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[kittydesade]

Sprechen Sie mit Ihrer Partnerin/Ihrem Partner über Dinge, die Sie in Ihren Ferien machen wollten, und warum. Erklären Sie auch, was Sie machen konnten. Denken Sie daran: In einer Konversation benutz man das Perfek, außer für die Verben sein und haben und Modalverben

e.g. Ich wollte jeden Tag mit Jürgen Tennis spielen. Aber er ist selten gekommen, und so habe ich wenig gespielt.

reisen, Tennis spielen, nach Europa fliegen, einem Freund helfen, eine Arbeit suchen, Freunde besuchen, einen Film sehen, ein Buch lesen, spät aufstehen, schwimmen, einkaufen gehen.

Ferien? Ich habe nicht Ferien. Ich wollte ein Buch lesen, aber ich hatte nicht Zeit. Ich habe eine Freundin besucht. Ich wollte nicht gehen schwimmen, und ich bin wandern gegangen. And since I don't do vacations that don't involve sleeping all day anymore, that's about it for that one.


Tired. Definitely tired. Worked into the evening yesterday, worked all day and then got off work, went to Goodwill (no really nice lamps, alas, not many lamps at all), went to Home Depot to which I need to write a nice letter and Lowes a nasty one, went to the apartment to pick up boxes, went to the house to drop off boxes and bugbomb the fuck out of that place. And attach the supply line to the toilet. Which worked, even if the toilet itself looks like the fridge from that one episode of Cowboy Bebop. But then we counted all the lights we needed to put bulbs in, what kinds of bulbs we needed, then we set foggers in everything and turned off the electricity to the building, bolted out of there and locked the door after us so the bugfog could do its work. Thankfully not dislodging Silk Spectre onto my head. I swear, I don't mind the poor girl being there, but I walk in fear of knocking her web and dropping her on my head one day.

I'm tired. And no one's nominated Sons of Anarchy or Blood Ties or Lion in Winter yet, and it makes me worried about juggling my own nominations. What I really want to do is go to bed. What I'm going to try to do is get some analysis and some porn done, and THEN go to bed. At least we did get a load of boxes over, so I have my living room back.

How the fuck is it only Wednesday tomorrow?

Comments

[lonelywalker]

Digressions? I'm pretty sure the whole thing was porn and angst. And angsty porn and porny angst. Poor Henry.

This is where having one request that's short and easily accessible pays off - like a music video. But some of these look like epic anime series and multi-novel arcs. Then again, there may be a bunch of people who are nominating but not adding to that thread.

*pitches The Art of Fielding at you*

[kittydesade]

There was supposed to be action! I think. I'm pretty sure Henry was supposed to shoot someone in self defense and then maybe go to jail for that and for the crimes he really did commit. Or maybe not. But yes. There was a lot of angsty porn.

Uh-huh. I'm hoping that's the case. And I am not watching any epic anime before Yuletide, no siree Bob. I can manage reading at high speeds, but not watching anime.

You've been talking about this! What is this?

[lonelywalker]

Yes, we had this whole thing planned out about how on earth Henry could be happy. But it took weeks (months?) to even get there.

The Art of Fielding is a book! It's about five people at a little college in Wisconsin - three baseball players, the college president, and his daughter. At one crucial game our hero Henry (yes, another Henry!) makes a bad throw, hitting his friend Owen in the face. As a result, he just can't play anymore, and everyone's lives spiral out of control in one way or another. It's largely a book about being "blocked", whether from throwing correctly or writing a novel, monomaniacal pursuit of one thing, whether that's playing baseball or seducing the hot young student you've fallen for, and facing the reality of having to grow up and leave college one day, whether you're 22 or 62.

It's a surprisingly funny book, with great characters, and of course my personal favourite of the May-December interracial gay romance (which has to win literary trope bingo). I think you'd like it, at the very least from the literature geekery / writing angle.

Here's the author, Chad Harbach, reading an early chapter in which baseball prodigy Henry is trying to cope with life at college, his parents' dislike of his gay roommate Owen, and the perpetual problem of wearing the wrong jeans. I was listening to this at work one day and completely cracked up at one part. You will probably realize where.