I was in such a crappy mood last night. I had to edit my last post in which I referred to myself as roadkill. It seemed a bit over the top. It's another day and the wobble has evened out a bit. This morning I dreamed of Harry Potter again. I don't even know why--I'm not reading any HP right now. So many of my dreams read like bad fan-fiction. This one involved Harry and Snape and I think Ron wandering through the school's dungeons like Spinal Tap band members trying to find their way to the stage. ("Hello, Cleveland!"). Spike was down there chained to a wall, rather like the suspended prisoner in "Life of Brian," and that's kind of funny. It all blends together in the end, doesn't it. It's just a big brain soup up there, with alphabet letters randomly coming together and forming half-meaningful words. Chaos, jello, and amnesia. Anyway. There was a rescue attempt and a deeply emotional bond was formed between Harry and Spike which in this particular dream did not involve marriage, I'm sure you're all very glad to hear. But I really can't remember much. It's rare these days that I remember more than the sketched outlines of dreams.
I have never seen a Harry/Spike story. I'm sure one exists though, and that at least six of you have read it.
Feeling the need to prove that I still have a positive side, that the corners of my mouth are occasionally slightly tipped up, I pimp my friends: (amyzoncom) anaxila, who made some gorgeous icons recently, and kjv31, who drew a bunch of noir-based illustrations that you can see by browsing back through his LJ, along with images like these, which are so very pretty. I'd rec stories too, except I really haven't been reading much. And movies...um. I did watch "Runaway Jury" last week and that was really good. And I'm reading "Making History" by Stephen Fry, which is also really good so far.
In closing, my motto is, "Recs you can trust! ...even though I'm lame and can only mumble and make vague thumbs-up gestures instead of presenting coherent reasons for their goodness."