I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello

So I come back to 72 emails and skip 360 after two and a half days. This is improvement--I went away for four days in the summer and I had about twice that many emails and skip 600-something.

I previously volunteered to be, and now am, a mod at VENOM. I believe this makes me insane, though I hope I wouldn't be too remiss in my duties if I watch every thread except the Can't Stand Remus/Sirius one. I mean, they tell us in the rules not to look at a Can't Stand thread if we can't be rational about what the posters say on it, and while I'm pretty sure I can be rational, I don't want to risk it. *sigh* Am not sure if I would be able to be fair to the people on that thread (completely aside from the fact that watching it would depress me inordinately), so...bother. I hope it's not that big a deal that I don't watch it.

Anyway, back from Ashland. God, I love the Shakespeare Festival. We saw Comedy of Errors, The Royal Family, and A Raisin in the Sun, and Comedy of Errors was my favorite. They adapted it to make it Vegas-y (and at one point, Antipholus of Ephesus randomly said "my precious" *g*) and it was very pretty and funny. The Royal Family was sorta "eh", and Raisin in the Sun was really really good, heartbreaking and optimistic at the same time, interestingly enough.

There was shopping, and there was pear ice cream. And the pear ice cream made me happy. Ashland is the only place I have ever seen pear ice cream, which depresses me, because it's really very good.

Random funny thing about the trip back: we took a school bus down there and back (horrid uncomfortable seats for eight hours Thursday and today, urgh), and on the way back, we were on a road with just one lane for each direction. And you know how slow buses are, especially loaded with teenagers and their baggage. And I looked behind us, and there seemed to be about thirty cars, forced to our pace because of the one lane (and I'm guessing they didn't pass us because the bus is big and it's hard to see around so they didn't know if a car was coming the other way), and when we finally got to a stretch of road with two lanes, we just watched as twenty-seven cars switched lanes and passed us. 'Twas very amusing. *g*

Hokay. Sooo I tell daily_snitch and quickquote about the reclist and how I want website recs and so on. Only daily_snitch said anything about it, and only one person commented on it, and that was just to tell me that they liked it. I appreciate that sort of thing, but you know, I do want to improve this reclist, and I certainly don't know all the websites and essays and such on the internet, nor do I have time to look for them all, and honestly, I can't believe that someone doesn't know something that I don't already have on there.

Having a vacation, even such a short one, was heavenly. I needed that. I think I'm still somewhat sick, though. I'll probably go to bed before midnight, and tomorrow get up before noon, play video games, chat with the queerditch_pub people (I don't care for this week's prompt, so I won't be writing) and probably do some homework, though I have several days to get it all done, which is good.

1984 scares the shit out of me.

thistlerose, do you look at the Wolfstar anymore? *g* So far, one person has posed that you're JKR in disguise, and another has said that they would trust you or copperbadge to write the OotP movie script to make it subtexty enough. They love you! :D

( Poem: Ode to the Book, by Pablo Neruda )