Tomorrow - scythes, trains and Death.

[raven]

I have just had a long, involved argument about tomorrow with shipperkitten.

[It went along the lines of:
"Meanie."
"You are! You're making me get out of bed!"
and
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"]

However, seeing as we are mature, reasonable nearly-adults, we have reached a certain level of agreement. For some reason, Em wants to get into town at the crack of dawn. There's a train that gets into Central at eleven-fifteen - I propose me, Enid and Becca all try to catch that, and Hannah, Clare and Em will meet us.

And the rest of the day will plan itself. As a general piece of relevant information, tomorrow is one of the first days where sunset is before five. "Be home before dark" is day by day going to mean something different.

I am going to have to catch the train tomorrow carrying a bloody scythe. How ridiculous can you possibly look? I'm tempted to wear the coat with the black hood, not wear a scarf, sweep my arms around a lot and say things like I AM BECOME DEATH...

I am going to miss the scythe, though. I rather like having it around. It's hanging off the lampshade at the moment and casting interesting shadows on the wall.

In other news, I have dispatched a fic to a beta. Isn't that something to get excited about? Anyway, said beta turns out to be more of a grammar whore than me. I am very, very impressed.

And while I'm here, hello, rynne. I haven't got over to FAP yet, but I did notice you were here. Hello. Welcome to the insanity.

Comments

[shipperkitten.livejournal.com]

The crack of dawn would be 6.58... ;)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*hits Em over the head with a scythe*

[cucharita.livejournal.com]

surely, due to the fact that the clocks give us an extra hour of sunlight it won't go dark until before 6?

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Shockingly, we actually looked up the times of sunrise and sunset. The joys of GMT.

[cucharita.livejournal.com]

heh heh, how sad. I had them written in a diary I once had for 2001 me thinks.

[language-idling.livejournal.com]

Ack! Beta!
Okee, if I just finish reading The Handmaid's Tale, then write a response paper, then revise for Shakespeare history midterm, then read my linguistics text and do my linguistics questions and then revise for my linguistics midterm, and maybe do some of my Canadian literature readings, then maybe I'll have time.

Good lord. Time. I really want to beta this fic, but I'm beginning to feel quite guilty about it. Perhaps you should find someone else to do it, and I can grumble about it to myself at Christmas, when I *do* have time...

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*smiles* And I thought I was busy.

I think, perhaps, I will send it to another beta. And come Christmas, you can read it, rather than having to do the work of beta-ing it. Is that okay with you?

The package is done! Going in the post tomorrow...

[rynne.livejournal.com]

Hello! You and your scythe are reminding me of one of my friends. He has a black cape with a black hood and wears it everywhere, and he made himself a scythe, which he carries around many places. It's very funny, watching him pretend to be Death.

And don't worry about the insanity. I am well inundated with insanity. I'd be more afraid if you claimed to be sane ;).

--Rynne

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Our scythe-carrying-maniac is osiris13, whose costume sounds very similar to your friend's. The difficulty is teaching her how to TALK IN CAPITAL LETTERS....

I'm looking forward to seeing the costume. What I am not looking forward to is the stares from the other passengers when I waltz on the train with a four-foot-long plastic thing and try to look normal. Ah, the life of a fangirl...