You are in a maze of twisty little passages,

I will see New Moon when I get a DVD bootleg or it comes to the $3 bargain theater. Twilight was so bad, I regretted the $3 spent, but it was WAY better than the book Twilight. However, I seriously doubt the movies could EVER be as bad as the books. Stephanie Meyers is a terrible writer. So I'm cheered to hear from critics that New Moon, the movie, is not as bad as Twilight, the movie, which was not good, although it was still way better than the book.

I can't believe Writer's Block is asking about this, but since they asked...

"It was seventy five degrees..." "I was wearing..." "It was in this town..." "I was a little worried about..." "I was suspicious..." I was, I was, I was... this is seriously the worst writing in first person passive I have ever read. Do they have Darwin awards for bad writing that wasn't intentionally bad? Because, if so, Stephanie Meyer should get first place. How about some action verbs in there? "I wore" instead of "I was wearing"; "In this town," instead of "It was in this town"; "I worried" instead of "I was a little worried"; "I asked suspiciously" instead of "I was suspicious" -- come on, this isn't even Fiction Writing 101 quality. If she submitted this for a paper in college she would (and should) get a C or D.

Charlaine Harris (Southern Vampire series, the novels behind HBO's True Blood) is WAY MORE COMPETENT a vampire writer than Meyer. Anne Rice is way, WAY more competent than Meyer (although, imo, her first was her best: Interview With The Vampire really has no competition; it's prose may be a bit florid, but the entire thing is written so grippingly and descriptively, it's like an opium hallucination or fever dream.

When I finished Twilight -- and it was an impossible chore; I had to struggle because the prose is so stagnant and stultifyingly boring with it's constant first-person-passive construction -- I realized that now a thousand typing monkeys could get a multi-book publishing deal, too. Because if Stephanie Meyers could on the basis of the novel Twilight, then a thousand monkeys typing at typewriters (or computers, now) certainly can.

Go for Charlaine Harris. Or Anne Rice. Even Laurell K. Hamilton's stuff is better than Meyer (and Hamilton has gotten unbelievably shlocky; the first few Anita Blake vampire-slayer novels were the best, imo, although the last several were the porniest) -- and that's not saying much.

See what *real* vampire writers can do with the story, how their prose and plots pull you in and drag you with, rather than boring you to death and putting you off.

Seriously, I am not seeing New Moon in the theaters unless it's a bargain theater long after New Moon has burnt out at the box office. I don't think I can stomach the fanbase in a first run theater, and I most certainly am not paying $10.00 for a full price movie ticket to go see it. Even naked male abs in the rain, repeatedly, isn't really worth the $10 when I can see that (and so much more) on the Internet, for free.

The title pretty much says it all. I have been traveling nonstop since 10/18, driving every day, changing locations almost every day (with the exception of 2 days spent in Couer D'Alene, ID and now I will spend a 2nd day in Issaquah, WA before moving on to Port Angeles, WA)... so I haven't gotten any writing done on ficfinishing. Bad me. Sigh.

But I have a RayK/Mike Sweeney kinkfic (bondage) with Fraser voyeur that needs beta-ing before I can post it. I said I would do it so I'm determined to get it done...

Any takers... I'd appreciate it. I have wifi at my Motel 6.

Well, I haven't been around much lately. Or haven't posted anyway. Getting the empty apartment fixed up and ready to rent has turned into an expensive and time consuming project.

( why it's taking so long, and explanation of why I decided to and can afford to take a long ass road trip to drive a kayak from Chicago to Issiquah, WA even though I do not kayak and know nothing about kayaking )
I'll either take I-90 or I-80 across MN, SD, WY, MT, ID, and WA or IA, NB, CO, UT, OR & WA respectively -- depends on the weather. I may drive up into Canada while I'm in Issiquah because it's right next to Seattle and so close to BC and I've never been there and ever since HCL's road scenes I have wanted to! I'm just a little worried about driving everywhere with a kayak on a rack on the roof of the car. But there's a lock for it like a bike lock, apparently. And my dog is coming with me! To keep me safe!

Anyway. Here are some links to stuff I found about fanboys/fangirls, Nathan Fillion, Spike Jonze, and the Coen Bros., which popped up on IMDB.com:

Study: Fanboys Are Girls, Too
Popular perception of pimply, awkward young men is too limited, according to study.
By Brent Lang
Published: October 13, 2009
http://www.thewrap.com/article/fanboys-may-not-be-who-marketers-think-8613

What Drives Nathan Fillion
By Aaron Hillis on 10/14/2009
10132009_FillionTrucker.jpg Nathan Fillion in "Trucker," Monterey Media, 2008
Even if Nathan Fillion weren't currently playing the eponymous mystery writer on the hit TV series "Castle," the genre fans out there would surely know the charming Canadian actor from his work with cult-beloved producer Joss Whedon.
http://www.ifc.com/news/2009/10/nathan-fillion.php

Spike Jonze Directs Mischief, 'Wild Things'(NPR Fresh Air w/podcast)
October 13, 2009
When children's book author Maurice Sendak asked his friend, director Spike Jonze, to make a film based on his book Where the Wild Things Are, Jonze initially declined.
brief article: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=113744907
transcript: http://www.npr.org/templates/transcript/transcript.php?storyId=113744907
download podcast: http://public.npr.org/anon.npr-mp3/npr/fa/2009/10/20091013_fa_02.mp3?dl=1

Interview Joel and Ethan Coen
Joel and Ethan Coen Wilson Webb
by Sam Adams October 14, 2009
Joel and Ethan Coen have never been personal filmmakers in an obvious sense, but A Serious Man is as close as they’re ever likely to get to autobiography.
http://www.avclub.com/articles/joel-and-ethan-coen,33937/

Ok, so I'm not working on the two WIPs I should be working o. (I keep telling myself, I'm letting them rest -- like dough, right? after kneading. yeah, yeah -- that's my story an' I'm stickin' to it!)

And I'm working on a DC Mike/Nathalie angsty porn plot bunny which attacked me out of the blue, and a DC/DS Mike/RayK kinkfic request on the Fall Fandom Free For All (FFFFA) , and I haven't even started the other FFFFA request I said I'd do, which was for Forever Knight, a very old fandom which has a special place in my heart as my first real fandom. Clearly, I am more motivated by challenges, requests, and deadlines -- and the occasional, "Hey, when x and y got together, what did they do and what was it like and what was going through their heads?" meanderings of my mind -- than, um, getting down to business and finishing what I've started. But, like, my two WIPs are so OLD. And LONG. And I'm tired. I need time AWAY from them. I guess.

So I'm working on this smutty Mike/Ray kink fic, and it so happens that one of my WIPs is also a kink fic (Fraser/Ray), and I've run across this situation in the Mike/Ray where Fraser (who is a voyeur -- I forgot to mention that part) is having issues with both what he's watching Mike and Ray do, and the fact that he's watching, because, well, he's Fraser.
( side tangent on Fraser canon on his openmindedness and yet prudishness which is related to what happened while I was writing )
Anyway. So I'm humming along, writing, having Fraser wrestle with all this, and coming up with a way for him to resolve it, and suddenly I realized: shit, I am plagiarizing myself: I just wrote almost the exact same thing over three weeks ago in my long WIP dom!F/sub!K DS bdsm fic, in which Fraser similarly wrestles with his issues. Except in a much longer, more angsty form, and with more than just one way of Fraser trying to resolve it.

While suddenly realizing I was plagiarizing myself gave me new ideas -- because then I had to rethink both stories' means by which Fraser wrestles with and resolves (or doesn't) his issues with his own kinkiness -- and while it was creatively useful, conceptually speaking, I really had to stop a moment and go:

Um. Isn't this bad? I mean, isn't it cheating to plagiarize myself? I mean, obviously, in the finished product, it's not going to be plagiarized; I'll fix all that so it's original material. It's fine to flash back to stuff that previously occurred in prequel stories or what have you, or to re-interpret (without lifting verbatim) old plot devices or events in characters' lives. Or hell, to remix something.

But... I dunno, I just felt... guilty. Like I was cheating on homework or something. It was weird. I know "real" authors have done this themselves many times. I mean, I think I read somewhere once that Shakespeare did it, and that Samuel Coleridge did, too. But. It made me wonder. Did they do it, knowing they did it? Or did they do it accidentally? Because this was a total accident. Obviously, I had it on my mind, because I'd been working on something similar. But I wasn't intentionally making writing a fic easier on myself by just lifting sections of it from another fic -- I was actually in the middle of composing new material with the same character actions when I realized what I was doing and that it was kind of plagiarizing myself.
( tangent on being able to prove I wasn't verbatim plagiarizing myself, and why this worries me, even though I know, like, major real fic authors have done this with themselves )
So, um, I guess that's important to me. My original freakiness. So, I don't want this 'oops, I plagiarized myself' thing to be a symptom of me losing that. Because that would suck.

ETA: Oh, yeah. Watched Eastwick last night. Um. PG? Hot as ever. But everyone: tone down the makeup. People, it's HD TV. Tons of makeup=old style TV; 'natural look'/less makeup=good HD viewing, even if it shows imperfections. Also, it looks like Rebecca Romijn's put on some weight. And, frankly, I think it suits her quite a bit. And did I mention PG was hot? I look forward to him being bad. Very, very bad. And the writing improving.

Never read the book, though I loved the movie w/Susan Sarandon, Michelle Pfeiffer, Cher and Jack Nicholson. So I may have to pick up Updike's book, now, and actually see what started it all.

So glad PG is doing his own take on it. (Nothing wrong with Jack, but... he's like Al Pacino -- one of those actors who kind of plays himself in everything he does. But, hey, Nicholson can be forgiven just for having done Cuckoo's Nest so long before. And I mean, Pacino can definitely be forgiven. I mean, there's the way slashy Michael Mann Heat w/DeNiro. But waaaaay before that, there was Cruising? Hawwwt. B-movie exploitative gay-leather-sex late-70s hawwwwt. \o/ )

Might sounds stupid, but sometimes I can't write stories when I'm in a word processor. So I go into email and compose an email to myself. Usually it's just a scene. Something that a story needs and I can't get done in the word processor because I'm blocked. Sometimes it's under 300 words. But sometimes it's an entire story.

Sometimes Gmail pisses me off because it's standard HTML loads slowly on my stupid DSL and so I use the basic html version of Gmail.

Which doesn't have Autosaving of Draft emails.
( about the Mike Sweeney/Ray Kowalski DC/DS story I just lost because of not using the Standard Gmail html format with Autosaving of drafts, aaaauuugggghhhhh )
Fuck.

I had this weird feeling there was something in my LJ I forgot to do for like the last few weeks but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. Well, I realized I forgot to put here some snippets I originally wrote for ds_snippets. (I like to keep my own copies in my own LJS of stuff submitted on other comms.) It's all slash. ETA: When I first posted this, I myself forgot the last two were DC/HCL, not DC/DS. *headdesk* Not firing on all cylinders. And this is BEFORE any Xanax today. *sigh* OTOH, maybe it's just my subconscious telling me to write DC/DS Mike Sweeney/RayK. Like I didn't have enough going on with ficfinishing!

Snippet 1:
Title: Necessary Velocity
Fandom and Pairing: HCL, Joe/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Length: 283 words
Prompt: One hundred-eight – momentum, velocity, gravity, inertia, torsion

( . . .when he's exhausted like this, Joe rolls with just about anything. )

Snippet 2:
Title: Zero to Sixty in Half a Sec
Fandom and Pairing: HCL/Durham County, Billy Tallent/Mike Sweeney
Rating: R
Length: 294 words
Prompt: along the brittle treacherous bright streets
of memory comes my heart, singing like
an idiot,whispering like a drunken man
(e.e. cummings)

( Jenifur, collectively, prefer individual rooms. This suits Billy just fine. )
Snippet 3:
Title: All Bite
Fandom and Pairing: HCL/Durham County, Billy Tallent/Mike Sweeney
Rating: NC-17
Length: 300 words
Prompt: along the brittle treacherous bright streets
of memory comes my heart, singing like
an idiot,whispering like a drunken man
(e.e. cummings)

( He just nods, dazed, feeling drugged, though he's years clean and sober. )

So I've got to get my mother's apartment cleaned out so we can rent it because the property taxes come out in September and there's not enough money left in the life insurance to both pay for her funeral, pay for the work on the house that needs to be done, AND pay for the taxes.

And, like, no one is helping me. My one older sister doesn't work at all. Theoretically this would have given her ample time to help me. But no. She came over to help for 3.5 hours. And I've been waiting for everyone else to come help, because I don't want to be the one who decided to throw away so-and-so's fifth grade whatever that my mom saved for 40 years. I just don't want all that on my head, the deciding what to keep, what to toss, what to sell/donate.

My younger sister lives in Wisconsin, so she came down Saturday and part of Sunday and helped. But.

This is 40 years of stuff. My parents moved in here in 1969. My dad's stuff either was taken by him, given to him, or trashed after it sat in the basement and garage for 10 years after my parents divorced (except for the stuff my mother secretly saved, which I've only just recently discovered, ow). ( who helps, who doesn't, why that doesn't even bother me, but it's all just horribly daunting and depressing and overwhelming )
Fuck.

Now I'm all nervous, but I can't take it back -- I signed up as an author for Ficfinishing... again. This time I am hoping to finish a years-old WIP that was supposed to end the F/K bdsm story series I wrote in a nice way, instead of leaving them in a bad place, like I did... for years now...

I still have to polish up my HCL/FTWHTWD story... eesh. It's first-draft-ish, but needs tweaking before it's really beta-able.

I'm having one of those "Post Comment"-clicking remorse moments... !

But now it's a done deal. I better just get on with it.

*mildly freaking out*

In the countless times I've watched Hard Core Logo -- I would estimate upwards of 25, but less than 40 -- I completely missed this subtle little bit of handholding when Tiffany interviews Billy, and Joe interrupts.

My other AVI of HCL was not the widescreen version. Now I have the widescreen version in AVI format, and clearly the fullscreen version lopped off an important part of the left side of the frame! Watch what happens to Billy's right hand after he says "I suffer for his art" and jerks his thumb at Joe.

As Joe says "Whatever keeps you honest," he grabs Billy's hand and... caresses his wrist.

I slowed down the hand holding part on purpose so you can see how Joe first grabs Billy's hand, then slides his grasp down Billy's wrist.



This is so deliciously but heartbreakingly affectionate and slashy, I just -- eeeee!

Was this scripted, or ad libbed by HD and CKR? even more eeee!

If you want to dl a short AVI of this scene, go to https://dl.getdropbox.com/u/1629560/handholding.avi. This embedded version is flash video.

Maybe other people were already aware of this, but I wasn't. Glad I noticed it.
*hearts HCL even more than before*
*even hearts Bruce McD for leaving it in*

Yesterday I had already posted before I checked my snail mail... Later I discovered I got my Durham County Season 1 DVD set from Amazon.ca. Very surprised -- since I'd originally gotten an email saying it was out of stock at Amazon.ca, and would most likely ship September 2nd!

So I started watching it. eeeeee, it is so dark, and Mike Sweeney is (as rubberbutton described Bender in The Breakfast Club) "so damaged, so delicious." I just have to ...eeeee!

I've finished eps 1-5... now I'm up to the last ep, which I will watch tonight after I get home from...

...Lollapalooza is tonight! Depeche Mode is headlining. I can't believe I first saw them at the Aragon Ballroom in Chicago, which I think has a capacity of like 2,500 (probably less)...
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I'm so bummed to hear that John Hughes died. I can definitely say that some of his movies defined angst and may have inspired or at least helped fuel my angst-hound tendencies. I mean, who doesn't sympathize with Duckie (Jon Cryer) in Pretty in Pink or with Watts (Mary Stuart Masterson) in Some Kind of Wonderful?

Also... worked last night. And it did not suck. Well, we had one cardiac arrest who came in that we were unable to save, although we made heroic efforts. But other than that, it was a smooth night, fast-paced enough to make the time pass quickly, but not so insanely busy that you have a zillion charts to finish when you get off the floor. I was out of there by 3:15 (officially off the floor at 3am) and at the grocery store (yes, it's 24 hrs) by 3:45am. Home by 4:30am. The cat food my cats love was still on sale at $2.99/7 lb. bag. So I bought 6!

( in other news, why I was dosing down on my meds when my mom died, and now I'm dosed back up... )

I managed to get quite a bit of stuff done in the next few days. So apparently, that worked. Will continue. What else am I gonna do?

I mentioned on 8/2 the fucked up death of a 1 year old that wound up in our ER last Friday.

Yesterday I discovered, with grim satisfaction, that the mother of the dead kid and her boyfriend have been charged with first degree murder and child endangerment. A little late for the dead child. But the bonds set for these two scumbags were $900K (mother) and $1.5 mil (boyfriend) pretty much ensure they'll sit in Cook County Jail until their court dates and then go right back to County after their court dates. One can only hope the stories about how prisoners treat those prisoners accused of crimes against children are true.

For the first time ever, I am sorry previous Governor Ryan put a moratorium on the death penalty in Illinois; I can't think of two more deserving people than these two.

In other news from the same local outlet, Chicago's July shootings were a "bloodbath" (though not, I suspect, anywhere near as bad as last summer, which was record-breaking).

They've also conveniently provided a map of this summer's shootings. It's quite impressive... in a bad way...

And then there's the recent beating robberies of single men walking alone at night in what is typically considered a "nice" neighborhood, Lincoln Park.

Wave bye-bye to the 2016 Olympics, Chicago! I don't think the Olympic Committee is going to select us for 2016. Sometimes just tells me -- no. No matter what Mayor Daley wants.

So the biopsy results came back for my littlest cat who had surgery last Thursday. The growth was a basal cell carcinoma. It is malignant, the vet said, but supposedly it has a low probability of metastasizing. And the vet said the biopsy result said the margins were clean -- meaning no little cancerous cells sliced in half, leaving some behind in Kako. And all we need to do at this pont, per the vet, is "watch it." No chemo. Thank god for that.

She's got about 12 stitches -- doesn't like me checking them -- they are in her left armpit, so it's an awkward spot, and I can tell her left leg has been sore the past few days, because she wasn't jumping up on all her usual perches around the house since I brought her home from the vet, post-surgery, on Friday.
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So this came in to our ER last night. My emphasis.
http://cbs2chicago.com/local/death.of.child.2.1110910.html
Aug 1, 2009 2:50 pm US/Central

Autopsy: One-Year-Old Murdered
South Side Child's Death Ruled a Murder
CHICAGO (STNG) ―

The Friday death of a 1-year-old South Side boy has been ruled a murder, according to a Saturday autopsy.

Nashawn Lewis, 19 months, of 836 W. 78th St., was pronounced dead at 5:25 p.m. Friday at Holy Cross Hospital, according to the Cook County Medical Examiner's office.

Nashawn's mother took the boy for a walk in his stroller Friday afternoon when she realized he was unresponsive, according to police News Affairs Officer Gabrielle Lesniak. She then took him into a medical clinic they had been walking past in the 1600 block of West 79th Street, and the clinic's employees called 911.

Fire crews arrived and took the baby to Holy Cross, where he was pronounced, Lesniak said.

A Saturday autopsy determined Nashawn died of multiple injuries from child abuse and the death was ruled a homicide, the medical examiner's office said.

A Department of Children and Family Services spokesman was not immediately available.

Calumet Area detectives are investigating, and no one was in custody as of 4:30 p.m. Saturday.

I don't know about that last line but the police took the parents into custody Friday night from our ER. Deservedly so. The screaming and carrying on by the mother about how she did everything for her baby was a show she put on for the ER staff. Not one actual real tear fell from either of her eyes. I've seen a lot of people die in our ER, or come in DOA. And I've seen a lot of their loved ones come to see them. Transcending ethnic and religious differences is the tendency of people to want to be in the room with their dead loved one.

Not this girl. Nope. She preferred to sit in a chair outside her dead son's room, talking on her cell phone. And that kid was dead for hours before we got him, before she even got him to the clinic, we all agreed. His rectal temp was 89.3 degrees. If the body loses 1.5 degrees per hour after death (a standard), then that kid was dead for 6.2 hours before he came to our ER. Most likely she was pushing that kid around in a stroller dead. For quite a while.

Aside from the fact that he had healing burns all over his legs and butt and old scars all over his head and body.

So, last week when I brought my dog in for his ear infection*, I told the vet about the pea-shaped mobile little cyst in my littlest cat Kako's armpit that I discovered about a month ago, which has gotten bigger and was starting to frighten me. So we made an appointment for this past Tuesday to bring her in so he could look at it. And I brought her in Tuesday and he looked at it. ( discussion of why I like and trust this vet )
So I just dropped her off at 07:30am this morning to have the lump removed. The vet said he will do the surgery between 10am-12pm and she should be out of the sedation by 4:30pm if I want to call and check on her. Then I pick her up tomorrow AM.

I have an appointment at 1pm to meet with my mom's attorney to officially begin the probate process for her estate. I have to give him an official copy of her death certificate and a retainer check for $500. (But we just got her life insurance check so that's covered.) I hope I will be done with the attorney by 4:30pm so I can check on my baby cat.

She's not a baby, of course; she's like 12 years old. The vet said he was not going to put her under general anaesthesia "because of her age" -- he was going to sedate her and then use a local anaesthetic as well. I just call her my baby cat because she always was the youngest and she's the littlest. What she lacks in stature she makes up for in fur...

I am trying to be optimistic but (1) that doesn't run in my gene pool and (2) a month after my mother died, I'm just not capable of it. I thought nothing worse could happen than my mom dying a month ago. After all, I'd already had my dad go in 2005, and my step-dad in 2007, fast, when the metastatic lesions in his liver took him over; so then my mom died, suddenly, but not unexpectedly 6/26/09, and I figured, this is as bad as it can get, right?

Well. Turns out, maybe not.

So I'm just kind of quietly freaking out, wondering if I'll be burying yet another loved one in the next few days/weeks and praying it isn't something metastatic. Plus hoping when I get Kako home Friday AM she doesn't go berserk and rip out her stitches or something.

( details of the dog's ear infection, his anti-depressant effect on me, and incredible capacity for repetitive object retrieval; oh, and my COBRA papers finally arrived )

Now that ficfinishing lit a fire under my ass, I'm in the ficcing mood again. Which is good. Escapism is good.

ds_snippets has their amnesty challenge going on right now. I have 3 previous amnesty snippets that didn't meet the deadline which (if allowed) I may submit (no 3 snippet limit on the amnesties, yay!).

But I've written a new Joe/Billy HCL snippet which needs betaing. And I hope to write at least one or two more. At least one.

Any takers?

So I get a letter from the cemetery. About the possible headstones we can get, ranging in price from $300-800. Or a brick in the garden by the cemetery office for $75. I understand it's a business, but this? It's...

You'd think I would be past this, right? My father in 2005. My step-father in 2007. My mom a month ago. You'd think I'd be used to this by now.

I don't know, it just seems... I have no words for it. Putting a price on everything related to death is so weird.

When the eye bank called me a couple hours after she died, I said to the guy on the phone, "You are so lucky I'm an ER nurse." Which took him aback. But what I meant was, as an ER nurse, I hate notifying ROBI/Gift of Hope when people die, because I know that they will be contacting family members to ask about organ donation at the worst possible time in these people's lives. And I know most of those people are going to say No, because they're in shock and they're horrified. But, as a nurse, I'm okay with that stuff. I've seen a lot of deaths. And I knew my mom wanted to donate her organs, but she couldn't, because of the chemo. But eye parts they can still use even with chemo -- at least, the corneas, because they're not vascularized, they have no real circulation.

So that was dealable.

But this? Putting a price on everything?

I know it's against code and all, and a public health hazard -- ok, the nurse in me knows all that. But I don't understand why you can't just bury your loved ones where they lived and fuck all this organized capitalism around death. I mean, that's where all our old pets are buried.

But she wanted to be cremated and interred on top of her mom's grave, so that's what we did. And they've found ways to make that just as expensive as a regular funeral and burial. Sons of bitches.

So ficfinishing is helping me finish my big Joe Dick/Jerry Bines HCL/FTWHTWD fic. I posted, as instructed (I'm trying to do all the suggested daily tasks) an excerpt from it over there. Um, if you read my stuff, you know there's always angst before the calm. ETA: As rubberbutton pointed out (duh, V!), ficfinishing is f-locked and you shouldn't have to join just to read it... so I'm pasting it here.

Any encouragement would be greatly appreciated at this time...

Edited scene from the middle of a Joe/Jerry sex scene. Joe freaks and bails.

They stare at each other across the short distance, Bines impassive but panting, Joe’s stomach still heaving. Breath snorts through their flaring nostrils like horses. Joe squirms out of Bines’ grasp, almost falling out of the bed. He jumps up, yanks up his pants. Slams out of the cabin. Stomps off into the woods. Leaves crunch beneath his boots. ( Read more... )

You know the "You okay for driving?" scene with the movie game where Joe describes the Sinatra movie Young At Heart to Billy? Well, rubberbutton watched it, summarized it, and made some comments. I haven't seen it, so I found them insightful. I also added a comment, but (as usual) I had too much to say so I added it here with circular links.

The rest of my comment: ( Read more... )