Lilith Saintcrow

Okay, boys and girls. Time for Cool Stuff.

Thsi morning I got an email from the Selkie bearing this link. It seems that every once in a while a fellow LJer will go through several thousand Very Bad Potterverse Fanfic Synopses and present her findings to us. If you’re a Potter fan, or if you had no idea how big the Potterverse has become, or if you’d like to laugh until your intestines feel sore, by all means go and read. Among my favorites are the “Stiff Dink” and the “Dead Dumbledore.”

You’ll see what I mean. Enjoy.

Next cool thing: when we went to Cinetopia to see Pan’s Labyrinth, there was something amazing before the show. It was a cellist, playing over a drone. Now I love Cinetopia because I like to be spoiled, but the cellist was really fantastic. His name’s Adam Hurst, and I just bought both his CDs off CDBaby. You know I’m all about the music, and for some reason Japhrimel just started talking like nobody’s business while listening to this guy’s music before the show. That kind of Muse crack doesn’t come along very often, so “grab it while you can” is my motto. It’s like Azam Ali, gorgeous ambient stuff.

The cellist himself appears to be hideously shy and uncomfortable with eyes on him unless he’s behind his instrument, which just makes him cute as a button. As someone with a terrific, mind-numbing fear of public speaking, I understand. Maybe I’ll do a post on public speaking one of these days. Apparently people would rather die than speak publicly, which puts politicians in a whole new category of “quite possibly not human.”

Last really cool thing: I’m reading Joe Meno’s Hairstyles of the Damned. It’s one of those books that remind me how glad I am I never have to deal with high school again. I wouldn’t be a teen again if you PAID me. The angst, the fear, the not knowing who you are…and your fellow carnivorous teens, of course, most of them as uncertain as you and maddened by the blood in the water.

Monk, you loaned me this book, and I can see why.

They sent me a form after I graduated, asking about my plans and if I ever intended to come back to a high school reunion. I believe what I wrote was along the lines of:

Hell no. That was the worst time in my life and I am so glad it’s over, and I didn’t like these people the first time around. What makes you think ten years will change my mind?

Which pretty much sums up how I feel about the whole deal. There is ONE person I’m still in tenuous contact with from my high-school days, and we were better friends to each other than our ages would have led people to believe. One. Person. Out of how many I went to school with? I loathed junior high and high school, not the least because we had come back to America and I was suffering severe culture shock. I mean, it took me months to refer to chips as “fries” and crisps as “chips.” I still slip sometimes and people give me that quizzical look. Ugh.

So. No high-school reunions for the Lili. Why would I want to be reminded of that place? It was horrible, painful, degrading, and about the only thing I learned between those hallowed walls was how to take a punch. The “education” didn’t even deserve the name, despite some motivated teachers (like Mme. P*****c, the French goddess) I was given very little in the way of grist for the active mill of my mind. If I hadn’t already been in the habit of rigorous study in subjects of my choice it might have gone very badly indeed.

Anyway. At least it’s a fast read. It’s as close to high school as I ever want to get. It reminds me of how glad I am to be (kind of) grown up, and how little I’m looking forward to seeing my babies go through that particular battle. The only awful thing about having kids is wanting to protect them so badly and sometimes being unable to.

Off I go to hit the treadmill, dear Readers. Have a happy Tuesday!

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1. Reviews, The Internet, And High School
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3. It’s The First Day Of School

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