"Your Friend In Time, Doc"
Nov. 13th, 2007 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickWhew, back to stuff I can reasonably summarize. Today opens on a lovely montage of our two heroes sound asleep. I would say I can hear the fangirls squeeing from here, but I really can't because I'm one of them. ;) Doc wakes to the sound of Howdy Doody and somehow misses seeing Marty sleeping not a foot away. Seriously, this amazes me. He even kicks the hoverboard out from under Marty's feet, but does not see Marty. Talk about single-minded! Anyway, he goes off into a lovely little speech about the DeLorean, wrapping up with dismissing Marty as a hallucination.
Naturally, this is when Marty comes up behind him and proves he is not. Doc does an absolutely hilarious screaming sequence, before deciding he's still going to try and believe Marty's just a hallucination. Marty manages to convince him he's really there with the physical evidence of the letter. Said letter tells us Doc's stuck in 1885, the DeLorean's time circuits have gone kaput, Doc couldn't fix them because suitable replacement parts weren't invented yet, he's sealed up the DeLorean for his younger self and Marty to find, and that Marty is to go straight home and not get Doc. Really, Doc, did you ever honestly think there was a chance in Hell of the latter happening? After some mushiness, Doc locates the tunnel and decides, time to play with explosives.
Work SUCKED. I mean, practically everybody and their brother came in between two and four that afternoon with crap. Not to mention I get to come in an hour earlier tomorrow since my main coworker has to go and work in the other store all day. It's days like this that make me want to go to the boss and tell him, in no uncertain terms, "Hire me help -- or hire my replacement."
So, yeah, off the chat scene because of that. Also really not in a writing mood, though I made progress this morning on "When Worlds Collide -- Really Collide." Word count:
My mini-goal is to hit 25,000 by the 15th -- half the project for half the month -- though I'm not sure it'll come to frutition with times like this. Hopefully I can push myself to write a bit more tonight. Also managed a page and a half on "Corpse Mask," which was a miracle considering the work I had to do.
Ugh. Tired.
Naturally, this is when Marty comes up behind him and proves he is not. Doc does an absolutely hilarious screaming sequence, before deciding he's still going to try and believe Marty's just a hallucination. Marty manages to convince him he's really there with the physical evidence of the letter. Said letter tells us Doc's stuck in 1885, the DeLorean's time circuits have gone kaput, Doc couldn't fix them because suitable replacement parts weren't invented yet, he's sealed up the DeLorean for his younger self and Marty to find, and that Marty is to go straight home and not get Doc. Really, Doc, did you ever honestly think there was a chance in Hell of the latter happening? After some mushiness, Doc locates the tunnel and decides, time to play with explosives.
Work SUCKED. I mean, practically everybody and their brother came in between two and four that afternoon with crap. Not to mention I get to come in an hour earlier tomorrow since my main coworker has to go and work in the other store all day. It's days like this that make me want to go to the boss and tell him, in no uncertain terms, "Hire me help -- or hire my replacement."
So, yeah, off the chat scene because of that. Also really not in a writing mood, though I made progress this morning on "When Worlds Collide -- Really Collide." Word count:
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21,375 / 50,000 (42.8%) |
My mini-goal is to hit 25,000 by the 15th -- half the project for half the month -- though I'm not sure it'll come to frutition with times like this. Hopefully I can push myself to write a bit more tonight. Also managed a page and a half on "Corpse Mask," which was a miracle considering the work I had to do.
Ugh. Tired.
