How Is Robin Van Persie So Sexy?
Feb. 12th, 2011 08:07 pmI'm alive! More or less! Geez, what a week though. I've been - okay, a couple of weeks ago I mentioned that I was really stuck on my first story for my Levinthal tutorial? I finally got a draft done YESTERDAY. So the last week and a half has been an ongoing drama of my tutor sending me increasingly pointed emails asking if she's ever going to see this story, and me staying up all night to write and still, somehow, not producing any actual words. I don't actually remember much of anything that happened since Tuesday (aside from brief flashes of Margery of Kempe, which would be hallucinatory on a good day), and I'm now in that post-writing stage of obsessive "oh god this was the worst, most pointless story ever written, my tutor will hate me"-ness, but! The important thing is that I finally got it written. And I've taken today off to recover from the whole mess.
Here are some things that are making me happy today:
1. This part of my story where I got to make up an anecdote that was not in fact directly inspired by anything my family has ever done but still sounds perfectly like something my father would have done. I may hate the rest of this story passionately, but I do love this whole paragraph.
“The summer I was seven,” she says steadily, “Dad decided one day he needed to teach me how to fish. So he stole his buddy Charlie’s extra rod and threw his tackle box in the back of the pick-up and we drove up to Cochiti. Dragged me out of bed at three in the morning, drove 50 miles to get to the lake, and we can’t catch a damn thing. He’s sitting there, pounding back Coronas and getting more and more pissed, and I’d rather be playing in the mud, but he’s going to teach me to fish, damnit.”
She pauses. It’s always hard to get the inflections right on this part of the story, to convince whoever she’s telling that it’s actually supposed to be funny. She’s had a lot of practice at it, though.
“So finally he just loses it. He stands up and looks at me and says “fishing this way is for pansies,” and takes Charlie’s pellet gun out of the back seat of the truck and just starts shooting into the water, at all those fish he’s sure are right there. And that’s how we got banned from Cochiti Lake.”
2. The Sherlock/Tumbling fusion AU![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
colourofsaying and I came up with the other day. In which John is the captain of the boys' high school rhythmic gymnastics team, Sherlock is the anti-social but gifted ex-thug/newcomer to the team, Lestrade is the well-meaning coach, and Mycroft is Sherlock's mom. TEEN!SHERLOCK IN A SPARKLY PINK LEOTARD, TELL ME IT WOULDN'T BE AWESOME. Or, you know, made of crack, which is almost as good.
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arsenalbbs. This shouldn't really come as news to anyone, but Thierry Henry is pretty much the most flawless human being on the planet. I am constantly amazed that the universe has been able to fit that much sexy into a single Frenchman in a suit. Of note in the comments: crazy!Jens Lehmann, Leo Messi running into a tree branch, and a Pepsi commercial where Cesc Fabregas blows Thierry Henry a kiss. I swear, sometimes I love this team so fucking much.
4. As soon as I post this, I'm making double fudge brownies. :)
Here are some things that are making me happy today:
1. This part of my story where I got to make up an anecdote that was not in fact directly inspired by anything my family has ever done but still sounds perfectly like something my father would have done. I may hate the rest of this story passionately, but I do love this whole paragraph.
“The summer I was seven,” she says steadily, “Dad decided one day he needed to teach me how to fish. So he stole his buddy Charlie’s extra rod and threw his tackle box in the back of the pick-up and we drove up to Cochiti. Dragged me out of bed at three in the morning, drove 50 miles to get to the lake, and we can’t catch a damn thing. He’s sitting there, pounding back Coronas and getting more and more pissed, and I’d rather be playing in the mud, but he’s going to teach me to fish, damnit.”
She pauses. It’s always hard to get the inflections right on this part of the story, to convince whoever she’s telling that it’s actually supposed to be funny. She’s had a lot of practice at it, though.
“So finally he just loses it. He stands up and looks at me and says “fishing this way is for pansies,” and takes Charlie’s pellet gun out of the back seat of the truck and just starts shooting into the water, at all those fish he’s sure are right there. And that’s how we got banned from Cochiti Lake.”
2. The Sherlock/Tumbling fusion AU
colourofsaying and I came up with the other day. In which John is the captain of the boys' high school rhythmic gymnastics team, Sherlock is the anti-social but gifted ex-thug/newcomer to the team, Lestrade is the well-meaning coach, and Mycroft is Sherlock's mom. TEEN!SHERLOCK IN A SPARKLY PINK LEOTARD, TELL ME IT WOULDN'T BE AWESOME. Or, you know, made of crack, which is almost as good.3. Everything about this post on
arsenalbbs. This shouldn't really come as news to anyone, but Thierry Henry is pretty much the most flawless human being on the planet. I am constantly amazed that the universe has been able to fit that much sexy into a single Frenchman in a suit. Of note in the comments: crazy!Jens Lehmann, Leo Messi running into a tree branch, and a Pepsi commercial where Cesc Fabregas blows Thierry Henry a kiss. I swear, sometimes I love this team so fucking much.4. As soon as I post this, I'm making double fudge brownies. :)