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Saw Misha's recent picture of crazy and thought to myself, "I did not even realize that I needed to see that picture until it was there," and, "Any guy who pours yogurt on his face to get a laugh is OK by me."
On another note, long(ish) fic is in beta. Working on changes now.
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I apparently introduced the Pie vs. Cheesecake war to Fannishly Inclined Coworker. I don't remember doing this because, while I love him dearly, he is the kind of person who can, uh, beat a joke to death (i.e. "Take the power, Dean!") He also wants to make tee shirts.
Awkwardly, of course, while we were discussing this, I said something to the effect of: "Cheesecake is sinfully delicious and, therefore, the work of the devil." And a customer I hadn't noticed standing just behind me snorted coffee out of his nose and walked hurriedly away. Fannishly Inclined Coworker and I blinked at each other for a minute in surprise.
"Nice reaction," I said grinning.
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A customer I helped find a CD yesterday stopped me before I could rush off an do other things that were actually my job and shifted awkwardly before saying, "My sister is a really into this show Supernatural and--what's that look for?"
I was grinning an evil, wolfish grin which I quickly wiped off my face and said, "Nothing, nothing. Carry on."
He eyed me nervously and said, "She wants me to find this comic book."
"Alright," I said, starting for the comics, "Say no more, it's right over here."
"You didn't even ask me the title," he said, confused.
"I didn't need to," I told him. "Ah, here it is."
He flipped through it and, because he asked, I explained the plot. He made a face. "My sister makes me watch the show. Actually, everyone in my apartment complex watches the show. All her friends think I look like Sam. It's really annoying."
I looked him over. "Sorry, buddy," I said. "Sam Winchester you are not."
"Thank you!" He said with a harried edge to his voice.
"I mean, for one thing, you don't have that whole freakish Sasquatch height thing going on. But, if you're really worried, get a haircut. It's gotta be the hair that give them ideas."
"You, uh, really know a lot about the show." He said suspiciously.
"I? Love that show."
His eyes widened. "I don't hate it." He said. "I liked season four when they brought in the angels and--"
And then he proceeded to demonstrate his huge fanboy love for Castiel. I'm not kidding. I confessed my initial nervousness at the angelic introduction and he nearly jumped down my throat.
"Whoa, there, man." I said, holding up my hands. "Don't get me wrong. Castiel is the shit. That I will not deny."
And, people, I was late leaving work because I got into a total fangeek discussion about biblical lore in the text of the show with a fanboy who was so embarrassed he was a fanboy that he apologized. "I mean," he said, "I like it but I'm not really into it."
Yeah, I thought. You just keep telling yourself that, buddy.
On another note, long(ish) fic is in beta. Working on changes now.
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I apparently introduced the Pie vs. Cheesecake war to Fannishly Inclined Coworker. I don't remember doing this because, while I love him dearly, he is the kind of person who can, uh, beat a joke to death (i.e. "Take the power, Dean!") He also wants to make tee shirts.
Awkwardly, of course, while we were discussing this, I said something to the effect of: "Cheesecake is sinfully delicious and, therefore, the work of the devil." And a customer I hadn't noticed standing just behind me snorted coffee out of his nose and walked hurriedly away. Fannishly Inclined Coworker and I blinked at each other for a minute in surprise.
"Nice reaction," I said grinning.
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A customer I helped find a CD yesterday stopped me before I could rush off an do other things that were actually my job and shifted awkwardly before saying, "My sister is a really into this show Supernatural and--what's that look for?"
I was grinning an evil, wolfish grin which I quickly wiped off my face and said, "Nothing, nothing. Carry on."
He eyed me nervously and said, "She wants me to find this comic book."
"Alright," I said, starting for the comics, "Say no more, it's right over here."
"You didn't even ask me the title," he said, confused.
"I didn't need to," I told him. "Ah, here it is."
He flipped through it and, because he asked, I explained the plot. He made a face. "My sister makes me watch the show. Actually, everyone in my apartment complex watches the show. All her friends think I look like Sam. It's really annoying."
I looked him over. "Sorry, buddy," I said. "Sam Winchester you are not."
"Thank you!" He said with a harried edge to his voice.
"I mean, for one thing, you don't have that whole freakish Sasquatch height thing going on. But, if you're really worried, get a haircut. It's gotta be the hair that give them ideas."
"You, uh, really know a lot about the show." He said suspiciously.
"I? Love that show."
His eyes widened. "I don't hate it." He said. "I liked season four when they brought in the angels and--"
And then he proceeded to demonstrate his huge fanboy love for Castiel. I'm not kidding. I confessed my initial nervousness at the angelic introduction and he nearly jumped down my throat.
"Whoa, there, man." I said, holding up my hands. "Don't get me wrong. Castiel is the shit. That I will not deny."
And, people, I was late leaving work because I got into a total fangeek discussion about biblical lore in the text of the show with a fanboy who was so embarrassed he was a fanboy that he apologized. "I mean," he said, "I like it but I'm not really into it."
Yeah, I thought. You just keep telling yourself that, buddy.