Back from Christmas

[elspethdixon]

Belated Merry Christmas (and on-time happy Hannukah, since we're only two days into it) to everybody.

I'm back from Virginia, whence my family must drive every single Christmas morning of our lives (the roads from St. Mary's County to Williamsburg only run south, you know), with a massive haul of, well, mostly money. Apparently I'm hard to buy for or something, because everybody except my parents and pixyofthestyx gave me cash.

But cash is always appreciated and can be stuck in the bank to cover grad school application costs (omg UVA is even more miserable to apply to than Maryland), and my shiny, shiny new Magnificent Seven dvds and even shinier jewelry (WWII RAF pilots wings and my great, great aunt's monogramed gold signet ring--the woman had everything she owned monogramed. Yeah, I've no right to the wings and it's someone else's initials on the ring, but, shiny!) are more than enough to satisfy my desire to have stuff to exult over.

If I were a good little fan, I'd be going on about what a relief it was to have my yuletide story done, but being a bad fangirl with far too much real life stuff (like the aforementioned grad school applications) on her plate, I didn't sign up for yuletide.

I did promise pixyofthestyx Aramis torture Three Mustketeers fanfic, though. I swear I'll have the thing done--or at least started on enough that I can post some--by New Years. As soon as I do some more research on the siege of La Rochelle, check how long it generally takes for something like a musket ball in the shoulder to become infected, figure out how to make my little detour fit into the book's timeline(or, alternatively, say fuck the timeline and stick it in wherever, since Dumas pretty much does that in his own canon), and go look up a couple of nice, annoying St. Augustine quotations to work into dialogue where appropriate. I think Aramis would probably fangirl St. Augustine like, well, like d'Artagnian fangirls Athos. Whom he has a massive, hero-worshipping, slashy crush on.

I should not be allowed near 19th century literature. I really shouldn't.

Comments

[seanchai.livejournal.com]

Merry belated Christmas to you too! And of course, a happy third night of Hanukkah.

Money is always good, and is certainly better than getting something that you really don't want, but then have to pretend that you love.

And I found those RAF Wings in one of the lovely little stores in the Village that sell everything from vintage clothing to Tibetan knives (seriously). I figured you might not want to wear it at home, being right by the Naval base and all, but the squee-factor made me buy it anyway.

A gunshot wound that's not properly taken care of (i.e. debrided and doused with some form of antiseptic) can go septicemic in one to three days. It's also possible for wounds to have a local infection, if the body's strong enough to fight off a more sever infection. Of course, if they're running around in the woods, without proper medical care, shelter, or food, a wound could become more severely infected due to the stress placed on the body.

And no, I totally didn't ask my mother about that for fic purposes of my own. Really, I didn't.

[figliaperduta.livejournal.com]

YOU. Shame on you. You come within 60 miles of me, and you don't even TELL me. Shame shame shame.

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[lostcatholic.livejournal.com]

Argh! Still must send you something (no worries I will send something not-money).

Hee! Such cute fangirls!