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Jo called. She was building an Ikea bookshelf. amazing Sweden, an entire country built with only one tool. As they said on 3rd Rock from the Sun. it's possible I won't know what to do with her once she's here. It's possible I'm less impressive on my home turf. It's possible my accent isn't so charming after all. It's possible I'm really not a very good writer.
or it's possible we'll both get Canadian citizenship and elope. It's possible George and I will go roadtripping and never come back. It's possible I'll make it to LA for my birthday, and stay there, because Sarah's got me theatre tickets and Jo's traveling out then too.
It's possible this is the planet of the apes.
Which I liked, actually. I did. I'd dreamed about it the night before, and that helped, a horrifying dream where I'd landed in my pod and I was cold and alone, the only human for miles, and no way home. See, because I'd seen the original. I knew the ending. Even in my dream, locked up by the royal breed of monkeys, I knew how it was gonna end.
Because torch recommended it, I read Hawkeye/Trapper slash yesterday. Made Jo do it too. And we agreed, over an allen wrench and half a bookcase, that the dialogue was sharp but we didn't buy the plot, we couldn't, we know these men too well. We know how Hawkeye'd respond to that situation. Not that way. He would never let anyone make him happy, said Jo. He doesn't know how to be happy. He would never let himself be gay, said me. He's in the army, it's the 50s. and some things are meant to have serious existential ramifications. this was. This didn't.
Of course, it made me rethink any other sort of slash. maybe we're working our boys too hard. Maybe we're crying wolf. And then when you find yourself in the army, in the 50s, it's just second nature.
I said I might have to write MASH slash myself, to see how it's really done. Punk warned me not to. she's probably right.
some days you wake up in the army. Some days it's the enemy.
It's possible I'll write tonight, because Jo said I could. It's possible I'll find Punk and she'll help. It's possible I'll sit here, and think about my strange fascination for war.
MZ said once that getting married is something that happens to you. When he was going to marry JS and didn't tell me, he said this. "It's very useful, if there's a war," he said.
I didn't think that way then.
I might now.
I thought I'd stop dreaming about the apocalypse when the year 2000 came around. I did. Now I just dream about war.
or it's possible we'll both get Canadian citizenship and elope. It's possible George and I will go roadtripping and never come back. It's possible I'll make it to LA for my birthday, and stay there, because Sarah's got me theatre tickets and Jo's traveling out then too.
It's possible this is the planet of the apes.
Which I liked, actually. I did. I'd dreamed about it the night before, and that helped, a horrifying dream where I'd landed in my pod and I was cold and alone, the only human for miles, and no way home. See, because I'd seen the original. I knew the ending. Even in my dream, locked up by the royal breed of monkeys, I knew how it was gonna end.
Because torch recommended it, I read Hawkeye/Trapper slash yesterday. Made Jo do it too. And we agreed, over an allen wrench and half a bookcase, that the dialogue was sharp but we didn't buy the plot, we couldn't, we know these men too well. We know how Hawkeye'd respond to that situation. Not that way. He would never let anyone make him happy, said Jo. He doesn't know how to be happy. He would never let himself be gay, said me. He's in the army, it's the 50s. and some things are meant to have serious existential ramifications. this was. This didn't.
Of course, it made me rethink any other sort of slash. maybe we're working our boys too hard. Maybe we're crying wolf. And then when you find yourself in the army, in the 50s, it's just second nature.
I said I might have to write MASH slash myself, to see how it's really done. Punk warned me not to. she's probably right.
some days you wake up in the army. Some days it's the enemy.
It's possible I'll write tonight, because Jo said I could. It's possible I'll find Punk and she'll help. It's possible I'll sit here, and think about my strange fascination for war.
MZ said once that getting married is something that happens to you. When he was going to marry JS and didn't tell me, he said this. "It's very useful, if there's a war," he said.
I didn't think that way then.
I might now.
I thought I'd stop dreaming about the apocalypse when the year 2000 came around. I did. Now I just dream about war.
