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out_thereHave acheived so little today it's not funny. On the other hand, discovered both assignments are due next week.
*headdesk*
Why, oh why, oh why, do I have them written in my diary as due in three weeks time?
*headdesk again*
Okay, study shall be done. Tomorrow, work shall be done. Next section of wip shall be posted late next week, I expect.
(And Jeremy and drunken-Casey can just stop snarking inside my head right now, thank you very much. This wip seems to have absorbed all spare brain-cells. I need my headspace back, pronto.)
*headdesk*
Why, oh why, oh why, do I have them written in my diary as due in three weeks time?
*headdesk again*
Okay, study shall be done. Tomorrow, work shall be done. Next section of wip shall be posted late next week, I expect.
(And Jeremy and drunken-Casey can just stop snarking inside my head right now, thank you very much. This wip seems to have absorbed all spare brain-cells. I need my headspace back, pronto.)
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Date: 2004-04-27 01:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-27 05:27 am (UTC)(I mean, I'm sure he has sex, and I assume Natalie's pretty damn happy about it, but I never want to have to picture it actually happening. It's a Jeremy-specific thing. I can't explain it, but... it's just not happening. And I'm definitely not writing it.)
They're just snarking at each other. Jeremy sat down beside Casey at Anthony's and now he's stuck entertaining the drunk.
***
Casey was grinning at Jeremy, almost sitting up straight. Well, leaning on the table just a little. From this angle, the overhead lights at Anthony's glimmered in the reflection from Jeremy's glasses. "Why are your glasses so..." Casey waved vaguely with his hands, but Jeremy just stared at him.
"So what?"
Casey lifted his hands to his eye-level, and outlined a rough square around his head.
Jeremy looked confused. "So boxed?"
Casey frowned and shook his head, and then remembered the word. "Big. Why are your glasses so *big*?"
Jeremy blinked owlishly at him, staring through the thick lenses. "Big?"
Casey nodded, and then realised that was a bad idea when the room started to sway. "They're really big," he said, closing his eyes until gravity straightened out the room.
Jeremy turned to Dan. "Does he always get this bad?"
Dan's snort was oddly familiar. Casey wondered if he should be able to recognise Dan's snort with his eyes closed. "He gets worse. Give him another glass or two, and he'll be reciting Shakespeare."
"You recite Shakespeare when drunk?"
After a moment, Casey realised that question was for him. He opened his eyes and nodded. "I like the speeches. Especially the St Crispin's Day speech."
"Okay," Jeremy said slowly.
"What's St Crispin's Day?"
"You don't know?" Jeremy asked, surprised.
"I have no idea," Casey replied, wondering where he'd put his glass. "I know the speech, but I don't know St Crispins Day." After a moment, he added, "I want to celebrate St Crispins Day. It sounds like a fun holiday. We could have a day off, and everything. Maybe a parade."
"A parade?"
"And we'd eat apples!" Casey declared with a broad sweep of his arm. He knocked over one of the empty shot glasses, but Jeremy picked it up and packed it away. "Apples, Jeremy."
"Why apples?"
"Crisp green apples for St Crispins Day. Or maybe red apples. I wouldn't want to discriminate on the basis of colour," Casey annunciated carefully. "There will be no racism against apples on St Crispins Day. It goes against the spirit of the season." Casey punctuated his point by slapping his hand against the table top. "Ow." It kind of hurt.
"And he gets worse than this?" Jeremy was asking Danny.
Casey interrupted by poking Jeremy's shoulder. "Tell me about St Crispins Day."
Jeremy stared at him. "Why do you think I'd know about St Crispins Day?"
"You're dusty," Casey said, pointing out the obvious. "You know this stuff."
"Well, yes, I do," Jeremy said, and started in on a long explanation that involved....
&&&
I have to stop there. I have no idea what St Crispins Day is, and need to do some research to fill in Jeremy's bit. But, there you go. That's what Jeremy is putting up with. Casey, on the other hand, is having a *great* time.
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Date: 2004-04-27 06:18 am (UTC)I can tell you, without cheating and looking it up, that St Crispin and St Crispian - there's two of them - are the patron saints of shoemakers. Yes, I'm nearly as big a nerd as Jeremy. I knew who Thespis was, too ... and I know Napoleon died on St Helena, not Elba ...
But why, why is Casey drinking like this??? Am all agog now.
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Date: 2004-04-27 06:34 am (UTC)*snerk*
I knew who Thespis was, too ... and I know Napoleon died on St Helena, not Elba ...
Hee! Okay, I knew Thespis, too (Mum did a BA in literature and the history of drama. A little rubbed off in conversation.), but I'm sure Casey would be impressed by your Napoleon knowledge.
But why, why is Casey drinking like this??? Am all agog now.
If I write the rest of the scene, it would make *total* sense, but... that might not happen for a bit. Casey would tell you he's drinking because it's his birthday and Natalie is his best friend in the entire world, and Jeremy's his second best friend.
Dan would tell you that Natalie bought Casey a bottle of Jaegermeister (and Jeremy bought him the matching Jaegermeister shot glasses), and that it's not good for Casey.
&&&
Dan frowned at Natalie. "I can't believe you bought him Jaegermeister."
"I like Jaegermeister," Casey pointed out. "I am the Master of the Hunt."
Dan rolled his eyes. "But it doesn't like you."
"Yes, it does. It loves me and makes me feel great. On top of the world. Giddy as a schoolgirl."
"I don't deny that it makes you giddy. I don't deny that it makes you grin like a loon, and laugh at every second sentence," Dan said, and Casey beamed at him.
"Exactly," Casey said, holding his bottle close.
"It also makes you feel like killing yourself the next day," Dan pointed out sourly. "You do remember that, right? The total hangovers you get when you drink that stuff."
Casey waved away Dan's concerns, like he was swiping at a large and stealthy fly. "Hangovers are for wusses. Tonight, I am Master of the Hunt."
Dan sighed and turned to Natalie. "You bought him the stuff. I think it's your responsibility to go explain to Dana why Casey needs tomorrow off."
"He needs tomorrow off?"
"Oh, *yeah*," Dan said, like some bad eighties song. "He'll have fun tonight, and won't be able to stand up straight, but you don't want to see him tomorrow. You definitely don't want to put him under studio lights."
Natalie's forehead formed into parallel furrows. It was kind of cute, in a weird geometric sense. "Really?"
"Just tell Dana about the Jaegermeister. She'll know what I'm talking about."
&&&
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Date: 2004-04-27 03:30 pm (UTC)I knew Thespis because, well, of 'thespian', and also the lost Gilbert & Sullivan operetta of that name. (It was only 150 years ago, how could they lose it?!)
Also, there really is a theory that Napoleon was murdered. Using the ever-popular 'poisoned wallpaper' device.
What else does Sports Night get wrong ...? Lots of things, which I always notice at the time but can never remember after. I know Danny's English isn't as good as it might be ("Lack of interest, Danny, or uninterest - not disinterest!"). And I think 'Marquess' really is pronounced 'Markwis', and not how Jeremy said it ...
Never trust the TV, that's the moral of this message. It's a liar and a deceiver and it will lead you into deadly wrong.
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Date: 2004-04-27 03:58 pm (UTC)Sometimes I wonder if it's an American/English usage thing. Such as they commonly use the word "gotten". I was raised that "gotten" isn't a real word. (You either "got" something, or you "had got" something. You hadn't "gotten" something.) An american beta picked that up for me, and it still *feels* wrong.
Marquis - I'm sure is pronounced Markwee, but... I have no idea about the other one.
But, you do have a point about grammar. My favourite one is Toby (one of the president's speech writers, for heavens sake) saying he "could care less". Wha? I'm sure he *means* "couldn't care less" (ie. doesn't care at all), not that he actually does care about it a little.
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Date: 2004-04-27 04:05 pm (UTC)I sometimes wonder whether the verb 'to lie' takes different declensions in American English, it's misused so frequently, and by people who should know better. Josh, for example, in TWW saying "Is it better to lay down in front of a train, or - ?" At which point I completely stopped having a crush on Josh. Tragedy!
I think the 'could care less', meaning 'couldn't' might come under the heading of a regional colloquialism. But then again, maybe not.
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Date: 2004-04-27 04:16 pm (UTC)Hee! Okay, that didn't bother me. Of course, my big WW crush is Sam, and I love him pointing out that "It's a really bad phrase." ("What about if it's the other way around?" "It's still a really bad phrase, Josh.")
Thinking of Josh/Sam, and my OTP of political angst, I was so amused yesterday when
I think the 'could care less', meaning 'couldn't' might come under the heading of a regional colloquialism. But then again, maybe not.
I'd believe that, but... American recappers paused at that phrasing, and I've yet to meet anyone online who *says* that.
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Date: 2004-04-27 06:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-27 06:38 am (UTC)Although, all the mentions of cash and accrual in tonight's lecture did make me think of you. (And then of taxfics, which led to smut, which led to Annie blinking at lecturer and wondering what the last slide had been about.)
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Date: 2004-04-27 06:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-27 06:42 am (UTC)