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Being at work this week has been strange. There is an odd silence, and not much to do. Half the people are still away on holiday. But it gives me lots of time to write, and to mooch about the internet reading mucky stuff that would get me into big trub if anyone looked over my shoulder.

I bought a computer game, Thief. It's quite addictive, and the main player character, Garrett, is all cynical and bitter. If anyone told me a year ago that I would one day want to slash a computer game, I would've given them a hard stare. But now, I really want to slash, or read slash about, this thief character. Oh, what the hell.

Quite random things

Tum te tum.

This is nice, just hanging about online, checking archives and reading anything that pops up that looks interesting. Seems like a long time since I've done such a thing, but it surely can't be that long ago.

I must say, lj is a bountiful source of recs these days too. I can't remember now who recced it, but Corvus Fallere is stuck in my brain like super-strength glue. For some reason (because it's good I suppose!) it's completely hornswoggled me. I don't know if I'm using 'hornswoggled' in it's proper context there, but, frankly, who knows what it means. The story has elements that I'm a sucker for, such as the creation of a convincing and quite chilling feudal system. Angst, suffering and...het sex? Don't know what's going on there, but it hasn't stopped me from enjoying reading it in the slightest.

In other news, M's mum and sister are coming for lunch tomorrow, which should be fun. At last I can show them my collection of melamine! I have a new nail polish for the occasion. It's a two-tone one, going between plum and greeny-bronze. It's called 'Zeitgeist'.

*quiet voice* I have begun writing my Thief 2 slash fic. When it's done, it may be the only piece in existence. It's almost unbelievable that no one else has written any slash for this game, it's crying out for it, for god's sake!

Poetry Corner

If you've ever grown a dahlia in your garden, and seen it blossom when all else is dying, you'll know exactly the feeling described in this poem. I grew a dahlia last year, and this poem made me smile a lot.

Giant Decorative Dahlia

It is easy enough to love flowers but these
had never appealed to me before, so
out of proportion above my garden's
other coloured heads and steady stems.

This spring though, in warm soil, I set
an unnamed tuber, offered cheap, and,
when August came and still no sign,
assumed the slugs had eaten it.

Suddenly it showed;
began to grow, became a small tree.
It was a race between the dingy bud
and the elements. It has beaten
the frost, rears now three feet above
the muddled autumn bed, barbaric petals
pink quilled with tangerine, turning
its great innocent face towards me
triumphantly in the damp afternoon.

I could not deny it love if I tried

Molly Holden