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crossover_chick) wrote2007-12-23 10:38 pm
crossover_chick) wrote2007-12-23 10:38 pm
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The Sweet Gift of Productivity
Granted, it came a little late in the day, but better late than never, right?
-DW: Exactly!-
-VD2: So I take it you conquered your stuck ideas?-
Indeeden! Finished Moose's fic, and wrote out Gigs's. Finally had an idea.
-HD: Think she'll like it?-
Yeah, but I'm not sure you guys will.
-Docs: o.O?-
Just wait til Tuesday. :p
I also finally came up with something for the Christmas Meme for today:
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“Daddy?”
“Hmm?”
“Why does the ‘Twelve Days of Christmas’ have plumbers in it?”
Doc, blinking, lowered the newspaper to look at his son. “What?”
“Why does the ‘Twelve Days of Christmas’ have plumbers in it?” Marty repeated dutifully.
“I – don’t quite get what you mean,” Doc admitted, setting the paper aside. “There’s no plumbers in the song.”
“Yes there are,” Marty said stubbornly. “Right after the jumping lords.”
“Jumping lords – oh, you mean eleven pipers piping!” Doc laughed. “They’re not plumbers, Marty, they’re musicians. They’re talking about flutists.”
“About what?”
“People who play the flute,” Doc quickly clarified. “Or perhaps the recorder – I’m not sure on the history of the song and the instruments involved.”
“Oh.” Marty looked thoughtful. “How come he needed eleven of them?”
“Because it was the eleventh day of Christmas,” Doc said. “And the true love of the song had to mark the occasion properly.”
“Yeah, but – wouldn’t it get noisy? He already gave her all those birds, and those cows--”
“Cows?”
Marty rolled his eyes. “Eight maid’s a-milking, Daddy.”
“Oh, right, sorry.” Doc grinned. “Well then, maybe all those pipers and the drummers on the last day are to cover up the noise made by the birds and the cows. And the ladies dancing and the lords leaping, come to think of it. They can’t be all that quiet either.”
“Nuh-uh,” Marty agreed, shaking his head. “And they probably make messes to boot.”
Doc chuckled. “Yes, indeed. I think our true love there is a very impractical gift giver.” Doc hoisted Marty onto his lap. “I’m sure he had his heart in the right place, though. It’s the thought that counts.”
Marty nodded. “But I’d still rather have a toy fire truck than a buncha birds and people.”
“I think most of us would.” Doc ruffled Marty’s hair. “Don’t worry, I didn’t get you any birds or people for Christmas.”
“Good.” Marty frowned. “Though, I guess having pipers piping and drummers drumming wouldn’t be too bad. Music’s fun.” He looked at his father. “Do you think we could get some music for Christmas?”
Doc smiled, looking out the corner of his eye at the toy guitar wrapped and waiting under the Christmas tree. “Already taken care of, kiddo.”
“Good!” Marty hugged Doc tight. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, Marty.”
Oh, man, was I stuck on this one! I'd had an idea for a ficlet involving Marty's band, but that one fit "twelve drummers drumming" a lot better. Nobody plays the flute in Marty's band, after all. I thought about cheating and doing something about a cake (with piped icing), but couldn't come up with a story to match. Then, puzzling over it around 8:30 while reading some TV Tropes stuff on Mario from Mario Bros, I had an idea -- plumbers! Initially, I wanted to borrow something from real life and have the hot water run out in the Brown house, but that seemed kind of cruel. So instead I switched to this.
-D: Any particular reason for using the universe where one of us adopted Marty?-
My recent archive trawls of "El Goonish Shive" brought it to mind. I thought it would be cute. Though I suppose a similar scene could be possible with George as well.
-J: I like it -- it's sweet.-
Aw, thanks. For those of you not in the know, the previous entry in the "Doc Adopts Marty" verse is here in the Drabbles88.
-MF: *curious* Any thoughts on writing that out seriously?-
Occasionally. Though, as Geno pointed out, the backstory would really have to be tweaked out. Legal complications, don't ya know.
-HD: Bah, laws. Down with them!-
-WRM: I dunno, Doc. Some of the laws help hold our Queen in check.-
-HD: Ergh, good point.-
Heh. Well, if I ever do try it, I'll make sure to try and make it plausible. For now, you'll have to be content with shortfic.
Also, YouTube trawling was productive, though not in the way I anticipated. The Muppet Christmas Carol isn't up in it's entirety -- however, the Blackadder one is. If you need a funny and somewhat caustic break from the season, I can highly recommend it. Blackadder rocks socks anyhow.
And now, I must retire, as work calls me in early tomorrow. (And us without hot water -- I have no idea how to handle the bathing situation. Just wash my hair?)
-TD: Don't worry, folks, they're getting a new electric hot water heater tomorrow.-
Which you're forbidden to fool around with.
-VDM: I think he'll be content just watching for now.-
-TD: Electricity!-
-DW: Exactly!-
-VD2: So I take it you conquered your stuck ideas?-
Indeeden! Finished Moose's fic, and wrote out Gigs's. Finally had an idea.
-HD: Think she'll like it?-
Yeah, but I'm not sure you guys will.
-Docs: o.O?-
Just wait til Tuesday. :p
I also finally came up with something for the Christmas Meme for today:
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“Daddy?”
“Hmm?”
“Why does the ‘Twelve Days of Christmas’ have plumbers in it?”
Doc, blinking, lowered the newspaper to look at his son. “What?”
“Why does the ‘Twelve Days of Christmas’ have plumbers in it?” Marty repeated dutifully.
“I – don’t quite get what you mean,” Doc admitted, setting the paper aside. “There’s no plumbers in the song.”
“Yes there are,” Marty said stubbornly. “Right after the jumping lords.”
“Jumping lords – oh, you mean eleven pipers piping!” Doc laughed. “They’re not plumbers, Marty, they’re musicians. They’re talking about flutists.”
“About what?”
“People who play the flute,” Doc quickly clarified. “Or perhaps the recorder – I’m not sure on the history of the song and the instruments involved.”
“Oh.” Marty looked thoughtful. “How come he needed eleven of them?”
“Because it was the eleventh day of Christmas,” Doc said. “And the true love of the song had to mark the occasion properly.”
“Yeah, but – wouldn’t it get noisy? He already gave her all those birds, and those cows--”
“Cows?”
Marty rolled his eyes. “Eight maid’s a-milking, Daddy.”
“Oh, right, sorry.” Doc grinned. “Well then, maybe all those pipers and the drummers on the last day are to cover up the noise made by the birds and the cows. And the ladies dancing and the lords leaping, come to think of it. They can’t be all that quiet either.”
“Nuh-uh,” Marty agreed, shaking his head. “And they probably make messes to boot.”
Doc chuckled. “Yes, indeed. I think our true love there is a very impractical gift giver.” Doc hoisted Marty onto his lap. “I’m sure he had his heart in the right place, though. It’s the thought that counts.”
Marty nodded. “But I’d still rather have a toy fire truck than a buncha birds and people.”
“I think most of us would.” Doc ruffled Marty’s hair. “Don’t worry, I didn’t get you any birds or people for Christmas.”
“Good.” Marty frowned. “Though, I guess having pipers piping and drummers drumming wouldn’t be too bad. Music’s fun.” He looked at his father. “Do you think we could get some music for Christmas?”
Doc smiled, looking out the corner of his eye at the toy guitar wrapped and waiting under the Christmas tree. “Already taken care of, kiddo.”
“Good!” Marty hugged Doc tight. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, Marty.”
Oh, man, was I stuck on this one! I'd had an idea for a ficlet involving Marty's band, but that one fit "twelve drummers drumming" a lot better. Nobody plays the flute in Marty's band, after all. I thought about cheating and doing something about a cake (with piped icing), but couldn't come up with a story to match. Then, puzzling over it around 8:30 while reading some TV Tropes stuff on Mario from Mario Bros, I had an idea -- plumbers! Initially, I wanted to borrow something from real life and have the hot water run out in the Brown house, but that seemed kind of cruel. So instead I switched to this.
-D: Any particular reason for using the universe where one of us adopted Marty?-
My recent archive trawls of "El Goonish Shive" brought it to mind. I thought it would be cute. Though I suppose a similar scene could be possible with George as well.
-J: I like it -- it's sweet.-
Aw, thanks. For those of you not in the know, the previous entry in the "Doc Adopts Marty" verse is here in the Drabbles88.
-MF: *curious* Any thoughts on writing that out seriously?-
Occasionally. Though, as Geno pointed out, the backstory would really have to be tweaked out. Legal complications, don't ya know.
-HD: Bah, laws. Down with them!-
-WRM: I dunno, Doc. Some of the laws help hold our Queen in check.-
-HD: Ergh, good point.-
Heh. Well, if I ever do try it, I'll make sure to try and make it plausible. For now, you'll have to be content with shortfic.
Also, YouTube trawling was productive, though not in the way I anticipated. The Muppet Christmas Carol isn't up in it's entirety -- however, the Blackadder one is. If you need a funny and somewhat caustic break from the season, I can highly recommend it. Blackadder rocks socks anyhow.
And now, I must retire, as work calls me in early tomorrow. (And us without hot water -- I have no idea how to handle the bathing situation. Just wash my hair?)
-TD: Don't worry, folks, they're getting a new electric hot water heater tomorrow.-
Which you're forbidden to fool around with.
-VDM: I think he'll be content just watching for now.-
-TD: Electricity!-