Spreading Christmas cheer (even if the date will have, strictly speaking, passed)

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I have begun addressing your cards. (I realize this is, by all rights, rather late, but it is well in advance of when I promised I would send them by. At least I was realistic about it.)

Hopefully I will not butcher them too much by virtue of being a complete t00b who cannot manage to copy what's written before her. (mommybird, mydarkstar: your envelopes are addressed upside-down. I expect you will live nevertheless.)

The bit I look forward to is writing in them.


Aragorn, Éowyn, Arwen, Elrond

Or: Aragorn/Éowyn, Arwen/Elrond. *grins evilly*

Honestly, if I were movie!Aragorn, I can't say I'd find it hard to choose between movie!Éowyn and movie!Arwen. Movie!Arwen started well enough, but was it absolutely necessary for her to degenerate into a helpless bint?

Which, um, leaves her with movie!Elrond's great jealous and incestuous love. But by that point, they rather deserve each other.

I couldn't resist, during Arwen's confrontation with Elrond over her visions of her son, leaning over and whispering to my brother (who doesn't mind a bit of talking during films, unlike me) in my best Agent Smith impression: "Tell me, Arwen. What good is a son if you cannot ... live?" He was amused, but not as much as I was.


You know, the first time I listened to this song (when it was available as a streaming version, the only bit of the soundtrack I listened to beforehand) I didn't think it was much to write home about, but by the time they played it over the credits I was clinging to it like a lifeline.

My father took me out for gingerbread lattés at the Barnes and Noble on the Plaza, which was very very nice. He is cool and thus did not ask me what I was scribbling in my notebook after he found a book to read, which was as well, since I would not have told him, since it was a draft of the veryverysilly Gandalf/Pippin fic I conceived of as it is much, much easier to write than serious fic involving same.

Ah, I have so many things to do ... but they're all pleasant things at least.

Oooh, I just remembered the one unpleasant thing (the one that was to be the entirety of the entry I was going to post before I went out and got all happy again). My dreadful, scum-of-the-earth roommate, whom I was forced to leave at large in my room for a week and God only knows what she's been doing, but I took pictures before I left, has not vacated the room by today at noon as she was supposed to have done. She will, thanks be to any and all deities, be with the NYU in London program next semester, but as I believe she is certifiably insane, the thought of having her in my room now (which, as I mentioned, she was supposed to be out of by noon today at the very very latest) makes my skin crawl.

Even if she fooled them into passing inspection of her room (she probably dumped all her stuff on my side of the room and claimed it was mine) surely they made her turn in her keys. So if she ever gets out of the damn room, satyadasa can lock her out, which will serve her right. But she was there when he stopped by before work at 2:40 EST, fully two and a half hours after she was supposed to be gone. Grr.

Edit: LJ eats accents in cut tag text. Good to know.

Edit again: Oh, and it's obviously not too late for a card if anyone is wanting one. Fill out this poll or otherwise convey your address to me if you haven't already done.

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I hope Mike does carry out this plan, the details of the result of which will undoubtedly be entertaining.