the wisdom of the fool won't set you free
let's do a lists. lists are good:
1. I spoke with my dad first thing this morning, as I usually do on 9/11. Though we've recently had more personal hair-raising adventures, still. My office is within walking distance of the WTC and I can see the new tower being built and. I think I'm more sad than angry now. I mean, I'm still angry (when am I not?) but it feels a little different this year. I dunno.
b. I spent last night battling an epic clog in my kitchen sink. It was not pretty. I took the world's longest shower afterwards, because I was covered in gunk and Drano. I am probably going to have to call the super because there is still a lot of gurgling and clanking going on in the pipes, but I have to get the apartment straightened up a little before I can do that, and I did not have the energy last night after the epic drain battle.
tre. Last night, I slept without the air conditioner on for the first time since June. I hate that summer is ending, but my wallet will be pleased to see my electric bill drop. I don't hate fall - I think fall is lovely - but I hate winter with a fiery vengeance. I do not like being cold. bleh.
D. I also dreamt that I was getting a mani-pedi with Harvey Specter from Suits. *dreamy sigh* Harvey, you magnificent bastard.
5. while I'm sighing dreamily: Chris Evans, shaped like an actual comic book superhero. You're welcome.
VI. There was new Tom McRae yesterday. \o/ Though I don't understand how he has apparently recorded the most depressing version of "Sloop John B." ever. I wouldn't have thought it possible, but I should know better than to underestimate Tom McRae's ability to make anything sound incredibly sad. I'm really pleased to finally have a copy of "Belly of the Whale" though. And a non-bootleg version of "Alphabet of Hurricanes" (the song, I mean).
VIa. It's kind of funny, because "Sloop John B." is actually involved in something I'm writing (well, it's more like a playlist with some text attached, but still, "Sloop John B." is the second song on the list) and I realized on Sunday night that I had only ONE Beach Boys song in iTunes or on my iPod ("Don't Worry Baby") and that just Would Not Do. (Also, my brother would probably disown me if he knew.) So I used up the last of my iTunes gift certificates to buy the best of the Beach Boys, which I listened to quite a bit of yesterday on my commute home. I might still be humming "Little Deuce Coupe." You don't know!
7. Of course, I might also be earwormed with "Can't Help Falling in Love" because I posted a story yesterday:
Only Fools Rush In (at AO3)
Avengers (2012); Steve/Bucky; g; 1,570 words
In which Captain America ends up married to Bucky Barnes, with Thor, prince of Asgard and god of thunder, as their witness.
So on Sunday evening,
angelgazing says to me, she says, "There should be fic where Steve and Bucky accidentally get married!" And I say, "You should totally write that!" And she demurred, and I thought a little more and an hour later, I said, "Here is the first 300 words." Sigh. The stealth crossover was totally her idea. I was just going to have it be Hill/OFC, but Hill/Barrigan for the win!
So I amused her and I amused me, and if you like fluffy stories where Steve and Bucky get married on a dare and also because they don't want to disappoint Thor, you might like this one. *hands* Thanks to the people who've commented. I appreciate it.
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1. I spoke with my dad first thing this morning, as I usually do on 9/11. Though we've recently had more personal hair-raising adventures, still. My office is within walking distance of the WTC and I can see the new tower being built and. I think I'm more sad than angry now. I mean, I'm still angry (when am I not?) but it feels a little different this year. I dunno.
b. I spent last night battling an epic clog in my kitchen sink. It was not pretty. I took the world's longest shower afterwards, because I was covered in gunk and Drano. I am probably going to have to call the super because there is still a lot of gurgling and clanking going on in the pipes, but I have to get the apartment straightened up a little before I can do that, and I did not have the energy last night after the epic drain battle.
tre. Last night, I slept without the air conditioner on for the first time since June. I hate that summer is ending, but my wallet will be pleased to see my electric bill drop. I don't hate fall - I think fall is lovely - but I hate winter with a fiery vengeance. I do not like being cold. bleh.
D. I also dreamt that I was getting a mani-pedi with Harvey Specter from Suits. *dreamy sigh* Harvey, you magnificent bastard.
5. while I'm sighing dreamily: Chris Evans, shaped like an actual comic book superhero. You're welcome.
VI. There was new Tom McRae yesterday. \o/ Though I don't understand how he has apparently recorded the most depressing version of "Sloop John B." ever. I wouldn't have thought it possible, but I should know better than to underestimate Tom McRae's ability to make anything sound incredibly sad. I'm really pleased to finally have a copy of "Belly of the Whale" though. And a non-bootleg version of "Alphabet of Hurricanes" (the song, I mean).
VIa. It's kind of funny, because "Sloop John B." is actually involved in something I'm writing (well, it's more like a playlist with some text attached, but still, "Sloop John B." is the second song on the list) and I realized on Sunday night that I had only ONE Beach Boys song in iTunes or on my iPod ("Don't Worry Baby") and that just Would Not Do. (Also, my brother would probably disown me if he knew.) So I used up the last of my iTunes gift certificates to buy the best of the Beach Boys, which I listened to quite a bit of yesterday on my commute home. I might still be humming "Little Deuce Coupe." You don't know!
7. Of course, I might also be earwormed with "Can't Help Falling in Love" because I posted a story yesterday:
Only Fools Rush In (at AO3)
Avengers (2012); Steve/Bucky; g; 1,570 words
In which Captain America ends up married to Bucky Barnes, with Thor, prince of Asgard and god of thunder, as their witness.
So on Sunday evening,
angelgazing says to me, she says, "There should be fic where Steve and Bucky accidentally get married!" And I say, "You should totally write that!" And she demurred, and I thought a little more and an hour later, I said, "Here is the first 300 words." Sigh. The stealth crossover was totally her idea. I was just going to have it be Hill/OFC, but Hill/Barrigan for the win!
So I amused her and I amused me, and if you like fluffy stories where Steve and Bucky get married on a dare and also because they don't want to disappoint Thor, you might like this one. *hands* Thanks to the people who've commented. I appreciate it.
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This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/499986.html.
people have commented there.