the Dalaverse

This is the Norrington/Groves ficlet I promised aradiria long, long ago. I cheated and used the opportunity to finally finished a series: remember the cowrie shell? And the wallsex? Well, meanwhile, back in Port Royal....


( Regarding Late Suppers and Solace )

I went to hear a talk today as one of the events for this year's Women, Gender, and Sexuality (or WGSX -- wigsex. Heh. Carry on.) Colloquium and...fell asleep. I think somehow I was hypnotized into depression while I was sleeping. Before the talk -- perfectly fine. Jolly even, as I'd had an excellent Modern Thought class and spent work with not one but two fics writing themselves inside my head.

After the talk -- bleahhhhhhh. I heard "Cecilia" by Simon & Garfunkel on the radio and it deepened my unhappiness. "Cecilia," for god's sake.

"American Dreams" is playing on the wrong night again. That is also bothersome.

Reading this just made me a little bit happier.

Scottish Episcopalians OK Gay Priests

Rock on.