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[pensnest]

Today's Snowflake Challenge is to rec three fics that would lure someone into a fandom...

Well. I toyed with the idea of 'popslash post-2008', at which point I'm pretty sure most of the big names had moved on. But, nah. (Although if anyone wants to learn about popslash, I have many fine links for you.)

Then I thought, what about Cramp?

Then I thought better of it. So I'm skipping today's challenge. However, if you think it would be right and proper to recommend Lava Lamp stories for innocent bystanders to read, pray do so in comments.


My cat has been sitting on the floor purring in a pointed way for about an hour and a half. Now she is lying on the floor, Starving To Death. It's a hard life.


I went shopping this afternoon for exercise trousers that do not lose all shape and leave me displaying knees like an elephant's. As every shop in town that has not closed (there were five in a row standing empty in the shopping centre) is having a **SALE**, I also perused the racks (exercise gear was not, of course, going cheap, it being January). It is amazing how many items of clothing can be found on sale which ought not, by rights, ever to have been manufactured, let alone put out to retail at full price, even for five minutes.

I did manage, yesterday, to buy a pair of completely unnecessary boots (they were comfortable! they have laces up the front! And gentle heels! Only £30!), though I failed to buy a pair of completely unnecessary but really cute sandals (only £10!) because the shoes were in fact different sizes. My representations to the staff won me only blank looks and the statement that this was the last pair, so I must assume that someone bought a pair in which the left foot was larger than the right, and is happy that way.... And I resisted the imperative urge to buy a beautiful, beautiful pair of red shoes which had gold sparkliness and pretty cut-outs and all kinds of goodness, because I have no excuse whatever. *sniff* But I still haven't managed to find a pair of not-very-high-heeled black brogue-type shoes, and this makes me cross.

Comments

[chalcopyrite]

The sad problem with luring someone into Cramp is that at some point you'll have to disclose to them what they're reading. And you have to make sure the camera is running first. *G*

Perhaps the buyer of the previous mismatched sandals did what I did once and took the middle two out of a line-up of four bunny slippers. Of course, I was three at the time. I don't know what their excuse is.

[pensnest]

I wish we'd had a camera running at that Camp Sparkle in Beech Hill House where our Lava Lamp reading was acted out by four Sparklers and a vodka bottle.

Pity about the sandals (which were both labelled as size 41 but which clearly both weren't). I was quite taken with them, but there are limits.

[turlough]

Poor Socks, you're so cruel to her!!

[pensnest]

I am, indeed. She is snoring now, like a tiny trombone.

[rikes]

Oh, tell me about it. Exercise trousers are hell to shop for. And most of what is available is very short and tight.

Yay for shoes though! I'd love a pair or two of brogue shoes too, any colour. Or all the colours, rather. :D

[pensnest]

My problem is that my belly is large—the exercise pants fit nicely on my legs, but tend to slide down over my tummy. Next task—find some loooong vests and T-shirts. Sigh.

I see you are going back through a bunch of open tabs!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

If anything would bring people into a fandom Cramp would!

[pensnest]

But which fandom would they turn to? Anybody's guess, really!