*nerdy dance of yay*

Note: the dance is not nerdy because the source of the yay is nerdy, or anything like that; it's nerdy just because I'm doing it. :D

My Scottish Gaelic paper is DONE OMG. \o/ It's not a great paper - it may not even be all that good of a paper - but it's FINISHED. And, frankly, I did well enough in the rest of the class that I can afford to take a minor hit on the paper grade, if it comes down to that. (Sidenote: I am so crazy used to Google Docs that I keep stopping to hit Ctrl+S every few sentences - which Chrome interprets as me trying to save the Dreamwidth journal-update page to my computer, natch. I am such a winner.)

My goal for the rest of today mostly involves more Age of Mythology, although I was also hoping to finish up the first round of word generation for my latest conlang, and maybe get started on glossing some words - enough to translate the Babel passage, at the very least. If I do manage to get the Babel passage done today, possibly I will post it here, just for future reference. I LOVE being able to tag things, I cannot even express how much, except possibly by going ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ a few dozen times. There are times when I kind of wish my computer were just sort of a sea of documents that I could tag appropriately.

Also: this is the CUTEST THING EVER.

Youda bidai-a doūna toumadi-a hain doūna pātaīn-a laoushouchadat ...

Yeah, that's not gibberish - well, okay, it is, but it's not completely meaningless. That would be the first line of the Babel passage in my most recent conlang; I haven't finished the whole thing, I still have some more glossing to do, but I wanted to post a little bit, just to feel accomplished.

( Cut for nerdery. )

This is another one of those things that's kind of a waste of time by any normal definition; it's meant to be the language of a desert-dwelling minority group in a story that is never going to go anywhere, a bit of not-quite-original fic born of getting a copy of The Blue Sword for my birthday and watching the Dune miniseries a few too many times. :D Still, it's a fun thing to futz around with when I don't feel like working on anything good - it's a nice worldbuilding exercise, with bonus femslash. \o/

Anyway. Off to dinner, and then quite possibly the whole suite's going to watch Harry Potter. Good times.

Ahahaha wow.

It's always so much fun to go back and watch PS/SS - Harry and everybody are all so tiny! Dumbledore is so twinkly! Snape is so DRAMATIC. And oh, my god, the line delivery of all the tiny child actors! It is so ADORABLY BAD. ♥! Neville is still totally my favorite, although tiny!Ron is almost as awesome.

And, of course, all the little things that niggle at me, I can now accept with peace in my heart, because I get to repair them in my massive AU 'verse. (McGonagall "Transfigured" the chessmen to "make them alive"? Really? An acceptable detention is taking students into the forest to go look around for something that's killing unicorns? REALLY?) Even if I never manage to actually finish that darn thing, it will at least have given me that.

I was trying really hard to watch it without getting all meta about it, but, ( as per usual, that's pretty much impossible for me these days. )

Anyway, it was a lot of fun to revisit, and I'm glad we watched it. It makes me all nostalgic - I actually remember being in elementary school, and having a friend tell me that I was like Hermione, and having no idea what she was talking about. And now at least a tenth of my total brainspace is involuntarily devoted to All Things Harry Potter. Not to mention, of course, that I would never have discovered online fandom without Harry Potter: HP is the reason I first ventured into the Pit, which is the place I found my first slash fic (Harry/Ron, and very explicit, since this was before the removal of NC-17 fic from FanFiction.net - I was shocked! Shocked!), and, well. It's been a pretty constant slide into iniquity since. :D

... This is making me start thinking about just what effect fandom has had on my life, but I should save babbling about that for tomorrow, because it ... it is tomorrow, actually, and I need to sleep.