washable cthulhoid orang-utans
Wednesday, 22 November 2006 12:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtNot for any particular reason, mind you, other than a more than usually wayward-puppy conversation with the Usual Suspects last night after the usual amounts of gin. Besides, it'll make jo happy. I seem to remember the consensus being that if an army of washable cthulhoid orang-utans accidentally ate Washington, America actually wouldn't be able to blame Iraq.
The conversation also veered randomly to Pratchett, thus alienating the sofa (stv and Tinnimentum, who don't read Pratchett, although otherwise they're very likeable), but gave the rest of us a quick workout on the perennial problem, viz. who to cast in the film version of any City Watch novel. Jo says Ralph Fiennes for the Patrician, I say Joseph Fiennes, whose beard and narrower face I prefer. We are utterly unable to work out who has the necessary craggy face and repressed anger for Vimes. I still think Carrot needs to be played by the bastard lovechild of Orlando Bloom and someone devious, but am not coming up with a sufficiently devious someone. Any suggestions? on any of the above?
Apart from being horribly filled with demanding academic research and writing, my life stretches bleak and desolate before me, on account of how the Evil Landlord had a small, restrained, Germanic wiggins on Monday night and packed up all his computer games into a large box, which he gave to Phlp with strict instructions not to return it under any circumstances. This means that I can no longer play ShadowMagic. On the downside, woe; on the upside, I'm certainly getting a lot more work done. I believe the house now contains only the Mist series, Oblivion and Morrowind, the latter of which is sitting innocently on my bookshelf waiting to be played as a Reward when I've finished the book. Sigh.
Department Of Random Dispatches From The Frontier: Tolkien says that in defining fairy tale "it is precisely the colouring, the atmosphere, the unclassifiable individual details of a story, and above all the general purport that informs with life the undissected bones of the plot, that really count." Is it just me, or is he being terminally vague?
The conversation also veered randomly to Pratchett, thus alienating the sofa (stv and Tinnimentum, who don't read Pratchett, although otherwise they're very likeable), but gave the rest of us a quick workout on the perennial problem, viz. who to cast in the film version of any City Watch novel. Jo says Ralph Fiennes for the Patrician, I say Joseph Fiennes, whose beard and narrower face I prefer. We are utterly unable to work out who has the necessary craggy face and repressed anger for Vimes. I still think Carrot needs to be played by the bastard lovechild of Orlando Bloom and someone devious, but am not coming up with a sufficiently devious someone. Any suggestions? on any of the above?
Apart from being horribly filled with demanding academic research and writing, my life stretches bleak and desolate before me, on account of how the Evil Landlord had a small, restrained, Germanic wiggins on Monday night and packed up all his computer games into a large box, which he gave to Phlp with strict instructions not to return it under any circumstances. This means that I can no longer play ShadowMagic. On the downside, woe; on the upside, I'm certainly getting a lot more work done. I believe the house now contains only the Mist series, Oblivion and Morrowind, the latter of which is sitting innocently on my bookshelf waiting to be played as a Reward when I've finished the book. Sigh.
Department Of Random Dispatches From The Frontier: Tolkien says that in defining fairy tale "it is precisely the colouring, the atmosphere, the unclassifiable individual details of a story, and above all the general purport that informs with life the undissected bones of the plot, that really count." Is it just me, or is he being terminally vague?
