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| Monday, July 6th, 2009 | | 9:47 pm |
the game's afoot
In non-Star Trek news, I was sort of idly reading some Sherlock Holmes fic--blame ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) toft_froggy--and because I've only read a tiny bit of the canon, I thought I'd check it out further. So I opened Project Gutenberg's A Study In Scarlet in another window, got distracted, and ended up switching back and forth between the fic and the canon, alternating with doing other stuff. And before I knew it, I was forgetting which was which. This stuff is pretty gay, isn't it? I leave you with a quote--guaranteed Conan Doyle, no confusion, I double-checked: "...You know a conjuror gets no credit when once he has explained his trick, and if I show you too much of my method of working, you will come to the conclusion that I am a very ordinary individual after all." "I shall never do that," I answered; "you have brought detection as near an exact science as it ever will be brought in this world." My companion flushed up with pleasure at my words, and the earnest way in which I uttered them. I had already observed that he was as sensitive to flattery on the score of his art as any girl could be of her beauty. And this their first case! I cannot wait until they really become true and faithful friends. | | Sunday, July 5th, 2009 | | 4:56 pm |
Kink Bingo fic--I Get By With A Little Help
So I've been working on this one Spock-centric fic, and this other ensemble fic, and I was really trying to get some writing done on those, except there's this little voice in my head going Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirk pretty much continuously, so I wrote this to shut it up. Title: I Get By With A Little Help Author: Frostfire Pairing: Kirk/McCoy Rating: NC-17 Words: 2250 Notes: So this is for the "public sex" prompt on my Kink Bingo Card. Uh, I would be surprised if McCoy could actually physically do this to Kirk, but...well, I suggest you suspend your disbelief. ( So Jim is riding the biggest adrenaline rush of his entire life ) | | Wednesday, July 1st, 2009 | | 8:58 pm |
three things
1) After living on the West Coast for eight years, I had forgotten what 'humid' really meant. I mean, I remembered enough to make fun of people in Los Angeles for complaining about 30% humidity, but that visceral sense of the air having weight and heat was blocked from my memory. Chicago, my dear friends, is reminding me. It was not at all hot today, but you couldn't prove it from how I felt. 2) So I wrote a story for the latest issue of Shousetsu Bang*Bang, and while it could have stood a bit more attention and care (I really rushed it in--like, I was honestly frantically writing the thing right up to the deadline-- past the deadline, even--so the pacing especially is a little off; it should probably have had at least four thousand more words) I still think it's sorta cute. So if you want to read about 8000 words of a hesitant, mostly-straight businessman crushing on a suave, metrosexual engineer, check it out here. 3) God, I love Suzanne Brockmann. I now officially own all but three of the Troubleshooters books. (There are fifteen books in this series, guys.) I feel like I should turn in my nerd membership card or something. These books are awesome in the way movies like 2 Fast 2 Furious (which I also own) are awesome: no redeeming value whatsoever, but so enjoyable you don't even notice. ...and that is all, goodnight. | | Monday, June 15th, 2009 | | 3:55 pm |
DONE HA
HI GUYS, in Chicago today there are all these trees that are, um, going to seed or something? and they are shedding these little balls of fluff, and there are so many of them in some spots it looks like a layer of snow, and they are continuously floating through the air and stuff, and I'm sure if you actually have a lawn this is irritating as hell, but WOW IT IS SO CHARMING I CANNOT STAND IT. God, I need to sleep. But I am done! I mean, sort of. I had a meeting with my quasi-adviser today, and it went sort of like this: PRE-MEETING Frost: HOLY CRAP I HAVE ONLY JUST FINISHED THIS PAPER THA T I PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE GIVEN HIM A WEE K AND A HALF AGO AND I HAVE MADE SUCH TINY TINY PROGRESS ON MY MASTER'S THESIS AND HE IS GOING TO BE SO DISAPPOI NTED IN ME AND I AM A TERRIBLE STUDENT W HY WHY WHY. MEETING (all of his lines to be done with a Dutch accent): Him: Hi, [frost's name]! How about I buy you coffee! Here, let's talk about how the summer is going to go. Me: Uh, here's my paper? Him: Oh, right, that paper! Wonderful, thank you. Now let's talk about your family, how are they? Oh, and by the way, any progress on that thesis? Or have you not had time yet? Me: Um, well. A little? I mean, I have all summer, so I haven't really-- Him: Of course, of course! Well, if you want to send me something, do so whenever! Now let's talk about the work you'll be doing for me this summer! Which I will be paying you for of course. Me: Uh, so I know your budget isn't that-- Him: WHICH I WILL BE PAYING YOU FOR, OF COURSE. Me: Right. Of course. *facepalm* I always do this, I am all, "I suck, I haven't done anything, he is going to be so disappointed in me!!" and then the meetings ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS go swimmingly. Clearly I have some lingering trauma from undergrad. ANYWAY, now I am pretty much done for TWO WEEKS YAY. I don't even know what to do with myself! Well, okay, yes I do, I am going to go troll YouTube for any interviews with Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto that I haven't seen yet, and maybe watch all the ones I have seen over again, and I am going to eat my food that I bought myself, and then maybe I will watch Star Trek again, and then probably I will go to bed. SOUND GOOD? I THOUGHT SO. | | Sunday, June 14th, 2009 | | 7:33 pm |
SEND HELP
Guys, I am posting this instead of working, just like I have been reading fic instead of working ALL DAY LONG--srsly, I only had to stay diligent until tomorrow, would that have been so hard? APPARENTLY SO, and now I'm going to have to rush my way through some things AGAIN, Christ Jesus I need to buy a work ethic from someone. Anyway, this post is just to tell everyone how STAR TREK ATE MY BRAIN. I mean, okay, I saw the movie and posted about how it was awesome, and I posted that little fic, whatever. But this doesn't really convey--so, right, I am vidding it? And when I say "vidding", I mean I actually have a minute and a half of a vid that I may actually finish, wtf. So there's that. And okay, it's funny, but right after I saw the movie, I was totally not being that fannish about it (I had a due South renaissance? IDK, everyone was all KIRK SPOCK MCCOY UHURA ILU ALL, and I was sidetracked by tons of years-old Ray/Ray, it was weird) other than my little pornlet, which I actually wrote in a notebook while waiting for the train home after seeing the movie for the first time, and then later I had this vid idea and I was obsessing over that for days and days when I should have been doing other stuff (see above re: searching eBay for a work ethic) and then I read a story or two here and there, and then a few days ago I was suddenly like, HI INTERNET GIVE ME YOUR TREK FIC. And now I have read like every good story that exists, even all the gen and some of the het, and watched vids over and over and over and over again, and I have to tell you all: CHRIS PINE, YOUR MOUTH. His mouth! His mouth dragging in air post-choking! while shocked! while upset! I may have to search out anything else he has been in just so I can watch his mouth some more. And on that topic, I have this Kink Bingo card, and suddenly practically every square has me going, "Kirk would TOTALLY be up for that!" Because he would. Has anyone discussed the issue of Kirk's sexuality as relates to ( slight brief spoilers ) My point is: SEX KIRK UP, EVERYBODY. Now I have to work, oh God. Send glitter pens and pictures of Chris Pine's mouth. | | Monday, June 8th, 2009 | | 2:12 pm |
Kink Bingo fic--Hi, I'm Captain Jack Harkness
Title: Hi, I'm Captain Jack Harkness Author: Frostfire Fandom: Torchwood/Star Wars Pairing: Captain Jack Harkness/Chewbacca Words: 3480 Notes: Okay, so. This story, uh, requires a little explanation. I wrote it a long, long time ago, I think while on liviapenn's couch? And she totally encouraged and audienced and everything, and I finished it up, and stared at it in horror--Wookiee sex! I wrote Wookiee sex!!!--and then it sat on my hard drive for a year with the file name "wookieesex" and I sort of forgot I'd written it. And then I got my Kink Bingo card, and I saw the prompt "furries", and I thought, oh lord, I can't do furries! No way, no how. And I figured I'd just have to skip that square--and then I remembered this story. So I thought I'd open it up, and take a look at it, and maybe edit it to make it more fur-kink-focused. So I opened it up, and took a look at it--and noticed that I really didn't need to edit it for fur-kink. Guys, I wrote a furry story and didn't even realize it. So here, everybody! HAVE SOME WOOKIEE SEX. (Has anyone else ever done this? Can this be my claim to fame? Please dear God, let this not be my claim to fame.) | | 12:02 am |
KINK BINGO
Okay, I definitely sucked at this last year, but I SWEAR THIS YEAR I WILL AT LEAST GET ONE BINGO. And it will totally be possible--look, here's my card! There are definitely a couple of easy lines in there--I mean, right across the top, that's all like one step away from vanilla. Although--well, I'm not even going to think about aiming for a blackout until I have at least one line, but a little further down, and HOLY CRAP, branding! watersports! furries! AGEPLAY, AGH. I am not even going to think about that one yet. Anyway, people should get on my case about this if it looks like I'm slacking, but I swear I am resolved to do as much as I possibly can this summer. YAY KINK. (obedience! pegging! double penetration! tattoos! I am so excited.) | | Friday, June 5th, 2009 | | 5:04 am |
I don't believe you
A pet peeve of mine: Guy A: You are so beautiful, let's do X tender sex act. Guy B: Oh my goodness, somehow despite having been a) a sex slave, b) a whore, c) a slut who has sex with many men but it is sad and empty and meaningless, I have never ever in my LIFE a) been taken on my back, b) had my cock touched, c) been kissed on the mouth! This is so new and wonderful! Really? Really? I MEAN, REALLY. NEVER IN YOUR LIFE? I submit that somewhere in your hundreds or thousands of clients/meaningless hookups/dudes your evil owner loaned you out to/extensive training in sexual slavery, you would have encountered someone who wanted to give you a blowjob or whatever. Flist, if you have a virgin kink, is this something it's easy to suspend disbelief about? Because I see it a lot, and I am always rolling my eyes at the screen because I cannot believe that in six years of being a street whore, no one has paid Guy B to fuck them. (Admittedly, at this point I am obviously already reading a story about street whores having Pretty Woman-like romances with sexy billionaires or whatever, so it's not like I should come into this expecting it to be the most believable thing ever, but doesn't that seem a little too ridiculous?) Am I alone here? (PS: Also, unless you live on the Equator, please do not make your sex slave spend all his time naked. HE WILL GET COLD.) Finally, another pet peeve of mine: Hieroglyphic Luwian rock monuments. I HATE THEM ALL. NEVER EVER WILL I WRITE ANOTHER PAPER AB OUT HIEROGLYPHIC LUWIAN ROCK MONUMENTS. Although admittedly, at this point I do have all of the information about the ENTIRE CORPUS written down. So if I ever did write another paper about them, it would be 230847234 times easier. Guys, my bibliography for this paper is going to be like a zillion pages long; I have spent most of my time on this paper doing aerobic research, where you pop up and down from your seat and run all around the archives and up and down the stairs carrying piles and piles of ridiculously heavy books back to your table until you are surrounded and can barely peep over them to apologize to the people whose space your research is annexing. ALSO HALF OF THEM ARE IN GERMAN WHICH I THINK MAKES THEM HEAVIER. And of course, yesterday I had to call my Turkish friend over and sort of gesture helplessly at the enormous volume of Türk Tarih Kurumu Yayınları I had in front of me and be like, "please tell me if this says what this stele is made out of, I don't see 'granit' or 'bazalt' anywhere on this page." (Spoiler: It did not.) MY LIFE, SO FULL OF WEIRD LANGUAGES. | | Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009 | | 5:12 pm |
ahahahahaha help me
Aaaaand it finally happened--went searching the Internet for references for a paper I'm writing and came up with an SG-1 fansite. I bet Egyptologists get this all the time. In other news, AGH THIS PAPER KILL ME NOW. I am so sick of tracking down the 89235th German excavation report from 1935 in order to see if the author refers to one of the 20389740293 Luwian monuments I am researching with a modifier more specific than "stone". WOULD IT KILL YOU TO MENTION THAT IT IS L IMESTONE, GRANITE, BASALT, WHAT? I am so pleased that this is possibly my last archaeology class ever; I really do not want to care what kind of stone it is made out of, guys. Also, Archaologischer Anzeiger is my new least favorite journal. Each volume is a huge tome printed on photo-quality paper; I can carry maybe three at a time and I need like eight for this paper. *weeps* | | Sunday, May 31st, 2009 | | 8:43 pm |
Trek fic--I Had The Best Idea
Title: I Had The Best Idea Author: Frostfire Fandom: Star Trek 2009 Pairing: Kirk/(Spock/Uhura) Rating: NC-17 Words: 1103 Summary: Kirk has inappropriate thoughts about his officers. ( read! ) | | Thursday, May 7th, 2009 | | 11:56 pm |
STAR TREK
I saw Star Trek! So okay, I've never been that much of a Trekkie--Star Wars was definitely the early sci-fi fandom for me; Tiny Frost's first experience with grown-up books was Star Wars novelizations, and she did not look back, let me tell you. (In retrospect, I guess this means the fanfic thing started earlier than I thought it did.) But I used to watch Next Generation with my dad, and I'd seen The Trouble with Tribbles and a couple other episodes and movies here and there, and a few episodes of Voyager, and I've been getting into DS9 of late, so when svmadelyn started making excited noises about this movie that was coming out, I thought--sure, I could do that. And then she showed me and talitha78 the pon farr episode, and I remembered that TOS is, like, the PROTO-SLASH. This is the ur-text of slash, guys! And so deserving of the title, omg. Last weekend we marathoned the first four movies, and while I'd seen the whales one a couple of times before, I had never seen the first three. Which, yes, they are pretty terrible, but--THE GAY, HOLY CRAP. KIRK AND SPOCK ARE MARRIED, WTF. I think one of my favoritest things about the canon-ness of the pairing is actually Sarek, because his attitude toward Kirk reads, to me, exactly like an exasperated father-in-law--who at first is less than convinced that his kid has thought things through, and then is slowly like, well, okay, obviously he loves my son, and Spock does have good judgment, so maybe he's not so bad after all. That is how canon this pairing is; even Spock's dad ships it. So yeah, I'd gotten pretty excited about this movie, by the time today rolled around. ( movie! )In conclusion: AWESOME. And now I really have to go to sleep. SEE THIS MOVIE. | | Wednesday, May 6th, 2009 | | 4:17 am |
| | Thursday, April 30th, 2009 | | 8:42 pm |
Fastlane fic--Five Marks Van Ray Didn't Fuck, Part One: Dallas
Okay, so, as some of you may already have learned, I have a new show. And it is FASTLANE. AND IT IS THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER. Why is this fandom not LARGER? Does everyone understand that it is up there with the gayest buddy-cop shows ever? That the cops have a badass lady boss? That there are fast cars and guns and drug busts and delightful banter? That it is on DVD? GET WITH THE PROGRAM, FANDOM. Ahem. So, that being said, here is my fic offering for April! It is only Part One, but I have the second part half-written, sweartogod. Title: Five Marks Van Ray Didn't Fuck--Part One: Dallas Author: Frostfire Pairing: Van/Dallas, Van/Deaq pre-slash Rating: R Words: 1347 Spoilers: for 1.3 "Gone Native", obvs. ( Deaq finds Van in the Candy Store when he comes in that night. ) | | Thursday, April 23rd, 2009 | | 7:55 am |
Okay, so.
Um, right. So I was reading this romance-thriller series that had this gay couple? (Suzanne Brockmann, Hot Target and following, check it out!!!) and I was weirdly sucked in despite the better-than-average but still not totally awesome prose style, and so I picked up a couple of other books by her, and I started getting into them even though they were het romances, except I've been a teensy bit frustrated because no matter how much the guy is totally blown away by the woman and turns into mush when she's around, he's always (at least physically) on top in bed--not that it's done badly or unbelievably, but I've just spent way too much time thinking, maybe in this sex scene she'll cuff him to the bed and he'll love it, and of course it never happens. And I was thinking that maybe I should try trolling for novels with het romances where the guy subs, except I wasn't quite sure how I could find that information, in your standard romance-novel-recs, especially considering how rare I think it is to have that dynamic in a romance novel, and also considering how much of an utter snob I usually am about writing quality. Then I told myself I was an idiot and started this post. Fandom! Fandom, you are my only hope. And I can't believe I'm even saying this, but-- Rec me some het? Fic or novels, fandom doesn't matter, my two requirements are: a) really quality writing, I am such a snob you guys, you have no idea, and b) the guy is a little bit of a sub. Doesn't have to be BDSM-level (though I wouldn't say no), doesn't have to be every single time they're in bed, doesn't have to extend to the non-sex dynamic between the characters, but you know, at least a little bit. *waits hopefully!* | | Monday, April 13th, 2009 | | 10:17 pm |
Dreamwidth
HI EVERYONE I am on Dreamwidth! I haven't really posted about Dreamwidth, which is mostly because a) synecdochic says it all totally better than I do, and b) you guys all know that I think she's awesome already, and that's pretty much the extent of my technical knowledge of Dreamwidth and how it works. BUT ANYWAY, I have made a very important decision, which is to change my name slightly--I am frostfire over there. Do I miss the _17? Yes, slightly, but establishing myself as frostfire made me so happy--like, hi, that's my name! My journal has my name on it! See, that journal? That's me! My name!--that I don't miss it very much. Not that I've had a chance to miss anything, really, because I have totally done absolutely nothing with the Dreamwidth account yet--no posting, no LJ-syncing, I'm subscribed with Denise and nobody else so far--so don't, like, expect anything from clicking that link. But I WILL be doing all that stuff, once I sit down and fix it all up, which will be soon, I swear. So do come on over and subscribe, yes? | | Thursday, April 2nd, 2009 | | 1:29 am |
things that are funny
--Every year, Eisenbrauns, the ancient Near Eastern Amazon, does an April Fool's page. Featuring: letter shortage annouced by MLA, the Greatest Hits of Nuzi and The Hurrians, and a cylinder seal USB drive, for all your data storage and signature-related needs. You can check out previous years' offerings under "About Us" at the top--they are lolarious. --We're reading the Hittite myth of Appu in class right now. The first part goes something like this: Appu has no kids. This makes him very sad. All the other city elders have kids. When he hangs out with them, they all give bread to their sons, but Appu, despite being rich enough to buy boatloads of bread if he wanted, can't give any bread to his son. Because he doesn't have any kids! Which makes him sad! Depressed, he goes home and gets in bed without taking his shoes off. Appu's wife: Why have you always been so unsuccessful? Think you're going to succeed anytime soon? Appu: You're a woman! You're all....womanly! You don't know anything! Shut up! [except for the "shut up", that's basically a literal translation. Oh, and the ellipsis isn't in there either.] Appu's wife then goes in to him, and lies down in bed, clothed. ...Appu, I THINK I HAVE A CLUE WHY YOU'RE HAVING TR OUBLE WITH THIS KID THING. HINT: UR DOIN IT WRONG. --The A-Team! Face: Give this stuff one more good bounce, and Murdock'll be telling his jokes to St. Peter. Murdock: Oh, he's already heard 'em. [fair impression of Gregorian Chant]: Nominus nabisco...eat all your cookies... *explosions* Hannibal to BA: And you need a volunteer, right? (For climbing up a cliff while loaded down with unstable dynamite.) BA: Right. Hannibal, hand reaching out to clamp lovingly around Face's bicep: Right! Face: Don't you smile at me like that. That's not even a real smile. It's just a bunch of teeth playing with my mind! ...I know, what? Watch out for Hannibal's teeth! They play with your mind! This show is wacked and I love it. --Though I have to say, I wish to God they let the people die occasionally. For the amount of time they spend shooting semiautomatic weapons at dense groups of bad guys, surprisingly few people are removed from play by any methods other than a) punching, and b) explosions going off at just the right intensity and angle to flip their cars upside-down so that they can then crawl out of the windows, bruised and groaning, and limp away (or, on one hilariously memorable occasion, stay in the car but say, loudly and clearly, "You okay, Bill?" "Fine, you?" "Fine!"). Modern TV has spoiled me, so I am left staring at the screen in mild frustration, suppressing the (vaguely disturbing) urge to shout for more blood. (You don't even have to shoot them in the head! Just the shoulder? Or the thigh? Do you know how many bullets you waste every episode, not hitting anything at all?) I'm a child of the nineties, old-school network TV violence standards! I don't understand this! That single consistent annoyance aside, this show is still gold. LOVE. | | Tuesday, March 31st, 2009 | | 11:50 pm |
Psych fic--Pizza Schmizza
Okay, so now that I only have five minutes to go, I've given up on writing the second part of this before March ends, so--here's a fic that should have a little sequel, at some point! Yay! Title: Pizza Schmizza Author: Frostfire Pairing: gen, Shawn/Gus if you squint Rating: PG-13-ish for violence and bad words Words: 1431 Summary: What if Shawn found something to keep him interested before his stroke of genius in the Santa Barbara Police Department? Notes: This was for liviapenn on her birthday, because she deserves it. *hearts!!!* ( pizza, schmizza ) | | Saturday, March 28th, 2009 | | 12:40 am |
state of me
So okay, it's been spring break for me this last week, and let me tell you: I don't think I have EVER had a more restful spring break, ever. I had all sorts of plans about fannish projects I was going to work on, and have done none of them except for a) finish a beta I'd been working on, last weekend (and, uh, I may have been kinda sub-par at it--I blame exhaustion and overwork? and okay, I do feel a little bad) and b) write like 1400 words of fic for Livia as a birthday present, that should be finished and posted before March is over. Other than that--nada. In fact, I've done pretty much nothing, period, except feed kalpurna's cat. Oh, and I cleaned up my apartment yesterday? It looks much larger and emptier without stuff all over the floor. Other than that, it's been sleep, read fic, maybe watch something on Youtube, eat, read trashy novel, eat, read fic, sleep, over and over for days. I got up a little bit earlier yesterday in order to go to the library and get myself more trashy novels, and then I compensated by sleeping until 2:15 today, yes really. I sort of wish I had another week of this to go, although I do think I will be recharged enough to tackle another quarter on Monday, thank God. In more goofing-off news, though: why has no one mentioned to me how ridiculously awesome the A-Team is? I was reading a totally old-school Face/Murdock story, and I thought, why don't I check this show out? and it turns out Netflix has the entire series on Watch Now, so I started watching now, and--ahahahaha! It is awesome! Ridiculous costumes, blowing things up, crazy crazy Murdock, pretty Face, hilarious Hannibal, oh my God Mr. T he is so amazing. Face is, like, custom-designed for me to heart, soooo easy on the eyes, already gets knocked around and bleeds in the first episode he's in, brilliantly funny, I'm just waiting for him to get shot, wouldn't that be awesome? And Murdock! clinically insane, I love insane characters. And they love each other! Again, first episode in which he appears, Face says to a random guest character about Murdock, that he's totally crazy, "But I love him." And it's completely serious, and there's this pause where she sorta looks at him like, *eyebrow*, and he just stands there and means it. It's beautiful. And BA. BA BA BA. He is so hilarious and so competent at everything--he knows electronics! he works with troubled youth! as he says to Hannibal when Hannibal has them all engaged in this totally unnecessarily complicated trap-stalking-thing, " My part of the plan never goes wrong." And he is Mr. T, and he wears all that bling, and wow, I may just keel over from it all. Oh, and the chauvinism in the show isn't even that bad! Like, okay, it's there, but I thought it would be really really horrible and it isn't--and also with older shows I can just roll my eyes and say "Oh, it was the times" and not be too bothered. And, okay, the plots are brilliant. I'm like three episodes in (not counting the two-part pilot, which I skipped because, uh, no Face), and we've already had: evil cults (requiring homemade flamethrowers to combat!), evil prison wardens (requiring Hannibal to pretend to be the gayest hairdresser ever!), and now an evil SWAT team, whom Hannibal is currently engaged in stalking--thwarting their on-the-side assassinations, bugging their clothing, calling them on the phone and saying cryptic things that reveal he can hear their every word, sending Murdock as a singing flower delivery, singing a really creepy song about how the SWAT team captain is going to die! and there'll be a hearse! and a pine box! and it all rhymes and he has roses and it is disturbing. And Murdock thinks it's all hilarious, and Face rolls his eyes but also sort of thinks it's hilarious, and Amy the reporter chick is sort of you people are crazy but okay, and BA is clearly only going along with this because he respects Hannibal as his former commanding officer and current sort-of boss, despite the fact that he is as insane as Murdock, who the fuck sends singing death threats, sir? I LOVE IT, IT IS THE BEST THING EVER. eeee! ETA:
Hannibal: Face, BA loves you.
Face: He does?
Hannibal: Told me so himself.
THEY ALL LOVE EACH OTHER!!! I wonder if OT4 would be at all plausible? Maybe if Hannibal wasn't such a father figure to Face. Hmmm.ETA 2: And now Hannibal's telling the cops that he and Face are ballet dancers and BA is their choreographer. They have to stop being so awesome, or I have to stop NEEDING to tell the world about it, because otherwise this entry is going to end up ten thousand words long. I think I also forgot to mention that the writing is actually quite good, which is totally my selling point when it comes to TV. I LOVE THIS SHOW OKAY. | | Friday, March 20th, 2009 | | 2:26 pm |
I can't tell if today gets an A or an F
Right, so, here's a summary of my day so far: --It started yesterday morning. Because due to, er, a slight miscalculation concerning how much work a five-page essay could really be (shut up, I'm thorough) I was up all night last night. The essay was due at 10:30 this morning, which was also the time of that class's final. Yesterday and last night were pretty much devoted to writing the one and studying for the other-- I really don't understand how it could have taken that long. Seriously, it does not make sense. --So, yeah, eventually finished the essay, studied for the final as my eyelids drooped, drank copious amounts of coffee, and finally left for campus filled with the knowledge that my one ambition was to make it through printing out my essay, study for a last desperate fifteen minutes (I was somehow not quite finished) take the exam as quickly as humanly possible, return home and fall into blessed unconsciousness. Sleep was all I wanted, that was it, I was sort of hoping I wouldn't actually fall asleep during the test. --Arrived at school, printed the essay, sat down for a last desperate et cetera. Was staring at a particularly difficult sentence in this ritual we're translating, thinking, seriously, is there a woodpile on the king's foot or what? when my professor walked into the archives. I hightailed it over to him and asked if he would be so kind as to explain the sentence for me; he walked me through it (turned out the woodpile was at the king's feet, oh, well, okay) and I went back to staring at the last page of the ritual, puzzling through the next bit of it. --Eventually could put it off no longer and went upstairs, hoping to dear sweeet Jesus that the test would not contain one of the several passages from the available mass of text that I was, er, a tad shaky on. --Sat down to take the test--and looked down at the last page of the ritual. Complete with the sentence I'd asked my professor about. All stuff I had just been looking at over the last fifteen minutes, and oh-so-conveniently stopping before I had. Beautiful. Dashed through it, managed to also do a respectable job on the graduate-student-only section, which was part of another text, handed in my test first, thank you, and fled to the well-deserved arms of spring break. --Returned home--oh, a good three hours ago now. Before I left, I had pulled out my futon (shut up, I'm a graduate student) in happy anticipation of coming home to blessed unconsciousness, and now I am sitting up on it with my laptop because, oh the great ironies of life, the adrenaline and general euphoria of doing well on a test I'd been worried about, plus SPRING BREAK YAY, has totally kept me from falling asleep. --And now I'm hungry. Do I scrounge through my approaching-bare cupboards for something I would have to actually cook? Go grocery shopping? Go to Subway and get myself one of the more indulgent sandwiches as a reward for surviving the morning? I'm leaning toward Option 3, but I don't know if I can bring myself to put on shoes and a coat and walk the two blocks. Decisions. | | Wednesday, March 18th, 2009 | | 10:34 pm |
Okay, guys.
To anyone who's interested: In the present tense, "lay" is transitive. That means it takes a direct object. You lay something (or somebody). You can lay a hand on someone. You can lay a stick on a fire. You can lay someone else down on your bed, but you cannot lay down on your bed. In the present tense, "lie" is intransitive. You can lie down. You cannot lie anything else down. My mnemonic for this has always been, "Now I lay me down to sleep." Why the hell is there a me in there? Because it doesn't work without it; our devout and sleepy narrator can't just lay down, because English won't allow it. The past tense of "lay" is "laid". "He laid the book down." The past tense of "lie" is "lay". Yes, I know. It's awful. "He lay down" is correct. "He lays down" is not correct. And honestly, half the time I sort of wish I didn't know this, because it's so ridiculous and confusing that lots of otherwise-excellent authors mix it up, and of course it drives me crazy because I'm...crazy. But if you were wondering, here it is. |
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