Thank your lucky stars, my friends. 'Cause I was going to write a long, bitchy post about how all the people in my Victorianism class are idiots, but you have been saved--saved!--by the amazing and talented
slodwick, who made my afternoon and possibly my life by creating a gorgeous cover for my story Something Wicked.

Really, it's just exactly how I pictured it, like
slodwick somehow got inside my head. (Yeeeaaaah, it's kind of messy in there--sorry about that.) Go tell her how fabulous it is!
Ahh. *happy sigh* I'm having wonderful delusions of being a published author now.
As for the rest of my day, basically I endured the aforementioned tutorial from hell and--okay, I can't help myself, I have to give you a sample, because my blood is still boiling. We read Dracula, which is a tough read in a post-Buffy world; all the suspense is based on not knowing what's going on, but anyone who hasn't been living under a rock knows that the Count vants to suck your blood, so reading it is basically 400 pages of going, "Hello, guys? He's a vampire," before yawning your way through the unspeakably dull climax in which the big scary Count is killed in his sleep. All right, fine. Just 'cause the book is boring doesn't mean the discussion has to be--we could have talked about lots of interesting things, broken down precisely why the narrative structure fails, and mocked Jonathan Harker for being a wuss who was once portrayed by Keanu Reeves. BUT NO. Instead there had to be 45 million variations on this conversation:
Student: Um, when Dracula bites people, I think it might be, you know, kind of sexual?
Tutor: Huh, I hadn't thought of that!
trinityofone: *cries*
So instead I made a music video in my head. And damn, I wish I were a vidder, because this is, like, the most cracktastically awesome idea ever. Ahem. Get this:
Genius of Love to clips from 'Aurora.'
I mean, just listen to it! And check out these lyrics:
GENIUS OF LOVE--TOM TOM CLUB
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I’m gonna have some fun!
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun!
[Am I the only one already cracking up? I mean, just think about John. In prison. In that outfit.]
I’m in heaven
With my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend
[Clips from 'Hide & Seek,' hells yes.]
There’s no beginning and there is no end
Time isn’t present in that dimension
He’ll take my arm
When we’re walkin’, rolling and rocking
It’s one time I’m glad I’m not a man
[Because Shep is such a girl. *g*]
Feels like I’m dreaming, but I’m not sleeping
I’m in heaven
With the maven of funk mutation
Clinton’s musicians such as Bootsy Collins
[Okay, I have no idea what this means, and I DON'T CARE.]
Raise expectations to a new intention
No one can sing
Quite like Smokey, Smokey Robinson
Wailin’ and shakin’ to Bob Marley
[OMG RONON!]
Reggae’s expanding with Sly and Robbie
All the weekend
Boyfriend was missing
I surely miss him
The way he’d hold me in his warm arms
We went insane when we took cocaine.
[*coughenzymecough*]
Stepping in a rhythm to a kurtis blow
Who needs to think when your feet just go
With a hiditihi and a hipitiho
Who needs to think when your feet just go ...
Who needs to think when your feet just go ...
[A perfect excuse for Shep running, and/or being a dork! Not that we need an excuse for that.]
James Brown, James Brown
James Brown, James Brown
If you see him
Please remind him, unhappy boyfriend
Well he’s the genius of love
He’s got a greater depth of feeling
Well he’s the genius of love
He’s so deep.
[HEE.]
Yes, the crack I am on IS very good, thank you for asking.
*Seneca. Because I am pretentious as well as crazy. Whee!

Really, it's just exactly how I pictured it, like
Ahh. *happy sigh* I'm having wonderful delusions of being a published author now.
As for the rest of my day, basically I endured the aforementioned tutorial from hell and--okay, I can't help myself, I have to give you a sample, because my blood is still boiling. We read Dracula, which is a tough read in a post-Buffy world; all the suspense is based on not knowing what's going on, but anyone who hasn't been living under a rock knows that the Count vants to suck your blood, so reading it is basically 400 pages of going, "Hello, guys? He's a vampire," before yawning your way through the unspeakably dull climax in which the big scary Count is killed in his sleep. All right, fine. Just 'cause the book is boring doesn't mean the discussion has to be--we could have talked about lots of interesting things, broken down precisely why the narrative structure fails, and mocked Jonathan Harker for being a wuss who was once portrayed by Keanu Reeves. BUT NO. Instead there had to be 45 million variations on this conversation:
Student: Um, when Dracula bites people, I think it might be, you know, kind of sexual?
Tutor: Huh, I hadn't thought of that!
So instead I made a music video in my head. And damn, I wish I were a vidder, because this is, like, the most cracktastically awesome idea ever. Ahem. Get this:
Genius of Love to clips from 'Aurora.'
I mean, just listen to it! And check out these lyrics:
GENIUS OF LOVE--TOM TOM CLUB
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I’m gonna have some fun!
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun!
[Am I the only one already cracking up? I mean, just think about John. In prison. In that outfit.]
I’m in heaven
With my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend
[Clips from 'Hide & Seek,' hells yes.]
There’s no beginning and there is no end
Time isn’t present in that dimension
He’ll take my arm
When we’re walkin’, rolling and rocking
It’s one time I’m glad I’m not a man
[Because Shep is such a girl. *g*]
Feels like I’m dreaming, but I’m not sleeping
I’m in heaven
With the maven of funk mutation
Clinton’s musicians such as Bootsy Collins
[Okay, I have no idea what this means, and I DON'T CARE.]
Raise expectations to a new intention
No one can sing
Quite like Smokey, Smokey Robinson
Wailin’ and shakin’ to Bob Marley
[OMG RONON!]
Reggae’s expanding with Sly and Robbie
All the weekend
Boyfriend was missing
I surely miss him
The way he’d hold me in his warm arms
We went insane when we took cocaine.
[*coughenzymecough*]
Stepping in a rhythm to a kurtis blow
Who needs to think when your feet just go
With a hiditihi and a hipitiho
Who needs to think when your feet just go ...
Who needs to think when your feet just go ...
[A perfect excuse for Shep running, and/or being a dork! Not that we need an excuse for that.]
James Brown, James Brown
James Brown, James Brown
If you see him
Please remind him, unhappy boyfriend
Well he’s the genius of love
He’s got a greater depth of feeling
Well he’s the genius of love
He’s so deep.
[HEE.]
Yes, the crack I am on IS very good, thank you for asking.
*Seneca. Because I am pretentious as well as crazy. Whee!
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Date: 2005-11-25 07:34 pm (UTC)Tutor: Huh, I hadn't thought of that!"
*cries too* I just finished re-reading Dracula myself. I seem to have developed a late obsession with the Dark Side, which you are ironically not around to share (and perhaps it is best that way, I've been up to some insane stuff). But D does disappoint, doesn't it? Not only in a post-Buffy world, but in a post- um, good writing world. The plot drags and drags. So sorry to hear that you are surrounded by dolts - outshine them and make yourself a worshipful club!
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Date: 2005-11-25 08:28 pm (UTC)Ha! YES. The plot moves like a dead body being hauled through the street, the three suitors are interchangeable, Jonathan's a whiny bitch, Van Helsing is incompetent, and Dracula himself is not the least bit menacing. And nobody even has the respect to call him the dark master...bator. *g*
However, Gary Oldman is hot.
outshine them and make yourself a worshipful club!
My story has a shiny shiny cover! It's shinier than Dracula's cover! I WIN!
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Date: 2005-11-25 09:06 pm (UTC)Oh lord woman. Is. he. ever.
My story has a shiny shiny cover!
That'll have to do for now then ;-) I'll be sending psychic karma to Ireland to make the idiots in your class start fawning about you like the lesser mortals that they are.
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Date: 2005-11-25 09:13 pm (UTC)