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Woke up this morning straight from REM sleep (always a discombobulating thing) and lugged myself out of the house to grab the morning funnies (sod the rest of the paper, anyway) only to find that something had killed a pigeon in our driveway the night before. I say 'killed' despite not finding the body proper; there was an amazing amount of feathers ('was' being singular to agree with 'amount' rather than 'feathers'), but the only evidence that said pigeon was actually dead came in the form of a blob of... well, something red with whitish-yellowish centre about half the size of the end of my thumb. I swept away the feathers and tried to scoop up the fleshy bit with a shovel, but instead wound up driving it into the soil at the edge of the driveway. Ah, well, maybe it'll do the plants some good.
Would not have been so bad if I had not been up rather late the night before writing an application for a Harry Potter RPG. This app marks a diversion from my usual RPG application choices, because for the first time that I can recall I'm actually applying for a feature character. Normally I don't do this because I am nervous about failing to live up to the original author's depiction of the character, but I think the League 1936 game has helped a bit with that. I'm going to need to go back and reread some of the earlier Potter books if I get accepted, because it's been a while, but I think Order of the Phoenix helped quite a lot with what I was trying to accomplish. I've applied for Neville Longbottom.
The game in question is set after everyone graduates, so I was stuck with figuring out exactly what the boy did after the battle at the Ministry and what he wound up going for as a career. There's no way he would have gone for Auror, like his parents. He really doesn't seem to have a hunter's temperament, and anyway I don't think he'd have qualified for Auror early training, based on what McGonagall said about the NEWTs the Auror program required. I'd thought of the Healers or Mediwizards or whatever you want to call 'em, but the biggest stumbling block there is that he'd have to get into Professor Snape's NEWT class, which requires an Exceeds Expectations on the OWL exam for Potions. Theoretically I could see him pulling off a much higher grade than one might expect, if only because Snape wasn't around to scowl at him during the OWLs, but I'm not sure how long he'd last in the classes that came after. When it came right down to it, though, Neville struck me as... well, the kid's a desk cop in the making. In a kinder world he'd have grown up to become Fred Colon, from the Discworld books. (Seriously, couldn't you see Neville with a pink stuffed pig named Mr. Dreadful?) If he'd been born about sixty years earlier, he'd have volunteered to join the RAF despite being deathly afraid of heights. As it stands, I said in my app that he stuck with the whole 'defense of others' gig that got started with the Dumbledore's Army schtick in OotP. The wizarding world might not have had a standing army before, but I think our Nev might very well be the first in a long time to attempt to go the equivalent of career military. Perhaps, once Voldemort gets defeated, he becomes something like the (awfully young really) founding father of British Wizarding Civil Defence? We shall see...
Anyway, that's why I was up so late last night. Right now I am very cranky because my damn venti mocha does not seem to be making a difference. Blah. Blah, I say. I am going to the crafts store at lunch and buying an assload of yarn so I can start on my Christmas gifts for the year in earnest, and if I do not feel awake then there will be HELL TO PAY.
Oh, yeah, the line I was tempted to insert into my app but didn't:
( I know, I know. I VERY BAD MAN. Click anyway. )
Would not have been so bad if I had not been up rather late the night before writing an application for a Harry Potter RPG. This app marks a diversion from my usual RPG application choices, because for the first time that I can recall I'm actually applying for a feature character. Normally I don't do this because I am nervous about failing to live up to the original author's depiction of the character, but I think the League 1936 game has helped a bit with that. I'm going to need to go back and reread some of the earlier Potter books if I get accepted, because it's been a while, but I think Order of the Phoenix helped quite a lot with what I was trying to accomplish. I've applied for Neville Longbottom.
The game in question is set after everyone graduates, so I was stuck with figuring out exactly what the boy did after the battle at the Ministry and what he wound up going for as a career. There's no way he would have gone for Auror, like his parents. He really doesn't seem to have a hunter's temperament, and anyway I don't think he'd have qualified for Auror early training, based on what McGonagall said about the NEWTs the Auror program required. I'd thought of the Healers or Mediwizards or whatever you want to call 'em, but the biggest stumbling block there is that he'd have to get into Professor Snape's NEWT class, which requires an Exceeds Expectations on the OWL exam for Potions. Theoretically I could see him pulling off a much higher grade than one might expect, if only because Snape wasn't around to scowl at him during the OWLs, but I'm not sure how long he'd last in the classes that came after. When it came right down to it, though, Neville struck me as... well, the kid's a desk cop in the making. In a kinder world he'd have grown up to become Fred Colon, from the Discworld books. (Seriously, couldn't you see Neville with a pink stuffed pig named Mr. Dreadful?) If he'd been born about sixty years earlier, he'd have volunteered to join the RAF despite being deathly afraid of heights. As it stands, I said in my app that he stuck with the whole 'defense of others' gig that got started with the Dumbledore's Army schtick in OotP. The wizarding world might not have had a standing army before, but I think our Nev might very well be the first in a long time to attempt to go the equivalent of career military. Perhaps, once Voldemort gets defeated, he becomes something like the (awfully young really) founding father of British Wizarding Civil Defence? We shall see...
Anyway, that's why I was up so late last night. Right now I am very cranky because my damn venti mocha does not seem to be making a difference. Blah. Blah, I say. I am going to the crafts store at lunch and buying an assload of yarn so I can start on my Christmas gifts for the year in earnest, and if I do not feel awake then there will be HELL TO PAY.
Oh, yeah, the line I was tempted to insert into my app but didn't:
( I know, I know. I VERY BAD MAN. Click anyway. )
