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I have slain the monster, which is the application to have the assessment of my house reconsidered. I filled out the application and listed the reasons I thought they were batshit to think anyone would pay 418,000 for my crappy fixer-upper ('the addition on the back was added by the previous owner and is currently pulling away from the house, causing plaster cracks and subsidance; it is also falling down because the bricks are buckling. Cost to replace estimated as minimum 20,000.') I'm sure it won't move them a whit, but anyway-- I did it.

Now I am relieved of that crushing anxiety, my mind is taking off and considering female dragons. As with hawks, the female dragon is larger than the male. In royal circles the female rulers of the continents are subtly higher statused than the tempestuous rulers of the ocean. I please myself mightily considering the etiquette of sex under these circumstances, as well as what the female rulers look like to my dragon kings. The pictorial image I have is of the ladies in late Renaissance or early Tudor courts- cold-faced, watchful, flat-mouthed, viewing the viewer from their own incomprehensible standards: vaguely alien in feel, as indeed are their menfolk. What on earth could go on in their heads, one wonders, and how could one begin to recommend oneself to such a person?

And the rest of the time I read Second Taiki, where the King and the general are currently discussing theology, as female kings and female generals naturally will-- at least in that world, which has more than a few unexpected twists in it. They might even be historical twists, since what I'm seeing is Heaven and the Jade Emperor requiring people to follow the path of virtue, which means showing obedience to Heaven's laws that actively discourage what we consider virtuous action as in, oh, relieving oppressed people from genocidal tyrants. The general is outraged because this attitude of Heaven makes no sense: but I have the impression that not a few Imperial decrees in China made no sense either, and/or flatly contradicted the Confucianist party line. But the Emperor is the Emperor and right, even when he's wrong, and it's not your place to question that.

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For some reason I am now envisaging fan etiquette being important among female dragons.

You always did, actually. ^_^ I'm not sure about fans, which seem too 18th century for me, except that I recently encountered the king of Han throwing his fan into the King of En's face in a fit of pique. This has possibilities.

I blush to remember that you are correct. :) Hm. That does sound intriguing.

(if I had money to fling about, I'd love to buy your house. I sleep very well there, and there are few places where I sleep well)

In spite of the creaking corridor and the lack of air in my spare room? Must be the blackout curtains.

I'd say it was jet lag but I was there once when it wasn't jet lag and slept very well. It's the lack of ghosts, I tell you.

Gaaah, best of luck with it. Mine miraculously grew from 1.5 to 2.0 stories with the new assessment, and when I pointed out the error, the conversation went something like "Yes, but is it living space?" "There's a furnace up there." "So that means you can live in it." "No, that means the furnace can live in it. A furnace is not a human." Etc.

Much fuss and bother.

Like my basement. They: It's an apartment. Me: It's full of my boxes, it has no ceiling, and I wouldn't house a family of refugees in that hole. They: But it has a stove and a fridge in it. Therefore it's an apartment.

I am currently looking for a strong back to remove the stove and fridge (both unused since I took possession 17 years ago) so that my basement becomes a basement again and not an apartment.

I have a strong-backed younger brother and strong-backed friends who might be willing to help out if stars align and timing, weather, the getting of an appropriate vehicle for hauling, etc. can come together. Shall I ask?

Mhh. It's a lot of gas and time to come from K-W. There are people around here who do this thing regularly; I just need to look at the flyers on telephone poles more often. But thanks.

Wow, they actually looked? That's pretty impressive. Here they just take a Polaroid of the front from the outside, then make a lot of guesses based on that and old survey stuff in the county files. (Thus, I also acquired lots more crawspace.)

No, the previous owner had the thing registered as an apartment and actually had tenants in it, the skank. When I appealed my assessment before they said, We have it registered as an apartment. Is there still a stove and fridge there? 'Yes but...' 'Then it's still an apartment.'

They do eventually send someone out to look at the place. Last time they did that I was in Japan when the notice came that the guy was coming on whatever day. My luck.

Y'know, if they will actually come to look, that could work.

(I recall places like that. Toss up a few panels of drywall in the nasty basement and dub it a bedroom -- proving that students really will live *anywhere.*)

*asseses your house for pastry equivelant*
*finds your house delicious*

late Renaissance or early Tudor courts- cold-faced, watchful, flat-mouthed, viewing the viewer from their own incomprehensible standards:
Will they also have incomprehensible fashions; the artist in me wants to know.

how could one begin to recommend oneself to such a person?
Crikey, I'd try to get a letter of introduction from someone already associated with the dragon; preferably someone they respect (either friend or enemy) and do my best not to show up smelling of a recent meal or with mustard packets in my pockets. ^_^ (I know the question was most probably rhetorical but I couldn't resist adding my two bits!)

Will they also have incomprehensible fashions; the artist in me wants to know

Part of me insists that of course they have whaleboning and flat bodices, the other part says no way. In Minekura's canon the dragon kings, or rather dragon king, or rather Goujun, wears a neat outfit of fullsleeved coat, narrow from elbow to wrist, open from the waist down over blousoned breeches and boots. Cape and animal tusks optional. Best seen in my gallery here (http://pics.livejournal.com/flemmings/gallery/00006hra). The colour one is by a famous Japanese fanartist whose name I've somehow forgotten.

I think introductions go by word of mouth- your sister had a good experience with this male dragon and so you might want to secure his son as a mate for your daughter. So that if you the male dragon get an invitation to come sire a dragonlet, you can assume you've already been vetted as to pedigree and niceness of family. And I suppose you aren't expected to make conversation with the female in question as we know it: just compose the proper poems at the proper times.