A collection of silly things makes a silly post
Over the summer I loaned my first season of Merlin to my mother. She loved it. Showed it to my sister who was visiting. Sister loved it, bought own copy, showed it to her step-grandson who loved it and is getting his own copy for Christmas.
My mother then gave my copy to my brother to bring home to me. This was months ago. I haven't seen a lot of my brother recently because if his work schedule and mine, but when I was at his house the other week for the Grey Cup I asked about Merlin. He said he hadn't had a chance to watch it yet. I had assumed he just hadn't gotten around to getting it back to me, but if he wanted to watch it that was different so I left it with him.
Saturday night when I gave him his Plaskett ticket he remarked that he's watched a few episodes and he really likes it. The power of a silly thing!
Speaking of silly--I've never written a scene in which a character has to give a false name, but back when I was writing the horsey mystery it crossed my mind that if my heroine and her (male) sidekick were ever in that situation they would probably declare themselves to be Peter McCue and Della Moore. They just hope the person they're talking to is not a quarter horse fancier.
Over the weekend I found myself wishing I could put Jordy, Vanessa, and one of Vanessa's nerdy room mates into a similar situation, just so the cop could go report he had just arrested Bilbo Baggins, Eric Clapton, and Illya Kuryakin. Meanwhile, there would be a conversation along the lines of, "Vanessa, you do know Illya was a guy, right?" "I panicked! And anyway, Bilbo was a hobbit!"
Yeah, file that under stuff that's much funnier inside my head. I think I need another coffee.
My mother then gave my copy to my brother to bring home to me. This was months ago. I haven't seen a lot of my brother recently because if his work schedule and mine, but when I was at his house the other week for the Grey Cup I asked about Merlin. He said he hadn't had a chance to watch it yet. I had assumed he just hadn't gotten around to getting it back to me, but if he wanted to watch it that was different so I left it with him.
Saturday night when I gave him his Plaskett ticket he remarked that he's watched a few episodes and he really likes it. The power of a silly thing!
Speaking of silly--I've never written a scene in which a character has to give a false name, but back when I was writing the horsey mystery it crossed my mind that if my heroine and her (male) sidekick were ever in that situation they would probably declare themselves to be Peter McCue and Della Moore. They just hope the person they're talking to is not a quarter horse fancier.
Over the weekend I found myself wishing I could put Jordy, Vanessa, and one of Vanessa's nerdy room mates into a similar situation, just so the cop could go report he had just arrested Bilbo Baggins, Eric Clapton, and Illya Kuryakin. Meanwhile, there would be a conversation along the lines of, "Vanessa, you do know Illya was a guy, right?" "I panicked! And anyway, Bilbo was a hobbit!"
Yeah, file that under stuff that's much funnier inside my head. I think I need another coffee.