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IF YOU want to find Cherry Tree Lane all you have to do is ask the Policeman at the crossroads. He will push his helmet slightly to one side, scratch his head thoughtfully, and then he will point his huge white-gloved finger and say: "First to your right, second to your left, sharp right again, and you're there. Good morning."

And sure enough, if you follow his directions exactly, you will be there — right in the middle of Cherry Tree Lane, where the houses run down one side and the Park runs down the other and the cherry-trees go dancing right down the middle.

If you are looking for Number Seventeen — and it is more than likely that you will be, for this book is all about that particular house — you will very soon find it. To begin with, it is the smallest house in the Lane. And besides that, it is the only one that is rather dilapidated and needs a coat of paint. But Mr Banks, who owns it, said to Mrs Banks that she could have either a nice, clean, comfortable house or four children. But not both, for he couldn't afford it.

And after Mrs Banks had given the matter some consideration she came to the conclusion that she would rather have Jane, who was the eldest, and Michael, who came next, and John and Barbara, who were Twins and came last of all. So it was settled, and that was how the Banks family came to live at Number Seventeen, with Mrs Brill to cook for them, and Ellen to lay the tables, and Robertson Ay to cut the lawn and clean the knives and polish the shoes and, as Mr Banks always said, "to waste his time and my money."

--The opening of Mary Poppins by PL Travers

In going into reading this book, I knew three things: Mary Poppins' time in the picture was a date with Bert, there was no singing, and PL Travers hated the movie.

I'm not done yet (I seem to be halfway or just started with so many books! I love them all, but keep going in circles trying to decide what, then I go play on the computer instead) and am about halfway (they had just met with Uncle Albert) but I like it so far. But my goodness, Mary Poppins is not the Disney version. I am trying to think of how to get further into this point, but my ear hurts and so does my rib cage for reasons unknown so I do not know if I can organize my thoughts.

The book, in fact, starts off with the unattractive qualities of Mary Poppins (once she appears), much unlike Julie Andrews who is really very pretty. Not that Poppins in the book is described as ugly, it's just that pretty isn't the immediate first word about her. Not that there were words given about Julie Andrews my GOD this ear is killing me.

We're ending this post now. Summary: Like the book, will post more when I'm feeling better. Also Mary Poppins may be some sort of minor god figure, not sure.

ia! ia! cthulhu!

In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.


I'm reading Call of Cthulhu for the second time. Seeing if I like it better on the ereader than on the computer monitor.

However, doing it while low on sleep may be a bad idea because halfway through I pulled out my phone and started chatting away with my friends and telling them my plans to write (with Snacky) a series of multi-fandom vignettes of bad Cosmo sex tips and the horrible results they have on innocent couples.

Dr. Brennan licks an eyeball.

Other fanfic in need of being worked on:

The Flamingo Murders (pos. working title) by me and Snacky. A CSI/SPN ghost story, with flamingos and mobsters.
Tintin and the Sunken City (working title) by me and Hina for my Tintin/Chang Cthulhu mythos story.
Narnian Fairytales by me and Snacky, a set of Narnian fairytales. Queen Susan's diamonds, Aslan catches a falling star, Frost wraiths, the whole gazebo.
Dawn Winchester (no working title). The key ends up with the Winchesters, not Buffy.

I seem to like crossovers.

Back to talk about Cthulhu, I like how these narratives sometimes start with 'I WILL NEVER TELL A LIVING SOUL'. I'm always all 'im in ur narrative, readin ur secrets'.

While still not thrilled about the racism that's part and parcel with HP Lovecraft's stories, I've taken to being sort of bewilder/amused (bemused? Wait, that's a real word) at his indications of horror. It goes like this:

Book: 'A nautical-looking negro* touched him and then he died.'

To the more I have no idea if it is or not. 'What the hell is an Esqimeaux? Wait. Wait. Okay. Oh cool, they have wizards. Eeevil wizards.'

I'm sorry I keep going on about this, by the way. It's my way of working it out mentally in my head.

I do like the line: "all dripping with green ooze and sinister with latent horror" because it's something I can say a lot in my day to day life, especially when describing, say, the shopping mall or the Tim Horton's or my brother's bedroom.

It should be noted, and you may have noticed with the way I write about things, that I'm not particularly educated. I'm actually a high school drop out who didn't really have what one would call an education before that (which is what led to the drop out). I have my GED and everything, but what I'm saying is everything I know, I know because I read it. There's a lot of gaps in my knowledge and that'll show up when I talk about what I'm reading. You guys have been really good at correcting me and telling me when I need more info, which I really appreciate.

So, thank you. I apologize for any bumps on my end. (I wrote 'head' there, originally. I also fight with word salad a lot. Good lord)


*Direct quote ends here. It's his little shorthands for 'obviously evil' that keeps getting me