Memo to myself:

On a day in which one intends to volunteer at one's child's grade 2 classroom, one should take care to not wear t-shirts that say "Canada: A Nation of pot-smoking, homo-loving peaceniks", or "[McDonald's-style golden arches]arijuana: ten million stoned", or "Ozzy Osbourne: Prince of F***ing Darkness".

That is all.

of boys and fic and bones and kings and fic again

Need to find stuff to do with Justin in the afternoon. Because we're alone for three hours before Daniel comes home, and there's really only so much reading I can do.

I think I'll plan walks and stuff. Otherwise I end up drifting to the computer room and the afternoon kinda drags. Part of the problem is that we have painters coming in to do estimates on the house, so we can't just take off for a walk in the forest. Rather confining, that.

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Innerezding stuff re. explicit sex scenes in fic, both reading and writing. I particularly giggled at the "if I start laughing in the middle of a sex scene that isn't supposed to be funny" part, as I'm sure all of us have done so at one point or another.

To me, another sure sign that a sex scene has gone awry is the reader tilting their head to the side, getting a faraway look in their eyes and moving their hands around vaguely as though trying to figure out exactly what is going on. "Um... well if he's got his... and her left... um, and then he's over on top of her right- wait a minute. ::pause:: No, hang on, he's got his-"

I'm with y'all on the Euphemism Squick too. My personal fave is "moist inviting well." Mostly because it makes me think of a well. With a pail, on a rope. You know, Laura Ingalls and all that. Not hot at all.

Oh, and the gratuitous spillage of body fluids? Nothing against bodily fluids, we're all here because of them, and they're all part of the joyful glorious yadda yadda, but they are not nectar, ambrosia, love-potion, etc etc. As SITC's Miranda once said, "It's not quite a trip to Baskin Robbins". Anything that rhapsodizes over them a lot is just a little weird, IMHO.

Does anybody remember reading CiCi's Top Ten Squicks of Slash/Het? I believe it was CiCi, anyway (X-Files writer). I wish I had them somewhere.

( Here's all I remember of them, sadly: )

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The boys decided they really, really like the song "Dry Bones" when we tap body parts as the song goes up and down the body. I decided that I'm really glad I finally looked up the story of Ezekiel in the Bible, because it's bugged me to no end to not know what the song referred to.

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Speaking of the Bible, who can

1. Name the Three Kings
   
2. Name the gifts they brought to Jesus
   
3. Name where the Kings came from
   
4. Identify which King is which (ie, the names of the Old Guy, the Black Guy, and the Other Guy)
   
5. Identify which King brought which gift?

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Today's fic quotes:

Lovely talking to you, Granger, let’s not do it again and keep the memory pure, hmm?

and

There's nothing like a good sycophant for the self-esteem. Everyone likes unadulterated worship, right?

Mystery Science Theatre 3000

It's so weird when big mysteries are solved. I remember when the Titanic still hadn't been found, and the Shroud of Turin was still thought to be genuine. And Woodward & Bernstein's Deep Throat had never been named.

Oh, wait - that last was yesterday.

I wonder if they'll ever find the Lindberg baby. Or JFK's brain. Or Jimmy Hoffa. Although I think Dennis Miller make a joke a while ago, how somebody had scrubbed Tammy Faye Baker's face and found Hoffa, and I have to say, I don't think that's so terribly unlikely. You be the judge: