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Friday at lunch I decided that I needed to go see Scooby Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed. Which meant that I needed to rent the first Scooby movie so that I would know the plot. Cause there could be one... I didn't know.
DH's answer to my proclamation that we would be going to see Scooby on Saturday was spoken in his normal soft, slightly suspicious tone, "Why?"
I mumbled something into my tuna sandwich. "What was that?" "I said, because I like Scooby Doo. And thenewharrypottertrailerisshowingandsnapeisinitandhe'shot."
DH just nodded. "Thought so."
So, I sat through ninety-three minutes of the Mystery Inc. gang chasing down dirty old men and haunted costumes just so I could see ten seconds of Snape striding purposefully through the DADA classroom, slamming shutters with a masterful wave of his wand, looking particularly hot, saying "Turn to page 394" in that oh, so, stimulating voice...
Sorry, got distracted. Seth Green was in the movie. Reminded me very much of Oz from Buffy. I noticed that DH and I were the only people in the theatre without children.
Got another boost of happiness on Friday. The new owner of the WIKTT archive Whispers was looking for recommendations for the first Writer of the Month. Several people were recommended, all of them very good authors that produce wonderful work. Then, to my great surprise, someone suggested looking at some of the newer authors to the good ship GrangerSnape and suggested Parvus Obitus as one of the examples. I had a squee moment. I didn't seriously think for one second that I'd actually be an Author of the Month, but as the cliche goes ... "It was an honor to be nominated." Ask![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dazite, she was there when I was illegally checking my e-mail at work, she saw me get the sniffles.
Which reminds me - way to hormonal lately, if you ask me. Might have to look into some kind of mood suppressant. In the thirty minutes it took to drive home from the theatre Saturday, I ran through five different moods. I got into the car happy and giggly, out of the car ready to hurt the next person to get in my way. And there were no noticeable triggers to the swings. Did get very irritated by the sound of DH's breathing, but that was probably a symptom not a cause. Very odd.
DH's answer to my proclamation that we would be going to see Scooby on Saturday was spoken in his normal soft, slightly suspicious tone, "Why?"
I mumbled something into my tuna sandwich. "What was that?" "I said, because I like Scooby Doo. And thenewharrypottertrailerisshowingandsnapeisinitandhe'shot."
DH just nodded. "Thought so."
So, I sat through ninety-three minutes of the Mystery Inc. gang chasing down dirty old men and haunted costumes just so I could see ten seconds of Snape striding purposefully through the DADA classroom, slamming shutters with a masterful wave of his wand, looking particularly hot, saying "Turn to page 394" in that oh, so, stimulating voice...
Sorry, got distracted. Seth Green was in the movie. Reminded me very much of Oz from Buffy. I noticed that DH and I were the only people in the theatre without children.
Got another boost of happiness on Friday. The new owner of the WIKTT archive Whispers was looking for recommendations for the first Writer of the Month. Several people were recommended, all of them very good authors that produce wonderful work. Then, to my great surprise, someone suggested looking at some of the newer authors to the good ship GrangerSnape and suggested Parvus Obitus as one of the examples. I had a squee moment. I didn't seriously think for one second that I'd actually be an Author of the Month, but as the cliche goes ... "It was an honor to be nominated." Ask
dazite, she was there when I was illegally checking my e-mail at work, she saw me get the sniffles. Which reminds me - way to hormonal lately, if you ask me. Might have to look into some kind of mood suppressant. In the thirty minutes it took to drive home from the theatre Saturday, I ran through five different moods. I got into the car happy and giggly, out of the car ready to hurt the next person to get in my way. And there were no noticeable triggers to the swings. Did get very irritated by the sound of DH's breathing, but that was probably a symptom not a cause. Very odd.