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I had a dream last night where I was trying to explain to a lady of about 60 years old what "Snuna" was. We were standing by a greeting card rack in a bookstore-plus-coffee shop that was at the bottom of some steps underneath a therapist's office (where the therapist in question shared the name of my husband's psychiatrist, but didn't look at all the same). Apparently there were some kind of postcards or something on the rack that bore the word in largish, sparkling gold and black letters, and she decided I was a good person to ask this question of. (Well, she was right; but it was still a little odd.) I sat there for some time explaining "smush names" to her and she seemed very interested!

...my brain...

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I had a dream last night where I was trying to explain to a lady of about 60 years old what "Snuna" was. We were standing by a greeting card rack in a bookstore-plus-coffee shop that was at the bottom of some steps underneath a therapist's office (where the therapist in question shared the name of my husband's psychiatrist, but didn't look at all the same). Apparently there were some kind of postcards or something on the rack that bore the word in largish, sparkling gold and black letters, and she decided I was a good person to ask this question of. (Well, she was right; but it was still a little odd.) I sat there for some time explaining "smush names" to her and she seemed very interested!

...my brain...

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Signups are now open for less_for_you! Go forth my hordes of darkness and prostrate yourselves upon the sacrificial slab sign up!

(Man, I gotta get a grip on this advertising business.)

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Signups are now open for less_for_you! Go forth my hordes of darkness and prostrate yourselves upon the sacrificial slab sign up!

(Man, I gotta get a grip on this advertising business.)

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I think I need serious help. I just filked an Oklahoma! song in a babb_chronicles post:

[the fic quote:] It was a beautiful day, Voldemort was dead, dead, dead!

There's a faint golden haze over Hogwarts,
There's a dawn-golden haze over Hogwarts
Tom got it all wrong 'bout that ol' Elder Wand
An' it looks like his downfall went just as was planned

Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Voldemort has died today.

All the students are standin' like statues,
All the house elves are standin' like statues
They don't turn their heads as they see me walk by,
But Neville Longbottom is winkin' his eye.

Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Voldemort has died today.

All those mem'ries from Snape in the Pensieve,
All those mem'ries from Snape in the Pensieve
They kind of disturbed me 'bout him an' my mum,
But I guess I could still name a kid after 'um!

Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Voldemort has died today.

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(In my defense, I have precedence within my own life. We did this musical in high school, and a few of the boys filked some of the songs and performed them at one of the cast parties. There was supposed to be some sort of Los Angeles theme, as I recall, which is pretty rich for a bunch of kids from the south San Francisco Bay. "There's a dark smoggy haze on the skyline..." is all I remember of this one. Better "Everything's Up to Date in Kansas City": "I counted twenty drive-bys in the neighbourhood / Every time I tried to push some pot / 'Nen I put my ear to a 900 number an' a strange womern started talkin' hot" "To you?" "What next!"...)

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I think I need serious help. I just filked an Oklahoma! song in a babb_chronicles post:

[the fic quote:] It was a beautiful day, Voldemort was dead, dead, dead!

There's a faint golden haze over Hogwarts,
There's a dawn-golden haze over Hogwarts
Tom got it all wrong 'bout that ol' Elder Wand
An' it looks like his downfall went just as was planned

Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Voldemort has died today.

All the students are standin' like statues,
All the house elves are standin' like statues
They don't turn their heads as they see me walk by,
But Neville Longbottom is winkin' his eye.

Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Voldemort has died today.

All those mem'ries from Snape in the Pensieve,
All those mem'ries from Snape in the Pensieve
They kind of disturbed me 'bout him an' my mum,
But I guess I could still name a kid after 'um!

Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Voldemort has died today.

-----

(In my defense, I have precedence within my own life. We did this musical in high school, and a few of the boys filked some of the songs and performed them at one of the cast parties. There was supposed to be some sort of Los Angeles theme, as I recall, which is pretty rich for a bunch of kids from the south San Francisco Bay. "There's a dark smoggy haze on the skyline..." is all I remember of this one. Better "Everything's Up to Date in Kansas City": "I counted twenty drive-bys in the neighbourhood / Every time I tried to push some pot / 'Nen I put my ear to a 900 number an' a strange womern started talkin' hot" "To you?" "What next!"...)