Oz ,'Same Time, Same Place'
This thread is for fanfic recs, links, and discussion, but not for actual posting of fanfic.
I think you have to have a very good sense of humor to be a linguist.
It's self-selecting. If you have a sense of humor, you become a linguist. If not, you write cranky letters to the editor about these kids today and how they don't teach proper English in the schools anymore.
Gaugin? Er, painter Gaugin? How does he get to have secret heirs?
The usual way, I suspect: random, accidental insemination at a fertility clinic in Tupelo of a beautiful young ingenue who bears an infant son and then dies tragically in a golf cart incident, leaving behind a fortune and a beautiful-yet-emotionally-damaged Postimpressionist little boy.
Or Gaugin met Michael's great, great, great gran in his travels, tumbled her, painted her a picture, and left before she found out she was knocked up, so g-g-g gran shrugged, got hitched and had the kid, and a lifetime in Spike years later, wossname unearthed said painting from the attic and nearly pissed himself at Antiques Roadshow when it was verified as an authentic.
It loses something when you leave out the golf carts and the mystery of how Gaugin's frozen spoodge got to Tupelo.
Well, in my "Happy as a rafter in the marketplace" example, I had a whole story in my head about how HAPPY a rafter in the marketplace would be, looking down on all the people, living life.
The usual way, I suspect: random, accidental insemination at a fertility clinic in Tupelo of a beautiful young ingenue who bears an infant son and then dies tragically in a golf cart incident, leaving behind a fortune and a beautiful-yet-emotionally-damaged Postimpressionist little boy.
Well, okay, yes, obviously.
It loses something when you leave out the golf carts and the mystery of how Gaugin's frozen spoodge got to Tupelo.
Doesn't it always?
See now, I had this whole story built up in my head about a Tahitian beauty whose hopes for domestic life with the painter were dashed deciding to take vengeance by raising her offspring to torment and confuse the French for generations to come...
"Per say" annoys me because people who write it clearly think they're being smart.
See now, I had this whole story built up in my head about a Tahitian beauty whose hopes for domestic life with the painter were dashed deciding to take vengeance by raising her offspring to torment and confuse the French for generations to come...
I, too, began with the exotic Tahitian beauty, but the story quickly got derailed by my brain demanding, "What do Tahitians look like, anyway? Because Roy Dupuis does not strike me as an exotic Tahito, yo. Blah blah genetics blah blah imperialism I'm putting far too much thought into this and I now see the flaw in my original plan is that it FAILS TO INCLUDE ELVIS ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE WHEN YOU ADD ELVIS OMGWTFUFO."
Rougher than usual day at work, honey?
Rougher than usual day at work, honey?
You know that sound Westley makes after Count Rugen uses The Machine on him for the first time? I've been making that noise all day.