QAF - The American Version.
Jul. 28th, 2003 01:21 amI planned this rant a while ago, when
aneli8 and I watched it, but never got around to it, and now that I have time and a day off tomorrow - WOOHOO! SLEEP! - I thought I'd throw in my two cents.
( In short? The British one is gold, and this sucks. I mean, really. )
And today was bad until two things happened:
1) I met one of the producers of "Law & Order". (He did the first 4 years.) He'd written my favorite episode ever. I got to shake his hand, and he told me I had made his night. It was fucking brilliant. (He came into the store, and he wore a L&O t-shirt, which is how we started talking...)
"Oh, you're a fan?"
"Yeah, I love it!"
"I worked on it for four years, actually."
"REALLY?!" (I'm thinking: camera-man? He looks all dishevelled and whatnot, could be on the crew...)
"Yeah, I wrote and produced it."
"..."
2) I was going home, and just sat down on the train and was about to continue reading my book, when, from two seats down, someone turns to me and asks: "Excuse me, it's Liz, isn't it?"
Guess who! You guessed it. The change-dropping boy. I laughed. We talked and he's very funny and nice, and we had fun, and he gave me his email address in the end. I think I'll email him. I'll tell him that I am very much spoken for, and I hope that he still wants to hang out, because he's nice and fun and seems pretty normal (he promised me he wasn't stalking me...) And I told Sam, anyway. And I KNOW that nothing will happen, because I don't want it to. So, yeah.
I was amused. Anyone else amused? I laughed all the way home. My mom laughed with me.
And I finally found where all the At Swims are. They're on a table, in fact, with the new paperback fiction books. Now I know where to point people. This is most excellent.
Boy, am I in need of a day off. But it's still good, even when it sucks. Because, at the end of the day, I walk out and feel like I've accomplished something, and that feels damn good after all.
But, oh, how I needed to talk to you today! I need your shoulder to weep on, I feel so lost! Alexander, how could you! Tell me a time and I WILL call. Because this is just so wrong. So, so wrong.
And I owe emails, which I will answer tomorrow, like a good girl. Why?
Because I have a day off! Woohoo!
( In short? The British one is gold, and this sucks. I mean, really. )
And today was bad until two things happened:
1) I met one of the producers of "Law & Order". (He did the first 4 years.) He'd written my favorite episode ever. I got to shake his hand, and he told me I had made his night. It was fucking brilliant. (He came into the store, and he wore a L&O t-shirt, which is how we started talking...)
"Oh, you're a fan?"
"Yeah, I love it!"
"I worked on it for four years, actually."
"REALLY?!" (I'm thinking: camera-man? He looks all dishevelled and whatnot, could be on the crew...)
"Yeah, I wrote and produced it."
"..."
2) I was going home, and just sat down on the train and was about to continue reading my book, when, from two seats down, someone turns to me and asks: "Excuse me, it's Liz, isn't it?"
Guess who! You guessed it. The change-dropping boy. I laughed. We talked and he's very funny and nice, and we had fun, and he gave me his email address in the end. I think I'll email him. I'll tell him that I am very much spoken for, and I hope that he still wants to hang out, because he's nice and fun and seems pretty normal (he promised me he wasn't stalking me...) And I told Sam, anyway. And I KNOW that nothing will happen, because I don't want it to. So, yeah.
I was amused. Anyone else amused? I laughed all the way home. My mom laughed with me.
And I finally found where all the At Swims are. They're on a table, in fact, with the new paperback fiction books. Now I know where to point people. This is most excellent.
Boy, am I in need of a day off. But it's still good, even when it sucks. Because, at the end of the day, I walk out and feel like I've accomplished something, and that feels damn good after all.
But, oh, how I needed to talk to you today! I need your shoulder to weep on, I feel so lost! Alexander, how could you! Tell me a time and I WILL call. Because this is just so wrong. So, so wrong.
And I owe emails, which I will answer tomorrow, like a good girl. Why?
Because I have a day off! Woohoo!