It’s terrible of me that an Anna-related photoset that just appeared on my blog (this one, specifically) irritated me so much that I briefly considered reblogging it just to reiterate the very obvious flaws in her characterization and how she’s just a Victorian angel in the house – which is not at all a flattering sentiment.  However, I’m not feeling quite that cruel this evening, and anyway I’d just be repeating what I’ve said elsewhere.

I know I’ve been rather absent lately, but it’s not just lack of ideas for (reasonable) writing projects.  I’ve also had an unexpected windfall in social engagements this week, and starting tomorrow is Semaine Sainte which means I’ll be spending an unusually large amount of the next week in church.  On the plus side, after it’s over I can have vodka (and facials) again, yay!

I do love the sound of a good subtropical rainstorm…almost distracts me from the fact that I’ve apparently managed to get sick for the third time this winter not-summer.  Being perpetually one bloody-handkerchief-cough away from a melodramatic death scene is really grating when one has to go through that sort of thing about half a dozen times a year.

Still, the rain makes for a pleasant backdrop assuming there’s no flooding, of course – insert a flood-related New Orleans joke here.