[I'll keep you my dirty little secret]
Day Ten: One confession.
All right. I confess.
Until I was fourteen years old, I really, honest-to-god thought that there was eleven Oceans movies.
Seriously. Somebody in school once asked me, when I was a kid, if I'd seen Ocean's Eleven. My (perfectly rational!) response was, "...No," because my mind was going, "What the fuck I've never even seen the first ten!"
And I lived in ignorance for, like, three years. And then one day someone asked me if I'd seen Ocean's Twelve and I was like, "What the hell they made anoth--" and then suddenly it hit me. I don't know how I was hiding the knowledge from myself. But suddenly my mind went "WAIT-- OCEAN IS HIS NAME."
And I have kept that secret for five years, even after having seen and loved all three of the movies in the series; it is my darkest shame. And now you know.
Today I did something I haven't done in a really, really long time: I parked myself at the library and read for two straight hours without looking up. See, because Krystal and her Fandom Herpes have finally convinced me to brush up on my Norse mythology (and reminded me that I need to reread Anansi Boys when I get home), and because I had time to... well, not kill, but that I didn't mind wasting, I went to our enormous castle-like central library and used my Dewey-fu to dig up every goddamn book of Norse and West African folklore I could find.
And then I sat in the basement curled up at a study table with a two-foot-high stack of books in front of me and read through two children's anthologies of Norse myths (which tend to be actually pretty good, I found), and parts of an anthology of Trickster stories (one of which had Loki taking back the night by defeating an energy monopoly across three generations, and which involved him wearing the form of an old cowboy-movie actor whose movies were all AUs of his own life with him as the hero, and he stole a horse and a diamond and tricked the Sun and the Wind out of the world's renewable energy and it was so Loki and so glorious), and then I flipped through a book of Jamaican Anansi stories that hasn't been checked out since 1981, and then another book of Ashanti stories, because Anansi came from there first, and then I looked up and it was two in the afternoon.
It was fucking awesome.
All right. I confess.
Until I was fourteen years old, I really, honest-to-god thought that there was eleven Oceans movies.
Seriously. Somebody in school once asked me, when I was a kid, if I'd seen Ocean's Eleven. My (perfectly rational!) response was, "...No," because my mind was going, "What the fuck I've never even seen the first ten!"
And I lived in ignorance for, like, three years. And then one day someone asked me if I'd seen Ocean's Twelve and I was like, "What the hell they made anoth--" and then suddenly it hit me. I don't know how I was hiding the knowledge from myself. But suddenly my mind went "WAIT-- OCEAN IS HIS NAME."
And I have kept that secret for five years, even after having seen and loved all three of the movies in the series; it is my darkest shame. And now you know.
Today I did something I haven't done in a really, really long time: I parked myself at the library and read for two straight hours without looking up. See, because Krystal and her Fandom Herpes have finally convinced me to brush up on my Norse mythology (and reminded me that I need to reread Anansi Boys when I get home), and because I had time to... well, not kill, but that I didn't mind wasting, I went to our enormous castle-like central library and used my Dewey-fu to dig up every goddamn book of Norse and West African folklore I could find.
And then I sat in the basement curled up at a study table with a two-foot-high stack of books in front of me and read through two children's anthologies of Norse myths (which tend to be actually pretty good, I found), and parts of an anthology of Trickster stories (one of which had Loki taking back the night by defeating an energy monopoly across three generations, and which involved him wearing the form of an old cowboy-movie actor whose movies were all AUs of his own life with him as the hero, and he stole a horse and a diamond and tricked the Sun and the Wind out of the world's renewable energy and it was so Loki and so glorious), and then I flipped through a book of Jamaican Anansi stories that hasn't been checked out since 1981, and then another book of Ashanti stories, because Anansi came from there first, and then I looked up and it was two in the afternoon.
It was fucking awesome.