[save! rebound!]
(so, yes, may 2011 kick ass for all and sundry.)(in that spirit, my new default icon is bobby fucking orr and andre the giant. the seventies, y'all, in 100x100 pixelated form.)(also, my resolutions, should anyone give a fuck: read more comics. write the novel-that-wants-to-be-a-screenplay-but-isn't-no-really-i-swear. eat more clementines. watch more baseball/hockey. ignore more basketball/football. listen to music. dork out.)
now, finally, my yuletide stories! i wrote these! (confession: i ran head-first into the wall of the shortened writing period, so while i am hella proud of #1--my assigned story, that is--it is not quite what i intended it to be. mais c'est le yuletide, non? & #2 was a sudden thing i wrote at the last possible second before they closed uploads or whatever it was that happened.)
[How to run away from your house and find your home]
Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian - Sherman Alexie. Mary Spirit. 4,085 words. "I could go to college. Do what my mother never could; exceed my father's expectations of me. Come back with a white woman's accent, in first-hand clothes."
[Second Coming]
Hockey RPF. Tuukka Rask/Carey Price. Mature. "Tuukka Rask does not like losing."
Common notes: Thanks to tangleofthorns for reminding me that it's 2Us, 2Ks 2 points, what & giving me punny titles & pointing out where I dropped entire sentences & other things as well. Not mine, not real, never happened, don't sue; I was only showing Harry my Grindylow.
in conclusion, we're heading to nyc the last weekend of january for a sabr talk because, hi, dorks & are totally taking suggestions for non-sketch-ish non-bankrupting hotels in the lower-ish manhattan area. if all else fails, however, there is the hotel with the shiniest wallpaper. slightly further uptown than we'll be drinking, probably, but hey. wallpaper! creepy elevators! win!
bonne année, y'all. etc.
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now, finally, my yuletide stories! i wrote these! (confession: i ran head-first into the wall of the shortened writing period, so while i am hella proud of #1--my assigned story, that is--it is not quite what i intended it to be. mais c'est le yuletide, non? & #2 was a sudden thing i wrote at the last possible second before they closed uploads or whatever it was that happened.)
[How to run away from your house and find your home]
Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian - Sherman Alexie. Mary Spirit. 4,085 words. "I could go to college. Do what my mother never could; exceed my father's expectations of me. Come back with a white woman's accent, in first-hand clothes."
[Second Coming]
Hockey RPF. Tuukka Rask/Carey Price. Mature. "Tuukka Rask does not like losing."
Common notes: Thanks to tangleofthorns for reminding me that it's 2Us, 2Ks 2 points, what & giving me punny titles & pointing out where I dropped entire sentences & other things as well. Not mine, not real, never happened, don't sue; I was only showing Harry my Grindylow.
in conclusion, we're heading to nyc the last weekend of january for a sabr talk because, hi, dorks & are totally taking suggestions for non-sketch-ish non-bankrupting hotels in the lower-ish manhattan area. if all else fails, however, there is the hotel with the shiniest wallpaper. slightly further uptown than we'll be drinking, probably, but hey. wallpaper! creepy elevators! win!
bonne année, y'all. etc.
This entry also lives at Dreamwidth. Comment here, comment there, comment anywhere. I'm partial to Pony Express.