Seriously. That's a lot of snores for an animal that size.
This morning, a phrase from one of my own fics came to mind: "wistful remnants of hair." I decided to reread its source, my J. Alfred Prufrock fanfic poem from last December. I'm still really, really impressed with it (parts are like, Damn, I actually wrote that?) Googling the phrase took me to the AO3 listing of it, where I noticed that nickelmountain read and left kudos on it long before we actually met via Wincon! \o/
(Also, if you happen to be a podficcer, I see that you can link your offerings up on AO3, that's totally a thing. Just saying.)
Dracula: Still watching, despite the historical anachronisms and other issues. HOW do you cast Jonathan Rhys-Meyers in a role that should make use of his inexplicable sexiness, and then ruin his looks with a ridiculous goatee and stamp out his marvelous voice with a bad, ear-grating American accent? Really, the voice might be the dealbreaker before any of the other ridiculous stuff. Though last week's episode had a little slashy secondary-character moment that made my heart zing, because I'm just that pervy.
Interesting New York Review Of Books Essay on Women and The Game Of Thrones that makes me think I should maybe give the TV series another try, in spite of the offensive T&A female exploitation. *tries to motivate self*
Finally: how sad is it that my first reaction to this Blue Pueblo Tumblr photo is to feel threatened and slightly sick? Damn my acrophobia!