*grin*

It still makes me laugh, that I wrote a fic where Severus is snarky as ever, and he needs a cane (leg was amputated after the battle where Voldemort was defeated) ... and people kept comparing him to House. I hadn't even seen the show, though I'd heard of it, at that point. Now I'm addicted. I wonder why!

During the next seven weeks, I will list seven things that I'm grateful/glad/fangirly about, each time I'm annoyed/disappointed/discouraged.

1. Jane Austen
2. subvers
3. Mom
4. bambu345
5. Matthew Macfayden
6. Thomas Newman
7. chocolate

This is number two out of seven; I listed my first of seven posts in February and promptly forgot about it.

Ganked from celisnebula:

( My Interests Collage! )

... hot chocolate with whipped cream on top, a really decadent, fudge-covered brownie with chocolate shavings, and a great movie with a truly dishy man on the DVD. (Colin Firth is beautiful, and he was amazing as Darcy, but there's something about Matthew Macfayden in this role that just makes me drool and go weak at the knees.) It doesn't even matter that I'm at work -- and actually working.

(I know; you're thinking, It's August and she's drinking hot chocolate?! Yup. My desk is directly under an air conditioning vent, and it's always freezing.)

It makes up for the Slim-Fast shake I had for lunch.

Back to work!

Alan Rickman has one of those voices that a woman hears, and then she starts to unbutton things.

Works for me!

On the subject of Boyfriends.

I don't have one at the moment. Not the kind that most people think of when they hear the word 'boyfriend.'

But Boyfriends, those are a different thing. I have about a dozen that I can think of, right off the bat. See, I learned this usage of the word from a coworker at the place where I work. She counts the late Richard Harris (yes, the original -- and in my opinion only -- Dumbledore) and Ashton Kutcher among her Boyfriends. She also happens to be married, mother of three, and in her early fifties. My second or third week of work, I visited her cubicle and saw all these pictures plastered all over the walls. Cute young men, cute older men, men whose faces look like five miles of rugged Irish back road (okay, one man; that was Harris), and photos of her family. Wondering what this is, I commented on her photo gallery, and she introduced me to each celebrity whom she fancies. I finally understood what she was talking about when she said, "Boyfriend." This is her term for celebrity hunks whom she's never met, but whose work she enjoys, and they're easy on the eyes, to boot!

She then made the mistake of asking me if I had any Boyfriends. I got all giggly; I have a list, you see. Numbered. Not recorded anywhere, but there are ten. To start out with.

And I'm going to London to see Boyfriend Number One. Ewan McGregor is going to be performing in "Guys and Dolls" at the Picadilly Theatre in London's West End. I am pinching pennies to get there before the summer's over. I don't want to go during heavy tourist season, but the weather should still be nice as summer's fading into autumn.

Things to do in London:

See one of Shakespeare's plays performed by the Royal Shakespeare Company (Twelfth Night rocks!)
Watch lovely Ewan sing and dance his heart out while I swoon in the audience for two or three hours.
See the Tower of London and Big Ben.
Spend an entire afternoon on Charing Cross Road. Find out where Marks & Co. (84, Charing Cross Road) was.
Have my picture taken at King's Cross Station, between platforms 9 and 10.
Just walk around the city, getting acquainted with it. I intend to get lost every single day I'm there.

Today's song (sung by the Moody Blues) is dedicated to Boyfriend Number One, who, if I'm not mistaken, started performing in "Guys and Dolls" this week. I'm coming, Gorgeous! I'd tell you to break a leg, but with my luck, you probably would, and then be out of commission for the duration of my holiday.