the aggressive character shakes the wounded's shoulders, or kisses him, or tells him a little moral story. enlightenment comes like a lightning bolt; the walls crumble; the character is cured. everyone lives happily ever after. it's a matter of debate, i'm sure, whether this can ever be satisfying or not, but it's absolutely clear that that's not how people work in real life.

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what's this? lisa talking about the goddess.

but i find it oddly calming nonetheless.