Dana, 'twas yummy. and delicious.

Puppies! I came across Dana's wonderful story yesterday and meant to comment. t scurries off to do so

Fay, that story is hysterical. I am admiring your shiny new tag & think I may also have to get a new one.

Thanks, guys.

Dear me, Fay. That story is basically one long NATLBSB.

I want one, but I can't choose.

even headmaster GRIMES hav been seen chuckling over hary's adventures wile taking deten.

All in all it is much like my dere alma mater st custards only more xciting and with better food.

i am milling about with assorted ticks, new bugs and weeds who litely hurl spells at each other and cri nigel is a mudblud am not are am not are ect.

"Huflepuf. Also you hav a face like a squished tomato."

SNAPE the mad potions master approacheth and he do not seme happy. Perhaps some dark secret prey on his mind or perhaps he just hav hangover after too much BUTERBEER you never can tell.

"One last chance clot. who discovered the mandrake eh?"

"was it osama bin laden?"

"But surely sir lumos hav a greek nom. ending whereas the root come from lat. lumen luminis a lite as any fule kno?"

laughing too hard. fell off chair.

t crosspost from Literary, from Yahoo News

NEW YORK - No word yet on when the next Harry Potter book comes out, but at least there's a title: "Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince."

"Well the door opened at last and I showed you the title of book six — the genuine title, the title that will appear on the published book, the title I have been using in my head for ages and ages," author J.K. Rowling wrote on her Web site.

The British author's U.S. publisher, Scholastic, confirmed the title on Tuesday

I do think she's nailed the style of the molesworth books (which, if you've not read them, I must recommend - VERY amusing reading) and the reflection on HP is splendid.

Nestra's story is THE BEST FIREFLY FIC EVER. Ever. Ever. I've SO been waiting for Mal/Simon this good.

Am happy lady.

There's a store!!!!

Because of his ministrations, she was twinkling like a planet in the black velvet firmament night, her light brighter than the closest celestial being to the earth, a cliche. She was humming like a cricket rubbing its back paws together in delight, filled with relish and satisfied appetite, every time he did that certain thing he did so well, pronounced that special ‘oh’ he uttered interminably, stereotypical.

I have...very little idea what's going on here.

Looks to me like she forgot to take out her beta's comments. Oh, except they don't make sense. If there's one thing "her light brighter than the closest celestial being to the earth" is not, it's a cliche. A crime against metaphor, yes.

I'm intrigued at the notion of crickets with paws.

Well, it's little known, but that's how they hum. Little known because after all they're generally known for, um, chirping.