no email for me!

[kaizoku]

In case anyone is trying or has tried in the past two days to reach me by email, I can't get into my email account right now, because Fred (my computer; my car is named George; this was not intentional) is broken and at the repair place, and I can't remember my password. Argh! In the meantime, you can comment here (I'm screening comments on this post) if you need to talk to me. ETA: I GOT BACK INTO MY EMAIL! YAY!

The other reason I haven't been around much lately is that I got a job! I'm working at a farm stand. It's pretty fun though sometimes rather cold.

I was so pathetic yesterday without my computer, that the boy brought his work computer home for me. So now I can get on the internet, but all my icons and stories that I've been working on are GONE (temporarily. If it was permanent, I would be freaking out a lot more. But HOPEFULLY, the worst case scenario is that it wouldn't work anymore but all the data should be recoverable. *fingers crossed*) I'm still going to try to work on my Yuletide story tonight though... But so much for sending what I have to the beta, at least til tomorrow.

Yesterday I finished reading "The Amulet of Samarkand" by Jonathan Stroud. It's incredibly slashy, in my interpretation, anyway - for example one of the characters, a djinni, mentions "a boy I had once known, someone I had loved" who turns out to be... Ptolemy - whose form he often takes on.

In another scene in which he appears as boy-Ptolemy, he threatens to kill Nathaniel, the boy who is his current master (I've taken out most of the spoilery bits):

"What have I got to lose? I'll be in the tin either way, but I'll have the satisfaction of breaking your neck first." Its hand descended gently on Nathaniel's shoulder.

Nathaniel's skin crawled. He resisted the overpowering temptation to shy away and run, and instead stared back into the dark, blank eyes.

For a long moment, neither said anything.

At last Nathaniel licked his dry lips. "That won't be necessary," he said thickly. "I'll free you before the month is up."

The djinni pulled him closer. "Free me now."

"No." Nathaniel swallowed. "We have work to do first."

"Work?" It frowned; its hand stroked his shoulder. "What work? What is there to do?"
[...]
The whispering voice was very near now, but Nathaniel could feel no breath against his face. "...Release me and forget your troubles."

"I cannot."

[...]

The boy stepped back and released Nathaniel's shoulder. Nathaniel retreated, eyes wide, breathing hard.

Heh heh. The djinni also lounges on Nathaniel's bed a *lot* and (SPOILER!) at the end he seems strangely reluctant to leave...

So yeah, I'm all psyched to read the next book in the trilogy as soon as I can get my mitts on it. I'm trying to figure out if the Bartimaeus Trilogy ("Amulet of Samarkand" is the first book) has been one of the Yuletide Treasure fandoms in years past - it wasn't this year - but with the archive closed, I can't find out! Grrr.