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Internet is back! *cries with joy* (no, really, there are tears in my eyes. it may just be hayfever, though)
But I had been home for, what, six hours or so, and the modem blew up. Literally. There was a flash and a bang and a smell of burning. And the thing was just down by the side of my chair, so I was somewhat startled. And they said the guy would come to fix it yesterday. And he didn't. And he only just came, but he came, and I have the Internet again!
The 'good' thing about not having the Internet is that it made me go through some of my files, but that just made me bitter at the number of things I start and don't finish. Though there were a couple of gems. Such as this snippet of dialogue which I planned to make a fic, but having re-found it think works all right as is, so I put a couple of notes on it and here it is:
SCENE: INT. Night. JOSH and DONNA are walking-and-talking, but their voices are unusually quiet and we cannot hear them until they stop in a quiet part of the corridor and we move closer.
DONNA: Apart from the fact that you're my boss and it would be against all codes of conduct?
JOSH: Yes.
And if it got out I would look like a total slut willing to use my body for pecuniary advantage?
Donna...
Your ego.
My what?
Your ego.
While I admit...
Josh. You always have to be "da man". That's not conducive to a good relationship.
I don't understand you at all.
Was that a why?
Yes, that was a why.
Well, I'm assuming that attitude would continue during sexual relations, and so you always have to be able to think of yourself as the best a woman's ever had.
I'm generous in bed. How is that a problem?
Ah. Not generous. Competitive.
Competitive?
Lizard brain.
[JOSH is visibly confused, so DONNA explains.]
The lizard part of your brain is trying to give the female good sex so she'll keep coming back to you. Also, it establishes your dominance over that particular female.
See, now, that's where you're wrong.
Oh, not in real life, but way down in that lizard brain of yours? Hell yeah.
Would you stop with the lizard brain?
No. The problem with that being, that you carry that attitude out of the bedroom. As soon as you've fucked a woman, you expect her to do what you say, which is why you can't work with anyone you've slept with and why I'm not sleeping with you.
Oh really.
I like my job, Josh. I want to keep my job. But I can't be your assistant if I've fucked you.
You know, normally it's the other way round and "unless".
And there's the sexual harrassment, right on schedule.
Donna! Jeez! It's... You really won't?
I really won't.
You really, really, really...
Oh, go proposition Sam.
END SCENE
But it also left me sitting watching vids for hours on end, and I found a couple of quotes files, and now there's about a fortnight's worth of fic that I want to re-read and I'm going away again on Friday. Bugger.
Oh. Yes. Also it made me write. But nothing useful. Just another five thousand or so on the Alex-POV I was rambling through a while ago, trying to write my way into his head, and it hasn't been particularly effective, but I think I'll post it when it's finished anyway, just because. And it should (hopefully) be finished soon.
Oh, thank all the gods I have the Internet back again! I was sitting forlornly at the computer for hours, just aching for some fic or some lj or something, and... *sobs* (not really)
But I had been home for, what, six hours or so, and the modem blew up. Literally. There was a flash and a bang and a smell of burning. And the thing was just down by the side of my chair, so I was somewhat startled. And they said the guy would come to fix it yesterday. And he didn't. And he only just came, but he came, and I have the Internet again!
The 'good' thing about not having the Internet is that it made me go through some of my files, but that just made me bitter at the number of things I start and don't finish. Though there were a couple of gems. Such as this snippet of dialogue which I planned to make a fic, but having re-found it think works all right as is, so I put a couple of notes on it and here it is:
SCENE: INT. Night. JOSH and DONNA are walking-and-talking, but their voices are unusually quiet and we cannot hear them until they stop in a quiet part of the corridor and we move closer.
DONNA: Apart from the fact that you're my boss and it would be against all codes of conduct?
JOSH: Yes.
And if it got out I would look like a total slut willing to use my body for pecuniary advantage?
Donna...
Your ego.
My what?
Your ego.
While I admit...
Josh. You always have to be "da man". That's not conducive to a good relationship.
I don't understand you at all.
Was that a why?
Yes, that was a why.
Well, I'm assuming that attitude would continue during sexual relations, and so you always have to be able to think of yourself as the best a woman's ever had.
I'm generous in bed. How is that a problem?
Ah. Not generous. Competitive.
Competitive?
Lizard brain.
[JOSH is visibly confused, so DONNA explains.]
The lizard part of your brain is trying to give the female good sex so she'll keep coming back to you. Also, it establishes your dominance over that particular female.
See, now, that's where you're wrong.
Oh, not in real life, but way down in that lizard brain of yours? Hell yeah.
Would you stop with the lizard brain?
No. The problem with that being, that you carry that attitude out of the bedroom. As soon as you've fucked a woman, you expect her to do what you say, which is why you can't work with anyone you've slept with and why I'm not sleeping with you.
Oh really.
I like my job, Josh. I want to keep my job. But I can't be your assistant if I've fucked you.
You know, normally it's the other way round and "unless".
And there's the sexual harrassment, right on schedule.
Donna! Jeez! It's... You really won't?
I really won't.
You really, really, really...
Oh, go proposition Sam.
END SCENE
But it also left me sitting watching vids for hours on end, and I found a couple of quotes files, and now there's about a fortnight's worth of fic that I want to re-read and I'm going away again on Friday. Bugger.
Oh. Yes. Also it made me write. But nothing useful. Just another five thousand or so on the Alex-POV I was rambling through a while ago, trying to write my way into his head, and it hasn't been particularly effective, but I think I'll post it when it's finished anyway, just because. And it should (hopefully) be finished soon.
Oh, thank all the gods I have the Internet back again! I was sitting forlornly at the computer for hours, just aching for some fic or some lj or something, and... *sobs* (not really)