You loved me as a loser but now you're worried that I just might win

[thorne_scratch]

So, hockey. Once again, pretty much everyone in the media is predicting a New York series win over the Caps, so... I dunno. I've had two glorious days of being happy, and now it's back to nerve-wracking fear, and who knows. Like the first round, I'll wait until this one's over, and then go forward. If nothing else, though, thie entire first round

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[autumn_belias]

you writing Sid/Ovie? Can I be amused? also, dang I need to get this fic done, really really badly.

THE GOATEE NEEDS TO GO! God, Alex can grow so fucking awesome beards, I want that back!

[autumn_belias]

(oh also, good to know I'm not the only one pasting things to ppl on gchat)

[thorne_scratch]

Oh, I'm pretty sure everyone does that. Good bonding stuff.

[thorne_scratch]

It's a challenge thing? I'm kind of insanely picky. The vast majority of the Sid/Ovi out there does nothing for me, (which is not to say it's all badly written, only that the characterization is not my cup of tea) so I wanted to write something that would make me like Crosby as a fictional person. I'm a firm believer that if you don't like what's out there, don't bitch and whine. Just write your own damn stuff.

(Given a preference, though, I'll still swing Semin and Ovechkin over Crosby every time.)

The goatee just doesn't look right. Too contained.

[forsweatervests]

Ah, well then: "Adulthood means you have to be the one to jab the garbage can with a broom to make sure an overgrown furball isn't currently living inside it."

Better late than never, right?

[thorne_scratch]

Look, man, these are no ordinary raccoons! These fuckers are HUGE!

I mean, I feel like I should have been given some kind of work-your-way-up-to-it course, that started with, I dunno, possums or something. Jumping right to raccoons seems very stressful.

[forsweatervests]

...Did you forget to sign up for Intro to Homeowning: What Is That Sound In My Walls? I cannot believe the bank screwed up your paperwork like that. See, we start with raccoons and work our way down. For some reason, people deal better with raccoons than they do rats or cockroaches. Now you're going to have to re-take The Kitchen Sink: What's Really Down There and How To Clean The Bathroom 242 before you can move on to any of the advanced seminars. I hear Why Are All My Plants Dead and Weekend Warriors and Emergency Room Tales are both filling up really quickly.

[thorne_scratch]

MY VERY FIRST WEEK OWNING THE HOME I FOUND DEAD BIRDS IN MY WALL IT WAS SO CREEPY. I thought I had written that event up? If I haven't, I really need to. I have not made myself confront my inexplicable attic noises. No good ever comes of investigating attic noises, seriously. It's like a basic fact of life.

I have take the crash course on the Kitchen Sink (turned out pumpkin innards don't mix well with sinks); I am auditing the Plant class, and I am motherfucking TEACHING that emergency room class. Heh.

[feels_like_fire]

Mmmmmm, adulthood. Also, HI. I have been too scared to message you the last couple of times I've seen you on Gchat, due to it still being hockey season and all, BUT I MIIIIISS YOUUUUU. Also I miss having access to watching Giants games all the time. *sadface*

MY FINGERS ARE CROSSED FOR YOUR CAPS? AND ALSO I ALWAYS ENJOY YOUR FIC SO MUCH. ♥

[thorne_scratch]

I AM SO CRAZY WHEN WATCHING GAMES SO PROBABLY FOR BEST, BUT WE WILL CHAT SOON WHEN I AM NOT SHRIEKING AT THE TV. Aww, I'm sorry. I wish you had better access to Timmy.

THANK YOU! KEEP 'EM CROSSED. I am glad you liked the fic, too! We still need to think more on our epic Supernatural/Baseball thingy. I really kinda want to do that now. Heh.

[thebaconfat]

I have suffered through a raccoon infestation before. It was like the Amityville Horror, they were trying to drive us out of our house to make the whole thing into some kind of nest. I distinctly remember standing on the roof with a garden hose one sunny afternoon, washing raccoon shit into the gutters and wondering what had become of my life.

And the dog's probably still there, too.

I have no idea who these guys are, but this made me laugh a lot. <3

[thorne_scratch]

Do you have any tips? HELP ME, THEY ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY AND THEY ALSO SCARE ME. Hee hee, I love that mental image of you; it will pop up again I am sure. God, raccoons. Maybe I can make a hat of them.

Thanks! I'm always happy when a unfamiliar fandom can still make people laugh.

[thebaconfat]

I have no tips! My mom eventually decided on the totally proportionate response of... cutting down the tree the raccoons were using to get on the roof. Which, uh, well, solved the problem of them shitting up there and creepily looking into my window at night, but will probably not keep them out of your garbage.

Maybe you could buy a raccoon hat and nail it to a tree as a warning.

[thorne_scratch]

I bought a new trashcan, so hopefully that will fix the little fuckers. I have no solution yet to getting them to stop making creepy noises on my roof at three in the morning. Maybe some kind of electrical grid or laser beam scheme.

Ha, that would be amazing. "THIS COULD BE YOU."

[sylleptic]

Those are excellent pictures! And I love all the bits of fic and can't wait to see more. ♥

[thorne_scratch]

Thanks! Hopefully I can finish at least one of them fairly soon, before real life Josses them all yet again :)