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Jan. 16th, 2010 02:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coyotegothThe scene: Casa del Coyote, early this morning. Groggy from a hella night at work, our hero stumbles into the kitchen...
...which is blazing with lights: there's a film shoot in progress. I'm staring down the barrel of a video camera; lights are everywhere; my kitchen is packed with crew people. No, this is not a dream; no, I was not cautioned to expect this by He Who Doth Have Much to Answer For. A preternatural hush; the crew and I stare at one another. Show no fear, I remember thinking. Film crews sense fear, and they will attack. As my brain fumbles for a response, I glance up at my apartment mate: he's up on a ladder, taping gods-know-what to the ceiling. Our gazes meet. Before I can look away, he pounces:
"What do you think, Fred- was Superman a submissive...?"
Exeunt.
...which is blazing with lights: there's a film shoot in progress. I'm staring down the barrel of a video camera; lights are everywhere; my kitchen is packed with crew people. No, this is not a dream; no, I was not cautioned to expect this by He Who Doth Have Much to Answer For. A preternatural hush; the crew and I stare at one another. Show no fear, I remember thinking. Film crews sense fear, and they will attack. As my brain fumbles for a response, I glance up at my apartment mate: he's up on a ladder, taping gods-know-what to the ceiling. Our gazes meet. Before I can look away, he pounces:
"What do you think, Fred- was Superman a submissive...?"
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Actually
Date: 2010-01-17 01:53 am (UTC)