life, liberty and the pursuit of geekiness

Oh, here we go again. Enormous explosions of ancient kerfuffle seem to have become a monthly occurrence in Harry Potter fandom. Everyone seems to have broken out into a fit of memoir-writing. This time, someone's gone for the biggie: the entire Inner Circle, guest-starring all their friends. I was surprised to see that I've been in the fandom for as long as Heidi (summer 2000). I've no temptation to write anything though, as I was oblivious of most that went on.
In the entry below, I note that Crystalwank took place as long ago as April 2004. My years are pastede on yay.

And in other news, I'm having a day off. Closing the quarter, what's that? Actually there's no way we're going to get it done on Monday, or possibly even Tuesday. But right now I couldn't care less.

Those of you who marvel at Mrs Marlow's four babies in 19 months feat, this woman has her beaten: five in 10.

Very early on Sunday morning our electricity cables over the house gave several almighty bangs and put the elctric off for six hours. We had to heat water on the hob to be able to wash.

My dad phoned up BT about the fault in the line. Unhappily, they persist in outsourcing their call centres to India. I have to wonder what the employees make of someone speaking broad Ulster-Scots. I can hardly understand it over the phone and I live in the same country! Mutual unintelligibility is all I can imagine happening. They kept telling us that someone will phone back at two o'clock. Possibly that's two o'clock Himalayan time, because it certainly didn't happen at 2pm BST. Grrr.

I'm toying with the idea of doing NaNo this year. I'm not liking the thought of counting words in longhand (that's the way I write all my first drafts). There are three things I might write: a Star Wars fanfic I've been meaning to write for years, a rather nebulous idea for original SF, or the semi-autobiographical thing that everybody's supposed to write at the first attempt.

I got the broadband all installed, but there's something wrong with the phone line in our road so it won't work. :(

There has been a huge harvest moon the last few nights; low and orange. Almost as bright as day, you might think (it's not; your eyes adapt). We went for a moonlit walk.

Gillian's wedding was yesterday. I went up to it with Christopher and his wife. I wore my long black skirt, black velvet pumps and a green cardigan. Everyone else seemed to be more coordinated between the various parts of their outfits, but oh well.

The service was in Cloughmills, and Peter Jemphrey took it. Not that he had that much to do with the marrying bit, becasue they had their vows off by heart and said them themselves, instead of going 'I will'. Their rings were engraved with 'Psalm 34:3 Love Phil (or Gillian). Her brother Peter was giving her away and the younger boys were ushing (a word we have invented), and Cameron was also doing filming. They gave out little tubes of bubble blow with a heart on the lid, so we had bubbles instead of confetti. It was the first wedding at the church, and they had the new building all finished in time. The entrance is all glass, so there wasn't any surprise when the bride came in. We could see eveything as they were taking photographs outside. Gillian's dress was strapless (as they all are these days) with a full skirt, a sort of golden cream colour, with her hair all curled and flowers in it. Her veil was longer than the skirt; the bridesmaids had to keep rescuing it. They were in a dark pinkish-red, and so was Gillian's mother, except in a suit, natch.

The part of weddings between the ceremony and the reception is always a little dull. We went to the hotel and had tea or coffee while the photographs were being taken. We stopped off for a packet of peanuts on the way. I met Gillian's grandparents (her grandfather knew mine), and the Hamiltons from Galway. Billie though that I must br Christopher's sister or cousin. Phil brought Gillian a little tub of Pringles and fed some to her. Then he made two into a beak and tried to kiss her with it. I took a photo of them doing that because it seemed more normal for them than a lot of the poses they were doing.

Our tabel at the reception consisted entirely of people who had lived in the Donegall Raod house at one time or another, and their SOs. The meal was stuff that they thought most people would like: leek and potato soup, roast beef with Yorkshire pudding, potatoes and vegetables, then a choice of profiteroles or passionfruit brulée for dessert. I almost exploded. Their cake was partly chocolate and partly jam sponge, rather than traditional fruit cake. Which was sensible as far as people not liking things was concerned. It still had marzipan and white icing, so Christopher ended up with extra icing.

Several more ex-Renwick-ites turned up fro the evening party. The buffet was mostly traybakes and sandwiches made by friends. By that time I was getting pretty tired so I didn't dance much, just sat at the table that was surrounded by people I knew (we just kept adding more and more chairs as more people arrived) and tried to talk over the music. Gillian had detatched her veil by this time, I don't know how, because when people hugged her earlier, it made her head go back because it was so securely fastened. I was shedding some green fluff from my cardigan earlier in the day, where the seatbelt had rubbed it, so I didn't hug her then.

They've gone of to a Greek island, whereabouts forgotten from my brain, for the honeymoon. I still can't quite believe that she's married.

The DVD drive on the computer is broken. It won't open, and at start-up a window pops up (screencap below)



It's suddenly become a lot more urgent because my dad decided to buy broadband, and we can't install it without a CD/DVD drive. Help, anyone?

Gakked from slemslempike

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