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One of those Ohmygaaaaaawd! moments
Oct. 21st, 2008 09:09 pmJust had one of those, watching "War of the Roses" and realizing that Sean Astin aka Sam of Lord of the Rings fame was playing Oliver and Barbara Rose's son! He had the exact same mannerisms 20 years ago.
Totally unrelated: You know those times when you're feeling contemplative and your thoughts just perform the most astonishing leaps? With me this usually occurs in the early morning, just after waking up, while I drink my tea. I guess that having just left the depths of sleep accounts for the strangeness of those leaps. So this morning, I was thinking about a rather horrid HGLM fic I'd found last weekend at the Pit of Voles. Among other plot elements, it also featured a whodunnit, and not a very good one. This suddenly made me think about the first fic I'd ever written, at the age of about eight. It was supposed to become a long and convoluted detective story, but I didn't make more than a (handwritten of course) page, mostly because my hero i.e. the young policeman was shot right at the beginning. I still remember bursting into tears while writing his last words. Of course he told his partner to go to his ole mum and tell her he loved her (the dead guy, not his colleague).
Even more unrelated: I ordered and watched the whole of Capital City. Do any of my Brit friends remember why there were only two seasons? And wasn't Jason Isaacs just ooooooohsocuuuute in his late twenties?
I'm turning into a middle-aged perv. The problem is that I like it...
Totally unrelated: You know those times when you're feeling contemplative and your thoughts just perform the most astonishing leaps? With me this usually occurs in the early morning, just after waking up, while I drink my tea. I guess that having just left the depths of sleep accounts for the strangeness of those leaps. So this morning, I was thinking about a rather horrid HGLM fic I'd found last weekend at the Pit of Voles. Among other plot elements, it also featured a whodunnit, and not a very good one. This suddenly made me think about the first fic I'd ever written, at the age of about eight. It was supposed to become a long and convoluted detective story, but I didn't make more than a (handwritten of course) page, mostly because my hero i.e. the young policeman was shot right at the beginning. I still remember bursting into tears while writing his last words. Of course he told his partner to go to his ole mum and tell her he loved her (the dead guy, not his colleague).
Even more unrelated: I ordered and watched the whole of Capital City. Do any of my Brit friends remember why there were only two seasons? And wasn't Jason Isaacs just ooooooohsocuuuute in his late twenties?
I'm turning into a middle-aged perv. The problem is that I like it...
