Feeling Better, Thank You
Dec. 22nd, 2009 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickWhatever I had seems to have worked its way through my system. Honestly, NO fricking clue what triggered that. None.
-TD: So long as it's over with. Would have been awful to be sick on Christmas.-
Yeah, bad enough my period's probably going to last that long. Anyway, felt well enough to proceed with the Inkwell Christmas Party! Nothing too special, just friends hanging out and having some food. And pulling Christmas crackers, if they so choose.
-VD: Sounds nice.-
-RPD: Though it reminds me, Steve & Gary need to make a Nexus appearance.-
I'm half-tempted to put them in the Mistletoe LOL, of all places. Rest assured they'll be seen before the month is out, though.
Anyway, more Christmas Fic is on its way:
The Tenth Thing of Christmas that’s such a pain to me:
Batteries Not Included
“Excuse me, sir?”
The salesman turned to face Jennifer. “Yes, miss?”
“I’m looking for a good gift for my boyfriend, but I’m not sure exactly what to get,” Jennifer admitted. “Perhaps you could help me?”
“Oh, of course! What sort of things does he like?”
“Well, he loves to play guitar. I was thinking of getting him some new strings and a pick, but--”
“But it doesn’t seem like enough?” Jennifer shook her head. “Well then! How about a new guitar altogether? We have a lovely model here.” He led her over to a brilliant red guitar, propped up in a little stand. “All hand-carved from rosewood and red cedar, hand-painted, and constructed with an eye to creating the best tone possible.”
“Wow,” Jennifer said, impressed. “It sounds wonderful. Marty would probably love it.”
“If he’s a true musician, he will weep at the sight of this fine instrument!”
“Uh, I don’t know about that. . . .” Jennifer gently ran a hand along the curve of the body. “It does look beautiful, though.”
Then she noticed something – off. “Wait a minute. Where are the strings?”
“Oh, it doesn’t come with strings.”
“. . .What?”
“Strings are extra.”
“. . .Why?”
“Well, you can’t use just any strings on such a wonderful guitar!” the salesman said, giving her a rather condescending look. “You have to use the finest metal filaments known to man!”
Jennifer rolled her eyes. “But what’s the point of selling a guitar without strings?”
“But this is the finest guitar in town! In the country, I’d wager! You can still admire the craftmanship without strings!”
“. . .I’m getting him a pack of strings and a pick. Maybe I can throw in some sheet music, too. . .”
-M: Hey, a new pack of strings and a pick sounds like a great present to me.-
-J: Glad to hear it.-
:) This was another one that gave me trouble. I made the mistake of focusing on the actual lyric at first and wondering how the hell I was going to work batteries into this. (They have portable electrical generators, if necessary, but it's not really the same thing.) Finally I decided to focus more on the general complaint behind the lyric -- you buy a great gift, only to discover something vital missing -- then just turned up the goofiness factor. I picked Jennifer buying Marty a present pretty much at random. Funny -- it appears Victor, Alice, and Jennifer all get "solo" stories, but Doc and Marty don't. Don't know how it turned out like that. Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this one once I figured it out. My favorite line is “If he’s a true musician, he will weep at the sight of this fine instrument!”
-TTV: I must say, I've never wept over a piano. I like them a lot, but I've never cried.-
-VuM: Yeah, same with me and guitars.-
Can you think of any situation where you would?
-TTV: *considers* Perhaps if I saw one getting smashed right in front of me. I don't know if I'd truly weep, but I probably would get a bit misty-eyed.-
-VuM: Yeah, the bands that destroyed their instruments at the end of shows always kind of bugged me.-
*nodnod* Not much else to say here, though I did change the filaments from "steel" to "metal," simply because the former sounded just a bit too 20th century for the era of "The Tale." Of course, I bet if I look it up on Wikipedia, it'll have been known for longer than I thought, and this was an unnecessary change.
-M2: Yeah, but how long has it been used in guitar strings?-
Ooo, point.
Anyway, I have a comment from John The First to get to. But first, I have to admit, I'm a little stuck on some Christmas fic I'm writing. I've got three ready, but --![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
martyfan and bttfbabe, any requests? I hate to say it, but I'm drawing a blank. >.>;
-TD: So long as it's over with. Would have been awful to be sick on Christmas.-
Yeah, bad enough my period's probably going to last that long. Anyway, felt well enough to proceed with the Inkwell Christmas Party! Nothing too special, just friends hanging out and having some food. And pulling Christmas crackers, if they so choose.
-VD: Sounds nice.-
-RPD: Though it reminds me, Steve & Gary need to make a Nexus appearance.-
I'm half-tempted to put them in the Mistletoe LOL, of all places. Rest assured they'll be seen before the month is out, though.
Anyway, more Christmas Fic is on its way:
The Tenth Thing of Christmas that’s such a pain to me:
Batteries Not Included
“Excuse me, sir?”
The salesman turned to face Jennifer. “Yes, miss?”
“I’m looking for a good gift for my boyfriend, but I’m not sure exactly what to get,” Jennifer admitted. “Perhaps you could help me?”
“Oh, of course! What sort of things does he like?”
“Well, he loves to play guitar. I was thinking of getting him some new strings and a pick, but--”
“But it doesn’t seem like enough?” Jennifer shook her head. “Well then! How about a new guitar altogether? We have a lovely model here.” He led her over to a brilliant red guitar, propped up in a little stand. “All hand-carved from rosewood and red cedar, hand-painted, and constructed with an eye to creating the best tone possible.”
“Wow,” Jennifer said, impressed. “It sounds wonderful. Marty would probably love it.”
“If he’s a true musician, he will weep at the sight of this fine instrument!”
“Uh, I don’t know about that. . . .” Jennifer gently ran a hand along the curve of the body. “It does look beautiful, though.”
Then she noticed something – off. “Wait a minute. Where are the strings?”
“Oh, it doesn’t come with strings.”
“. . .What?”
“Strings are extra.”
“. . .Why?”
“Well, you can’t use just any strings on such a wonderful guitar!” the salesman said, giving her a rather condescending look. “You have to use the finest metal filaments known to man!”
Jennifer rolled her eyes. “But what’s the point of selling a guitar without strings?”
“But this is the finest guitar in town! In the country, I’d wager! You can still admire the craftmanship without strings!”
“. . .I’m getting him a pack of strings and a pick. Maybe I can throw in some sheet music, too. . .”
-M: Hey, a new pack of strings and a pick sounds like a great present to me.-
-J: Glad to hear it.-
:) This was another one that gave me trouble. I made the mistake of focusing on the actual lyric at first and wondering how the hell I was going to work batteries into this. (They have portable electrical generators, if necessary, but it's not really the same thing.) Finally I decided to focus more on the general complaint behind the lyric -- you buy a great gift, only to discover something vital missing -- then just turned up the goofiness factor. I picked Jennifer buying Marty a present pretty much at random. Funny -- it appears Victor, Alice, and Jennifer all get "solo" stories, but Doc and Marty don't. Don't know how it turned out like that. Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this one once I figured it out. My favorite line is “If he’s a true musician, he will weep at the sight of this fine instrument!”
-TTV: I must say, I've never wept over a piano. I like them a lot, but I've never cried.-
-VuM: Yeah, same with me and guitars.-
Can you think of any situation where you would?
-TTV: *considers* Perhaps if I saw one getting smashed right in front of me. I don't know if I'd truly weep, but I probably would get a bit misty-eyed.-
-VuM: Yeah, the bands that destroyed their instruments at the end of shows always kind of bugged me.-
*nodnod* Not much else to say here, though I did change the filaments from "steel" to "metal," simply because the former sounded just a bit too 20th century for the era of "The Tale." Of course, I bet if I look it up on Wikipedia, it'll have been known for longer than I thought, and this was an unnecessary change.
-M2: Yeah, but how long has it been used in guitar strings?-
Ooo, point.
Anyway, I have a comment from John The First to get to. But first, I have to admit, I'm a little stuck on some Christmas fic I'm writing. I've got three ready, but --
martyfan and bttfbabe, any requests? I hate to say it, but I'm drawing a blank. >.>;
