Hello podficcer!

I want to say thank you for doing this for me, I am super looking forward to it! I'm sure it's going to be absolutely amazing!
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I think that's about it. If you have anymore questions Bessyboo can probably gauge my interests pretty well and any questions via the mods are always welcome.

Thank you so much again! I am thrilled and excited for this!

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I was looking at my flist and I noticed over half of you were on the verge of deathly illness and/or just having rotten weeks so far. To which I saw I am sorry guys, sickness= suckness.

*hugs and extra strength illness killer for everyone!*

Maybe this will help? It's a parody and hilarious and yet occasionally touching and awesome:



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Howdy there flisties.

In somewhat new (but not because Liz is terrible at keeping people informed when it involves personal things) news, the Awesome Ladies Podfic Anthology II is up over here!

And in ever more awesome news I contributed this year! I read samescenes wonderful fic This Heart is a Stone and it was incredibly fun!

In other news, it is Monday and I am having a somewhat awful day despite the fact that I don't even work! I did not sign up for this when it came to new exhausting job. I may just have to give in and take a nap and hope it's all a bit more manageable then.

I hope everyone else's day is going good!

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So my roommate recorded an episode of Durarara for me.

We're about halfway through it and I literally have NO IDEA WHAT IS GOING ON. THIS GUY IS DOING A VOICE OVER? THIS DUDE IS HIGH SCHOOLER BUT NOT? THERE ARE ABOUT FIFTEEN NARRATIVES GOING ON AT ONCE?

My real question is, do you ever figure out wtf is going on?

(Still not as mind fuckery as Penguindrum though, thank god)

Edit: OMG I TAKE IT BACK. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FIGHT. CAN THE WHOLE SHOW BE ABOUT THIS?

(The narration is still annoying as hell though.)

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Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Pairings/Character: John/Sherlock

Summary: "At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it." - Arthur Golden, Memoirs Of A Geisha

Warnings: GIANT SPOILERS FOR REICHENBACH FALL

Music: Ghosts 1 - NIN




DL link: large dl (44mb)

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I have pretty much ONE THING to say about SH2.
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I am such a jumbled up mess right now that I really shouldn't be writing a post.

And yet.

Last night I went and watched a last piece of my childhood end. I sat down with trepidation, not for the book to movie changes or anything like that but trepidation for the fact that Harry, my Harry and his world, was at the last chapter.

I don't think I'm exaggerating when I saw I grew up with Harry (and Ron and Hermoine and Neville and Draco and...). I grew up with his faults and triumphs and broke them apart, compared them to my own and learned how to fight my own battles because he did what a Gryffindor does and taught me courage.

I took him with me through moves and new friends and always found the best people to love because they too loved Harry and knew exactly what the magic was. I still treasure the third book because it was a gift from my Grandmother for Christmas and the sixth book was my parents gift to me after surviving a horrible summer job.

Harry Potter has been milestones and tears and cheering and love. Above all love. Because if there is ever one thing to take away from those books and those movies is that love is, and always will be, great. It may be hard and full of anger and pain and love doesn't mean it's every going to be easy but it is great and can do amazing things. Voldemort was a piteous and a pitiful man for the very absence of love in him and Harry Potter was a great man because of the people he loved and who loved him.

It taught me so much more as well about the power of companionship and knowledge and hope. I owe a huge debt of thanks to JKR for this marvelous and powerful story she unraveled into my life. I don't think I've ever loved a story like I've loved Harry Potter and I am so grateful that as I went tonight, to the very last part, I got to be with my nearest and dearest.

So last night I sat down with trepidation in my heart because I didn't think I was ever ready for it to be over and I stood up in today with a joy in my heart because despite all the sorrow and pain and loss, Harry triumphed. And even though I knew he would, even if I knew every outcome it didn't make it any less gratifying.

And as sad as I am to see it go, to see that wonderful and amazing chapter end, I know it's never fully done and just because the movies I adored have finally come to an end, the love I have for them is unchanged.

Thank you David Yates for finishing off the movies in a wonderful fashion and being my favorite HP director. Thank you JKR for, well, everything. And thank you Harry Potter for growing up with me.

It was a wonderful ride wasn't it?

(Squee review (and oh is there squee) tomorrow, promise guys, I'm just too emotional right now)

Granted I'm usually not home during the fourth but trick of the dates and everything means I get a super long weekend (I'm not even going back to work until wednesday) and that's pretty neat.

I'm not going out to see fireworks this year but I can hear them from my house. I love things that are distinctly summer like that, fan going in the window, the pop of fireworks in the distance and that relief as the house finally starts cooling down. I may complain about the heat occasionally but I live for summer.

In other news my peonies finally started loving me and have started blooming.



They are such gaudy, beautiful blossoms. I can't wait until they all show up.

Tired, throat sore from massive amounts of talking, eyes hurt and a stubborn inability to move.

It was a fantastic con. I was on a few panels this time and i'm sort of addicted now, a chance to just talk at people? I was clearly born for this. I also met like the best group of slash fans ever (especially since we managed to have three panels on it, which is pretty epic dude) and had/have a deep deep wish to put them in my pocket and take them home with me.

I'll probably do a better write up later (although I didn't take a huge amount of pictures this time, alas) but right now I'm laying on my bed, in front of the fan and soaking up the cool air. Which is a fairly nice way to end the day I must say.

However the peonies by my front door still mock me, they are so close to bursting that I know they're just holding back from spite. Curse you beautiful flowers.