The Phantom Librarian

Chapter Eighteen of Shifts is up at SQ, with all references to any possible reaction Remus has to silver removed from it. I've never believed that he has one... why on earth did I put that in there?

Oh, well. That was in the whole build-up to Remus not being there much while Harry was there for Christmas, and I think I was just reaching for stuff.

You know, when I was younger, what I wanted more than anything in the world was to win an Oscar. Now, I can't even be arsed to turn the tv on and I care more about the best and worst dresses than the best actresses.

As a SW fan, do I care that La Nat didn't win? Not really. I'm not much of a cast fan anyway--I don't dislike them, but with the exception of Hayden Christensen, I really don't tend to go a country mile to see them in something, either. And Christensen's kind of iffy, though I'm glad I went to see Shattered Glass for him. (Harrison Ford doesn't count; it's a rare HF movie that you actually would need to make an effort to see.) So, no, although La Nat is on my mousepad, I don't really care that she didn't win, nor was I expecting her to.

Shrug. There hasn't been a movie out that I've especially cared about for awhile; maybe some year when I've actually enjoyed a few movies, I'll have a more vested interest.

I really need to research before I set something somewhere. I guessed properly that there would be cliffs leading to the sea in the Orkneys, but, er, according to Wikipedia, the islands are notable for their lack of trees, which kind of rules out the trees behind Lupin's little shack. Though I did find out that there are several uninhabited ones, so that's a plus, as a wizard with no money might still find something close to the sea, as long as it's not on an island inhabited by Muggles already. Maybe he's on the Isle of Drear with the Hairy MacBoons. ;)

Borrowed from a few people. I'm looking at it and thinking, "Damn, why isn't it telling me what I got wrong?!" (My HS bio teacher haunts me. I got a 98 on my Regents exam and she came up to me in the hall, looking annoyed, and said, "What did you get wrong?")

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According to the 2000 Census, there are 7,424,929 more women than men over the age of 21 in the U.S.--92.7 men per 100 women.

Sigh. So there isn't someone for everyone (Kenny Rogers sings in my head, "And Tommy's love was Becky..."). In fact, we could populate Manhatten with people for whom there isn't someone, and still have the same housing difficulties they have. And the older we get, the worse the odds get. Oh, sure, technically at the 34 year old point, I'm at the very last gasp where there are roughly equal numbers (in fact, more men, by a slight margin), but next year, the numbers start going down. And I haven't exactly had good luck when the numbers were slightly in my favor.

Weep, weep, weep. Poor me.

I think I wouldn't mind it as much if I were one of the "A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle" crew (you know, the ones saying that when they can't decide which man that they're dangling from their fingertips will be honored with a callback). But I like guys. Honestly. I've got nothing against them as a class. Oh, well.