The 2005 Hurricane Pageant Continues

I am very ready for the Atlantic to take its Tums. No sooner does a hurricane peter out than another forms and churns across the ocean. There is no respite, no lull, just one more, and one more, and one more in a merry retinue of howling wind. If I didn't know better, I'd say they were in a pageant of sorts, each trying to outo the other in terms of ferocity. The baton-twirling must be a bitch.

My linguistics homework is half-done. I might do another problem tonight, but like as not, I'll fic and finish reading Dracula today and finish the phrase tree constructions and the lexicons tomorrow before Raw and CSI: Miami come on. Right now, I'm sitting in a t-shirt and socks, listening to a documentary on professional wrestling and whetting the grindstone for my daily writer's workout.

For those of you who have been so patiently waiting for progress on SLS, fear not. I'm still very interested in the doings of Severus Snape and the machinations of Lucius and Umbridge and Dumbles, oh, my. I just needed a breather from the unrelenting grimness and a chance to explore other HP characters and other fandoms. My shingle is still firmly entrenched in HP fandom, and I've no intention of leaving the fic to swing in the wind.

The fish for dinner is thawing on the counter, and the Emmys are scant hours hence. I usually ignore them, but how can I pass up the chance to see Gary Dourdan and Beyonce singing "Movin on Up"?