Atchoo, Atchoo, we all fall down

There's nothing like getting excited by a new, presumably well-researched book on the Black Death, settling down to read it, and immediately getting smacked with the "Ring Around The Rosy" is *totally* about the Black Death! Never mind that the rhyme's first appearance in print is about five centuries after said Black Death, which means that none of the other collectors of folklore, rhymes, and other children's circle games noticed it, but it was still popular enough to get handed down through the generations. And never mind the fact that there are a bunch of versions of it, most of which are obviously plague-free.

The author of the book is a good one, so I'm hoping that this was just a one-off oopsie. After all, we can't get our docents to stop telling visitors that "Good night, sleep tight" is a reference to rope beds.

In other news, I have perpetrated fic. A short Constantine one, to be exact. I'm just not sure if it's any good. It's sitting on my computer, blinking quietly at me, asking what I want to do with it.

Constantine fic

Title: Things Known and Unknown
Rating: PG 13 for language
Pairing:Constantine/Angela of sorts
Description: John muses on probabilities.
Author's Note: A toe into the water of Constantine fic. Unbeta’d.

( Of course, I know how all this will turn out. )