post-trip potpourri

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Snusa bunny sighting, whee! *sharpens cleaver, smushes garlic, rinses chopsticks*

A pixychelle phrasing that's stuck with me ever since I first read it has been how she's more "a fan of the fandom" than the actual HP books, because that's totally true of me. It was fanfic and RPGs that propelled me into reading them after HBP came out, and it's probably fair to say that I've never actually read or reread canon for its own sake - it's always been in order to case and recheck the background for my own fic, or to develop the Sayers-Rowling presentations (AFAIK, my first citing in Wikipedia is in a footnote for an article about JKR's influences), or for the kidlit encyclopedia entry I was working on earlier this year. I've always been more dazzled by the possibilities inherent in the Potterverse than the source text or plot.

Which I suppose is a seriously peculiar way to interact with a text that has zero pretensions or aspirations of being anything more than pop fiction, but then, I never pretended not to be peculiar. :-)

One of my chores this past weekend was clearing the old and ooky stuff out of my mom's fridge. There were these plump purple vacumn-packed squids that made me instantly think, "Oh, if only valis2 were here..." :-)

The subconscious seems to have settled down for the moment - last night's dreams were much more pleasant than last week's string of cauchemars. There was a hurt/comfort scenario with a really hot New Zealand guy, and then there was a scene with movie!Neville and a magic chicken that produced gigantic yet delicate patchwork eggs with bits of gold. He sold me two for a quarter outside of a college bookstore, and I stuck one in my overcoat.

Yeah, it's weird, but for my subconscious, this counts as good behavior. I fully expect it to whack me with something out of far left field now that I've started jotting down notes for Snusa.