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crossover_chickSleepy. This is a common theme for me nowadays.
-RPD: You really have to start trying for eight hours sleep instead of seven or so.-
I know, but there's stuff to be done. Fic to write and all that.
-VD: Yes, but you don't write fic. You just stare at whatever interests you on the computer.-
Sometimes that's fic! Cut me a break, I'm actually making decent progress on the Christmas Meme. And Ael's fic is coming along pretty nicely.
-VD2: True enough. However, Moose and Gigs need their fics too.-
Yeah, yeah, I know. Must start on those tomorrow. I still have about a week.
Speaking of which, I notice the Martys aren't around -- on light duty?
-TD: *grumble* They're following your instructions to the letter.-
Good. :)
-DW: We've already treated two of them for electrical burns.-
. . . Not so good. Maybe we should bring in professionals.
-D: And admit we can't hang our own Christmas lights?-
Well, we can't.
-D: That doesn't mean we have to admit it.-
-TD: Come on, Victoria -- you didn't ban us from the Christmas TREE lights!-
I could watch you closely on that count! And you still tried to improve, admit it.
-TD: What kind of a Mad Scientist would I be if I didn't?-
-VD2: Please, Victoria. I'm worried one of the Martys will fall and get hurt.-
Okay, fine. But supervision only!
-HD: I'll get the tea and cocoa ready!-
Holidays become more of a project every year with this group, I swear.
-TTV: Yes, but that's what makes it fun.-
Heh, I suppose. Incidentally, I'm already up to three pages in "Corpse Mask."
-TTV: Lovely!-
-OD: What about "Cinder-Marty?"-
Two and a half -- last-minute customers prevented me from going to three. Hmph. I did manage to edit in the BTTF TAS Christmas episode into TV Tropes -- check out the Christmas Carol page. :D
-J: Ever think of actually getting a handle over there?-
I'm content with being a drive-by editor.
And now, the Christmas Meme of the Day:
On the Sixth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“Goose? You’re actually having goose for Christmas?”
Doc glanced over at Marty. The pair were in Doc’s time travel lab, doing a little minor maintenance on the train. “Yes, why not? Goose is a perfectly acceptable edible fowl, isn’t it?”
“I guess – I’ve just never heard of anyone eating goose before who wasn’t living in a Dickens book.”
Doc chuckled. “I’ll give you that. We’ve had it before, actually – Clara cooked it up a few times for our Christmases back in the past. It’s quite good.”
“Taste like chicken?” Marty said, half-joking.
“Not really, no. Ever have duck?”
“Can’t say I have. The most exotic thing I’ve ever had was rabbit, and that’s only because I was stuck with you in the Old West for a week.”
“Hmmm, yes. Well, you’re welcome to stop by and try some. They’re big birds, so we’ll have plenty of leftovers.” Doc licked his lips. “And you have to try Clara’s potatoes. She makes them with the fat drippings she gets off the bird, and – well, they’re near-impossible to describe.”
“Maybe I will. You’ve got me curious. And that rabbit didn’t taste bad, so why not?” Marty smirked over at Doc. “Is it nice to have somebody that’s able to cook around?”
“I can cook! You’ve praised my pancakes. I may even have it on tape somewhere.”
“Heh, yeah, but I also saw all those Burger King wrappers around your old place. You didn’t cook often, Doc.”
“I cooked often enough. Burger King was merely a convenience for those days when I was working hard on a project and didn’t have the time nor the inclination to make a real meal.”
“Doc, that’s practically every day with you.”
Doc gave him a look. “Don’t start. You loved that place just as much as me.”
“They make good fries, what can I say.” Marty leaned back. “Still, nice to have real food every once in a while, right?”
“Yes, I can’t say it isn’t.” Doc smiled over at Marty. “So, going to come over and sample the goose?”
“Sure. Though what I’m really interested in is dessert.”
“Trust me – she will not disappoint. Can you hand me that wrench over there?”
-AJ: . . . Goose?-
I'm rereading "A Christmas Carol" to get into a festive mood, and I remembered the Crachit family had goose for their meal. The rest just went from there, with a little help from Wikipedia. Obviously a Trilogy story, of course.
-Docs: *odd expressions*-
What?
-HD: Um -- well -- you make it sound so good --
*laugh* I don't see why we can't have goose for Christmas. Frankly, now I want to know what it tastes like myself.
-D: Probably like most poultry.-
*shrug*
-DW: Incidentally, what's the obsession between us and pancakes?-
Damned if I know. I just like pancakes.
Okay, I'm following the boys out to make sure nothing goes wrong with this lights situation.
-TD: Maybe we should call Narbonic or Changeling --
NO!
-RPD: You really have to start trying for eight hours sleep instead of seven or so.-
I know, but there's stuff to be done. Fic to write and all that.
-VD: Yes, but you don't write fic. You just stare at whatever interests you on the computer.-
Sometimes that's fic! Cut me a break, I'm actually making decent progress on the Christmas Meme. And Ael's fic is coming along pretty nicely.
-VD2: True enough. However, Moose and Gigs need their fics too.-
Yeah, yeah, I know. Must start on those tomorrow. I still have about a week.
Speaking of which, I notice the Martys aren't around -- on light duty?
-TD: *grumble* They're following your instructions to the letter.-
Good. :)
-DW: We've already treated two of them for electrical burns.-
. . . Not so good. Maybe we should bring in professionals.
-D: And admit we can't hang our own Christmas lights?-
Well, we can't.
-D: That doesn't mean we have to admit it.-
-TD: Come on, Victoria -- you didn't ban us from the Christmas TREE lights!-
I could watch you closely on that count! And you still tried to improve, admit it.
-TD: What kind of a Mad Scientist would I be if I didn't?-
-VD2: Please, Victoria. I'm worried one of the Martys will fall and get hurt.-
Okay, fine. But supervision only!
-HD: I'll get the tea and cocoa ready!-
Holidays become more of a project every year with this group, I swear.
-TTV: Yes, but that's what makes it fun.-
Heh, I suppose. Incidentally, I'm already up to three pages in "Corpse Mask."
-TTV: Lovely!-
-OD: What about "Cinder-Marty?"-
Two and a half -- last-minute customers prevented me from going to three. Hmph. I did manage to edit in the BTTF TAS Christmas episode into TV Tropes -- check out the Christmas Carol page. :D
-J: Ever think of actually getting a handle over there?-
I'm content with being a drive-by editor.
And now, the Christmas Meme of the Day:
On the Sixth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“Goose? You’re actually having goose for Christmas?”
Doc glanced over at Marty. The pair were in Doc’s time travel lab, doing a little minor maintenance on the train. “Yes, why not? Goose is a perfectly acceptable edible fowl, isn’t it?”
“I guess – I’ve just never heard of anyone eating goose before who wasn’t living in a Dickens book.”
Doc chuckled. “I’ll give you that. We’ve had it before, actually – Clara cooked it up a few times for our Christmases back in the past. It’s quite good.”
“Taste like chicken?” Marty said, half-joking.
“Not really, no. Ever have duck?”
“Can’t say I have. The most exotic thing I’ve ever had was rabbit, and that’s only because I was stuck with you in the Old West for a week.”
“Hmmm, yes. Well, you’re welcome to stop by and try some. They’re big birds, so we’ll have plenty of leftovers.” Doc licked his lips. “And you have to try Clara’s potatoes. She makes them with the fat drippings she gets off the bird, and – well, they’re near-impossible to describe.”
“Maybe I will. You’ve got me curious. And that rabbit didn’t taste bad, so why not?” Marty smirked over at Doc. “Is it nice to have somebody that’s able to cook around?”
“I can cook! You’ve praised my pancakes. I may even have it on tape somewhere.”
“Heh, yeah, but I also saw all those Burger King wrappers around your old place. You didn’t cook often, Doc.”
“I cooked often enough. Burger King was merely a convenience for those days when I was working hard on a project and didn’t have the time nor the inclination to make a real meal.”
“Doc, that’s practically every day with you.”
Doc gave him a look. “Don’t start. You loved that place just as much as me.”
“They make good fries, what can I say.” Marty leaned back. “Still, nice to have real food every once in a while, right?”
“Yes, I can’t say it isn’t.” Doc smiled over at Marty. “So, going to come over and sample the goose?”
“Sure. Though what I’m really interested in is dessert.”
“Trust me – she will not disappoint. Can you hand me that wrench over there?”
-AJ: . . . Goose?-
I'm rereading "A Christmas Carol" to get into a festive mood, and I remembered the Crachit family had goose for their meal. The rest just went from there, with a little help from Wikipedia. Obviously a Trilogy story, of course.
-Docs: *odd expressions*-
What?
-HD: Um -- well -- you make it sound so good --
*laugh* I don't see why we can't have goose for Christmas. Frankly, now I want to know what it tastes like myself.
-D: Probably like most poultry.-
*shrug*
-DW: Incidentally, what's the obsession between us and pancakes?-
Damned if I know. I just like pancakes.
Okay, I'm following the boys out to make sure nothing goes wrong with this lights situation.
-TD: Maybe we should call Narbonic or Changeling --
NO!
