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Odds, Sims, man-dancing.
Dec. 27th, 2006 06:25 pmWhy, according to a BBC article I can't quite be bothered to link to, are the shortest odds on ( the following thing's speculatively occurring in Harry Potter and the [melodramatic adjective][Archaic Noun] AKA Book 7 ) when the ironic and heroic semi-up-ending surely revolves more around the idea of ( the following alternative thing's speculatively occurring in Harry Potter and the [melodramatic adjective][Archaic Noun] AKA Book 7 ) Hmmm?
Hello. Happy December 27th. There is so much chocolate in the house. And I have two Sims 2 expansion packs. It's very daunting. I could comfortably spend hours on it now. Well, not comfortably, and not at all while my father HOGS MY CHRISTMAS PRESENT IN THIS UNCHIVALROUS MANNER, but there's so much to do. I need to buy people cars and give Ringo Starr a salon and let Starsky and Hutch have their wedding and retile Napoleon and Illya's kitchen and everything. Oh dear. But I did write more of that deranged fic last night. The one where the remit is essentially bringing together Sparrow/Norrington and Simon/Garfunkel. 'Ladies and Gentlemen, Simon slash Garfunkel.' That's how he should've said it. I was writing the fic with Pirates 2 on in the background (Brother got it for Mother - poor Brother who had tomato soup for Christmas lunch, because the vegetarian option was 'Don't eat the meat then'). It helped very slightly. What's tricky is not turning Sparrow into a parody of himself. His speech patterns are not half as eccentric as the inclination would suggest. Same with Stephen Fry, I expect, if I ever try and write him, which I probably shan't. The fic versions I've seen are all riotously funny and sound precisely like an idea of Stephen Fry, but I'm not sure I've ever read a piece of dialogue he'd actually say. Trickiness.
Also Men have been dancing for me. On the telly, and they didn't say it was specifically for me, but still. It's like when I went to look for a very specific video, namely a three episode sequence of The Bill and the epilogue, and I didn't know if it was even possible to buy The Bill on tape, and it was, and I found a tape containing precisely those four episodes. That's a thing the world does sometimes. Go world.
Hello. Happy December 27th. There is so much chocolate in the house. And I have two Sims 2 expansion packs. It's very daunting. I could comfortably spend hours on it now. Well, not comfortably, and not at all while my father HOGS MY CHRISTMAS PRESENT IN THIS UNCHIVALROUS MANNER, but there's so much to do. I need to buy people cars and give Ringo Starr a salon and let Starsky and Hutch have their wedding and retile Napoleon and Illya's kitchen and everything. Oh dear. But I did write more of that deranged fic last night. The one where the remit is essentially bringing together Sparrow/Norrington and Simon/Garfunkel. 'Ladies and Gentlemen, Simon slash Garfunkel.' That's how he should've said it. I was writing the fic with Pirates 2 on in the background (Brother got it for Mother - poor Brother who had tomato soup for Christmas lunch, because the vegetarian option was 'Don't eat the meat then'). It helped very slightly. What's tricky is not turning Sparrow into a parody of himself. His speech patterns are not half as eccentric as the inclination would suggest. Same with Stephen Fry, I expect, if I ever try and write him, which I probably shan't. The fic versions I've seen are all riotously funny and sound precisely like an idea of Stephen Fry, but I'm not sure I've ever read a piece of dialogue he'd actually say. Trickiness.
Also Men have been dancing for me. On the telly, and they didn't say it was specifically for me, but still. It's like when I went to look for a very specific video, namely a three episode sequence of The Bill and the epilogue, and I didn't know if it was even possible to buy The Bill on tape, and it was, and I found a tape containing precisely those four episodes. That's a thing the world does sometimes. Go world.
