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Does anybody else watch Cartoon Network's Adult Swim on Sundays? Because woah, it is deranged. I think I am still reeling from the Brak Show.
I can actually quote Brak's Dad, if not precisely verbatim.
"It is time to take off the slippers of boyhood and put on the shoes of a man. Unless they don't fit, and make your feet blister up like bubble wrap. But don't try to take them back once you've worn them, especially if that pig Tony is working..."
And Sea Lab 2021 is pretty wacky also.
Hmmm.
So, is lj like my new, detachable Id? I can write down everything I've previously sublimated. Hence the 'NSync stuff, the Brak quotes, and maybe I'll even do a bit on Darth Martha Stewart.
This could be healing.
::ahem::
So, on with the hard drive clearing.
Tonight's snippet may seem to indicate to some that I am a JC/Chris fan. But really I like all the guys. Honest.
What?
I do.
Really.
~
Snippet #2
They were a bunch of strong-willed guys, and the band shouldn’t really have lasted this long. They all needed flexible, easy-going people to work with, not four other stubborn bastards. Chris was the most flexible of them all, and therefore the true leader. He could adapt more quickly than any of the others in the ways that mattered. They could all get along with him, and did unless he had imbibed more sugar than was really sane and they’d missed too much sleep. Then they all ganged up on him.
It worked, JC supposed, because firstly Chris wanted it to, and secondly because they all focused their powerful wills on staying together. Joey and Lance bored each other senseless, but they had said they were best friends and so they were. Joey and JC learned from each other and tried very hard never to compete for the same things. Chris charmed and bullied them equally, except for Justin whom he adored into complacency most of the time.
And of course JC let Justin win with Chris. Never tried to compete for Chris’ attention or time, and therefore Justin did not interfere in the studio. At first.
“Lance, have you seen Chris?”
Lance looked only reluctantly up from the porn he had spent the last half-hour downloading from the internet. Joey was flopped on one of the two beds in their shared room, trying to sleep but too tired. He was tempted to yell at Justin about bursting in on the grounds of interrupted sleep, but he knew it would be bullshit. And the question was one that might provide some entertainment when it was answered, at least.
“He’s off somewhere with JC, I think.”
Justin scowled and kicked the bed. His baleful gaze swept the peach-coloured bland hotel room and lighted on Joey.
~
And there it ends, folks. I have literally hundreds of these things on my hard drive. It's not like I don't know where the story is going; I do. Battles! Jealousy! Joey's sweaty socks! Lance's porn habit! I even know how it's going to end. (I haven't told Chris yet, though). But somehow I get only so far and then end up wandering off.
Help!
Okay, 'nough said for now.
Nighty night.
I can actually quote Brak's Dad, if not precisely verbatim.
"It is time to take off the slippers of boyhood and put on the shoes of a man. Unless they don't fit, and make your feet blister up like bubble wrap. But don't try to take them back once you've worn them, especially if that pig Tony is working..."
And Sea Lab 2021 is pretty wacky also.
Hmmm.
So, is lj like my new, detachable Id? I can write down everything I've previously sublimated. Hence the 'NSync stuff, the Brak quotes, and maybe I'll even do a bit on Darth Martha Stewart.
This could be healing.
::ahem::
So, on with the hard drive clearing.
Tonight's snippet may seem to indicate to some that I am a JC/Chris fan. But really I like all the guys. Honest.
What?
I do.
Really.
~
Snippet #2
They were a bunch of strong-willed guys, and the band shouldn’t really have lasted this long. They all needed flexible, easy-going people to work with, not four other stubborn bastards. Chris was the most flexible of them all, and therefore the true leader. He could adapt more quickly than any of the others in the ways that mattered. They could all get along with him, and did unless he had imbibed more sugar than was really sane and they’d missed too much sleep. Then they all ganged up on him.
It worked, JC supposed, because firstly Chris wanted it to, and secondly because they all focused their powerful wills on staying together. Joey and Lance bored each other senseless, but they had said they were best friends and so they were. Joey and JC learned from each other and tried very hard never to compete for the same things. Chris charmed and bullied them equally, except for Justin whom he adored into complacency most of the time.
And of course JC let Justin win with Chris. Never tried to compete for Chris’ attention or time, and therefore Justin did not interfere in the studio. At first.
“Lance, have you seen Chris?”
Lance looked only reluctantly up from the porn he had spent the last half-hour downloading from the internet. Joey was flopped on one of the two beds in their shared room, trying to sleep but too tired. He was tempted to yell at Justin about bursting in on the grounds of interrupted sleep, but he knew it would be bullshit. And the question was one that might provide some entertainment when it was answered, at least.
“He’s off somewhere with JC, I think.”
Justin scowled and kicked the bed. His baleful gaze swept the peach-coloured bland hotel room and lighted on Joey.
~
And there it ends, folks. I have literally hundreds of these things on my hard drive. It's not like I don't know where the story is going; I do. Battles! Jealousy! Joey's sweaty socks! Lance's porn habit! I even know how it's going to end. (I haven't told Chris yet, though). But somehow I get only so far and then end up wandering off.
Help!
Okay, 'nough said for now.
Nighty night.
