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I was so sad because the library wants its books back (actually some poor sod wants the library's books back so they can use them) and I was all "There are fifty flags in Mask of Menander alone! I have to either type up all that or pay through the nose to photocopy the pages I need at the library!"

And then I remembered.

The beautiful, shiny, orgasm-inducing* printer I got for christmas doubles as a scanner/photocopier.

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

*hugs his printer*

So now instead of taking these books to the library I'm going home to photocopy them and take them in tomorrow. Really I should buy my own copy of Mask of Menander anyway (this is how Wimseyan libraries start. First I bought Darian Leader's "Stealing the Mona Lisa"...then I bought Mask of Menander...and suddenly I had a collection of ancient Hindu porn.)

* I'm easily pleased by electronic toys. I've never owned a printer before.

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As long as we're on the subject of dreams....

I found this written in my posting-client window this morning. I think I woke up around four-thirty to write it. I can't really recall. Usually I do write my dreams in narrative form. You all get the hackneyed first-person crap I write when a dream puzzles as opposed to entertains. :D I don't think I was actually the artist. I think I was the boy.

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A popular children's book artist hates his popularity. He devises a puzzle contest for children to discover the location of a gallery containing his next work, and the date on which it will open, hoping no one will uncover it. When a horde of children show up, he sighs and waves them on, and they casually mention that they just followed one boy there.
The artist looks at the boy and thinks, aha, they've sent me my apprentice, finally.

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Also: Lord Peter Wimsey fic.

Title: The Secret Library
Summary: Peter's library has a wide variety of books -- wider, in fact, than Harriet ever dreamed. Set post-Gaudy, pre-Busman. Spoilers for Strong Poison, Have His Carcase, Gaudy Night.

Commentary post-hack: Archived at Storyteller.

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Best.

Remix assignment.

EVAR.

*snogs [info]musesfool, runs off*

Commentary post-hack: She assigned me to Blythely, a friend whose work she knew I loved.

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The latest comment on Always a Woman, the FA summary of which reads, in part, "Remus Lupin and Bellatrix Black? Not if Sirius has anything to say about it....Sirius/Bellatrix, Remus/Sirius."

I did not like that one because Sirius and his cousin together are just wrong and Remus and Sirius together are even more wrong.

Oh honey. You are in for a world of porny pain. And not the good kind.

How much more explicit do I have to get than "Sirius/Bellatrix, Remus/Sirius"?

Also, wow, Wimseyfans are picky. It's fabulous. *revels in all the geekcrit*

ETA: Ground Buffalo was on sale at the healthfood store. WILDEBEEST SPAGHETTI FOR DINNER YAY.