travelling hopefully

How fast the day goes.

Spent a little while this evening starting to chop some of my fabric-remnant stash up into usable squares and rectangles (rather than leaving it in chunks of dubious size and shape). This gives a great feeling of accomplishment, even if it doesn't actually result in much finished work. So that was good.

Will hopefully get round to playing Diablo 3 one of these days, when I don't have a deadline to meet.

First Eurovision semifinal tomorrow evening. Surely there must be at least a couple of decent songs . . .

Diane Duane on writing fanfic

Very good piece here by Diane Duane about a certain genre of Sherlock fanfic, and writing for it.

flemmings, I am strongly reminded of an earlier piece of yours on Aestheticism. She even brings up (and shoots down) the good old lie/lay. And the "the adjective man" referencing method. :)

the Albanian contestant had the most amazing voice

I have a cold and am therefore feeling depressed. All right, so it isn't that bad, and definitely not bad enough to keep me home, but -- well, you all know that stage. It makes itself felt.

Eurovision first semifinal was entertaining. I particularly liked Latvia, Iceland, Albania, Moldova, and San Marino. Iceland and Albania and Moldova got through to the final, which was nice, and none of the other finalists were bad, so that's positive. (I'm not surprised that the Russian grannies got through. They were an obvious popular choice.)

I've been avoiding knowingly listening to any of the songs pre-competition, including the England one. It's more fun hearing them for the first time in the semifinal or final. Plus this way, if our entry this year is ghastly/bad/appalling/boring/unworthy, at least this way I won't have to be depressed by that until I actually hear it on Saturday night. Which is probably a bit self-deluding of me, but hey.

(Question: will I be able to avoid doing Princess Bride impressions at the television set on Saturday night and muttering, "Humperdinck! Humperdinck! Humperdinck!" at the television set? Answer: probably not.)

Now I will do my yearly ponder of how to use the Eurovision Song Contest as part of some occult conspiracy or in a Library plot. As one does. Because one should.

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Inigo Montoya: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.
Man in Black: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.

-- The Princess Bride, William Goldman