your lunchtime babble for today
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burntcopperGot over 3 thou done last night (thought it would be less, but then Methos suddenly started ranting about the evils of bloody plate armour suits when all I'd previously had on the subject was one line about 'never catch me in that stuff', but then we are talking me - the entire plane flight scene developed out of one stupid joke and then the bastards started bantering something chronic in my notebook), so reckon will definitely be able to get the word count done - three scenes left to write up that're actually *necessary* - plane flight back, meeting at Algiers (aka the '... I should've bloody known it'd be you', where I may have to womanfully resist using the casablanca line. Hang on, this is Jack Harkness. Of course he's going to use it. I still get amused that for a character who didn't get a joke about Spock in his first appearance is now canonically a pop culture tart.) and the end scene at Algiers, which also includes the coda. If I've got time I'll stick in something about their history with comparisons into the meeting at Algiers, but only when I've finished everything else. Dammit. Really, the Methos-and-Jack stuff should be take up a lot more of the novel, but Torchwood of the 1920s and 30s intruded and consumed my time and word count.
Ooops. Gone and scared people at work with the lungs. Specifically, relatively new people who tend to whine and think the coughing and sneezing that you can hear across the other side of the building is done for effect and attention seeking (no, really, they actually said that). This time? Wheezing fit. Have ten-second bout, get vaguely irritated with it (my wheezing isn't an attempt to get breath, it's lungs having their equivalent of hiccups) and look up to see the newish people staring at me in alarm. Cue the reiteration explanation of 'look, ridiculously powerful but ridiculously sensitive, okay? You know the coughing and sneezing? We're talking one iota of dust and/or the air conditioning. You'll know if I'm in trouble because I'll be in pain. Now STOP STARING.'
...okay, so they're probably a little bit reasonable about being concerned, but this? Nothing I can do about it, inhalers and so on would just be utterly useless and 99% of the time they're perfectly fine. Hence me automatically going on the defensive because the staring gets to me.
Listening to Lee Mead album. Not bad. It's all covers, the Paint it Black and Any Dream Will Do are nowhere near as good as the live versions. Any Dream is far too cutesy, for a start. Probably spoiled by the fact that Lee was on an utter adrenaline rush when he first sang it and you can hear the triumph and disbelief and glee at winning if you have the mp3s recorded off the tv, and his original performance of Paint it Black was what got the fabulous reaction shot of all the other contestants looking utterly ill, because they knew it'd just stolen the entire show. 'Stronger' had me blinking at first, because brain was going 'this is familiar. where the hell do I know this from?' And then realised why it sounded so odd. It's a Sugababes track. Female and choral rather than male and single voice. Surprising how much difference it makes.
Query : for the etymology geeks/those of greek extraction : what does '-opolis' or '-poulis/os' tagged on the end of a surname mean? I think it's the same as 'town/from this place/people of', but it might be 'son of' (like mac/son/o') - couldn't tell. Help?
Ooops. Gone and scared people at work with the lungs. Specifically, relatively new people who tend to whine and think the coughing and sneezing that you can hear across the other side of the building is done for effect and attention seeking (no, really, they actually said that). This time? Wheezing fit. Have ten-second bout, get vaguely irritated with it (my wheezing isn't an attempt to get breath, it's lungs having their equivalent of hiccups) and look up to see the newish people staring at me in alarm. Cue the reiteration explanation of 'look, ridiculously powerful but ridiculously sensitive, okay? You know the coughing and sneezing? We're talking one iota of dust and/or the air conditioning. You'll know if I'm in trouble because I'll be in pain. Now STOP STARING.'
...okay, so they're probably a little bit reasonable about being concerned, but this? Nothing I can do about it, inhalers and so on would just be utterly useless and 99% of the time they're perfectly fine. Hence me automatically going on the defensive because the staring gets to me.
Listening to Lee Mead album. Not bad. It's all covers, the Paint it Black and Any Dream Will Do are nowhere near as good as the live versions. Any Dream is far too cutesy, for a start. Probably spoiled by the fact that Lee was on an utter adrenaline rush when he first sang it and you can hear the triumph and disbelief and glee at winning if you have the mp3s recorded off the tv, and his original performance of Paint it Black was what got the fabulous reaction shot of all the other contestants looking utterly ill, because they knew it'd just stolen the entire show. 'Stronger' had me blinking at first, because brain was going 'this is familiar. where the hell do I know this from?' And then realised why it sounded so odd. It's a Sugababes track. Female and choral rather than male and single voice. Surprising how much difference it makes.
Query : for the etymology geeks/those of greek extraction : what does '-opolis' or '-poulis/os' tagged on the end of a surname mean? I think it's the same as 'town/from this place/people of', but it might be 'son of' (like mac/son/o') - couldn't tell. Help?
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Date: 2007-11-30 02:06 am (UTC)