Dear
yuletide Santa,
Thank you very much for writing for me. Seriously, don't worry about anything you write for me; if it's in the fandoms I specified, odds on that I'll love it. For The Time Traveler's Wife, I requested something in the style of the book, because that's what I loved about it, and really, more than that I wouldn't say. It's a wonderful book, and if you wrote anything I'd be overjoyed.
For Brideshead and Making History, please with the happy. Please please. I can't bear more bad things to happen to them. Please can it just be happy boys swanning around, well, Oxford in the former and Cambridge in the latter, and nobody dies or takes up alcoholism or anything, or at least not just yet.
Of course, if you want to write a depressing epic, I could not and would not hold it against you and would probably enjoy it just as much. Just, hey, it's Christmas, right? More in the mood for the cheerful.
And because it deserves to be said again: thank you.
much love,
~Raven
My own
yuletide request is going to kick my arse, I know it. And I actually know two of the requested fandoms, as well; it's just I'm going to suck. Anyway, we shall see. Maybe I won't. Other people who are taking part, please do let me know and we can commiserate. Also, this is all the fault of the Visit of OMG participants, of course - they talked me into signing up back when I was in Chicago and now I've done it, and I'm an idiot - but what can you do, etc.
Okay, time for bed. I've had a lovely, lovely evening, and in fact a very good day - Maria and I baked bread, which came out marvellously, and there was cooking of dinner and much walking around in the delicious freezing air, and just now I had the always-lovely experience of having seven people and threee wine bottles squished onto my bed watching bad movies on my laptop. Tonight, we watched Mean Girls, which was fantastically awful and all present enjoyed themselves thoroughly. I am very tired and a little ill and the wine made everything deliciously mellow. I used to think the kind of American high school depicted in the movie was entirely fictional, then I went to Nupur's Homecoming in September and came away sufficiently horrifed to change my mind. After the movie we all ended up comparing the schools we went to - Merchants', the Magdalen College School and the British school in Madrid among others - and then giggling into our wine. (Lots of wine. A lovely evening.) I strongly suspect this is why Claire likes bad American teen movies so much; they're the purest form of alien escapism.
Anyway, my head is beginning to show the effects, and ohgod so much work to do tomorrow. Goodnight, all.
Thank you very much for writing for me. Seriously, don't worry about anything you write for me; if it's in the fandoms I specified, odds on that I'll love it. For The Time Traveler's Wife, I requested something in the style of the book, because that's what I loved about it, and really, more than that I wouldn't say. It's a wonderful book, and if you wrote anything I'd be overjoyed.
For Brideshead and Making History, please with the happy. Please please. I can't bear more bad things to happen to them. Please can it just be happy boys swanning around, well, Oxford in the former and Cambridge in the latter, and nobody dies or takes up alcoholism or anything, or at least not just yet.
Of course, if you want to write a depressing epic, I could not and would not hold it against you and would probably enjoy it just as much. Just, hey, it's Christmas, right? More in the mood for the cheerful.
And because it deserves to be said again: thank you.
much love,
~Raven
My own
Okay, time for bed. I've had a lovely, lovely evening, and in fact a very good day - Maria and I baked bread, which came out marvellously, and there was cooking of dinner and much walking around in the delicious freezing air, and just now I had the always-lovely experience of having seven people and threee wine bottles squished onto my bed watching bad movies on my laptop. Tonight, we watched Mean Girls, which was fantastically awful and all present enjoyed themselves thoroughly. I am very tired and a little ill and the wine made everything deliciously mellow. I used to think the kind of American high school depicted in the movie was entirely fictional, then I went to Nupur's Homecoming in September and came away sufficiently horrifed to change my mind. After the movie we all ended up comparing the schools we went to - Merchants', the Magdalen College School and the British school in Madrid among others - and then giggling into our wine. (Lots of wine. A lovely evening.) I strongly suspect this is why Claire likes bad American teen movies so much; they're the purest form of alien escapism.
Anyway, my head is beginning to show the effects, and ohgod so much work to do tomorrow. Goodnight, all.
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on 2006-11-05 01:21 am (UTC)I strongly suspect this is why Claire likes bad American teen movies so much; they're the purest form of alien escapism.
Heeeeee. This is actually how I feel about them, too, and theoretically I went to The Typical American High School: large, suburban, public. I always think, like you, that the stereotype is a myth, given that I never experienced it, and then I remember that despite all outward trappings, my school wasn't really normal at all. So I wouldn't know, it's quite possible Mean Girls is an accurate representation... which is terrifying.
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on 2006-11-05 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-06 02:37 am (UTC)Tonight, we watched Clueless! Same stereotype, and I get the feeling that all the caricatures of the American high school must be based on something, right? And that is scary.
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on 2006-11-06 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-06 03:08 am (UTC)I've never seen Clueless, but the stereotype really is widespread. *shudders*
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on 2006-11-06 03:18 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-06 03:20 am (UTC)