Sep. 11th, 2004

bardic_lady: (Default)
The long-promised wet!Muse smut. Appropriate given the weather here, it's pouring buckets.

Title: Wet Muses and Artists' Hands
Pairing: Sario Grijalva-Euterpe Aoide
Fandom: Milliways
Rating: Hard R, possibly NC-17
Notes: This scene follows the thread here

Wet Muses and Artists' Hands )

(X-posted to [livejournal.com profile] millirific)
bardic_lady: (jester)
'Kay. Theatre Cleanup and so forth this morning. Missed the Sound Scholars meeting, 'cause I slept too late, which was basically okay, 'cause I'm not a sound scholar. Wnet to the Lighting and Dramaturgy Scholars meetings and then spent two hours cleaning out the big closet in the department office. I have a workspace now, yay! The archive shall return, greater than ever! Tonight is [livejournal.com profile] amaresu's birthday party. I have map work to do. That's about all...
bardic_lady: (on edge)
Fuck. Microsoft. Period.

Installed the critical update. Rebooted. Update convinced the campus network that my computer was a new computer, so it asked me to re-register for internet service. But I can't do that, cause I'm already registered and we're only allowed one computer per person. And Resnet is, of course, closed till Monday. So, I'm stuck with no internet, except in the computer lab, which is damned uncomfortable.

To reiterate, FUCK MICROSOFT!

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I Cannot Hide What I Am

I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

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