mystical bad guy transference
Something about the day has my brain alight with stories. Maybe it's the sun and the chilly air, or the awkward teen-aged goslings on the hill above the river bank, but I suddenly remembered something I'd written in a writing workshop back in the days of the Evil MFA Program and thought about giving it a second chance, and I've also been writing bullet points (*eyes kaiz) for another non-fannish story that I've taken to calling the metaphor for a metaphor story - which sounds amusingly like eye for an eye.
I went for a walk instead of a run this morning, and so I ended up having a little extra time for a cup of chai and to watch When She Was Bad, my favorite Buffy-deals-with-her-issues episode. I also watched half of yesterday's General Hospital (oh, TiVo, I love you) and while I adore Alexis as the new DA, I hate Sam's whining about it. If I were writing the show, the conversation would have gone more like this:
Sam: Now that you're the DA, you're going to make it your mission to destroy the man I love.
Alexis: Actually, if you to remember, which you might not because of that nasty head injury you have there, I'm in love with a mobster, too. So it's actually going to be a lot more emotionally conflicted plot for me than just "making it my mission" to destroy Sonny and Jason. Also, I'm a fantastic attorney, and so what makes you think I won't be very, very good at bending the law to protect the people I care about?
Sam: Oh.
Last night, in my continued delayed viewing of Veronica Mars I watched Meet John Smith. I continue to be amazed at how capable Veronica is, up until the very moment that she breaks.
I am going to make banana bread tonight, assuming, of course, that I have enough eggs. Otherwise, I am going to the store for eggs, and then making banana bread.
I went for a walk instead of a run this morning, and so I ended up having a little extra time for a cup of chai and to watch When She Was Bad, my favorite Buffy-deals-with-her-issues episode. I also watched half of yesterday's General Hospital (oh, TiVo, I love you) and while I adore Alexis as the new DA, I hate Sam's whining about it. If I were writing the show, the conversation would have gone more like this:
Sam: Now that you're the DA, you're going to make it your mission to destroy the man I love.
Alexis: Actually, if you to remember, which you might not because of that nasty head injury you have there, I'm in love with a mobster, too. So it's actually going to be a lot more emotionally conflicted plot for me than just "making it my mission" to destroy Sonny and Jason. Also, I'm a fantastic attorney, and so what makes you think I won't be very, very good at bending the law to protect the people I care about?
Sam: Oh.
Last night, in my continued delayed viewing of Veronica Mars I watched Meet John Smith. I continue to be amazed at how capable Veronica is, up until the very moment that she breaks.
I am going to make banana bread tonight, assuming, of course, that I have enough eggs. Otherwise, I am going to the store for eggs, and then making banana bread.