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Jun. 27th, 2008 10:01 pmA bunch of random discussion and observations.
* I would like to start with the fact that working at a sandwich shop near a minor league baseball stadium is going to start being hazardous to my baseball RPS health. I've been at Amato's for about a year, now; much longer and some of the rookies with the Red Sox are gonna start being guys I've met. One guy who I believe is a pretty major prospect for the Red Sox, Iggy Suarez, is in all the time. I've taken his orders and made his sandwiches. And he's cute. (And today, when my rather gorgeous assistant manager mentioned to him that she's leaving, he gave her his phone number. Heh.) And whenever he comes in, I think, "Oh man, if he ends up in Boston, there is no way there won't be fic about him." And that just breaks my brain a little too much.
* Work has been dead all week. And it has been hot and gross and stormy and I do not like it.
* My MP3 player, which is apparently on my friendslist, has started spitting John Barrowman's "Every Little Thing" cover at me when I put it on shuffle. And then I listen to it like five times in a row, because it's just so hypnotically awful. I keep waiting for it to suck less or reveal hidden charms, but it doesn't. It does keep getting funnier, though.
* DOCTOR WHO TOMORROW. I AM SO EXCITED YOU GUYS. OH MAN. And next week, I'm scheduled to be out early, so I'll have my hands on the finale hours sooner. And then Doctor Who will be over and that will not be okay, but one thing at a time.
* I have found (well, been linked to) two different recs for "Supply and Demand." I can't remember the last time I wrote something people were that enthusiastic about. It's pretty exciting.
* Yeah, I have to blather about soap now.
( Cut for length, and because I mean literal soap, from a particular soap company that I adore, and I'm not just saying that because the company's owner is on my friendslist. )
* I am a verbal chameleon. I have known this for some time. My grammar and vocabulary have borne traces of British influence for years (I started when I was young; oh, James Herriot, I had to be the only eight year old in my country reading your books).
And now, of course, I've been reading Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster books. This is starting to become problematic. The use of slang in those books is really heavy and takes a bit of getting used to. Today, without even thinking about it, I swiped a phrase from them. And not just any phrase, no, not something obviously archaic and out of use. It was "ticked off," which the books use to describe the act off ripping a strip off someone. Naturally, my telling a coworker "I've actually been ticked off over it before!" didn't carry quite the meaning I was going for. Maybe I should read something else for a while.
* That said, let me now go on about how Thank You, Jeeves is clearly the pinnacle of literature and I should just never bother with opening another book again because I am bound to be disappointed.( Okay, not really, but anything that has me in unself-conscious hysterics in the middle of Dunkin Donuts has got to have something going for it. )
Oh, man, that all took like a year and a half to write. My brain is cooked. I'm not even proofreading. The hell with it.
* I would like to start with the fact that working at a sandwich shop near a minor league baseball stadium is going to start being hazardous to my baseball RPS health. I've been at Amato's for about a year, now; much longer and some of the rookies with the Red Sox are gonna start being guys I've met. One guy who I believe is a pretty major prospect for the Red Sox, Iggy Suarez, is in all the time. I've taken his orders and made his sandwiches. And he's cute. (And today, when my rather gorgeous assistant manager mentioned to him that she's leaving, he gave her his phone number. Heh.) And whenever he comes in, I think, "Oh man, if he ends up in Boston, there is no way there won't be fic about him." And that just breaks my brain a little too much.
* Work has been dead all week. And it has been hot and gross and stormy and I do not like it.
* My MP3 player, which is apparently on my friendslist, has started spitting John Barrowman's "Every Little Thing" cover at me when I put it on shuffle. And then I listen to it like five times in a row, because it's just so hypnotically awful. I keep waiting for it to suck less or reveal hidden charms, but it doesn't. It does keep getting funnier, though.
* DOCTOR WHO TOMORROW. I AM SO EXCITED YOU GUYS. OH MAN. And next week, I'm scheduled to be out early, so I'll have my hands on the finale hours sooner. And then Doctor Who will be over and that will not be okay, but one thing at a time.
* I have found (well, been linked to) two different recs for "Supply and Demand." I can't remember the last time I wrote something people were that enthusiastic about. It's pretty exciting.
* Yeah, I have to blather about soap now.
( Cut for length, and because I mean literal soap, from a particular soap company that I adore, and I'm not just saying that because the company's owner is on my friendslist. )* I am a verbal chameleon. I have known this for some time. My grammar and vocabulary have borne traces of British influence for years (I started when I was young; oh, James Herriot, I had to be the only eight year old in my country reading your books).
And now, of course, I've been reading Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster books. This is starting to become problematic. The use of slang in those books is really heavy and takes a bit of getting used to. Today, without even thinking about it, I swiped a phrase from them. And not just any phrase, no, not something obviously archaic and out of use. It was "ticked off," which the books use to describe the act off ripping a strip off someone. Naturally, my telling a coworker "I've actually been ticked off over it before!" didn't carry quite the meaning I was going for. Maybe I should read something else for a while.
* That said, let me now go on about how Thank You, Jeeves is clearly the pinnacle of literature and I should just never bother with opening another book again because I am bound to be disappointed.
( Okay, not really, but anything that has me in unself-conscious hysterics in the middle of Dunkin Donuts has got to have something going for it. )Oh, man, that all took like a year and a half to write. My brain is cooked. I'm not even proofreading. The hell with it.
