A general sense of awed-ness.

New as I am to the world of fanfic, I've never said this before. I know some people who write fanfic who are so talented, I'm amazed. No, really! I won't name names, out of fear of carelessly insulting somebody by neglecting to name them, but some of you are... well, that's why I don't write. Can't ever find a word when I want one.

I do have a question, to bring this off the awkward topic. Is it a sign of my continuing depravity that I'm starting to see relationships like Harry/Draco as more normal and understandable and reasonable than the statistically more likely (and more supported) relationships such as Hermione/Ron?

Happy 4th.

When I was very little, I didn't like this holiday. We have pictures of me at four or five (but looking older, as I was wont to do), standing outside on the 4th covering my ears. The sparklers scared me ever since I had read (at four or five) that they burned at a very high temperature (10,000 degrees, I think) and could cause serious injuries. The noise scared me. The idea that I could get thunked in the head by a falling firework casing scared me. I stayed on our stoop, or inside.

By the time we moved to 18th Avenue, I felt a little better about it. By then, I loved the noise. We went up to the roof to watch the fireworks (Daddy said they were paid for by the mob, but I'm pretty sure he didn't say it to me), and we were so close, and the noise went straight through me. But I went down again often to be with Midnight, who did *not* like the noise, and did *not* like being left alone with all the scary booms coming down on her.

We moved here, and for a while we watched our fireworks on the boat, or at the terminal. Standing outside, you can see the fireworks from Jersey, Brooklyn, and Manhattan. They're not close, and they're not loud, but you can see them clearly.

We didn't do that last year. Holidays used to be a big thing, my dad loved them, but... Jenn and Mommy never really wanted to go through all those preparations, I think.

And now Xiggy's coming to visit. No idea what we'll do to celebrate.

*eyeroll*

OMG! He's aspie! It's not his fault he was responsible for the deaths of innocents!

Except, of course, that it is. I don't care what was going through his mind, you don't get a free pass from being an accessory to murder.

Much more compelling, I think, is the argument that his family was threatened. Naturally, of course, that's not the part of the story that the media is choosing to pick up on. Arg.

In other "news", we have a letter about prostitution and disability which deserves to be saved here for posterity.

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I'm trying to see what the problem here is. She sees prositution as morally wrong? Okay, lots of people do. I'm sure she can instill those values in her kid. Unlikely that he'll be preyed on by a prostitute. Am I the only one who is creeped out by that letter/article?

Xiggy is here. Probably won't update much for ten days.

Please forgive.

And my mother is never allowed near my computer again.