oh, now *that's* exciting

Today, I walked two miles to Whole Foods, got a basket full of groceries, and realized I'd left my wallet back in my dorm at Tulane.

Boy, that was fun.

About a mile back, I realized that I did have my checkbook with me, but since my driver's license was in my wallet, I didn't have any ID besides my Tulane ID, and I'm not entirely sure that's eligible to serve as ID with a check. Since my checks are definitely from out of town. Read: 2000 miles away.

I am not a happy camper.

*head to side*

You know what I just realized? (And I, uh, think I figured this out a while ago -- no, really, a while ago; it just took till now to hit me.) It's now impossible for me to look at Narnia as anything but a tragedy. It's like, hey, cute boys, ass-kicking, magic, rock on, but it's now essentially a tragedy.

And nothing but.

And that's kind of a shame.

This realization brought to you by the "read to your children! which we will illustrate by showing clips from prince caspian! THE MOVIE!" advertisements on Hulu. Because it's all, "books open doors!" (that is the Pevensies realizing that their castle is now in ruins), "make new friends!" (that is the Pevensies meeting the tattered remains of the Narnians and going, "OH MY GOD THIS IS WHAT WE ARE LEFT WITH?"), "travel to new lands!" (that is the Pevensies going, "OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU PEOPLE DONE TO OUR COUNTRY AND WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?") and that, you know, kind of puts a damper on things. Sure, it's shiny and awesome if you don't know what's going on, but if you do (or if you're, uh, me), then it just kind of kills you.

Damn.

I mean, it's not like there was happy shiny killing things now-ishness that brought me into the fandom -- it was the tragedy -- but damn.

My entire concept of Narnia is founded around tragedy. Hell, my goddamn rewrite of LB is a tragedy. I have to go sulk now.

and you thought it couldn't get any worse

cupiscent and I ruminate on Prince Caspian: The Musical!

NO, REALLY. COME BACK. STOP RUNNING.

Think about it!

(Because apparently I couldn't sink any lower without bodyswitching -- wait, never mind, been there, done that -- mpreg -- does Peta count? -- and wingfic -- I don't think I've actually written any wingfic. Huh. Werewolves, yes, wingfic, no. Am I missing anything?)

ETA: You people are all insane. I mean, I love you despite your flaws, but still.