Some Belated Realizations

I really don't have time for writing these days (except for the odd 30-minute-ficlet) and moreover I'm not really in the mood right now. My tendency to underestimate and undervalue my own problems has led me to believe that a job change such as this is a trifle. Well, it isn't. After two years of doing virtually nothing, there's lots to learn, there's lots of work, there's pressure, there are new people to adapt to. Plus, the continuing trouble with my heating system has worn my nerves a bit thin. (Latest episode: they're going to remove the old one and instal a spankin' new one on Monday, courtesy of Janine, whom I can't thank enough)
But somehow I simply didn't realize that all this is quite exhausting, so that all I can do in the evening is come home, do what is necessary to keep the household up and running, play with ze boyz, do a bit of reading and fall into bed at 10 or 10.30.
Now that I've realized, I'm simply going to give myself a bit more time. As easy as that, but sometimes the simple things are the most difficult to grasp.
Today is the first day that I don't have huge loads of work to do, so I'll dedicate the rest of the morning to studying more legal stuff.
If the previous rant gave anybody the impression that I'm not as happy anymore with my job as I was before, don't worry: I'm still extremely happy with it. Only I underestimated the repercussions it's having on my life. That's all. Otherwise, I'm perfectly serene.

On a lighter note, I read kalinalea's latest DM chapter last night and found it wonderful as always. Loved Hermione's realization that, if offered the choice, she prefers being with Snape to being with Charlie.
And, on a more heretic note, I find myself becoming quite uninterested in "Last Tango in Paris". I do read the updates, but the thrill is gone (has been gone for quite some time, if truth be told).
But was wibbling in fannish excitement at reading that azraelgeffen's house is now niece-free, so that she may continue writing OoD.

*bleating* Ba-a-a-a-adfic! Ba-a-a-a-a-a-adfic!

Taking a short break from work I stumbled across this.
An absolute must-read, mostly becuase the author desperately tries to avoid everyday language. Excessive use of the thesaurus often leads to the most astonishing results...
Just a few quotes to make your mouths water:

Yes, "Battering the World, one Muggle at a Time" had always been his motto and he had eviscerated "why" over and over for Draco's benefit as a child.

Lucius chortled deviously to himself while bending across the musty old bookshelves, strewn with various outdated Dark Arts texts that he'd stopped paying any mind to since the age of eighteen, and stretched toward a collection of multicoloured texts in a variety of thicknesses.

Lucius hummed and tried to comfort himself by rocking back and forth in fetal position, barely cognizent of what a freak he must've looked yet again, when Draco walked in. This time, there was no shrill exhaltation.

"Draco, in what mudblood Christian docterine have you been studying as of late?" Lucius waited and watched amusedly as Draco's lips curled and sneered in unspoken retaliation. Lucius stalked forward, leaning over seated Draco with imminent tempestuous grace.

I had a sneaking suspicion this might be a parody, but found nothing to prove it. So I'll just chortle deviously, still flummoxed by the creative use of the verb "eviscerated"...

Spammage, as annoying as it's inevitable

Because I just saw this summary:

The rating is only for some cursing later on. Basically this is a most unwanted marriage between Hermione and Snape - not slash i.e. because they both hate each other - question - will they survive?

Will they survive what? The surgery that's going to turn Hermione into a man or Snape into a woman, so there can be slash?

*headdesk*

Sheep's Chorus: No fics go-o-o-o-d, lots fics ba-a-a-a-ad (repeat ad lib.)

Found this gem of gems thanks to rhitroadkill, whom I hereby assure of my eternal gratitude :)

Again, a few tasty bits, to make mouths water and taste buds scream for more:

Lucius Malfoy had publicly turned on Voldermort and helped win the Great War. This didn't change the fact that he was a bloody evil git.

Subtle characterization.

"No Harry we can't fight it, the law states that no witch will be forced into this. If any witch is unwilling to do her duty" Hermione spat "she will merely be asked to leave the wizarding world give up her wand and have her memory modified.

An entirely new interpretation of the term 'being forced to'. Of course the Spanish Inquisition didn't *force* heretics to confess or abdicate. They tortured them, let them rot in prison and occasionally burned them. But they did NOT force them.

Even at sixteen Ron had wanted the most dangerous flights and was always handling the worst odds.

Does that mean he regularly went from Nishnij Novgorod to Krasnojarsk with Kaput Air and bet on horses?

A/n I' m using // to show thought cause I haven't figured out how to make the italics work.

Never mind, dear child, Berlusconi hasn't figured it out, either. And he always tilts his head to the right to show thought, so you're in illustrious company.

Harry nodded and quickly tipped the vial of blue liquid down her throat.

"Ewww" she yelled "Oh god I have to puke" Hermione ran to the bathroom and purged herself of her wine. "Oh god that's gross, what time is it?"

No comment. Just a great, big snort.

Lucius Malfoy watched the Granger girl being given away by both Potter and his little sidekick. It grated on him to see Severus take her hand and become her owner. She was a fine piece of woman flesh and Lucius wanted her. He sat and brooded on the problem throughout the ceremony and it was the toast that gave him the idea.

I *do* hope it was buttered toast...

Hermione stared up at the huge domed ceiling of Lucius Malfoy's bedchamber. The bed she lay on luxurious the rest of the room. It was huge; easily king sized or larger,

Emperor sized? *POPE* sized????

After Draco's mother had died his father delighted in bringing home his toys and Draco was sick of it.

"Dad, have you bought another teddy bear?"
Lucius, cringing, "Well, I... er..."
"Dad, show it to me. It's no use hiding it behind your back!"
Lucius, trying to look innocent, "But there's *nothing* behind my back..."
"Dad, I've had enough of this. The breakfast parlour is stuffed full with teddy bears, the ball room floor is covered in a 3-million-piece jigsaw, and you've destroyed the dungeons when your toy chemistry set exploded. SHOW ME WHAT YOU'RE HIDING BEHIND YOUR BACK!!!!"
Lucius, blushing, "It's just... It's just..."
"A *TELETUBBY*?"
"But he's so cute and fluffy..."