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I've played hooky for a day, and here's why; "Fight Club" and "Oz". Last night I watched the first. Funniest movie that ever actually made me have to hide my face or be sick. Well written, but a little too violent for me. I felt like diving back into a happy little 'NSync story afterwards, so I went and found my printed copy of Miss Kitty E's "Scrutiny". It wasn't all sweetness and light, but it was definitely worth the read. I actually didn't know how it was going to end! Color me impressed.
I watched the first three episodes of OZ today. I cannot believe how engrossing the story is, and the violence wasn't nearly as squicky after watching Fight Club. It was like a gay/bi male soap opera created by a decent writer. I don't know what's going to happen to Beecher yet, but I'm dying to find out. And I admit with a certain fascination for the morally decrepit Ryan O'Reilly. Oh, also the sexy but terrifying Anebisi(sp?). I think I'm going to have to rent the next disc very soon.
In other news:
Apparently I am "ickyful" and either a gay man or a "girl with sick taste and an identity crisis". This ( http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/moonbeam/slashguide.html ) is wonderfully amusing. Especially the section entitled "My Guidelines for Slash".
I feel so enlightened. And, um, identified.
oops (edit) I forgot to thank the lovely Joie Lee ( http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=joielee ) for the link. Thank you, you fabulous yet ickyful writer. Mwah!
I also bought "On the Line" second hand at the local Blockbuster. The girl at the counter looked at the SO (who had the card) and said "Okay, why are you buying this?" Oh, the shame of it all. She didn't question the rental of "Fight Club" or "OZ", though.
And then sgb said:
Here's another little part of the Glowing Milk Smallville thingy.
~
More than You Wanted to Know
Part B
sgb
Pete was quiet on the bus; Chloe took up the conversational slack with her usual eagerness. Apparently she was hot on the trail of a new mystery. The number of indirect glances she cast his way was disturbing, though. He didn't know if he was ready for the unveiling of one of Chloe's secrets. Chloe seemed ready to dig up some information from him, however.
"So, Clark, how was the tower climbing? With Lana?" Another sideways look.
Beat.
"It was fine, Chloe."
"So, no, um, Soft Core Lana? Or anything?" What was she expecting? And he wished she wouldn't ask him that in front of Pete. The whole pool incident was meant to be a secret. Fortunately Pete seemed to be communing with the sky outside the window and didn't comment.
"No, nothing special. It was nice. She was just... Lana again. Just friends, Chloe, you know, she made up with Whitney and everything. Because they apparently broke up while she was... Alpha Lana. But now they aren't. Broken up." If Chloe didn't raise her eyebrows at him that way it would be a lot easier to explain.
"Did she remember anything that happened? Like, well, anything?"
Beat.
"No, she said she didn't. Neither did my Dad. I guess they both had to apologize a lot for stuff they don't remember. Lucky for you it was just us, eh Pete?"
Pete grunted, the corners of his mouth turning up a little.
~
Pete wasn't around during lunch, and Chloe was quiet. Clark thought it was time to worry.
"What's up with you and Pete, Chloe? He hasn't said much today, and he never studies in the lunch break. He didn't look at you all morning." Her silence began to unnerve him before she lifted her head from the Scooby Doo lunchbox long enough to catch his eye.
"Clark, did you ever think sometimes it could be better not to know something about a friend? Because I never did. I still don't. But... " She sucked the juice off of a pickle in a contemplative way he wished he didn't notice, and pointed it at him.
"You, for instance. I bet you wish Pete had never told you he hated Lex Luthor."
This was true. But what had Pete told Chloe? He was ready to ask when she continued.
"I can't wish not to know things. It would be going against my basic nature. Some things are harder to know than others, though. For instance... what if you knew something that could hurt someone you cared about?"
That was easy. She was gazing at him, waiting for an answer, so he obliged.
"You don't tell them."
"But what if not knowing could also hurt them? Or finding out from someone else could hurt them even more?"
"Is this still about Pete? Because I think I'm missing your point."
"This is about friendship and disclosure, Clark. Would you want to know something that might hurt you, if it was about someone important to you? Or would you rather remain in ignorant bliss, until your world came crashing down?"
...the Hell? A horrible thought occurred to him. What if Pete was interested in him... THAT way. Or something even worse. He had to know, if it killed him.
"Chloe, what are you trying to say? If you know something that has to do with me, just tell me! Stop it with all the philosophy and get to the point."
"So you'd want to know."
"YES, I'd want to know, already, Chloe! Just tell me!"
She looked annoyed but not terribly surprised. Again with the sideways glances, and just when he thought he'd throttle it out of her, she capitulated.
"It's not about Pete. It's about Lana." He barely had time to register relief before she continued.
"I'm still not sure if I should be telling you this, because of the shoot the messenger tradition and all, but you are my friend and I just think you should know. Not that this is from the best source, because Alison Fremont isn't exactly an unimpeachable witness, but. She says that on the day, you know, The Day, with the Pool and all, Lana...
Well. Lana Lang was at the Talon. And Lex Luthor was there and she was a little, well. There was this thing she did with whipped cream and Lex's lip and he said- Clark, are you okay?"
A noise came from him that must have reassured here because she went on, not looking at him.
"So. She kind of. Came on to him and he said, well I guess he refused her because she got really mad and grabbed his keys and there is more but was I right to tell you this? Because she was on a flower high and-"
"Whipped cream?", and he thought he sounded pretty normal all considered but Chloe had a face full of guilt and was rattling her lunchbox lid nervously.
"Um, yes. From, you know, a spray can. I shouldn't have told you this. Clark, you know she was high, right? And besides, you know, there was Whitney and everything. It's just, I didn't want you to get... too hopeful because if there were other things besides the Pool Thing. Then maybe she just was... hopped up on flower and not... the inner true Lana of love."
"It's okay, Chloe, I know you don't want me to get hurt. It's fine, I'm fine, everything's... fine." Only it wasn't, because Lana didn't hit on him because of the secret deep attraction she felt, or if she did he wasn't the only one for whom she had this hidden feeling. And he had known Lex was lying to him about something. He just hadn't thought it had to do with whipped cream.
Lex and Lana. The cafeteria seemed smaller than usual, and much too hot. He thought he excused himself to Chloe, but he couldn't remember what he said. It was much cooler outside, and he ran much too quickly for anyone to notice him leaving campus.
~
Well, so, it seems to be progressing. But no promises! Because Snippets Are Your Friend!
Night Everyone.
I watched the first three episodes of OZ today. I cannot believe how engrossing the story is, and the violence wasn't nearly as squicky after watching Fight Club. It was like a gay/bi male soap opera created by a decent writer. I don't know what's going to happen to Beecher yet, but I'm dying to find out. And I admit with a certain fascination for the morally decrepit Ryan O'Reilly. Oh, also the sexy but terrifying Anebisi(sp?). I think I'm going to have to rent the next disc very soon.
In other news:
Apparently I am "ickyful" and either a gay man or a "girl with sick taste and an identity crisis". This ( http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/moonbeam/slashguide.html ) is wonderfully amusing. Especially the section entitled "My Guidelines for Slash".
I feel so enlightened. And, um, identified.
oops (edit) I forgot to thank the lovely Joie Lee ( http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=joielee ) for the link. Thank you, you fabulous yet ickyful writer. Mwah!
I also bought "On the Line" second hand at the local Blockbuster. The girl at the counter looked at the SO (who had the card) and said "Okay, why are you buying this?" Oh, the shame of it all. She didn't question the rental of "Fight Club" or "OZ", though.
And then sgb said:
Here's another little part of the Glowing Milk Smallville thingy.
~
More than You Wanted to Know
Part B
sgb
Pete was quiet on the bus; Chloe took up the conversational slack with her usual eagerness. Apparently she was hot on the trail of a new mystery. The number of indirect glances she cast his way was disturbing, though. He didn't know if he was ready for the unveiling of one of Chloe's secrets. Chloe seemed ready to dig up some information from him, however.
"So, Clark, how was the tower climbing? With Lana?" Another sideways look.
Beat.
"It was fine, Chloe."
"So, no, um, Soft Core Lana? Or anything?" What was she expecting? And he wished she wouldn't ask him that in front of Pete. The whole pool incident was meant to be a secret. Fortunately Pete seemed to be communing with the sky outside the window and didn't comment.
"No, nothing special. It was nice. She was just... Lana again. Just friends, Chloe, you know, she made up with Whitney and everything. Because they apparently broke up while she was... Alpha Lana. But now they aren't. Broken up." If Chloe didn't raise her eyebrows at him that way it would be a lot easier to explain.
"Did she remember anything that happened? Like, well, anything?"
Beat.
"No, she said she didn't. Neither did my Dad. I guess they both had to apologize a lot for stuff they don't remember. Lucky for you it was just us, eh Pete?"
Pete grunted, the corners of his mouth turning up a little.
~
Pete wasn't around during lunch, and Chloe was quiet. Clark thought it was time to worry.
"What's up with you and Pete, Chloe? He hasn't said much today, and he never studies in the lunch break. He didn't look at you all morning." Her silence began to unnerve him before she lifted her head from the Scooby Doo lunchbox long enough to catch his eye.
"Clark, did you ever think sometimes it could be better not to know something about a friend? Because I never did. I still don't. But... " She sucked the juice off of a pickle in a contemplative way he wished he didn't notice, and pointed it at him.
"You, for instance. I bet you wish Pete had never told you he hated Lex Luthor."
This was true. But what had Pete told Chloe? He was ready to ask when she continued.
"I can't wish not to know things. It would be going against my basic nature. Some things are harder to know than others, though. For instance... what if you knew something that could hurt someone you cared about?"
That was easy. She was gazing at him, waiting for an answer, so he obliged.
"You don't tell them."
"But what if not knowing could also hurt them? Or finding out from someone else could hurt them even more?"
"Is this still about Pete? Because I think I'm missing your point."
"This is about friendship and disclosure, Clark. Would you want to know something that might hurt you, if it was about someone important to you? Or would you rather remain in ignorant bliss, until your world came crashing down?"
...the Hell? A horrible thought occurred to him. What if Pete was interested in him... THAT way. Or something even worse. He had to know, if it killed him.
"Chloe, what are you trying to say? If you know something that has to do with me, just tell me! Stop it with all the philosophy and get to the point."
"So you'd want to know."
"YES, I'd want to know, already, Chloe! Just tell me!"
She looked annoyed but not terribly surprised. Again with the sideways glances, and just when he thought he'd throttle it out of her, she capitulated.
"It's not about Pete. It's about Lana." He barely had time to register relief before she continued.
"I'm still not sure if I should be telling you this, because of the shoot the messenger tradition and all, but you are my friend and I just think you should know. Not that this is from the best source, because Alison Fremont isn't exactly an unimpeachable witness, but. She says that on the day, you know, The Day, with the Pool and all, Lana...
Well. Lana Lang was at the Talon. And Lex Luthor was there and she was a little, well. There was this thing she did with whipped cream and Lex's lip and he said- Clark, are you okay?"
A noise came from him that must have reassured here because she went on, not looking at him.
"So. She kind of. Came on to him and he said, well I guess he refused her because she got really mad and grabbed his keys and there is more but was I right to tell you this? Because she was on a flower high and-"
"Whipped cream?", and he thought he sounded pretty normal all considered but Chloe had a face full of guilt and was rattling her lunchbox lid nervously.
"Um, yes. From, you know, a spray can. I shouldn't have told you this. Clark, you know she was high, right? And besides, you know, there was Whitney and everything. It's just, I didn't want you to get... too hopeful because if there were other things besides the Pool Thing. Then maybe she just was... hopped up on flower and not... the inner true Lana of love."
"It's okay, Chloe, I know you don't want me to get hurt. It's fine, I'm fine, everything's... fine." Only it wasn't, because Lana didn't hit on him because of the secret deep attraction she felt, or if she did he wasn't the only one for whom she had this hidden feeling. And he had known Lex was lying to him about something. He just hadn't thought it had to do with whipped cream.
Lex and Lana. The cafeteria seemed smaller than usual, and much too hot. He thought he excused himself to Chloe, but he couldn't remember what he said. It was much cooler outside, and he ran much too quickly for anyone to notice him leaving campus.
~
Well, so, it seems to be progressing. But no promises! Because Snippets Are Your Friend!
Night Everyone.
