Things that fall under completely not okay:

Hearing Christmas music before the official six-weeks-before-Christmas mark. Exactly six weeks to go before Father Christmas arrives? Blast all the bloody sleigh bells you want. Six weeks and one day? No. Non. Nein. Nee. Net. Không. Ei. Just fucking no.

I'm one for breaking the rules whenever bloody possible, but Christmas music is not one of those times. Either it's six weeks before Christmas, or it's Christmas in July. Those are the only acceptable times. Period. And that six weeks mark falls on November 13th.

Are we clear?

Excellent.

In other news, I put up some enchanted mistletoe in the doorway and above the Floo, so if you're coming over, be prepared to snog someone. I'm not at all responsible for who that winds up being.

While I don't think my Halloween costume this year is all that inventive, it could be worse. Much worse.

( cut for awkwardly disturbing photograph! )

Really? Really? Don't lie -- who's actually planning on wearing this?

So the plans for the costume I've been dying to wear all year fell through, thanks to unforeseen scarring, and I'm on the hunt for another one.

Nothing cheesy or overdone. Nothing morally off. Nothing dead. And preferably something that lets me go around all night and throw stuff at people.

Je m'appelle Rosalind. Je suis un guérisseur. J'ai vingt-trois ans. J'aime mon travail. Ma famille est la meilleure. J'ai une mère, un père, une sœur et deux frères. J'habite à Camden. J'apprends le français. Il est amusant.

C'est terrible écriture.

In other news, I've fractured my left foot, Nick wants to take me out on a date, I figured out how to knit scarves, Puddlemere lost, and I'm thinking about buying a plant. Maybe basil. I might not have minded my dull moments. I think I'd like some of them back now.

LiLu! You mentioned a Halloween party, right? Are there any takers for hosting it? Or are Ted and I going to have to throw this thing to make sure it's halfway decent?

( Filtered to Ted )

A list of things I'd like to do before I die, in no particular order:

+ Stay up all night and watch the sun rise.
+ Walk the Great Wall of China.
+ Retire.
+ Have one day when I'm not worried about something.
+ Spend all day, sunrise to sunset, on the beach with my beautiful wife.
+ Cruise down the Amazon.
+ New Year's Eve in Times Square, NYC.

Better late than never, putting together a list like this, eh?

Do my children even still use this thing?

My ex-wife is going on vacation and I haven't had sex in-

Alright kids, if you're around, pops would like to see you before he leaves for Cambodia in three seven weeks. You know, if I could actually count weeks properly ...

Added via dictoquill. He's not used to using one, hence the added in narrative.

It really is a rather good thing that Vic came back when she did because looks like I'll be out for a bit. Before my family worries, I'm not bled. No, not bled, dead. I'm not dead. Stupid quill, erase that will you? Bloody hell, can't you scratch that out? Whatever, I guess not.

So, mum, Cao, da, Viola-I'm totally fine. Healers say the fingers will regrow and it's a bit painful but hey this is what I chose as a career.

Also, for the record, don't play tug of war with a baby dragon. They always win.

I realize that it has been discussed here already, but I really am quite excited for our pending trip to Prague.  In all my travels, I have never been to the Czech Republic, and exploring a new country with Harmony is something I am quite eager for!

My research is yielding an ever-increasing list of places to visit.  Prague Castle, the largest ancient castle in the world; the Charles Bridge over the Vltava river, decorated with thirty baroque statues and statuaries, often considered to be one of the most astonishing gothic-style structures in the world; and Petřín, a large hill in the center of Prague, which also includes the Petřín funicular.  I suspect the list will change as the trip gets closer, but it's a decent start.

[Filter: Harmony]
I've made our hotel reservation.  A classic room at U Raka house in Hradčany.  It's a small, family-run establishment.  A colleague recommended it to me, adding that their proviso of not allowing young children to stay makes the atmosphere quite becoming.  I know that we'll have much to do outside of the hotel, of course- unlike our other trips abroad- but it seemed fitting nonetheless.
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I've been feeling flighty. It's really not a thing I'm used to. You know, not feeling as though I can't go beyond 100 kilometers of where I was born for longer than a week.

And a week's kind of long.

But I'm starting to feel it.

Maybe I'm having a mid quarter life crisis. It sort of feels like... in a good way, though. But maybe that's just the insanity speaking.

My first week back at the reserve was interesting.

And by interesting, I mean I still have all my fingers, toes, limbs, etc., and only have one very small new scar from when the baby bit me. My fault, of course - poor thing was sleeping, and I accidentally woke him up.

But overall, a success. It's nice to feel worthwhile again instead of a lazy layabout who knows the entire daytime television schedule, yet can't name the Minister for Magic. You know who you are.

I do miss the soaps though. Strangely addicting, those, and I'm afraid I'll never find out who fathered Rhonda's ---



Shit on a bloody stick the size of a fucking tree. One thing I don't miss: late night emergency calls. Who needs sleep, right?

My parents are having another kid.

Nothing like a reminder that your parents are still having sex to make you want to move.


[Filter: Allan]
It's weird. There's just no other way to describe it. I was weird when I was 10 and Claudia was born, and it'll be even weirder when I'm 23 and this new one's born.

Here I thought you'd be next, Al.

Can I stay at yours a couple of days?

It's official - as of next week, I'll be back on the dragon reserve. It's about damn time. I'm also pretty sure the reserve healer thinks I'm mad for screeching and tackling him (and offering to name my first born after him if he gave me the all-clear), but hey, not my problem.

Filtered: all Weasleys/Delacours/Potters
The healer gave me the all clear to return to work next Monday. Dragon babies, here I come.

I hate fall.


Filtered to Weasleys

Has anyone heard from Molly?

I want to be in a band.

And not wait on people anymore. They're rude. Sigh.

For the record, if you find the right beer, the vanilla ice cream and beer combination is pure, unadulterated bliss.

( Filtered to Ted )

TED.

We need beer, and we need ice cream. Stat.

This is either going to taste like vanilla unicorn piss or alcoholic liquid sunshine.