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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: 2023-03-14 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.)