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May. 19th, 2005 12:35 amDaniel swam up from Beavers to Cub today. And we registered Justin for Beavers next September.
My boys. They're so big.
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Volunteering in Justin's class tomorrow, then going to Guy's to mow his lawn.
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Painter-dude coming in tomorrow to take a look at our house and give us an estimate. It'll be odd to have walls with no peeling patches, crayon scribbling, or toy-hammer-induced-pockmarks. It'll be like we're grown-ups or something.
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You know, it's odd, I can never decide which is funnier: well-written on-purpose badfic, or the accidental kind. On-purpose provides more consistent laughs per paragraph, but the accidental kind has the same charm as improv: the beauty of spontaneity. Plus, of course, there's the horror factor. I may still cringe at Alisia D. Crede's "ravished Lennie's mouth with his tongue" and "roiling sea of orgasmic bliss", but the painful beauty of the phrase "the proof of his desire rising through the steam" is just that much more acute because it was actually meant to be arousing.
My boys. They're so big.
Volunteering in Justin's class tomorrow, then going to Guy's to mow his lawn.
Painter-dude coming in tomorrow to take a look at our house and give us an estimate. It'll be odd to have walls with no peeling patches, crayon scribbling, or toy-hammer-induced-pockmarks. It'll be like we're grown-ups or something.
You know, it's odd, I can never decide which is funnier: well-written on-purpose badfic, or the accidental kind. On-purpose provides more consistent laughs per paragraph, but the accidental kind has the same charm as improv: the beauty of spontaneity. Plus, of course, there's the horror factor. I may still cringe at Alisia D. Crede's "ravished Lennie's mouth with his tongue" and "roiling sea of orgasmic bliss", but the painful beauty of the phrase "the proof of his desire rising through the steam" is just that much more acute because it was actually meant to be arousing.