A small difficulty.

So, ever since I finished writing my yuletide contribution, I've been trying to get myself back into a Due-South-writerly frame of mind. Usually this means that any moment I'm not doing something, I turn my brain in the general direction of the guys and see what comes up. This is always hazardous - it's how I ended up with hockey!ben and library!ray talking to me at the same time, which was deeply confusing - but now it's gotten really bad.

See, my brain tends to latch onto some sort of opening line. Right now it's "Ray says..."

This would work great - Ray always has interesting things to say - if my brain didn't pop up the conditioned response "Nothing you idiot, Dr. Dre's dead," every single time. I'm not sure whether I'm more disheartened by the 'you idiot' or the 'dead'. I swear none of my Rays are dead right now. He's alive and well and [playing hockey/hanging out in a traveling library north of Sixty for reasons best known to himself/helping Fraser out with a spot of child-rearing/having a lot of sex/(yes, Kik)heading to LA for what promises to be a very peculiar adventure involving his punk rocking more-evil-than-he-is twin] and not at all dead. Not that you could tell that from listening to my stupid, stupid, lyrics-obsessed backbrain.

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Ahh, another quiet evening at home with my roommates trying to smother each other with pillows.

What I actually wanted to say was: wheeeee! I went to the bookstore and got books! Actual books! Lord John and the Private Matter by Diana Gabaldon, which actually caused me to gasp with delight when I saw it on display just inside the front doors although I knew it was Out There, somewhere, and then, after switching bookstores because the first one isn't actually all that well stocked, three volumes of Sandman (II-IV, as I bought the first for my littlest brother for Christmas, and read it before I wrapped it). I'm looking forward to all of them, but at the moment I'm still reading The Hero and the Crown as Iulia is reading the Damar books for the first time (thanks, splash_the_cat! I keep forgetting to say, but. Thanks!) and, mmmm. Aerin and her horse. This book hit me on the fading edge of my extreme horsiness phase, and still pushes all those buttons.

We came home and watched "The Body" with the commentary from Joss, and, wow. I still cried at Anya's speech, one of the only places Joss fell respectfully silent (if you haven't watched the commentary track yet, the magic word is physicality, so brace yourself now, or assign it a very tiny sip in the drinking game) and got choked up in random other places and, of course, could not help thinking of my own mother, our contentious relationship, and the state of her health.

Also? Joss refers to the Higher Power as "The Sky-Bully" which was remarkably congruent with my own thinking, plus, y'know. Funny.

So that's been my evening. And now that the roommates each have their own candy cane, they're crunching away in minty peace, and we're all sitting on the couch together, and it actually is all quiet and nice.