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[kittydesade]

There was once a young Hunter who went boldly into the forest. He had a merry and light heart, and as he was whistling along there came an ugly old woman who said to him, "Good day, dear hunter! You are very merry and contented, but I suffer hunger and thirst, so give me a trifle."

The hunter felt sorry for the poor old woman, and he felt in his pocket and gave her all he could spare. He was going on, then, but the old woman stopped him and said, "Listen, dear hunter, to what I say. Because of your kind heart I will make you a present. Go on your way, and in a short time you will come to a tree on which sit nine birds who have a cloak in their claws and are quarrelling over it. Then take aim with your gun and shoot in the middle of them; they will let the cloak fall, but one of the birds will be hit and will drop down dead. Take the cloak with you; it is a wishing-cloak, and when you throw it on your shoulders you have only to wish yourself at a certain place, and in the twinkling of an eye you are there."

Давным-давно жил-был (?) молодой охотник, кто в лес жирнно [find the proper adverbial form] пошёл. У его былo сердце весёлoе и лёгкoе, и за [something. verb in progressive?] пошла уродливая бабушка, которая ему сказала
-Добрый день, [not quite sure on this] охотник. Вы очень весёлый и доволный, но я испываю голод и жажду, поэтому давай мне капельку.
Охотнику бeдную бабушку жалко, и обшарил свои кармани и давал все лишние вeщи. Он продолжался идти, а бабушка его останавила и сказала...
-Выслушай меня, дорогой охотник. Из-за твоего любезное сердце я даю подарок. Идти по свое дороге, и через краткое время ты приходишь к дереву на котором девять птицы сидят, у них коготи мантия и они ссорятся из-за неё. Прицелься и стреляй среди них. Бери мантию с тобой. Етo мантия желания и когда набросишь на тбои плечи, должен только желать себя в некоторый место... and I don't know the Russian equivalent phrase for "twinkling of an eye"

Iii need to review some chapters. Mmph.


It's one of those bounded in a nutshell days. I am so far behind on my morning crap and it's mostly because I can still feel where I got stabbed in the stomach in my weirdass dream last night and then whatever medic patched me up peeled back my flesh to suture the wound. I have no idea what the fuck is going on in my brainpan but I'd like to get back to the Duke/Nathan please. With a side of Audrey, apparently.

Mitt Romney is coming to town. This is sort of like the exact opposite of learning that Dwight lives in town, with the sole redeeming factor being that he's not actually staying. Not only is he coming to town, he's coming to the goddamn Civic Center. This is downtown, in a small town, in a small town which was built a hundred fifty some odd years ago and is not fucking suited to the kinds of security measures they're going to need. In the middle of downtown. We can barely handle all the supply trucks coming to the hotels and restaurants around here, and Romney is going to shut down virtually the whole downtown district to speak. Every single other candidate, with the possible exception of Sarah Palin (I don't actually remember where she spoke), has had the consideration to go to one of the neighboring universities, other centers, places which are more suited to handling that kind of traffic and road closures and security measures. Which just demonstrates further his absolute lack of consideration for people who are not him or like him. Or at the very least, that lack of consideration from his party organizers.

I guess the other silver lining here might be that we might just close the store for the day and say fuckit, we're not going to get anything but cranky people here anyway, and I get to sleep in and do housework. Really, Romney, why the fuck are you coming to the one small town in the state that is known for being a bastion of dirty hippie liberal commie democrats? On National Coming Out Day, no less. I'm dreading the protests almost as much as I'm dreading Romney's fucking Squirrel detail.

Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts happy thoughts. Um. Blog is still doing well? I wrote about 500 words of Nathan/Duke last night, which was adorable and hilarious. I'm going to try to chomp on all of the original Black Ice story today and then work on Juke Joint Jezebel after that, though possibly that will have to wait till tonight when I can rewatch S1 of Supernatural. And we're chewing over Grimm in the meantime, just tossing ideas back and forth. Fun stuff!