nor so wide as a church door

So I let my Rosetta Stone lessons slide a little, and then the day I was considering picking it back up again, I stepped on the cord connecting them to the computer - just stepped on it! Nothing crazy, I swear - and crack-pwing, I had a USB board, two casing halves it took nearly five minutes to find under the couch, and a very nice set of earmuffs. :P

Fortunately, my sister came over on Sunday - after an extremely difficult and emotional conversation with my mother about lawnmowing, no lie - and we went shopping. Generally speaking, I hate shopping, but there are two exceptions to that rule: 1) when I am shopping for things I have been thinking about for a while and have definite plans for, and 2) when I am shopping for books. This trip fell under both exceptions, and so I had a marvelous afternoon that ended with six new skeins of yarn, three books, and a pile of stuff from Staples - including a lovely new pair of headphones with a mic. \o/

I am now moderately caught up, and so, without further ado ...

( The Closer; spoilery. )

( Rizzoli & Isles; also spoilery. )

Also, I watched ( what I think was the episode of Covert Affairs that I'd missed. Spoilers, but they're a little dated by now. )

So, time to feed the pets, and then keep crocheting. (Most of the yarn's for a blanket, which ... I sense that I'll need more soon, because this thing is shaping up to be huge.)

I got dragged off to go shopping with my mother and sister again a few days ago, along with some other errands (including going to the dump, where I could not resist picking up the novelization of the Constantine movie and yet another of the hilarrible Rogue Angel series at the bookshed). They were the ones who actually needed clothes, but I decided that as long as I was going to be forced to go along with, I might as well buy some more man-jeans, since I've been putting the two pairs I got last time into heavy rotation.

( And I still cannot get over how much easier it is to find exactly the clothes I want in the men's section. ) I came home with four more pairs of man-jeans, and a growing determination to crossdress for the rest of my life.

I saw Little One again, which strengthens my conviction that Little One is a very smart toad, as Calvin has killed another couple squirrels and disemboweled a vole since last time, and yet Little One lives blissfully on beneath the porch and remains untouched. The guinea eggs my mother got three weeks ago are slowly nearing what we have estimated to be their likely hatching date, and I have arranged to invite all my friends over at least once before we all go off to school so that they can see the guinea chicks while they're still in their baby-tribble stage, before they get all gangly (which they will, if their growth pattern is anything like that of chickens).

The HP AU is now sixteen chapters/ninety pages/a little over forty-six thousand words (not counting the chapter headers or the footnotes as words, natch). Which is about how long it should be, given where the story's gotten to. Unfortunately, the Irrelevant Shipfic has also grown. Alas. I've also done a couple more cliché-bingo-based fics; after branching out to some Merlin and some Warehouse 13, I backed up and wrote a few more Hellboy.

( I also watched some more Jeremiah today. ) I have fic to give me Jeremiah/Kurdy, okay; you do not need to keep murdering or otherwise eliminating women on the show. They can have a strong friendship in canon even when there are women around.

I'm hoping to take a few pictures of stuff around my house - Cthulhu, maybe, and some of the views and landmarks, and maybe the house itself, so that I have something to show people at college who've never seen it. I have to remember to do that tomorrow. Also, if it keeps being this hot, I am going to melt. Please, please break, heat wave; if you do not rain like you're supposed to on Friday, weather, I am going to be very put out.