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And the clutter steadily grew both seasons.

Much like my desk... *g*

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And the ugly picture behind the desk changes to one in a similar style. Maybe someone thought the woman in the bathing cossie was offensive & sexist. (Didn't offend me. The fact that it's an ugly picture did.)

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celli

Plus they have the...the...oh, hell. It's a Raging Bull movie poster, right?

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Yup. Someone, somewhere I was reading the other day - when I was bored at work, as when am I not, and Googling for anything Josh Charles related that I could find, suggested that the Raging Bull thing was subtextual, but I didn't really follow their reasoning, never having seen the film. I thought it was just a Boy Thing.

There's a book in their office (or it may be in Isaac's office, or it may wander between them) that has Botticelli's Primavera on the cover, and I cannot for the life of me imagine what that is, or what it has to do with sport.

Also, they have that really ugly lamp (?) of a sort-of '50s glamour girl in stockings.

This is like Kim's Game, only with Sports Night trivia!

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A fellow slasher watched it and said it was very bloody, despite being in black and white, but that the main character's urge to fight seemed to stem for his subtextual lust for his brother. (Um, no, I haven't seen it either.)

That, and it was all about the main character's downward spiral and self-destructiveness.

*shrugs*

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Boy Thing. *Shrug* It's reasonably cool, in spite of being sport-related, so it goes with the general zeitgeist of the show ...

... 'zeitgeist', good lord. Time for bed. (It is 2.00 am here.)

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But of course, being obsessive/compulsive, I couldn't go to bed till I found the article (http://www.epinions.com/content_88717889156)

Except doesn't the "I coulda been a contender" quote come from On The Waterfront ...?

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*gives you a Look*

You expect *me* to know? I mean, really. I've probably seen more war films than serious sport films (Mr Baseball doesn't count, I don't think), and that's still a damn small number.

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It was a rhetorical question. It comes from On The Waterfront. Which is more about unions and strike-breaking and people killing pigeons than sport, really.

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celli

oooh! *saves* Fantastic.

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Someday, I will find the original bunch of notes I made. I have them somewhere...

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laylee.livejournal.com

Dana refers to it as the "Big Apple Health and Racket Club" but I don't know if that's mockery, or supposed to be the actual name.)

I googled it and came up with nothing, so it's possibly mockery.

(Can you tell I'm bored at work?)

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I googled it and came up with nothing, so it's possibly mockery.

She says it in a very mocking tone.

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that_mireille

For fic writers- it's Northwestern, not North Western, and Amherst, not Amhurst.

But wow, this is a great little resource, and thanks for posting. :)

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For fic writers- it's Northwestern, not North Western, and Amherst, not Amhurst.

Really? How odd. I googled the names to try to ge thtem right...

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- Casey and Dan have a bar fridge in their office, between the couch and the glass wall

- which in Shoe Money Tonight appears to contain Red Bull.

Also (in Ten Wickets), Dan apparently gets completely rat-arsed on one glass of red wine, two at the most, since there was still enough in that bottle to go round four people. Since I feel this reflects badly on Danny - he can be a woman if he likes, but I don't want him being girlie - I like to think that he had a half-bottle of Scotch in his desk drawer and polished that off first before he started on the wine.

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- which in Shoe Money Tonight appears to contain Red Bull.

*snerk* That kinda explains a lot about them... *g*

Also (in Ten Wickets), Dan apparently gets completely rat-arsed on one glass of red wine, two at the most, since there was still enough in that bottle to go round four people. Since I feel this reflects badly on Danny - he can be a woman if he likes, but I don't want him being girlie - I like to think that he had a half-bottle of Scotch in his desk drawer and polished that off first before he started on the wine.

I assumed he had two bottles. I mean, who really buys *one* bottle for two people...? Although, they drank out of mugs, and I also thought that they probably only poured themselves half a mug or so, so Danny had probably had 2 or 3, and I'm guessing he'd had them within about 15-20 minutes. Drinking two wines&OJ's on an empty stomach within half an hour has made me shockingly legless in the past, so it's not a girlie as it sounds.

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Nice! The only thing is, I think Louise actually goes to Amherst College, not UMass Amherst. As far as I can remember, he just says, "She's a sophomore at Amherst," right? If that's what he says then he should mean Amherst College. They're very different schools, though they are in the same town...

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Ah. Valid point. I just did a quick search on google, and really, after watch 6... 8... 10 hours of SN, my ability to spot details gets dodgy. *g*

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ahab99.livejournal.com

Heh. Yeah, I wouldn't expect you to be able to tell the difference. I happen to have grown up two towns over from both schools, so I'm a little more familiar with the area. I'm shocked that it appears that Google may not know everything, though! ;)

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Random Casey things I just learnt (can you guess which episode I'm up to?) - he speaks four languages (I think they were German, French, Spanish and, as he pointed out to Dan who said he only speaks three languages, he dabbles in English too), plays a little piano, and cooks (spaghetti and cup cakes *g*).

I really like the image of Casey in the kitchen, wearing a little apron, flour on his nose, getting cup cakes out of the oven, that he's baked for Dan's birthday, and nearly dropping them because there's a hole in his oven mitts.

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And he juggles! And gets obsessive about his alma mater.

and cooks (spaghetti and cup cakes *g*).

Oh, I forgot that!

I really like the image of Casey in the kitchen, wearing a little apron, flour on his nose, getting cup cakes out of the oven, that he's baked for Dan's birthday, and nearly dropping them because there's a hole in his oven mitts.

*snickers* Oh, that's adorable. It's just... incredibly sweet.

*big eyes*

Write it for me?

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I can't believe I'm so obedient! It's those big eyes you make at me. They leave me powerless.

You do realise that I don't know the show well enough to be writing even snippets?

Cupcakes

"Ow! Fuck!"

Sounds of pain and irritation reached Dan clearly, even outside the apartment. He raised his eyebrows in amusement as he knocked rapidly, four sharp taps, his trademark knock.

There was a distinct clatter and more swearing before footsteps approached.

"You're early," was Casey's only greeting. Not that Dan took any notice of it. How could he when Casey was looking the way he did? A red and white gingham apron (and he had to have bought that for himself, because he couldn't imagine Lisa ever wearing that, not in a million years) and flour dusted like white freckles across his nose. Well, either it was flour or Casey had taken to powdering his nose and hadn't gotten the color matched at all.

He just couldn't drag his gaze away from Casey's nose. It was adorable. Though Casey would kill him if he ever used the word adorable to describe him. But it was. Sweet and adorable. Especially as the flour could only mean one thing.

"You're baking me a cake." Dan beamed at Casey and pushed past, heading straight for the kitchen.

"What makes you think I'm baking you anything?"

Dan stopped, turned his head and grinned. "It doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to deduce that one. First, there's the apron."

Casey looked down in horror. Dan tried not to smirk: Casey had clearly forgotten that particular sartorial delight.

"Then there's the flour on your nose." And now Casey was going cross-eyed trying to see if there really was flour there or if it was Dan being Dan.

"It's there all right." Dan brushed his fingers gently across Casey's nose and then held his hand palm up for inspection. Sure enough, it was streaked with white.

"And finally, best of all, there's the smell. Let's face it, your apartment doesn't normally smell this good. This is coming home scent." He nodded in satisfaction. It smelled good. His stomach rumbled agreement.

"Coming home scent?" Casey raised his eyebrows.

"You know. It's coming home to your mom when she bakes you cakes to feed you up."

"You'd better not be calling me your mother. Not that I have anything against your mom, but still. Not a good comparison."

"I'll try not to get confused and call you mom." Casey glowered at him, but Dan blithely ignored him. "So, back to the important issues. What are you baking for me?"

"It's supposed to be a surprise."

"But I'm here now, so you may as well tell all."

"Cupcakes."

"Cupcakes?"

"Yes, Dan. Cupcakes. Little individual sponge cakes, with frosting."

"For me?"

"Yes."

"So, what was all the swearing I heard when I got here? Didn't sound like the sort of language Martha Stewart would approve of in the kitchen."

"I burnt my fingers getting the cakes out of the oven."

"Aren't you supposed to use some sort of insulated glove thing so you don't burn yourself?"

"Yes Dan, and I did. But there was a hole, so hot metal and skin met, and hence there was pain which lead to swearing. Justifiable swearing."

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You do realise that I don't know the show well enough to be writing even snippets?

*squees* But you do it so well! Casey and Dan adorableness! Total adorableness!

This was a wonderful thing to wake up to. *hugs you hard*

He raised his eyebrows in amusement as he knocked rapidly, four sharp taps, his trademark knock.

Aw, Dan has a trademark knock? Don't ask me why, but I love that detail.

A red and white gingham apron (and he had to have bought that for himself, because he couldn't imagine Lisa ever wearing that, not in a million years)...

*sniggers* Oh, I'm just imagining Casey buying that...

Casey looked down in horror. Dan tried not to smirk: Casey had clearly forgotten that particular sartorial delight.

Hee!

And now Casey was going cross-eyed trying to see if there really was flour there or if it was Dan being Dan.

*cracks up* That's such a cute mental image. Casey going cross-eyed, with his floury nose and gingham apron. For a manly sportscaster, Casey can be adorably domestic.

"You'd better not be calling me your mother. Not that I have anything against your mom, but still. Not a good comparison."

"I'll try not to get confused and call you mom." Casey glowered at him, but Dan blithely ignored him. "So, back to the important issues. What are you baking for me?"

There's something about the "I'll try not to get confused and call you mom." line that sounds a bit awkward to me. If you get time, maybe think about replacing it with another similar insult. It just seems a bit... obvious? Wordy, maybe. I can't put my finger on it, but it was the only bit that made me pause for a sec.

and hence there was pain which lead to swearing. Justifiable swearing."

Hee! Very justified. (Sidenote: shouldn't there be a comma before which?)

Oh, I totally loved it!

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You know, as soon as I wrote the name Lisa I got confused. I started thinking I'd got myself mixed up with tWW and Sam's Lisa. Does Sorkin have an ex called Lisa?

Aw, Dan has a trademark knock? Don't ask me why, but I love that detail.

Now that's the kind of thing that worried me. I'm sure he would have a distinctive knock that Casey would recognise and know that it was Dan visiting, but I couldn't remember hearing him knock on anyone's door in the show to know what it would be. And then I started worrying that maybe he knocks on a door in every episode in season 2, so you'd be thinking it was totally wrong! I really do get hung up over the silliest things when I'm trying to write!

The cross-eyed bit, and Casey not being sure if Dan was teasing him or if he really did have flour on his nose came from that scene where Dan chucks Casey on the nose. I see Casey as sometimes being aware and alert for practical jokes, but more often getting caught out by them!

There's something about the "I'll try not to get confused and call you mom." line that sounds a bit awkward to me.

I agree. It doesn't sound even vaguely like Dan either. I wasn't going to bother polishing it up though (which you can either read as nice because I'm comfortable with you reading my rough stuff, or rude because I dump my rubbish in your LJ!! *g*), but if I was to post it properly I should do a whole lot of tidying. But first I should watch another couple of episodes. Yes, I like that plan. I shall curl up on the sofa and watch some more.

(BTW, while I think about it, I've got another episode of caps up. And I'll be going back and capping 'Sally' - I watched it while eating dinner that was too awkward to eat with one hand so I could cap with the other).

Sidenote: shouldn't there be a comma before which?

Commas aren't my strong suit, but I'm pretty sure there should be!

Oh, I totally loved it!

*beams* You know, apart from snippets in a note book, the only fics I've written recently have been ones you've told me to write!!

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"Shouldn't you have your hand under cold water right now then?" Dan took hold of Casey's wrists, carefully, checking each hand for damage. He found it, a huge blister on the right index finger. "Your finger's blistered already. You should have just ignored the door and put it under the tap."

He pulled Casey through into the kitchen and turned the cold tap on with his free hand.

"Yes, mom. I should have left you at the door for twenty minutes. I don't think a batch of cupcakes would have been enough to turn around the mood you would have been in when I finally let you in."

"I would have understood," Dan insisted untruthfully as he ran the water until it felt cold enough to suit him. "Here, keep it under this now."

"You can let go of my wrist now," Casey remarked, amusement evident in his tone.

"Just make sure you keep it under for at least ten minutes."

"And to think you called me mom!"

"If the apron fits."

"Ah, yes." Casey gave a wry grin. "I've no excuse handy for this. You weren't supposed to come this early or I'd have written an excuse just in case you saw it."

"Actually it's cute. That, and the flour."

"Cute?"

"Yes."

"Cute?" Casey's voice really had a remarkable range. It was amazing how high it could get. Maybe it was the cold water affecting him.

Still, Dan sensed the need to charm his way out of this one. Shame his charm never seemed to work that well on Casey.

"I meant practical. It's a very practical look. The wrong word, uh, snuck out."

"You're a professional sportscaster. The wrong words aren't supposed to sneak out." Casey paused, and then grinned. "Except for cheese, of course. If you'd said it looked cheesy I would have understood that it was just you being distracted and substituting cheese for the right word."

"You're never going to let me live that one down, are you?"

"No."

"But it's my day off. I'm allowed to get distracted and use the wrong words on my day off."

"Distracted, huh?"

Dan could see Casey's mind whirring. It was actually visible in his eyes.

"By me? I distracted you?" He sounded pleased.

"By your apron, and the flour. Let's not forget the flour. And the coming home scent." Dan was pretty sure that he sounded like he was making excuses. That was fine though. Because he was. And he needed Casey to call him on it someday, so he wasn't going to make the reasons too good or too convincing.

"Do you think this apartment is like a home?" Casey was serious now, switching in a flash from joking to needing a real answer. Dan had to wonder if Charlie or Lisa had said something recently to make him think otherwise.

"It's my second home." And it was, not for the bricks and mortar, or whatever was under the plaster and paint, but for Casey. Dan wondered if it was time to say that. He almost thought it was.

After all, Casey had made him cupcakes, and that had to mean something.

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And a sweet slashy ending! *bounces*

"Shouldn't you have your hand under cold water right now then?"

Aw, concerned-Danny! (And, um, awkward phrasing. Try moving the then to the start.)

"I would have understood," Dan insisted untruthfully as he ran the water until it felt cold enough to suit him.

*snerk* I like that. That Casey and Danny both know how annoyed Dan would be. It's just... sweet that they know that and accept that stuff.

"And to think you called me mom!"

"If the apron fits."

*giggles* Too cute!

"Cute?" Casey's voice really had a remarkable range. It was amazing how high it could get. Maybe it was the cold water affecting him.

*chuckles*

If you'd said it looked cheesy I would have understood that it was just you being distracted and substituting cheese for the right word."

"You're never going to let me live that one down, are you?"

Bwahahahahaa! Oh, I love the cheese jokes.

Dan could see Casey's mind whirring. It was actually visible in his eyes.

*snerk* The amusing thing is that sometimes it is visible.

And he needed Casey to call him on it someday, so he wasn't going to make the reasons too good or too convincing.

Aw! Have I mentioned how sweet and happy this fic is? Have I? Because it's so delightful, Signe.

And it was, not for the bricks and mortar, or whatever was under the plaster and paint, but for Casey.

Now I've got Danny in my head. Saying that he would tear down Rebecca's "wall of pain", that it was made of bricks and mortar and the third thing.

Dan wondered if it was time to say that. He almost thought it was.

After all, Casey had made him cupcakes, and that had to mean something.

Just adorable! *swoons*

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