it might not be the best idea to post these together, but what the hell

I mean, I'm so tired, I'm just dashing this off and then sprinting to bed.

1.  Am I, like, the only person in the world fandom-by-any-definition not perving on the barechested Dan Radcliffe pictures?  I swear, I heard -- actually, I gathered from other people's reactions liberally scattered around the place -- that such pictures existed, and did not seek them out; and then wordplay and I were talking at work the other day and she went clicky and I said "Yep.  Nice-looking kid," and then went back to my screed about my feelings about fans' response to Big Movie Stars in plays and musicals, which basically runs to wishing people would be excited that there's a Crucible with Liam Neeson in it, rather than being excited that Liam Neeson is doing a play, what's it called again?, and essentially boils down to me being more of a theatre snob than I'd even realized.  Didn't go to any kind of a drooly place, though.  I can't really be alone here.

2.  Both datlowen and my father have now reported having phone calls from my investigator, so the security clearance process is proceeding apace, and while I intend to give everyone a heads-up before they start calling you, this investigator apparently didn't mean it when she said we had to do this face-to-face thing first before she started contacting verifiers.  So:  when I get my complete copy of the form I submitted (the fact that I don't have a complete copy is a long story for another time), I'll remember specifically who I listed, but in the meantime, if you know my full name and you think I know your phone number, odds are good that I put you down somewhere, and you may be hearing from them soon.  No joke.

Going to bed now.  Oy.

so okay, there's a publication date.

I can't go completely offline for the next six months, of course; but I hereby reiterate and reaffirm my pathological spoiler-phobia. I'm speculation-phobic, y'all. So of course I will remove myself to the greatest extent possible from the path of danger; but if you're not prepared to hide your spoilers and potentially-spoilery chatter behind cuts, could you please let me know now? Forewarned is forearmed.

Cheers.

i know i've talked about music before

I've definitely gone on before about how music can make me cry. (On more than one occasion.) But I hadn't had the same experience with writing, or at least not that I'd been able to recognize -- not writing in a prose way, I mean, but writing in a text way. It was very strange. I was looking at something written in words, and suddenly the fact that writing exists as a way to represent language, and the related fact that I can read it, was overwhelming to me. Didn't quite reduce me to tears, but wow, you know? Wow.

in other news

I am more and more afraid that what I'm feeling right now is feverish.

Playing through it.

feh.

Half an hour ago my temperature was 98.1-ish, which is for me (normally 97.0) just elevated enough to make my head hurt and my face feel too tight.  Wah.  Some vitamin C for me, please!