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Jul. 15th, 2002 04:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
strange_aeonsRobin Williams is officially recycling jokes from South Park, the Daily Show, endlessly re-forwarded net.humor, Greg Proops, Kevin, and Margaret Young's .sig. How the mighty have never particularly been, really. You know you're in trouble when even one person watches your standup and thinks, 'Well, I suppose Jerry Lewis would be more annoying.'
I still want to see Death to Smoochy.
Today when I caught up on rasfc I was treated to the sight of some unfortunate declaring that 'You always get this sort of shit happening if you write before the outline is solid.' He may as well have leapt into a tankful of very genteel, overeducated sharks with chum smeared on his genitals. You can't buy this kind of entertainment.
Only 801 words today, and not very good for the most part; yesterday was a tough act to follow. I did a find, and, among other things, it would seem that the string 'suspect' appears twelve times in the WIP. Fiddled with some existing dialogue to make Rook's dialect sound even odder (it rarely uses 'do' as an auxiliary in negative formations, negative particle tends to follow the verb unless I find it to sound excessively pretentious), which is remarkably easy; as protagonists go, Rook has very few lines.
Highlights:
Rook and Sweeney appear determined to screw up my painstakingly slapped-together-on-the-fly romance subplots. Damn queers.
I still want to see Death to Smoochy.
Today when I caught up on rasfc I was treated to the sight of some unfortunate declaring that 'You always get this sort of shit happening if you write before the outline is solid.' He may as well have leapt into a tankful of very genteel, overeducated sharks with chum smeared on his genitals. You can't buy this kind of entertainment.
Only 801 words today, and not very good for the most part; yesterday was a tough act to follow. I did a find, and, among other things, it would seem that the string 'suspect' appears twelve times in the WIP. Fiddled with some existing dialogue to make Rook's dialect sound even odder (it rarely uses 'do' as an auxiliary in negative formations, negative particle tends to follow the verb unless I find it to sound excessively pretentious), which is remarkably easy; as protagonists go, Rook has very few lines.
Highlights:
"Um," he said, attempting to smell the cylinder up close and, having misjudged its length, poking himself in the cheek with it. "What is it?"
"Jerked beef."
"Beef."
"As in cow meat, yes."
To the best of his knowledge Rook had never eaten another vertebrate before, in whole or in part, and he wasn't entirely certain he wanted to start now. "Somehow had I imagined beef as being less long and narrow."
The next tube of jerky was appreciably less unpalatable; Rook wasn't entirely clear on whether it was the teriyaki flavor of which Sweeney had spoken. Then there were some crackers, which were stale but still leaps and bounds better than nearly any bread he'd ever eaten, and the show-stopper: dried fruit. Sweeney had to take the bag away from him. He spent the next five minutes talking about how good it had been, until the elf handed him a canteen and told him, not unkindly, to shut the fuck up.
Rook and Sweeney appear determined to screw up my painstakingly slapped-together-on-the-fly romance subplots. Damn queers.
