Johnny Wants A Plane...

[hells_half_acre]

I have to research light aircraft for a story I'm writing, except that I'm afraid to type it into google for fear that the Americans will find out and misinterpret and put me on some no-fly list, and then I won't be able to go to my friends' wedding in Bermuda next summer.

I'm also avoiding going to sleep because I don't want to wake up and have to work for 7.5 hours. Today I slacked off so much, I probably only got two hours of work in. It's ridiculous. I'm such a very horrible employee. I keep trying to think of jobs that I wouldn't mind doing, and I keep coming up with nothing. When left to my own devices, I tend to just read or write all day...but I just read predictable romances, because anything not predictable makes me too nervous. And I don't have the self-confidence or discipline to be a writer. Plus, you know, I'm not very good...I mean, all the literary tricks I've ever pulled off have always been by accident.

Once, I wrote a poem about Hamlet and handed it in instead of doing an essay. The teacher gave me an A, because I had used a lot of the same words as Shakespeare used in the play. I was happy for the A, but quite embarrassed by the comment, because I hadn't done it on purpose - I just have a slightly antiquated way of talking sometimes. Hamlet is my favorite tragedy though. There are so many good lines in it. Plus, it's basically a play about procrastination, so I can relate.

Obligatory Supernatural Topic:

You know what kind of annoys me? When people write wee!chester fic where Sam and Dean know that it was the yellow-eyed demon that killed their Mum. Boys and girls, we know for a fact that Sam and Dean did not even know that it was even a demon until mid-way through S1. I can't remember now when they found out about the yellow-eyes, but that might not even have been until Sam SAW it in Salvation. So, ladies and gentlemen, please stop writing fic where Dean is 9 and is all like "Sammy, we'll kill that yellow-eyed Demon and then I'mma going to take you to Disney World, bitch." Because although the sentiment is nice, the mistake ruins it for me. I apologize if this seems unnecessarily harsh.

Seriously, look it up...first half of S1 is all "the thing that killed our Mom", then John calls from that telephone booth and he's like "whazzup, my homies? Muthaf*ckers a DEMON, my bitches!" ....yeah, ok, I took some liberties with the script...I think it was more along the lines of "It's a demon...a pretty nasty one at that."

Ok, so...a good sign for when I should go to bed is when I start doing dialog in really stupid slang. And yeah, work is going to be even worse on less sleep, so I should probably go to sleep now...
 

Comments

[claudiapriscus.livejournal.com]

It's not really that big of a thing. I emphasize the preseries stuff because that's what shows up in fic, but it's more the kind of stuff I think about in relation to the show's storytelling. It's not necessarily obvious, just something that I think is unintentionally implied by the fact that most of the exposition must either be delivered from one brother to another or to the both of them. They've gotten better about that as they've gone on (like with the ghouls last season, or just going really obscure). From a storytelling mechanics point of view, I wonder if it might have worked if they'd had the character of Jess live a bit longer before becoming the disposable woman. That might have messed up the story, but you know what I mean. Some sort of (even temporary) character who had to have everything explained to them. it's a cliche, but it's a cliche because it works. And it's not like TV often utilizes the first person narration...and it's not like it can use the third person omniscience the written word often uses to fill readers in.

[hells-half-acre.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I see what you're saying. There are a few storytelling problems in S1. I think they could have done it better even with just the two brothers, if they had just thought about it a little more. Like, instead of Sam remarking on the salt-bullets like he had never seen them before, he could have remarked that they used to be a different size/make/brand of salt...or whatever. I mean, there ARE ways around it without needing Jess around.

[claudiapriscus.livejournal.com]

you're right. My dislike of the disposable woman trope was showing ;)