The Lair of the SlowFox

The work network got taken down about an hour ago. With nothing else to do, I started work on the TTK:R chapter Summary. We're back live, now, so I'm posting this for safekeeping, and then work beckons muchly:

( The Trail of the Dying, The Trail of the Dead (up to Ch 34) )

I'm not normally a fan of Ginny, but sometimes she's good value (TTK: Ch 48):

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"Percy! Percy!" Ginny's voice cut across the still air of the cold December morning.

Percy, in front, stopped and turned round, irritation etched across every feature of his face, "Yes? Miss... Weasley?" he asked, feigning only the barest of acquaintance with his sister.

Harry was desperate for his captors to turn around themselves, so that he could see Ginny (and Dean, Seamus... hell, everyone seemed to be there), but their hold remained resolute. He'd tried looking over his shoulder, but a not so gentle prod with the third hit-wizard's wand, stabbing him right at the top of his spine, told him that such aggressive moves were uncalled for.

"Don't you 'Miss Weasley' me, Percy, you miserable git," snarled Ginny, of whom Harry now felt insanely proud, "this is wrong and you know it!"

In his mind's eye, Harry had a distinct image of Dean physically restraining Ginny from leaping at Percy and clawing his eyes out with her bare hands.

Pity.

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It was pouring in another of Hull's special summer cloudbursts this lunchtime. I'd let Mali out into the yard, where he'd taken up his lounging position on top of his kennel. Then the rain started falling, but rather than come back inside (the back door was open), he decided - shock! horror! - to actually use his kennel, and had curled up inside, out of the elements' reach. This is actually pretty unusual for the hound - the only use he generally makes of the kennel is to sunbathe on its roof.

One of the problems with the Shuffle, which I've mentioned before, is that it's possible to brush the control wheel and skip to the next track... this is a pain when you're listening to a 2hr podcast, for example, and have to fast forward through to the point you were at prior to the unplanned navigational jump. The player gives you snippets of audio to let you know where you are as it zips along the mp3, and it's quite a surreal experience, hearing these disconnected words from the studio discussion (This Week in Tech, a bit geeky, but a fun listen).

Blech - am tired.

I'm trying to finish the edit of TTK - correcting the legions of typos and addressing the, uh, creative grammar, but I keep on finding myself reading on (despite having already read the thing, in full, just the other week).

In one sense, given that I wrote the thing, I s'pose it makes sense that I find it interesting to read. On the other hand, though, it does feel slightly narcissistic to read and re-read my own writing in such short order.

And, obviously, when I'm reading instead of proofing, it just delays actually reposting TTK:Reloaded somewhere.