After a 2+ year hiatus from fanfiction, I've been sucked, very tangentially, into Harry Potter slash. I'm so ashamed. After all the smart-ass remarks I've made about people reading and writing sex stories about underage kids, too.

First I read Heleninhell's charming and somehow very believable Draco/Ron story. I mourn that she never wrote the promised sequel to that one. Is it because it was the first story I read in the fandom, or is it Helen's amazing talent that makes me realize that if I were going to read a lot in this fandom, this would be the pairing of choice for me?

At the recommendation of someone whose taste I usually trust, I dipped a toe into Telanu's site to read her gulp Potter/Snape stories.

The very idea gave me hives when it was suggested to me, but there you are. I'm still unemployed and have far too much time on my hands.

The Your Horoscope For Today stories were charming, especially when framed, as they were, with quotes from The Onion's typically off-beat astrological predictions. Telanu caught Snape pretty firmly, the character's voice is very much like it might be if any of the books were told from his perspective. This version of Harry is...well, he's almost simple-minded. But the stories have a silly charm.

She has also written a longer, still unfinished Potter/Snape slash story. The good news is that she's not writing Snape having sex with an underage Harry Potter. Snape is, in fact, appalled by the realization of his attraction to the fifteen year-old. However, with each story, Harry ages a year, so we can assume that in another story or two, this unlikely duo will consummate this oddly convincing romance. If she'd only have resisted the "hey, let's make everyone gay!" temptation of making two of Ron's brothers (so far) Gay and Proud, I'd have very little to quibble about in these stories so far. Beyond the fact that she hasn't posted an update in six months or more, I mean.

Not that that means I'm going to go out and start surfing the net for any more slash in this fandom. Or in any other fandom. I'm still scared of what's out there.

Saturday morning, the farmer's market. It's early for Colorado produce but I got some fresh-baked bread and some delicious cheese. I also found some fabulous pesto, made with mascarpone cheese, sun-dried tomatoes, capers, artichoke hearts, garlic, and of course olive oil. I've been diving into it every five minutes all weekend. (If this sounds like one of those dishes that clog your arteries and subtract an hour off your life expectancy with each bite, don't tell me about it.)

At lunch on Saturday, I also had a chicken-angel-hair pasta in lemon-dill sauce with capers sort of thing. Capers seem to be my theme for the weekend.

For those interested, by the way, we're to have rain this evening, they arrested the woman who set that 100,000 acre fire, and they think they might be able to keep the fire from reaching Denver after all.

What is it about Sunday afternoon that makes me so boring?