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Feb. 6th, 2006 12:16 pmDefining moment of the weekend: I'm sitting at the kitchen table, taking notes for the Harry Potter story; my apartment mate walks in. "Do you mind if I open the fire escape gate?" he asks. "I want to take some pictures."
"Have a party," I mutter.
Several minutes of loud banging and wrenching noises ensue; I eventually simply push my notes on the structure of the Ministry aside, and wait with (what I hope is) an expression of forbearance. My apartment mate finally comes back intot the kitchen; mission accomplished.
"All set?" I ask.
"Sure- now, I just have to get (his model)." Exit apartment mate; he quickly returns, with a camera around his neck, and the model... who's dressed as a ninja.
"What do you think?" he asks.
I look at her with the utter deadpan of one who's learned through experience not to be surprised at anything my apartment mate does. "Well," I finally say, "at least she'll be quiet."
"Have a party," I mutter.
Several minutes of loud banging and wrenching noises ensue; I eventually simply push my notes on the structure of the Ministry aside, and wait with (what I hope is) an expression of forbearance. My apartment mate finally comes back intot the kitchen; mission accomplished.
"All set?" I ask.
"Sure- now, I just have to get (his model)." Exit apartment mate; he quickly returns, with a camera around his neck, and the model... who's dressed as a ninja.
"What do you think?" he asks.
I look at her with the utter deadpan of one who's learned through experience not to be surprised at anything my apartment mate does. "Well," I finally say, "at least she'll be quiet."
