lovers, fuggers, thieves, et cetera
Okay, presupposing:
1. The most annoying thing in the world is when someone rolls into a fandom two years after its heyday and acts like they have original opinions.
2. Feelings Facts are boring, kissing is awesome.
3. I am sure I have done before the exact thing I am going to mock now.
Presupposing ALL of that -- I have spent the last couple weeks of mornings at the gym working my way through Generation Kill (yes, hello, thank you for your warm welcome to the year 2008) and I spent this past Friday's snow day investigating its fan fiction items. So, there are a lot of stories that take place in Boston while Nate is at Harvard. And this the thing: Nate's apartment.
Nate's fictional apartment is a magical place in walking distance to Harvard Square and convenient to a morning run along the Charles River. It is hard to explain why this is distractingly hilarious unless you have ever lived in an urban metropolitan area with a shitballs insane housing market. (If so, I'm sure you can find-and-replace for "place where it would be convenient to live, sure, if it was possible to exchange your first born child for a lease.") Anyway, I really want to read a story where Nate lives in Dial-a-Pizza Square. Or, even better, because the Kennedy School is over on Memorial Drive, he lives in BRIGHTON and rides his bike over the Larz Anderson Bridge [*] except when it gets too icy and then he has to take THE SIXTY-SIX BUS ZOOOOOOOOOOOOMG.
Ahem.
Actually, while I'm being an urbanite jerk-off, can we please talk about Fringe? I love this show, it is great, I don't care that it's a half-assed Vancouver-as-Boston, it would be fine if the show's writers weren't so SPECIFIC.
Like, I don't know, there was some episode where they were in an underground subway station, and Olivia very specifically and somewhat unnecessarily says "WE'RE AT ST. MARY'S STATION" which is fine except that St. Mary's is an above-ground stop on the Green Line. And on this week's episode Pacey Peter was like, "We're in Porter Square!" and then five seconds later, "Okay, we're on State Street!" Seriously, show, stop going out of your way to tell me where on a map of the Boston metro area you happen to be at this given moment, and I will stop laughing at you for creating a wormhole between Somerville and the Financial District.
* In the interest of full disclosure, I just wrote a whole post about Boston metro area inaccuracies and I did not know that the bridge that turns into JFK Street is called the Larz Anderson Bridge until I googled it. But sparkymonster didn't know either. "It's the one that's not the BU Bridge." "Yeah, the 66 bus bridge." "...that's probably not what it's actually called."
1. The most annoying thing in the world is when someone rolls into a fandom two years after its heyday and acts like they have original opinions.
2. Feelings Facts are boring, kissing is awesome.
3. I am sure I have done before the exact thing I am going to mock now.
Presupposing ALL of that -- I have spent the last couple weeks of mornings at the gym working my way through Generation Kill (yes, hello, thank you for your warm welcome to the year 2008) and I spent this past Friday's snow day investigating its fan fiction items. So, there are a lot of stories that take place in Boston while Nate is at Harvard. And this the thing: Nate's apartment.
Nate's fictional apartment is a magical place in walking distance to Harvard Square and convenient to a morning run along the Charles River. It is hard to explain why this is distractingly hilarious unless you have ever lived in an urban metropolitan area with a shitballs insane housing market. (If so, I'm sure you can find-and-replace for "place where it would be convenient to live, sure, if it was possible to exchange your first born child for a lease.") Anyway, I really want to read a story where Nate lives in Dial-a-Pizza Square. Or, even better, because the Kennedy School is over on Memorial Drive, he lives in BRIGHTON and rides his bike over the Larz Anderson Bridge [*] except when it gets too icy and then he has to take THE SIXTY-SIX BUS ZOOOOOOOOOOOOMG.
Ahem.
Actually, while I'm being an urbanite jerk-off, can we please talk about Fringe? I love this show, it is great, I don't care that it's a half-assed Vancouver-as-Boston, it would be fine if the show's writers weren't so SPECIFIC.
Like, I don't know, there was some episode where they were in an underground subway station, and Olivia very specifically and somewhat unnecessarily says "WE'RE AT ST. MARY'S STATION" which is fine except that St. Mary's is an above-ground stop on the Green Line. And on this week's episode Pacey Peter was like, "We're in Porter Square!" and then five seconds later, "Okay, we're on State Street!" Seriously, show, stop going out of your way to tell me where on a map of the Boston metro area you happen to be at this given moment, and I will stop laughing at you for creating a wormhole between Somerville and the Financial District.
* In the interest of full disclosure, I just wrote a whole post about Boston metro area inaccuracies and I did not know that the bridge that turns into JFK Street is called the Larz Anderson Bridge until I googled it. But sparkymonster didn't know either. "It's the one that's not the BU Bridge." "Yeah, the 66 bus bridge." "...that's probably not what it's actually called."