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Dec. 28th, 2010 07:43 amAs good luck mojo for the trip home- adorable, yappy little puppies.
Dec. 28th, 2010
Yuletide recs
Dec. 28th, 2010 07:44 amFrom Beverly Cleary's Ramona series, Ramona's Law of Reciprocal Actions, in which the characters from the books are (plausibly, wonderfully) aged up to being teenagers. I hadn't reread this series in about twenty-five years; once I started reading, the time simply fell away. Absolutely lovely.
The Start of a Beautiful Something: A Futurama fic involving Fry, Leela, and Bender in a threesome. No, really. Trust me- it's amazing. (Thanks for reccing this one, Jill; I very much doubt I would have partaken otherwise.)
The Roommate of +10 Confusion, featuring Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes and Jason Fox of Foxtrot as freshman college roommates. I must quote- must, I say:
Soon it enough it was nearly time for Thanksgiving break, and still Jason hadn't figured out what Calvin might do next. One morning he woke up to Calvin violently recreating the battle of Waterloo on the floor between their beds with a combination of Jason's action figures (the non-vintage ones, thankyouverymuch) and his own dinosaurs and sculpted monstrosities. Strawberry jam-colored blood was smeared all over the floor, and Napoleon was played by Quincy, who mostly sat very still and blinked a lot under his bicorn hat. Another time he walked in on Calvin dancing along to horrible pop music with Hobbes in his arms, both of them sporting some truly hideous sunglasses.
Some days he would wake up and Calvin would just be gone, Hobbes too, and he wouldn't see either of them for days. They would come back smelling like the ocean, or toting cardboard boxes with enigmatic titles like transmatter array, or they'd come back silently, in the middle of the night, so that when he woke up in the morning it was to the sight of a herd of plaster aliens marching down the middle of their room and the sound of Calvin's snores.
Once he even stumbled upon Calvin leading a one-man (well, one man and one tiger) protest in front of the Administration building, fist raised high in defiance against the 'socially defined definition of success as purely monetary, with education being a means to an end.' Or something. Jason wasn't paying attention – he was mostly focused on the sign that Calvin had propped up against Hobbes at his feet that read “Make tuna sandwiches, not war.”
The Start of a Beautiful Something: A Futurama fic involving Fry, Leela, and Bender in a threesome. No, really. Trust me- it's amazing. (Thanks for reccing this one, Jill; I very much doubt I would have partaken otherwise.)
The Roommate of +10 Confusion, featuring Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes and Jason Fox of Foxtrot as freshman college roommates. I must quote- must, I say:
Soon it enough it was nearly time for Thanksgiving break, and still Jason hadn't figured out what Calvin might do next. One morning he woke up to Calvin violently recreating the battle of Waterloo on the floor between their beds with a combination of Jason's action figures (the non-vintage ones, thankyouverymuch) and his own dinosaurs and sculpted monstrosities. Strawberry jam-colored blood was smeared all over the floor, and Napoleon was played by Quincy, who mostly sat very still and blinked a lot under his bicorn hat. Another time he walked in on Calvin dancing along to horrible pop music with Hobbes in his arms, both of them sporting some truly hideous sunglasses.
Some days he would wake up and Calvin would just be gone, Hobbes too, and he wouldn't see either of them for days. They would come back smelling like the ocean, or toting cardboard boxes with enigmatic titles like transmatter array, or they'd come back silently, in the middle of the night, so that when he woke up in the morning it was to the sight of a herd of plaster aliens marching down the middle of their room and the sound of Calvin's snores.
Once he even stumbled upon Calvin leading a one-man (well, one man and one tiger) protest in front of the Administration building, fist raised high in defiance against the 'socially defined definition of success as purely monetary, with education being a means to an end.' Or something. Jason wasn't paying attention – he was mostly focused on the sign that Calvin had propped up against Hobbes at his feet that read “Make tuna sandwiches, not war.”