Haven’t posted here in a while.
Alexa’s visitation was rather sad and awkward, all of us standing around not knowing what to say. Her husband, Dave, had a hunched-posture I didn’t recall from a few months earlier when I’d last seen the two of them.
I found out I get an annual bonus from my employer, to be deposited in my account next Tuesday, which couldn’t have come at a better time as our sixteen-year-old condo has developed a noisy dip in the shower, and Andrew’s ocd requires that I silence it. Consequently we’ve been living in a virtual cold-water flat for the past week or so (I do turn the hot water back on once a day or so when we need to shower). Initially we thought we just needed to replace the shower cartridge— I acquired a replacement, was able to remove the handle and escutcheon to expose the old cartridge, and then couldn’t pull the damn thing out. I looked through YouTube videos on how to loosen a stuck shower cartridge; applied WD-40; warmed the area with a hairdryer; I even prayed to Keith Moon (that was not a YouTube suggestion, I was just getting frustrated enough that if I’d had anything explosive I probably would’ve shoved it into the pipes and covered my ears).
Eventually I gave in and called a plumber. Seeing him quietly swear at it for fifteen or twenty minutes made me feel a bit better about my failure to dislodge the thing. After all was over, and and the new cartridge inserted— the drip was still there. So I guess we’re going to have to call a plumber again and prepare for a bigger bill.
Meanwhile, I’m trying to write a short historical RPF [Samuel Taylor Coleridge & Charles Lamb), and am facing the problem that I suppose everyone runs into with these things— how to write dialogue that doesn’t just sound like two 21st-century guys, without pushing the dialect (and the stutter, in Lamb’s case) so hard it’s illegible or embarrassing. I also refuse to make them sound too much like their own writing— nobody I know actually speaks the way they write. So, evoke, evoke, evoke, I guess.
Oh, and I continue to make Duolingo-vs-Rammstein montages.
Alexa’s visitation was rather sad and awkward, all of us standing around not knowing what to say. Her husband, Dave, had a hunched-posture I didn’t recall from a few months earlier when I’d last seen the two of them.
I found out I get an annual bonus from my employer, to be deposited in my account next Tuesday, which couldn’t have come at a better time as our sixteen-year-old condo has developed a noisy dip in the shower, and Andrew’s ocd requires that I silence it. Consequently we’ve been living in a virtual cold-water flat for the past week or so (I do turn the hot water back on once a day or so when we need to shower). Initially we thought we just needed to replace the shower cartridge— I acquired a replacement, was able to remove the handle and escutcheon to expose the old cartridge, and then couldn’t pull the damn thing out. I looked through YouTube videos on how to loosen a stuck shower cartridge; applied WD-40; warmed the area with a hairdryer; I even prayed to Keith Moon (that was not a YouTube suggestion, I was just getting frustrated enough that if I’d had anything explosive I probably would’ve shoved it into the pipes and covered my ears).
Eventually I gave in and called a plumber. Seeing him quietly swear at it for fifteen or twenty minutes made me feel a bit better about my failure to dislodge the thing. After all was over, and and the new cartridge inserted— the drip was still there. So I guess we’re going to have to call a plumber again and prepare for a bigger bill.
Meanwhile, I’m trying to write a short historical RPF [Samuel Taylor Coleridge & Charles Lamb), and am facing the problem that I suppose everyone runs into with these things— how to write dialogue that doesn’t just sound like two 21st-century guys, without pushing the dialect (and the stutter, in Lamb’s case) so hard it’s illegible or embarrassing. I also refuse to make them sound too much like their own writing— nobody I know actually speaks the way they write. So, evoke, evoke, evoke, I guess.
Oh, and I continue to make Duolingo-vs-Rammstein montages.
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Date: 2023-03-12 05:37 pm (UTC)From:If Keith Moon didn't dislodge it, you definitely needed a plumber. It just feels like cheating that it didn't fix the problem.
how to write dialogue that doesn’t just sound like two 21st-century guys, without pushing the dialect (and the stutter, in Lamb’s case) so hard it’s illegible or embarrassing.
I trust you not to sound like two twenty-first century guys! May I ask what inspired it?
[edit] Oh! I forgot to ask you how the second season of Perry Mason is, since you are the person I know likeliest to be watching it!
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Date: 2023-03-12 08:07 pm (UTC)From:I even called on John Entwhistle as well! I made sure to tell them they’d disappointed me— I’d have been perfectly willing to pour a libation of brandy down the drain if they’d responded.
I trust you not to sound like two twenty-first century guys!
I don’t even sound like one twenty-first century guy!
May I ask what inspired it?
Not sure what inspired me to attempt it *right now*. I was pretty fixated on those two in high school.
Oh! I forgot to ask you how the second season of Perry Mason is, since you are the person I know likeliest to be watching it!
Haven’t yet had the energy to start S2, I’m afraid, though I know it’s out there— Ive seen screen caps on Tumblr.
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Date: 2023-03-12 09:17 pm (UTC)From:Damn. I hope they show the next time. (I mean, I hope the next time your plumbing doesn't require explosives.)
Haven’t yet had the energy to start S2, I’m afraid, though I know it’s out there— Ive seen screen caps on Tumblr.
Fair enough. I hope you enjoy it when you have the time. I still want to catch up on the first season.
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Date: 2023-03-14 03:34 pm (UTC)From:Looks like the period detailing continues to be excellent.
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Date: 2023-03-14 07:06 pm (UTC)From:It does look great.
(Shea Whigham's tie is worthy of comment.)
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Date: 2023-03-12 07:52 pm (UTC)From:I would lose it without hot water. I get non-functional without my hot showers in the morning. Good luck with the plumber.