There I was, ready to do my German exercises for the day. On a whim, I turn on the Weather Channel to see if there is a small shower in the area to explain the distant rumbles of thunder. What to my wondering eyes should appear but a giant blob of red death bearing down on us and a helpful crawl informing me that this storm features hail, multiple cloud-to-ground lightning strikes and winds of 60MPH.
Well, isn't that special?
So Roomie and I pull every plug in the house, batten down the hatches, and take refuge in the windowless bathroom. The appointed hour for the storm's arrival, 7:30, comes and goes with nary a whimper. 7:45, 8:00, nothing, not even a blown twig.
At 8:05, Roomie darts from the shelter of the bathroom to investigate. A look outside shows children playing on the greens and adults taking leisurely strolls around the complex. Befuddled by their lack of concern about death from above, Roomie plugs in the boob tube and turns to the Weather Channel, where there is...
Nothing. The monster storm has evaporated into nothingness, a red menace reduced to an ever-dwindling green blotch of tranquil rain. My city's bizarre meteorological biodome has spared us from a direct hit again. Thank heavens.
However, the hour spent in the cramped porcelain chapel of the great god, Bog, snuffed my enthusiasm for learning, and I spent the rest of the night watching WWE Raw in a butthurt torpor because Roomie was playing Julius Caesar with the television remote.
I am determined to make headway today, however, but how much progress I make will be determined by two factors: the weather, which currently promises nothing but woe until next goddamned Tuesday
, and my progress on my spn_summergen
fic. The latter is in the late stages, but with a scant nine days before the hour of none, time is running out.
For those HPfen on my list in search of reading material, might I suggest Kiss of Sick
? Despite its unappealing, chunky monkey title, it's a fast, compelling read with vivid imagery, rich, human characterization(Molly and Ginny are particularly well-rendered, even if the former makes only a brief appearance), and an interesting, original plot that raises several questions about the fluid ethics of survival and the equally tenebrous and dubious morality adopted by those desperate to endure. Best of all, it does this without bludgeoning the reader about the head with the skull-shattering knout of authorial agenda. The final scene is especially potent, so potent that I had nightmares after reading it and am still turning several scenes over in my mind. And not the smutty ones, either.
I'm still wondering why brilliant, feisty Hermione would be so reckless and dumb as to, well, you'll see, but that's a minor quibble.
Be advised that the story is a horror story, and as such contains descriptions of violence and the ravages of epidemic disease. It is SS/HG AU, with explicit sex, not all of it--in fact, very little of it--of the vibrator-revving persuasion. It's consensual, but...I can't say anything more without spoiling the story. Just heed the warnings in the header.
The link provided is to Part 2/2; I'd hoped there was a link to Part 1/2 embedded in Part 2, but alas. Not to worry; Part 1 can be found in the previous entry.