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It's past midnight, and now my time is my own... some peace, some quiet, some privacy at last. I'm feeling particularly happy tonight, as I discoverd some new sites and new stories (Merry/Pippin stories, some good ones too) -- thus proving to myself that I have not quite yet unearthed every single blessed scrap of M/P fiction on the internet. Ever the optimist!

I was a tad bit unnerved yesterday to discover that by being linked as a friend of Daisy's my journal entries are automatically put up on her friends page. I truly hadn't expected that, and it was enough to send me back into my shell for the day. I'd thought to bare my deepest, darkest thoughts and secrets to my journal -- fully expecting that nobody would really see them. But.. . what the hell. I must have wanted to take up this LJ account for a reason -- maybe my ego is seeking some kind of outlet; perhaps it's time for a bit more freedom and letting go of some of the shyness, eh? After all, there is still a great deal of refreshing anonymity here -- I find that quite liberating, and besides, if y'all hadn't been having such a good time, I wouldn't have been tempted to join the party!

Ah, and here is my favorite Tarot card:


Which tarot card are you?

Seeing as how I have a fairly Pippinish spirit, it doesn't surprise me in the least. My *other* favorite card, though, is Strength -- The Empress. I always wanted to pet that lion...

Oh, and can anybody point me to some better mood icons? These smiley faces are driving me nuts

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The department had its end of year party today. Oh, I have the most talented grad students... great poetry readings and theatrical monologues. But my favorite thing was the shirt one of them wore: it said something along the lines of "Real men wear condoms.... or beat it." I roared when I saw that! I do love these students.

On another note: I am utterly, divinely, inescapably ruined. There is absolutely no doubt about it. I don't see anything any more, but that it pertains to Merry & Pippin. For instance: I used to be a dedicated Star Wars fan. Loved it, loved it -- every single episode. I even forgave the bad parts, like Jar Jar Binks. But when I went to see the latest Clone episode? Instead of Anakin and Padme romping in that meadow, I'm envisioning Pip and Merry. Mmmm, maybe with plums. Or apples. Who cares which? Sticky fruit of some sort, yummm. And in front of the fireplace. And every time Anakin got a sulky expression on his face, I wondered how it would look on Pippin. (And boy, could Ani sulk...) See what I mean? Midlife crisis: gotta love it.

And what a pity I'm so tuned out of television -- I had no idea those MTV movie awards were happening, and missed the whole thing. Drat.

Flash: Look, I got a picture up! That's Pippin, on Weathertop! Actually, no, I didn't do a thing -- my dear darling husband once again saved me. I keep trying to get him to read some of this great slash, but he's not interested. Go figure. But he doesn't mind supporting my habit. Good guy.