misc.

[raven]

Someone needs to write a Marauders-era fic called "We Just Want To Be Sixteen (Even Though We're Twenty-Three". I'm just saying.

Anyway. Via mireille719, there is a feedback meme going on. I've been drive-by posting on everyone I know, but people should sign up. I've stuck myself on the end here.

In other news, absinthe_shadow pointed out that Super Tuesday and Shrove Tuesday are the same day, and this is still the best thing ever.

I will write a substantial post some day soon maybe. Once again it's two am and fairly soon, in the cosmic sense of "soon", I have a lecture on Hume to sleep through. And possibly, fairly cracked-out dreams to celebrate the passing of the insomnia; I had a very matter-of-fact dream last week in which Maria and I were checking BBC weather online and found that next week, the temperature in Oxford was going to be sixty-six degrees Celsius.

"Oh," I said, calmly, in the dream, "that's eight degrees above the world record."

(The worst part? This is true. Apparently my dream-self is both unflappable and has perfect trivia recall. I should spend more time asleep.)

Comments

[pinkishmew.livejournal.com]

Well done your brain. Whereas I had a dream that John Barrowman was wearing foundation with a thick and obvious line down his face, and I was trying to smudge it for him. ... Celebrate your clever mind!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*laughs* That's a very endearingly specific sort of dream. I do love John Barrowman. :)