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Happy Birthday, Tom Wilson!
I still find it amusing that the guy who played Biff was a tax day baby.
-D: I suppose this means that this is technically Buford and Griff's birthdays, barring further evidence.-
Probably. I'm not sure about the kind of info we have on those two. I know Griff is 18 in 2015, according to that future paper.
-VD: I wonder -- was there any particular reason for making Biff a year older?-
*shrug* Got me. Maybe the Bobs just felt it worked out best that way. Why is anyone any of the ages they are in the trilogy?
-TD: Star Wars influence, perhaps? Older mentor, younger traveler. . . .-
LOL, that's been around since before Star Wars, you know.
-TD: Yes, but it's an example most people would know.-
Fair enough. It's interesting to ponder these things once in a while. One of these days, I'm going to have to actually get to a Q&A session with the Bobs and see what I can learn.
Anyway, actual productivity today -- did some nice edits to both "V.D." and "Marty In Wonderland," probably have those up soon.
-VD+HD: *toast each other*-
I'm also basically ready to post my three drabbles88. I was going to hold off on the third, but I figure, what the hell, might as well post now. Especially since I continue to drag my feet with the multi-chapter story.
-HD: It can't be that hard. "Marty In Wonderland" was freewritten.-
Yeah, but I had a book to consult with that. Plus, most of my freewrites are comedy, not angst. Comedy's easier to do in that format.
-DW: If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.-
Heh, yeah, I know. I guess it's just a case of buckling down and doing it.
-D: That's the spirit.-
-VD2: So how about those drabble88s?-
Sure thing:
84. Pink
“Ow – oooh – ach – eek--”
“I don’t get it. We both saw you put on sunscreen. Five times. And yet, somehow, you’re neon pink.”
Victor Van Dort winced as his fiancee Victoria Everglot rubbed more balm on him. “Perhaps it was past its expiration date.”
“Or perhaps it has something to do with the fact your village seems to be perpetually in gloom,” Richard “Mad Hatter” Dodgson commented, sipping on some iced tea. “Tell me, does that place get any sun at all?”
“I could ask the same about your Wonderland.”
“Hey, now that Alice has killed the Red Queen, it’s gotten much nicer.”
“I told you to stay under the umbrella, Victor,” Dr. Emmett “Doc” Brown said, shaking his head. “Pale skin like yours is a distinct liability in California.”
“As I’ve found out. But I couldn’t resist exploring a little. At least I got some new sketches of your local insect population. You have some beautiful butterfly species in Hill Valley.”
Victoria looked over at Richard, puzzled. “What I want to know is why he didn’t burn. According to you, he never put on sunscreen at all.”
“Well, clockwork doesn’t really burn, you see,” Richard said, smiling smugly.
“It does rust up, though, doesn’t it?” Doc reminded him.
“I wasn’t expecting it to just start raining like that!”
“I’m guessing your little trip was something of a bust, then,” Victoria said.
“You could say that,” Doc admitted. “Though Victor seemed to have a good time with Marty.”
Victor managed a small smile. “He reminds me a little of Bonejangles. Not sure what to make of his ‘rock and roll,’ though. . . .”
“I liked working in the laboratory,” Richard said. “I created a new hat-making machine, did I tell you?”
“Several times,” Doc said, rolling his eyes. “I’m glad you liked the place, though. I was worried you’d find it too strange.”
“. . . I’m from Wonderland. Do you really think I find anything strange anymore?”
“Heh, good point. So, where do you want to go on our next trip?”
Victor suddenly smiled almost evilly. “You know, my parents and prospective in-laws are always saying they want to meet these ‘drinking buddies’ of mine. . . .”
Otherwise known as "Mad Scientists and Englishmen in the California Sun."
-TTV: *looks at the Docs* *gets own evil smile*-
O.o That looks VERY out of place on you.
-TTV: *dropping it* It feels strange, too.-
Anyway, this came out of the observation that Victor is very pale, and would probably burn to a crisp in direct sunlight.
-OD: *tentacles chatter* Richard makes a good point -- DOES that village of yours get any sun?-
-TTV: Well, you have to take into account, it's England. Rain is a way of life.-
-TD: *frowns* You ARE pale. Even your tongue is grey. You need a color transfusion.-
-TTV: Don't you dare start experimen-ack! *acciddentally strangles self with tie*-
-D: We told you that would happen someday.-
-TTV: *dirty look as he loosens it*-
-VD: *patpat* I understand. She's gotten me sunburnt in a previous one.-
Yeah, but you're a vampire, you have more excuse.
-VD: Even still. Just think of it this way, Victor, Victoria gets to rub cream all over you.-
-TTV: *turns brilliant pink, giggles nervously*-
35. Broken
“Ow! God damn it. . . .”
“Doc, maybe you should--”
“No! I am NOT doing that!”
“But--”
“But nothing!”
“It’s not the end of the world, Doc!”
Doc glared at his best friend. “I am not doing it. I pride myself on being able to get through life without their help.”
“Like I prided myself on not backing down from anything?”
“Your chicken problem is totally different from this.”
“I still think you should just call them! You’re not getting anywhere like this!”
Doc remained silent, staring down at the table. Marty sighed. “You’re scared of them, aren’t you?”
“I am not scared of them. Like I said, I have made it through my entire life without their help. I shouldn’t have to ask for it now.”
Marty began to smile. “Admit it, Doc. You’re a little scared of them.”
Now it was Doc’s turn to sigh. “Well, all right, maybe a bit. It’s not them so much as – well, being frightened of losing what’s most important to me. If I turn to them. . . .”
“Doc, everybody turns to them sometime. It’s a fact of life. It doesn’t make you any less of a person.” Marty picked up the phone and held it out. “Do it, Doc. Call them.”
For a moment, Doc felt betrayed. Then he looked into the teen’s eyes. Marty just wanted what was best for him. He knew that. And, frankly, he was at the end of his rope. He took the phone and dialed. Moments later, he heard a voice. This is it, he thought. No more running away. Just get it over with and get this working. “Hello?
Tech support?”
-Martys: *fall over laughing*-
-Docs: *dirty looks*-
Hehehehehehe. This was inspired by one of my DocBert cartoon summaries on my website. After seeing this month's challenge, I thought it would be a funny twist.
-VD2: The only reason we're that bad about calling tech support is because we're used to BEING tech support.-
-TD: What are we working on, anyway?-
A computer that just won't start up. The original DocBert idea had it in pieces all over your lab.
-HD: *seems torn between annoyance and amusement* I can fix my own inventions, thank you very much. But at least it's humor.-
40. Who?
Lorraine grinned over at Marty. “Great idea. I’d love to park.”
“I figured you would.” Marty leaned back in his seat, enjoying the view. Lorraine Baines had to be the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Granted, he didn’t remember seeing many other girls, but he didn’t care. Lorraine was a girl who had no equal. Man, I’m so glad that I woke up in her house! I mean, finding myself in my underwear was a little off-putting, but she’s really such a great gal! A mischievous smile crossed his face. Wonder what she looks like in her underwear. . . .
As Lorraine snuck a bottle of booze out of her purse, though, Marty again got that strange, niggling feeling that something was wrong. That he shouldn’t be here with Lorraine. That he should be – somewhere else, with someone else. Ugh, he thought. Having amnesia is so annoying! Every time you get comfortable in your new life, something tries to pop up!
Lorraine took a gulp from the bottle, then passed it to Marty. He took a sip as she lit up a cigarette. “So,” she said, smiling seductively, “what do you want to do?”
Marty grinned back, sitting up straight and dismissing that annoying niggle. Who cared about their previous life when they had Lorraine? “You know what I want to do.” She giggled, flicked the cigarette out, and leaned forward. He did the same, and their lips met.
Alarm bells immediately went off in Marty’s head as the niggle came back with heavy reinforcements. He didn’t know why, but every cell in his body was screaming at him, THIS IS WRONG! THIS IS COMPLETELY, UTTERLY WRONG!! STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY! He snapped back from Lorraine, wiping his lips off before he could even think about it.
To his amazement, Lorraine looked much the same way he felt. Well, at least it’s not one-sided. . . . “Oh my God. That – that – I don’t know what it is, but when I kiss you, it’s like I’m kissing – my brother,” she finally stammered, lip curled in disgust.
That described how he felt perfectly. Suddenly, Marty wanted to be anywhere except where he was. “Yeah,” he muttered, not looking at her. “Listen, I’m gonna--” Lorraine just nodded, understanding. Marty opened the door and got out of the car. At least it was the Baines’s, so he didn’t have to worry about stranding her. “I’m sorry,” he added.
“It’s okay.” Lorraine remained sitting there as Marty walked away.
Half an hour later, Marty was sitting in Oak Park, wondering what the hell had happened to ruin his date – when, suddenly, his entire body began to ache. Puzzled, he loosened his clothes, but the ache persisted, rapidly turning into excruciating pain. Marty doubled up, nearly falling off the bench. Oh, God, what’s happening to me? He tried to move, tried to lift his hand –
And, to his horror, discovered he could see right through it.
Moments later, Martin Seamus McFly, son of George McFly and Lorraine Baines, no longer existed.
A FAR more realistic take on that little plot device I've seen used a couple of times -- Marty with amnesia actually going out with Lorraine.
-M: THANK YOU! Jesus Christ, those fics creep me out!-
I know! Look, people, when Lorraine kissed him, she realized something was DAMN wrong with the whole situation. I don't think that reaction would change if Marty lost his memory -- it seemed to be instinctual.
-D: Not to mention the fics are NOT logically consistent. If Lorraine decides to marry Marty, heaven forbid, Marty is automatically erased from existence! Their genes would NOT produce Marty again! Do you realize how lucky he was that his parents gaining better lives for themselves didn't affect his own conception? Essentially, these authors are putting their versions of the BTTF universe in danger of destruction from a paradox!-
Precisely! Destroy the universe, why don't you. . . .
-VM: You know, I'd say something about George probably having a similar reaction--
-MHG: *frantic nodnods*-
-VM: But the slashers don't seem to care if he knows I'm his kid or not, so I suspect I'd be wasting my breath.-
Probably, yeah. Remember people, incest makes baby Marty Jr. cry.
Woo! Updates for the win, am I right?
-DW: It's certainly nice to see.-
-MF: And you were right, I LIKED that last bunny?-
See? I'm not always evil.
Okay, off to fulfill my obligations to Role-Play Doc with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
revison_doc and eurekasims updates.
-RPD: Is it just me, or do you have a lot more "quiet" houses than usual?-
I noticed that too. It's puzzling. *scratches head* Probably because most of the kids are in college at the moment. At least things will never be quiet at your house.
-RPD: Not with the schedule you've got Emmett on, no.-
-D: I suppose this means that this is technically Buford and Griff's birthdays, barring further evidence.-
Probably. I'm not sure about the kind of info we have on those two. I know Griff is 18 in 2015, according to that future paper.
-VD: I wonder -- was there any particular reason for making Biff a year older?-
*shrug* Got me. Maybe the Bobs just felt it worked out best that way. Why is anyone any of the ages they are in the trilogy?
-TD: Star Wars influence, perhaps? Older mentor, younger traveler. . . .-
LOL, that's been around since before Star Wars, you know.
-TD: Yes, but it's an example most people would know.-
Fair enough. It's interesting to ponder these things once in a while. One of these days, I'm going to have to actually get to a Q&A session with the Bobs and see what I can learn.
Anyway, actual productivity today -- did some nice edits to both "V.D." and "Marty In Wonderland," probably have those up soon.
-VD+HD: *toast each other*-
I'm also basically ready to post my three drabbles88. I was going to hold off on the third, but I figure, what the hell, might as well post now. Especially since I continue to drag my feet with the multi-chapter story.
-HD: It can't be that hard. "Marty In Wonderland" was freewritten.-
Yeah, but I had a book to consult with that. Plus, most of my freewrites are comedy, not angst. Comedy's easier to do in that format.
-DW: If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.-
Heh, yeah, I know. I guess it's just a case of buckling down and doing it.
-D: That's the spirit.-
-VD2: So how about those drabble88s?-
Sure thing:
84. Pink
“Ow – oooh – ach – eek--”
“I don’t get it. We both saw you put on sunscreen. Five times. And yet, somehow, you’re neon pink.”
Victor Van Dort winced as his fiancee Victoria Everglot rubbed more balm on him. “Perhaps it was past its expiration date.”
“Or perhaps it has something to do with the fact your village seems to be perpetually in gloom,” Richard “Mad Hatter” Dodgson commented, sipping on some iced tea. “Tell me, does that place get any sun at all?”
“I could ask the same about your Wonderland.”
“Hey, now that Alice has killed the Red Queen, it’s gotten much nicer.”
“I told you to stay under the umbrella, Victor,” Dr. Emmett “Doc” Brown said, shaking his head. “Pale skin like yours is a distinct liability in California.”
“As I’ve found out. But I couldn’t resist exploring a little. At least I got some new sketches of your local insect population. You have some beautiful butterfly species in Hill Valley.”
Victoria looked over at Richard, puzzled. “What I want to know is why he didn’t burn. According to you, he never put on sunscreen at all.”
“Well, clockwork doesn’t really burn, you see,” Richard said, smiling smugly.
“It does rust up, though, doesn’t it?” Doc reminded him.
“I wasn’t expecting it to just start raining like that!”
“I’m guessing your little trip was something of a bust, then,” Victoria said.
“You could say that,” Doc admitted. “Though Victor seemed to have a good time with Marty.”
Victor managed a small smile. “He reminds me a little of Bonejangles. Not sure what to make of his ‘rock and roll,’ though. . . .”
“I liked working in the laboratory,” Richard said. “I created a new hat-making machine, did I tell you?”
“Several times,” Doc said, rolling his eyes. “I’m glad you liked the place, though. I was worried you’d find it too strange.”
“. . . I’m from Wonderland. Do you really think I find anything strange anymore?”
“Heh, good point. So, where do you want to go on our next trip?”
Victor suddenly smiled almost evilly. “You know, my parents and prospective in-laws are always saying they want to meet these ‘drinking buddies’ of mine. . . .”
Otherwise known as "Mad Scientists and Englishmen in the California Sun."
-TTV: *looks at the Docs* *gets own evil smile*-
O.o That looks VERY out of place on you.
-TTV: *dropping it* It feels strange, too.-
Anyway, this came out of the observation that Victor is very pale, and would probably burn to a crisp in direct sunlight.
-OD: *tentacles chatter* Richard makes a good point -- DOES that village of yours get any sun?-
-TTV: Well, you have to take into account, it's England. Rain is a way of life.-
-TD: *frowns* You ARE pale. Even your tongue is grey. You need a color transfusion.-
-TTV: Don't you dare start experimen-ack! *acciddentally strangles self with tie*-
-D: We told you that would happen someday.-
-TTV: *dirty look as he loosens it*-
-VD: *patpat* I understand. She's gotten me sunburnt in a previous one.-
Yeah, but you're a vampire, you have more excuse.
-VD: Even still. Just think of it this way, Victor, Victoria gets to rub cream all over you.-
-TTV: *turns brilliant pink, giggles nervously*-
35. Broken
“Ow! God damn it. . . .”
“Doc, maybe you should--”
“No! I am NOT doing that!”
“But--”
“But nothing!”
“It’s not the end of the world, Doc!”
Doc glared at his best friend. “I am not doing it. I pride myself on being able to get through life without their help.”
“Like I prided myself on not backing down from anything?”
“Your chicken problem is totally different from this.”
“I still think you should just call them! You’re not getting anywhere like this!”
Doc remained silent, staring down at the table. Marty sighed. “You’re scared of them, aren’t you?”
“I am not scared of them. Like I said, I have made it through my entire life without their help. I shouldn’t have to ask for it now.”
Marty began to smile. “Admit it, Doc. You’re a little scared of them.”
Now it was Doc’s turn to sigh. “Well, all right, maybe a bit. It’s not them so much as – well, being frightened of losing what’s most important to me. If I turn to them. . . .”
“Doc, everybody turns to them sometime. It’s a fact of life. It doesn’t make you any less of a person.” Marty picked up the phone and held it out. “Do it, Doc. Call them.”
For a moment, Doc felt betrayed. Then he looked into the teen’s eyes. Marty just wanted what was best for him. He knew that. And, frankly, he was at the end of his rope. He took the phone and dialed. Moments later, he heard a voice. This is it, he thought. No more running away. Just get it over with and get this working. “Hello?
Tech support?”
-Martys: *fall over laughing*-
-Docs: *dirty looks*-
Hehehehehehe. This was inspired by one of my DocBert cartoon summaries on my website. After seeing this month's challenge, I thought it would be a funny twist.
-VD2: The only reason we're that bad about calling tech support is because we're used to BEING tech support.-
-TD: What are we working on, anyway?-
A computer that just won't start up. The original DocBert idea had it in pieces all over your lab.
-HD: *seems torn between annoyance and amusement* I can fix my own inventions, thank you very much. But at least it's humor.-
40. Who?
Lorraine grinned over at Marty. “Great idea. I’d love to park.”
“I figured you would.” Marty leaned back in his seat, enjoying the view. Lorraine Baines had to be the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Granted, he didn’t remember seeing many other girls, but he didn’t care. Lorraine was a girl who had no equal. Man, I’m so glad that I woke up in her house! I mean, finding myself in my underwear was a little off-putting, but she’s really such a great gal! A mischievous smile crossed his face. Wonder what she looks like in her underwear. . . .
As Lorraine snuck a bottle of booze out of her purse, though, Marty again got that strange, niggling feeling that something was wrong. That he shouldn’t be here with Lorraine. That he should be – somewhere else, with someone else. Ugh, he thought. Having amnesia is so annoying! Every time you get comfortable in your new life, something tries to pop up!
Lorraine took a gulp from the bottle, then passed it to Marty. He took a sip as she lit up a cigarette. “So,” she said, smiling seductively, “what do you want to do?”
Marty grinned back, sitting up straight and dismissing that annoying niggle. Who cared about their previous life when they had Lorraine? “You know what I want to do.” She giggled, flicked the cigarette out, and leaned forward. He did the same, and their lips met.
Alarm bells immediately went off in Marty’s head as the niggle came back with heavy reinforcements. He didn’t know why, but every cell in his body was screaming at him, THIS IS WRONG! THIS IS COMPLETELY, UTTERLY WRONG!! STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY! He snapped back from Lorraine, wiping his lips off before he could even think about it.
To his amazement, Lorraine looked much the same way he felt. Well, at least it’s not one-sided. . . . “Oh my God. That – that – I don’t know what it is, but when I kiss you, it’s like I’m kissing – my brother,” she finally stammered, lip curled in disgust.
That described how he felt perfectly. Suddenly, Marty wanted to be anywhere except where he was. “Yeah,” he muttered, not looking at her. “Listen, I’m gonna--” Lorraine just nodded, understanding. Marty opened the door and got out of the car. At least it was the Baines’s, so he didn’t have to worry about stranding her. “I’m sorry,” he added.
“It’s okay.” Lorraine remained sitting there as Marty walked away.
Half an hour later, Marty was sitting in Oak Park, wondering what the hell had happened to ruin his date – when, suddenly, his entire body began to ache. Puzzled, he loosened his clothes, but the ache persisted, rapidly turning into excruciating pain. Marty doubled up, nearly falling off the bench. Oh, God, what’s happening to me? He tried to move, tried to lift his hand –
And, to his horror, discovered he could see right through it.
Moments later, Martin Seamus McFly, son of George McFly and Lorraine Baines, no longer existed.
A FAR more realistic take on that little plot device I've seen used a couple of times -- Marty with amnesia actually going out with Lorraine.
-M: THANK YOU! Jesus Christ, those fics creep me out!-
I know! Look, people, when Lorraine kissed him, she realized something was DAMN wrong with the whole situation. I don't think that reaction would change if Marty lost his memory -- it seemed to be instinctual.
-D: Not to mention the fics are NOT logically consistent. If Lorraine decides to marry Marty, heaven forbid, Marty is automatically erased from existence! Their genes would NOT produce Marty again! Do you realize how lucky he was that his parents gaining better lives for themselves didn't affect his own conception? Essentially, these authors are putting their versions of the BTTF universe in danger of destruction from a paradox!-
Precisely! Destroy the universe, why don't you. . . .
-VM: You know, I'd say something about George probably having a similar reaction--
-MHG: *frantic nodnods*-
-VM: But the slashers don't seem to care if he knows I'm his kid or not, so I suspect I'd be wasting my breath.-
Probably, yeah. Remember people, incest makes baby Marty Jr. cry.
Woo! Updates for the win, am I right?
-DW: It's certainly nice to see.-
-MF: And you were right, I LIKED that last bunny?-
See? I'm not always evil.
Okay, off to fulfill my obligations to Role-Play Doc with
revison_doc and eurekasims updates.-RPD: Is it just me, or do you have a lot more "quiet" houses than usual?-
I noticed that too. It's puzzling. *scratches head* Probably because most of the kids are in college at the moment. At least things will never be quiet at your house.
-RPD: Not with the schedule you've got Emmett on, no.-
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