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vulgarweed) wrote2005-08-03 11:54 am
vulgarweed) wrote2005-08-03 11:54 am
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Well, I'm just about to be off before long. Note to my neighbors: Yes, I am the crazy person in the building finishing up the laundry at 5 AM. Why? Because I got home from work at 2 and that's how long it takes, silly.
I certainly could show up at my parents' house with a suitcase full of dirty laundry, but at my age that would be unspeakably trashy. (Not that I haven't done it, mind you.)
Notes to self:
(1) Yes, it does take longer to get from my apartment to the seat on the airplane at O'Hare than it does to fly from Chicago to Roanoke. 'Twas ever thus, and it's true of New York and Toronto as well.
(2) Leave space in suitcase. When Mom says, "We didn't get you much for your birthday this year, we're sorry, just a few things," she means she only got me enough things to stock half a tourist kiosk in the Pelourinho district, not an entire one.
Research-on-the-road Law:
(1) The book with the greatest amount of important and useful information will always be the largest and heaviest one.
Wow, I'm loopy. A little sleep-deprived.
Have a Good Omens drabble for the road. The current challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
go100 is to pair Crowley with someone other than Aziraphale. Hee. It's proving quite popular. The phrase "fandom bicycle" comes to mind. Here's my contribution, posted yesterday.
Title: Hard Cider
Words: 100 (excluding title)
Rating: PG
“So this Arrangement of yours – remarkable - I have to ask…” The young man paused to sip his hard cider, rich reddish-gold like his hair. “Is it, er, exclusive?”
Crowley laughed, then tensed, deep in thought for about seven seconds. Easier to get forgiveness than permission, ineffably speaking, and there was that incident with Dionysos and the ambrosia that Aziraphale refused to talk about.
“Of course not,” Crowley said smoothly. “Immortal is an awful long time.”
“Hm,” came the contemplative, noncommittal reply.
Crowley felt the Antichrist’s hand on his knee move just a little bit, up and in, and smiled.
I certainly could show up at my parents' house with a suitcase full of dirty laundry, but at my age that would be unspeakably trashy. (Not that I haven't done it, mind you.)
Notes to self:
(1) Yes, it does take longer to get from my apartment to the seat on the airplane at O'Hare than it does to fly from Chicago to Roanoke. 'Twas ever thus, and it's true of New York and Toronto as well.
(2) Leave space in suitcase. When Mom says, "We didn't get you much for your birthday this year, we're sorry, just a few things," she means she only got me enough things to stock half a tourist kiosk in the Pelourinho district, not an entire one.
Research-on-the-road Law:
(1) The book with the greatest amount of important and useful information will always be the largest and heaviest one.
Wow, I'm loopy. A little sleep-deprived.
Have a Good Omens drabble for the road. The current challenge at
go100 is to pair Crowley with someone other than Aziraphale. Hee. It's proving quite popular. The phrase "fandom bicycle" comes to mind. Here's my contribution, posted yesterday.Title: Hard Cider
Words: 100 (excluding title)
Rating: PG
“So this Arrangement of yours – remarkable - I have to ask…” The young man paused to sip his hard cider, rich reddish-gold like his hair. “Is it, er, exclusive?”
Crowley laughed, then tensed, deep in thought for about seven seconds. Easier to get forgiveness than permission, ineffably speaking, and there was that incident with Dionysos and the ambrosia that Aziraphale refused to talk about.
“Of course not,” Crowley said smoothly. “Immortal is an awful long time.”
“Hm,” came the contemplative, noncommittal reply.
Crowley felt the Antichrist’s hand on his knee move just a little bit, up and in, and smiled.
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Hehehe. The debauched demon must be utterly exhausted. There is now an extremely perverse - and quite probably perverted - part of my mind pondering the possibility of a series of drabbles pairing his off with every other character listed in Dramatis Personae. As other characters in the book include Shadwell, Madam Tracy and RP Tyler however, reason shall probably prevail.
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Dear Editor,
Whilst I am aware that demonic sluts are performing a duty vital to the Ineffable Plan under sometimes difficult conditions, I am thoroughly appalled at the blatant disregard for safety and insufferable instance on being on top held by one of their number I recently encountered. This particular individual clearly flouted both good sense and safety guidelines by employing the use of shoddy homemade rope to tie me up, rather than a purpose bought bindings that have undergone rigorous testing and fulfil the criteria set out by well researched government safety directives. What is this country coming to when any diabolic tart can go sleeping around without proper considerated for sensible precautions which would prevent rope burn and awkward questions from one's spouse.
Yours faithfully,
RP Tyler.
Yes, I realise that that was extremely wrong and that I probably do need help.
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Oh. My.
You have to post that over there. It doesn't matter if the challenge is closed.