There was a victory parade in Boston today for the Red Sox. It didn't pack the emotional punch of the 2004 celebration, but it was still quite a spectacle.
As some of you might know, my mother died six years ago, around this date. She was a huge Red Sox fan, but sadly never got to see them win it all. So for me, and many, many other people, 2004 was all about the ones who weren't there to celebrate.
Cut to 2007, and here we are again. As I said, the series and the win didn't have the same effect on me as 2004. Until I was on the T yesterday and saw this headline:
I got all choked up, remembering my mother and realizing how lucky we are as sports fans here in Boston to see a repeat of something many of us never thought we'd see once.
So here's to the Red Sox. And to my mother and father. And to Caroline (who did at least get to see them win it once).
So, last week, my boss left. Sad for our department, and especially for another colleague (Z) and me. The three of us have worked at the company almost from its inception; Z was employee number 5. My boss and I started the same week and argued over who was 6 and who was 7.
Almost six years later, we have become a pretty good team. My boss isn't leaving the company, but she is moving away, so we will get a new head of our department. And we'll miss the boss - she was cool and caring and mostly laissez-faire. Despite our bitterness that she's leaving us vulnerable to a NewBadBoss, Z and I thought the old team should go out for one last lunch.
So off we go to a Mexican restaurant. Back when our company had 10 people and not 60, we'd go to this place. Except it was a Chinese restaurant then. Now it's cuisine de Mexique, but it's all good. I order a yummy shrimp dish, and when it arrives, it comes with tortillas.
I wasn't expecting tortillas. there was no mention of them in the menu description of my meal. But hey, who am I to turn them down. The problem was that I kept saying, "Ooh, pancakes," knowing that wasn't the right word. It was as if I thought I'd ordered Moo Shi/Shu shrimp.
All through the meal, everytime I mentioned the tortillas, I said pancakes. And it was driving me crazy that I couldn't think of the right word. But I didn't just say, "You know what I mean..." and have one of my learned colleagues supply the noun for me.
Then, like a bright light out of nowhere (i.e., my brain), I remembered the word. And apropos of nothing that was being said, as we were waiting for the check, I blurted out "TORTILLAS!"
My boss looked a little happier to be leaving and Z, a little sadder to be staying. I was just mortified that it had taken me over an hour to think of the most basic Mexican/Spanish foodstuff. And, oh, yeah, that I had then shouted it out in the middle of the restaurant.
But hey, at least I didn't steal anything from anyone!
Back later with weeks' worth of pet peeves and pointless observations. Hope all is well out there. I have been reading, even if I've been a bad responder/ent.
Public message to maverick4oz: Happy Birthday to the most valuable player in Oz fandom. Thanks for everything you do for us and the boys! Hope all your wishes come true.
I'm just posting a couple of old General Hospital fics I wrote for a challenge a while back. You were supposed to take a character and write about how his/her life would have been different by altering the events of his/her life at five different points.
Lucky Spencer - played by the original actor - is one of my favorite fictional characters ever, so I chose him. But I punked out and did only two points. Someone on another board asked about them, and since I don't have them posted anywhere, I figured I'd post them here. Now that I'm back, I'll try to stick around : )
( Lucky Spencer - Two Points )
I had to post my Episode 11 - Monogamy (Elliot opens up; Olivia shuts him down) thoughts ( separately )
ETA: Just so you know, I did actually leave the marathon, er, house, today. I actually sat at the beach and read something non-fandom-related. An actual book, I tell you! And I didn't even melt.
Speaking of the HToL, I think slammerkinbabe was going to try to organize a ficathon for hurricane relief. So I can finally procure theholyinnocent's services legally. Or, you know, at least for a good cause. There is already a community doing this: fandom_charity, but there aren't any SVU (or Oz) volunteers that I can see. If anyone knows the authors of "Fide et Amour" (unfinished SVU classic) or "Nine Tenths of the Law" (unfinished Oz masterpiece), I'll pay big bucks for those to be done. For the victims, people, for the victims!
Random marathon observations:
Episode 1 - Sacrifice (Saved by the Bell star does gay porn):
What's the deal with that odd moment where Fin goes all T!I!P! on Olivia in the squadroom. Olivia even asks what's up, but no one explains. And then it's just dropped. I hate it when they do shit like that. (I've been up all night, my vocabulary isn't at its best.)
I never noticed before, but when Stabler is offering theories as to why Mark Paul Saved-by-the-Bell was attacked, he says, "Jealous gay co-star, maybe?" while looking at BD Wong/Huang. Hee!
Is it wrong to love the moment when Stabler "frisks" Mark-Paul SBTB and slams him against the wall?
Oh, and though it will never be counted in his favor, I will note that Stabler is exceedingly sensitive to the gay cop at the beginning and never shows any repulsion or disgust for either the gay porn being discussed or the ex-teen-stud doing it.
Episode Two - Repression (Amy Irving's family is fucked):
Ah, those early seeds of St. Oliska. Benson annoyingly and unperceptively snaps when Elliot mentions the daughter has a history of making up stories, then snaps again at the bar when the guys are bemoaning said lying daughter's messing up their case. Thank god Olivia's on the squad, to remind them that the daughter might be a rape/incest victim. The other three just think she's a lying whore!
Despite the nascent martyrdom of Olivia, Arbiter of Victimhood, the Stabler/Benson partnership is running like the smooth, sexy machine it should be. Sigh - the good old days.
Because Amy Irving is so distracting in this episode, I always forget how depressing the denouement is.
The black leather jacket. MH should be forced to wear it in every episode.
Ha - they all look like crap at the end. Cragen, Cabot, Benson and Stabler all look so guilty and shamed. It's very rare for all of them to be deflated. I swear, Alex looked like she was about to let loose some pretty crying.
( More episode 'insight' behind the cut )
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So sit back, relax, read these WIPs and feel free to tell me to continue, beg me to stop in the name of all that is holy or tell me to find myself a hobby that doesn't involve computers, writing and/or fictional characters.
( DNR (Oz/SVU) )
( Mr. and Mrs. Smith (SVU) )
( Fate (Oz drabbley-thing) )
( Ireland: Bridge over troubled water )
Also, if you haven't already seen them, the CM board has a couple of great reports from the first night of previews for CM's play. And ack! I'm so sad about the CM forum closing. I hope Brian changes his mind!
( Crossing another bridge )
( A view from the hunk )