Magnificent Obsession(s)
Jun. 25th, 2002 09:16 pmIt's been an obsessive sort of week, and it's only Tuesday.
My own boys of summer have dropped back to 1/2 game out of first place, behind the Evil Empire. The AL East is completely a two team pennant race--Baltimore is 11 games back. So if the BoSox don't perform their usual disappearing act after the All Star break, we could have the makings of a good old-fashioned pennant race. There's a three game series with the Yanks July 19-21; I think the results of that will be very telling indeed. (Oh, and as that series is here in Yankee Stadium, may I say I would sell my firstborn for tix?)
It's hot, and that has brought my usual bout of summer depression. The research that led to the discovery of winter depression—you know, people who don't get enough sunlight during the dark months—also found a smaller group of people whose bodies don't regulate their brain temperature all that well, and get seasonal depressions in the summer. I'm also very susceptible to heat stroke, which sticks me inside with the AC once the mercury gets above 85F/30C. Ah, for the cooler summers of my birthplace, overrun with tourists though it is. We say: if you didn't live through the winters in Maine, you don't deserve the summers. Hmph.
Is it ethically wrong to be in love with one of my reviewers? Just checking. Not that he sings my praises unduly, but he gets it, you know?
Speaking of which,
raymarie is right. It is beyond shocking that within 36 hours of being posted, Chapter 4 of EWFS has ten reviews. Wtf? Now, I know there are plenty of writers floating about FA, some of whom might even read this post, that don't think that's so much, but I for one am shocked-shocked. Such a reception for a first fic!
Also, I gathered up courage yesterday (well, borrowed courage from
eccentricfemme, actually) and posted a relatively raw fic on the SBRL list. That fic in yesterday's post. And wonder of wonders, people liked it, including the only writer with the power to turn me into a ridiculous fangirl. So, barely six months after I began, I'm on my way to someplace, apparently. Huzzah!
Last one. My total 100% cure for writer's block? An hour of singing. There's nothing like working on a song to focus my mind while emptying it at the same time. Lately I have been obsessed with "My Curse" (it can be found on Gentlemen). Lest you think me a tenor, let me say that "My Curse" is sung by a grrl, as a response of sorts to the rest of the album. Though I would say that the best "response" album to listen to with this one is Fiona Apple's When the Pawn, which I was obsessed with last year, and which I can sing from stem to stern at the drop of a hat. But this week was all about "My Curse"; I sing it every night when I come home. I recommend it to you H/D'ers out there; maybe you can tell me if it's Harry or Draco speaking (I think Draco, but I waver). Lyrics, you say? Sure:
Hurt me baby
I flinch so when you do
Your kisses scourge me
Hyssop in your perfume
Oh, I do not fear you
And slave I only use as a word to describe the special way I feel for you
You look like me
And I look like no one else
We need no other
As long as we have ourselves
But I won't cry about it every time you get obsessed and every time I came undressed
All ugly thoughts are gone now
I'm sure we'll all be friends
I'll try to break your back
You'll try to make amends
Curse softly to me baby and smother me with your love
Temptation comes not from hell but from above
And there's blood on my teeth when I bite my tongue to speak
Zip me down, kiss me there, I can smile now, you won't find out ever
Hurt me baby
I flinch so when you do
Your kisses scourge me
Hyssop in your perfume
Oh I do not fear you
And slave I only use as a word to describe the way I feel when I'm with you
If I have to lie about it, everytime I came undressed
Go Red Sox!
My own boys of summer have dropped back to 1/2 game out of first place, behind the Evil Empire. The AL East is completely a two team pennant race--Baltimore is 11 games back. So if the BoSox don't perform their usual disappearing act after the All Star break, we could have the makings of a good old-fashioned pennant race. There's a three game series with the Yanks July 19-21; I think the results of that will be very telling indeed. (Oh, and as that series is here in Yankee Stadium, may I say I would sell my firstborn for tix?)
It's hot, and that has brought my usual bout of summer depression. The research that led to the discovery of winter depression—you know, people who don't get enough sunlight during the dark months—also found a smaller group of people whose bodies don't regulate their brain temperature all that well, and get seasonal depressions in the summer. I'm also very susceptible to heat stroke, which sticks me inside with the AC once the mercury gets above 85F/30C. Ah, for the cooler summers of my birthplace, overrun with tourists though it is. We say: if you didn't live through the winters in Maine, you don't deserve the summers. Hmph.
Is it ethically wrong to be in love with one of my reviewers? Just checking. Not that he sings my praises unduly, but he gets it, you know?
Speaking of which,
Also, I gathered up courage yesterday (well, borrowed courage from
Last one. My total 100% cure for writer's block? An hour of singing. There's nothing like working on a song to focus my mind while emptying it at the same time. Lately I have been obsessed with "My Curse" (it can be found on Gentlemen). Lest you think me a tenor, let me say that "My Curse" is sung by a grrl, as a response of sorts to the rest of the album. Though I would say that the best "response" album to listen to with this one is Fiona Apple's When the Pawn, which I was obsessed with last year, and which I can sing from stem to stern at the drop of a hat. But this week was all about "My Curse"; I sing it every night when I come home. I recommend it to you H/D'ers out there; maybe you can tell me if it's Harry or Draco speaking (I think Draco, but I waver). Lyrics, you say? Sure:
Hurt me baby
I flinch so when you do
Your kisses scourge me
Hyssop in your perfume
Oh, I do not fear you
And slave I only use as a word to describe the special way I feel for you
You look like me
And I look like no one else
We need no other
As long as we have ourselves
But I won't cry about it every time you get obsessed and every time I came undressed
All ugly thoughts are gone now
I'm sure we'll all be friends
I'll try to break your back
You'll try to make amends
Curse softly to me baby and smother me with your love
Temptation comes not from hell but from above
And there's blood on my teeth when I bite my tongue to speak
Zip me down, kiss me there, I can smile now, you won't find out ever
Hurt me baby
I flinch so when you do
Your kisses scourge me
Hyssop in your perfume
Oh I do not fear you
And slave I only use as a word to describe the way I feel when I'm with you
If I have to lie about it, everytime I came undressed
Go Red Sox!
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Date: 2002-06-26 07:46 am (UTC)Only if it’s wrong for your friends to also be in love with him for the same reasons.
Oh! congrats on the SB/RL! Now I must get the addy from you. Hmmm. I don’t suffer suspense well.
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Date: 2002-06-29 04:23 pm (UTC)Happy Pride Day!
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Date: 2002-06-29 05:05 pm (UTC)--Amanda