idea one: pin a cluedo board to the wall with a knife
A few years ago, we went to see BU play BC at Fenway Park. Great idea for a one-off.
And then they decided to repeat it and repeat it and repeat it, until it lost the specialness.
That year it was 7 degrees.
Today, BU plays Maine and it is almost 50 degrees outside.
50 degrees is not hockey weather. Especially if you’re playing at a baseball park that is uncovered. They had to crank the refrigeration in an effort to get the rain to freeze on the surface. It didn’t look like they were succeeding.
They’re currently experiencing a rain delay because it’s absolutely POURING (including thunder and lightening) in Boston.
Currently, the rink has so much water on it that I made the lame joke about them really playing ‘pond hockey’.
I’ve never been so happy to skip a hockey game in my life.
it’s a timey-wimey thing. // timey-wimey? // i have no idea where he picks that stuff up.
Have I mentioned that I work in an ice rink?
You know - the type with ice that people skate on.
Like hockey players and fucking figure skaters.
Teenaged girls who are figure skaters.
At ice rinks.
Like the one I work in.
Our office is right off the lobby where the box office is, so we were basically near the area where the teams were hanging out / checking in. I spent the day listening to little girls gossip. And scream. And generally being annoying little fuckwits.
And pounding on the fucking bathroom door.
The fucking pounding.
The bathroom next to our office has a big sign on it that says it’s only one stall and if the door is locked, go find somewhere else to take a piss. (Or something along those lines.)
All fucking day: BANG! BANG! BANG! Is there someone in there? BANG! BANG! BANG! Oh! Sorry!
My fucking head…
And that’s after spending two hours trying to make it to work in a snow storm. (Generally a 45 minute commute on a bad day.)
BUT! I do still love my job.
And I very much love the fact that I have a job to bitch about.
And I very, very, very much love the fact that the skating competition will be over by the time I go back into work on Monday.
Life. Is. Good.
i’d watch it
Four days in and I’m loving the job.
I’m not working for the rink, per se, but I’m working IN the rink.
I’m working for another building that we manage - a theatre that does Broadway shows. Like one called “Spank”. (I’ve laughed every. single. time. I’ve seen that name pop up in the financial reports.)
Whatever. Books are books. Numbers are numbers.
The commute’s not bad.
The people rock.
I finally have an email address that works, a desk, a computer, and work to do… tomorrow, I get another email address and then I have to go get my ID card for the University.
I’m happy there.
Here’s hoping they like me as much as I’m loving them…
aren’t they cute?
I’ve been continually researching asexuality for my Johnlock fan fics (last night’s episode did absolutely nothing to help us out, btw *sigh*) and I came across this website called “The Thinking Asexual”.
I subscribe to their updates because the site is really good. Today’s update included the following quote:
I’m thinking of feelings that lead to what you could call “gray area relationships.” Relationships that are essentially a blending of common friendship and traditional romance, that fall in between the two standard categories. Relationships that look a lot like romance but are not sexual, don’t actually have to include any kind of romantic attraction, and are a hell of a lot more important and emotional and intimate than common friendships.
I’ve mentioned my “little brother” Jeff on here several times… and damned if that isn’t the best description of what he and I have.
When we were in college, he and I had that exact sort of relationship: it looked romantic / sexual but had none of that and was definitely more important than a common friendship. Which is exactly why he’ll always be my little brother. We thought about trying out a romantic relationship. Once. It was discarded just as quickly as it was brought up. Distance might have changed the parameters of our relationship, as did the spousal units and children, but he’s always going to be one of the most important people in my life. Even if we never speak again.
THAT’S what I’ve been trying to capture in my Johnlock stuff. (Because, again, I couldn’t write porn if my life depended on it, and I don’t really want to. Not for this relationship at least. It doesn’t feel right to me.)
THAT’S what yesterday’s Sherlock episode was about.
Is Sherlock asexual?
Canonically, we’ll probably never know… people have been guessing about the relationship between Holmes and Watson since ACD first wrote about them. Mofftiss hasn’t done much for us, either.
So, I read stuff like this and I *know* that no matter what comes out (HEE!) in the BBC canon, my Sherlock will always be an ace. His relationship with John is so much my relationship with Jeff that it’s scary.
I just hope that when I write those dynamics between Sherlock and John that I can do my friendship with Jeff justice, because at the end of the day, we write what we know…
my tumblr dash - fucking christ i’m going to die next week
1) Johnlock is canon (and, hey! look! it’s a no homo episode! about fucking time Mofftiss!)
I’m sorry. I’m still wrecked by this episode.
I’ve watched too many television shows, listened to too much music, read too many books/fan fiction, and watched too many movies in my *cough* thirty eight years *cough*, and this is the most absolutely incredibly beautiful heartwrenching, giggle making most perfect piece of media I have ever experienced.
Next week is going to be BRUTAL.