The Mystery of Where the Hell Is the Freaking Lighthouse
Woe, all good things must come to an end: I had to put trinityofone on a plane back to California today. My fun is over, and the real world resumes tomorrow, when I send out some more letters asking people to please hire me to teach their students about medieval stuff next year.
This past week has been a metric ton of awesome times, food, fic, squee, and so much more. One of the highlights may be our bizarre, unexpected detour into midcentury children's mysteries, especially the scintillating prose of those famous psychological thrillers, the Hardy Boys books. One thing led to another--possibly imagining Dean and Sam solving things like The Mystery in the Old House or The Clue in the Motel Room--and we picked up a copy of The Secret Warning, which features the boys ineptly solving something involving a golden Egyptian artifact, when not busy attending parties (that are over by seven thirty), weight-shaming their "friend" Chet Morton, and zipping around in their convertible. Their dad, Fenton Hardy, occasionally helps out when he's not having mad, hotel-room sex with his sandy-haired, muscular "operative," Sam Radley.
In the spirit of Franklin W. Dixon, most of the rest of this post will be written in the style of... well, Franklin W. Dixon, wherever they may be.
(Originally, Trin and I were going to meet in Chicago, but RL intervened. Instead of watching Misha and Jared (and Jensen!) be awesome in person, we watched a video of their panel. Usually, watching con videos induces sudden-onset fremdschämen in me, so I don't often watch them, but this one was pretty great. Also, I spent part of it being crushed by an extremely jealous Finn, who did not like that Trin and I were making shrill, happy noises over someone who was not him.)
The two young women were zooming along in their sensible compact car up Route 16 when they noticed a strange sight!
"You know, Aesc, I think the back of that truck says 'Fried Dough,'" Trin told her companion. "You think maybe there's a fair or carnival going on around here?"
"Jumping Jupiter!" The tall, poorly-coiffed girl's eyes widened. "Trin, I think you're onto something here!" She paused thoughtfully, tapping her fingers on the wheel. "And unless I'm very much mistaken, that cursive writing on the top says 'Jensen's'!"
"Suffering snakes!" exclaimed the girl in the denim skirt. "That's amazing!"
"Good night!" exclaimed Aesc.
After their exciting encounter with the Jensen's Fried Dough truck, the two girls drove their sensible compact car up the coast to Booth Bay. After an exciting adventure involving a phantom lighthouse and a state park that charged $6 for nonresidents to enter, the two fangirls decided they would try to find another lighthouse. Trin gritted her teeth in frustration as she consulted the map.
"These things are just all over the place!" she said in a low tone of frustration. "Whatever are we going to do, Aesc?"
"Maybe," Aesc suggested, "we ought to drive on up to Boothbay. According to the map, we can't go out to the lighthouses, but I bet we can see them from shore!"
"Gosh, that sounds just the thing!" Trin agreed.
They drove their sensible compact car up Route 1 a little further, and followed the signs for Boothbay.
"I say, Trin, things look mighty quiet around here!" Aesc said, surveying the town after they got out of their car. The almost empty streets had few people walking down them, and several shops had begun to close for the season. "It sure looks like people are closing down for the season!"
"Jeepers!" Trin exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise, "I think you're right!"
Then they went and ate a bowl of fish chowder with saltines, purchased some saltwater taffy and a used book, and drove out to Ocean Point in their sensible compact car.
"Boy, these rocks sure are hard!" Aesc puffed in amazement as she clambered over them. "It sure is something!"
The two girls looked at each other in stunned surprise.
"Good night!" Trin exclaimed in surprise as she saw the massive gray house sitting on the hill. "You know, Aesc, I bet you anything we've just stumbled on a possible fannish commune, where fangirls can all live and be awesome together!"
"You're right about that one!" Aesc agreed. "Do you think the owners would mind if we just went in and looked around?"
After the two fangirls finished solving the mystery of Where The Fucking Hell Are The Fucking Lighthouses?, they embarked on their very next mystery, Where The Hell Is Our Dinner? and their last (for now!) thrilling chase, How Do We Get Home From Here?
This past week has been a metric ton of awesome times, food, fic, squee, and so much more. One of the highlights may be our bizarre, unexpected detour into midcentury children's mysteries, especially the scintillating prose of those famous psychological thrillers, the Hardy Boys books. One thing led to another--possibly imagining Dean and Sam solving things like The Mystery in the Old House or The Clue in the Motel Room--and we picked up a copy of The Secret Warning, which features the boys ineptly solving something involving a golden Egyptian artifact, when not busy attending parties (that are over by seven thirty), weight-shaming their "friend" Chet Morton, and zipping around in their convertible. Their dad, Fenton Hardy, occasionally helps out when he's not having mad, hotel-room sex with his sandy-haired, muscular "operative," Sam Radley.
In the spirit of Franklin W. Dixon, most of the rest of this post will be written in the style of... well, Franklin W. Dixon, wherever they may be.
(Originally, Trin and I were going to meet in Chicago, but RL intervened. Instead of watching Misha and Jared (and Jensen!) be awesome in person, we watched a video of their panel. Usually, watching con videos induces sudden-onset fremdschämen in me, so I don't often watch them, but this one was pretty great. Also, I spent part of it being crushed by an extremely jealous Finn, who did not like that Trin and I were making shrill, happy noises over someone who was not him.)
The two young women were zooming along in their sensible compact car up Route 16 when they noticed a strange sight!
"You know, Aesc, I think the back of that truck says 'Fried Dough,'" Trin told her companion. "You think maybe there's a fair or carnival going on around here?"
"Jumping Jupiter!" The tall, poorly-coiffed girl's eyes widened. "Trin, I think you're onto something here!" She paused thoughtfully, tapping her fingers on the wheel. "And unless I'm very much mistaken, that cursive writing on the top says 'Jensen's'!"
"Suffering snakes!" exclaimed the girl in the denim skirt. "That's amazing!"
"Good night!" exclaimed Aesc.
After their exciting encounter with the Jensen's Fried Dough truck, the two girls drove their sensible compact car up the coast to Booth Bay. After an exciting adventure involving a phantom lighthouse and a state park that charged $6 for nonresidents to enter, the two fangirls decided they would try to find another lighthouse. Trin gritted her teeth in frustration as she consulted the map.
"These things are just all over the place!" she said in a low tone of frustration. "Whatever are we going to do, Aesc?"
"Maybe," Aesc suggested, "we ought to drive on up to Boothbay. According to the map, we can't go out to the lighthouses, but I bet we can see them from shore!"
"Gosh, that sounds just the thing!" Trin agreed.
They drove their sensible compact car up Route 1 a little further, and followed the signs for Boothbay.
"I say, Trin, things look mighty quiet around here!" Aesc said, surveying the town after they got out of their car. The almost empty streets had few people walking down them, and several shops had begun to close for the season. "It sure looks like people are closing down for the season!"
"Jeepers!" Trin exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise, "I think you're right!"
Then they went and ate a bowl of fish chowder with saltines, purchased some saltwater taffy and a used book, and drove out to Ocean Point in their sensible compact car.
"Boy, these rocks sure are hard!" Aesc puffed in amazement as she clambered over them. "It sure is something!"
The two girls looked at each other in stunned surprise.
"Good night!" Trin exclaimed in surprise as she saw the massive gray house sitting on the hill. "You know, Aesc, I bet you anything we've just stumbled on a possible fannish commune, where fangirls can all live and be awesome together!"
"You're right about that one!" Aesc agreed. "Do you think the owners would mind if we just went in and looked around?"
After the two fangirls finished solving the mystery of Where The Fucking Hell Are The Fucking Lighthouses?, they embarked on their very next mystery, Where The Hell Is Our Dinner? and their last (for now!) thrilling chase, How Do We Get Home From Here?