Anso`s fics

Neat article over here that starts out:

( Can I be complimentary, my dear Watson? We celebrate flashy, insensitive Holmes, but it’s his sidekick’s common sense, bravery and friendship that we should admire )

It's minus 2 degrees outside, with a very cold wind, and it keeps trying to snow. It's nitherin'.

I all but froze, waiting for the taxi to bring me home from the cinema. Only half a dozen of us were daft enough to brave the weather to go see New Moon.

At least it's nice and warm at home.

I spent all this afternoon registering with job sites. No work in my area at present but at least I've gone through the motions. Hopefully things will pick up after the New Year.

So, I went to get a flu shot yesterday and now I have the monkey rage virus.

Okay, not exactly. I've had a sore throat for a couple days but no real sickliness. So, yesterday, when the Da called to tell me about the free flu shots that the county flu clinic was giving away I figured I might as well go get one. The shot itself was relatively painless and I was in and out of there pretty quickly. But around 9PM last night I started feeling a little woozy and I woke up today vaguely sickish. I figure that I was coming down with a head cold and that plus the flu shot has overtaxed my immune system just a bit. I'm pretty sure I'll feel better by tomorrow.

Oh, December, you're really not as adorable as you think you are.

"Inside, quick!" I ordered, and it wasn't until I had Mary safe inside and the curtains pulled over the doors that I breathed again. I glared at the prosecutor, who was trying not to look as if he were seriously inconvenienced by Stamford's grip. "Where did you disappear to?"

"I went to fetch the bailiff, so he could escort you back to the court," he stammered, the rehearsed words sounding hollow, no doubt, even to his own ears.

"You went so you'd have an alibi for whatever happened to me," I corrected him. "What hold does he have over you?"

Before I could answer there came another whistle, two-toned, and the carriage driver below me snapped his reins. By some remembered battle instinct I dropped to the ground, more than half convinced that I heard the beesong of a passing bullet as I pulled Mary down alongside me, although I did not hear the report of a rifle. Behind us the French doors which gave access to the balcony broke under the strain of being jammed open by Stamford, who had the prosecutor by the arm and was using him as a battering ram. "What have you done with Watson?"

Your lovely card arrived today

Moriarty's bruisers must have witnessed Mary's display of weapons expertise in the courtroom, for the moment they heard her voice they let me go and made for the balcony rail. Mary came quickly over to help me up and we watched as they hobbled their way into the crowd.

"What the hell was that all about?" I snarled, once I'd regained the speaking tube.

"Mr. Merridew's one requirement was that he see you in pain, and you are far too honest for pretense. I suggest you eschew stoicism when you return to your seat, doctor. I, too, keep my promises."

I actually wrote something, lol! I was inspired by Llinos' new grandson, Ellis, a lovely photo of whom can be seen below (I hope! I don't remember how to do any of this posting stuff!)...


It's a double-drabble over on Stories of Arda called Worthy Of The Name.

OMG, obeliamedusa! I got your card! It is wonderful, thank you!

I'm in a singular mood today. I stayed up way too late reading Jane Eyre. For some reason I couldn't fall asleep until I'd finished it, even though I already knew what happened at the end. It's been really interesting to read it now, as an adult, and find things in it that I never noticed as an adolescent. I think when I was a kid I expected more of a romance and was left rather confused when it didn't pan out the way I thought it would (not that Jane Eyre isn't a romance, but it's other things as well). I can feel a longer post building in me on the subject so I won't say much more, at this time. Suffice it to say that I very much enjoyed it.

Also, Charlotte Bronte's preface where she thanks her friends and lays into her critics is one of the wankiest things I've ever read. It was marvelous and lolarious. I don't know why, but seeing her threaten to take her toys and go home made me clap like a loon. It's always nice to be reminded that wank is universal.

I am done with finals, but not quite done with law school projects. I have to put together a contract for Advanced Writing, and while briefs and office memos fill me with dread, contracts are vaguely comforting. I'm good at contracts, I really am. I am the rare law student who doesn't want to litigate for anything. Most law students are all "I will save the world and mold it in the way that I desire!" where I just want a quiet, interesting job that will pay the bills and give me space to do other things as well.

OMG, I'm talking in pseudo-Bronte, aren't I? My brain is a freakish verbal sponge that sometimes makes me sound like a pretentious twit. But hey, better that than sounding like douchey ponytail, mansplainer guy from my entertainment law class. OMG, I hated that guy. I wanted to strangle him with his own ponytail, I really did.

I have an account over at Archive of Our Own and have been slowly importing my fic to that site. I just really love the idea of a place made by fandom, for fandom, you know? It makes me smile.

( And if it does, it's a VERY long video of the Sherlock Holmes press conference. )

I grabbed for the chair in front of me, having no better weapon to hand, and swung it around as I turned to rise, striking the legs of the hooligan nearest me and forcing him back. But the other brute was equipped with a carriage whip, and before I could reach him he laid another line of fire across my arm and left shoulder. I bellowed with the pain of it and charged at him, but my grip had loosened, and between them Moriarty's men wrested the chair away from me. Luckily, a cry from the doorway interrupted us.

"John!"

Anyone else not been getting lj comments forwarded to their email addy for the past few weeks?

Or should I allow my paranoia full rein?

I just signed this petition and I hope you will too. Avaaz has a worldwide outreach, and while I don't always agree with them, I do think that it's important that the countries which are contributing the most to the problem (especially my own) are not allowed to walk away from the table without a real agreement.

If you're on the fence about the need for action, I suggest that you think about what would be the worst that could come of the two choices we have. Going on as if there is no danger is harmless only if catastrophic climate change doesn't happen. If it does, not only our economies will be endangered, but also the food on our tables, the air we breathe, and the cities, towns, and villages along our coasts. Worst of all the ocean ecosystems would fail, and that rich source of food and raw materials destroyed.

If we act to restrict carbon into the air -- or better yet, reduce what is already there to 350ppm, which is the number that the scientist who has the best track record of predicting what we have seen over the past twenty years -- some large companies will have to change their means of getting money, and some jobs will disappear or be reduced. (That's what they mean when they say the economy will suffer.) Some of us might have to change our minds about nuclear energy. (I already have.) But I have a good deal of faith in human ingenuity, and I'm pretty sure that "green" jobs will come along, and that continued access to food and water will prevent regional wars that would only make things worse.

It's like a truth functional logic.

If A (no action needs be taken) is true, then nothing happens
If A is not true, then everything goes to habakkuk. Both the climate and the economies of the world go down the tubes.

If B is not true (we need to take action now), then we might lose some jobs and some economies might struggle for a while. (And gosh, that never happens for other reasons, right?)
If B is true (we need to take action now), then the sooner we take action, the less action we have to take. And while there might be a fluctuation in jobs for a while, eventually a stable climate will allow economies to stabilize as well.

I raised my chin, although he could not see me. "My oaths were given to Queen and Country," I said. "And after today you will find it difficult to convince me that you are acting in the best interests of either one."

To my everlasting astonishment, he laughed. "Very well. Keep your side of the bargain and I will hold the women and children out of bounds. But Merridew, for all he is a fool, has been promised something."

A whistle blew, and at that signal I was struck from behind with such force that I fell to my knees.

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It has to be the concussion, Watson thought frantically, although how the hallucination had managed to involve more senses than sight he could not fathom. Never had a dream smelled so sharply of soot and ash, never had one tasted so clearly of fear. The small hairs on his arms stood up in gooseflesh, and then shrivelled away as the heat poured over him.

He stumbled backwards as the woman in the fire smiled and raised a tendril of flame in greeting. Her voice came out of the conflagration, hissing like soft coals alight in a furnace. "Hello, John, dear."

Although actually, this picture is from something called "Black Death".

Still Sean Bean is always nice to look at.

"Is it an injustice for me to ensure that my friend Merridew shall receive some compensation for his injuries at your hand?"

"If it's compensation he's after and not revenge you could have come to me and asked for money. Look, Holmes didn't ask for a guarantee that I should go free; merely that you allow the jury to make their decision based on the truth."

"It sounds as if you are getting very little reward for your loyalty, doctor. Perhaps you should consider changing allegiances. The guarantees you seek would be yours, of course, should you accept my offer."