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Poem for Tuesday

By Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
   Gone far away into the silent land;
   When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
   You tell me of our future that you planned:
   Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
   And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
   For if the darkness and corruption leave
   A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
   Than that you should remember and be sad.


I have an urgent need to talk to someone who is an Anya fan. Someone who can explain to me why when Buffy stabbed her in "Selfless," she didn't die because it's not that easy to kill a vengeance demon, but...well, what happened to her in the finale then happened. And really I need as much backstory on vengeance demons as anyone gleaned from the show. They have souls, right? Please, if you are a Buffy fan with an interest in Anya who can talk "The Wish" through season seven fluently, leave me a comment!

Had an uneventful Monday, got some work done around the house, went for a long walk with my kids on scooters because it was so gorgeous outside (later in the week they are threatening us with more snow!) My parents stopped by to deliver a used computer that they had picked up from my uncle for one of my kids, which he had said we could have because it was old. I thought he meant old-old. It's got six USB ports, a DVD player, a CD burner and plenty of memory -- we are all very excited, especially the boy who just got a digital camera as he can now have Photoshop on a computer in his room to fiddle with things.

So earlier I put on the DVD of Truly Madly Deeply (still being in obsessive Rickman mode) intending only to watch the interview with director Anthony Minghella, in which I had heard he said really interesting things about how audiences had responded to the film -- and he did, particularly about the scene where Nina goes completely to pieces in the therapist's office. So then I had to go watch that scene again, and I was a basket case. So then I had to go watch "The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine (Anymore)" and...well, I watched pretty much all of the film that was about Jamie and Nina. I might have to go rent everything Juliet Stevenson has ever done after I finish with the Rickman oeuvre.

The wonderful obeythebunny, who betaed my pervy_werewolf fic, wrote me Snupin chocolate porn, "Melt"! Reading this while eating Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies is my idea of heaven.

In other news, every single story I read today in several different fandoms made me want to scream and tear my hair out, because my Remix fic is so utterly stuck. So tomorrow shall be No Fic Day. (Watch -- now that I said that, I will read the best story of my life tomorrow, or spend all day writing or something.) I haven't really read my flist in a week and a half, just the people I know in real life, and I am so behind on fic communities...I really cannot take fandom right now, at least certain aspects. I have watched wank in one corner of HP rise to insane proportions, and I keep hearing about wank in fandoms in which I am no longer even active; it has been easier to keep my head in the sand and try to write what I need to write. I am never going to catch up so please talk to me here, as I am feeling lonely, which is my own stupid fault for not having my shit together.

Work for today was Jolene Blalock declaring that the Enterprise finale is "appalling" and the discovery that the web episodes of Star Trek: New Voyages may film ten minutes from where I live. Must investigate that further. And must get to bed!

These are photos my son and I took of the cat he has dubbed "the wandering cat" because it wanders around the neighborhood at all hours of the day and night. One of its favorite activities is to go into the sewer, where it can be heard meowing on occasion.

It also likes to sit directly across the street from our house, in case Rosie or Cinnamon parks herself in the window. Then they can engage in an all-important cat glaring contest.

But the lure of the sewer is strong, and sooner or later the wandering cat always heads back to see what excitement lies beneath.

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