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evila_elfOOh, I wonder what all I am going to type up here.
I was talking to a friend on Astonia and we were both doing a mission, killing these demons. With the /who command, you can see who else is in your area. This guy I have been chatting with for about a year was somewhere in this area and we were making 'fun' of this third person who didn't seem to notice us chatting about her. Sometime later, she left. Here follows the conversation.
Me: We are alone
friend: Abfab gave it up then
me: For now at least
friend: She knows I like you. Probably won't be back
me: lol! You insinuation that she is jealous? or scared?
friend: Nope, just jealous, which is worse.\
me: Jealous over which one of us? :P
friend: hmmmmm
me: Don't think too hard o.o
friend: butbut.....who...
me: lol!
Okay, kinda lame, but I sure got a kick out of it!
The episode shown on Tuesday, when Wilson was mentioning about seeing Stacy for dinner and he was asking for House's permission to go on the dinner date, or what ever it was. I was explaining to Dad about who Stacy was since it didn't really make it clear in the episode. Right out of the blue Dad whispered that he had thought House was homosexual. I had my giggling fit later about that. Wish I would have had the nerve to ask whether he meant the first time he saw the episode, the conversation a few scenes before that...or up until that point. Damn it. Be too wierd to ask now :( He already caught me watching a slashy music Vid to The OC awhile back....
This guy (Robert Sean Leonard) amazes me! I had first seen him in Swing Kids, but was watching that for Christian Bale at the time and completely ignored his character :( Anyways, I have watched quite a handful of his movies already, and so far, every role he has played is completely different from the others!
Because I can, here is a role list of the movies I have seen:
1: Oncologist (sp?) :P
2: A gay man with Aids
3: A mentally challenged adult with a bastard of a father I want to kill *cough*
4: A swing Kid turned Nazi? The plot escapes me.
5: A boy who wants to act, but his father tries to force him to become a doctor
6: The 'responsible' eldest of 7 boys. Named Alfred *snicker*
7: A southern cotton farmer. Father. Complete with accent, overalls, and hat.
8: Just rented one where he is a lieutenant on a battleship. Looking forward to watching that one.
For amusement purposes, I will add to this list as I watch some more of his movies...so says me now.
And, because I can't resist any longer *bounces* :
This is what I started typing several nights ago. I think I mentioned it somewhere. I have pretty much scrapped everything I have written in my notebook for it, since the typed version is writting itself, it seems. Hopefully posting it will give me the motivation to write some more on it. Oh, and I have a problem with tenses, this is the first I have tried to write using the present tense. Could you please point out any errors if they jump out at you?
This is going to try to be House/Wilson comfort fic, or at least a strong friendship one. OKay, enough babbling. Here is a part of part 1 of an untitled House/Wilson House fic. *dies laughing* Definately time for bed!
Part of part 1
House, trying to find a new place to hide from Cuddy and clinic duty, strolls into the cafeteria. His eyes dart around, deeming the place safe before grabbing a wrapped-up mystery sandwich, looking for a place to sit and to pretend he is eating. He spies Wilson sitting to one side, pushing around his lunch on the styrofoam plate. “Shall we not eat together?” he suggests, sitting down across from his friend and unwrapping his sandwich.
James Wilson smirks, but doesn’t look up from the very entertaining task of pushing his food from one side of the plate to the other. “Hiding?” he asks, already knowing the answer, but liking to hear House talk.
“Hiding?” He takes on an offended look. “Do I look like I am hiding to you?” He gestures around to all the people who can see him when Wilson glances up. “If I wanted to hide, I would visit the paternity ward.”
“Because no one would go looking for you there.”
“Exactly.” Because he would never bring himself to go so far as to hide there. He tunes out the thought of crying babies. “Who is winning the race? Peas or carrots?”
Wilson moves a piece of lettuce to the left side of the tray with a flick of his fork. “So far, the lettuce is beating the pants off of peas and carrots.”
“Lucky them,” House mutters, clearing his throat right after. “Obvious question: Not hungry?”
Wilson answers with a shake of his head. “Too much has been going on lately here. And at home,” he says as an afterthought. “Just haven’t had much of an appetite lately.”
House notices for the first time the drawn look about his friend’s face. “Since when?”
He sets his fork down and rubs his eyes. “A few weeks? Not sure, really. Lost several patients. Hate this job sometimes.” He shakes his head sadly, wondering why a simple question brings to mind the parts of his job that he tries to put out of it.
“House!”
The yell causes House and several people sitting nearby to jump. He grimaces, not turning to look at the furious Cuddy storming towards him. He wrinkles his nose and takes a big bite from the sandwich, turning to greet the woman. He says something that could either be a ‘hello’ or some muffled form of a curse, his mouth full.
Wilson smiles a goodbye, then makes his getaway, tossing his lunch into the trash. He can hear Cuddy chewing out House and can hear him offering her a bite of sandwich. The sudden thought of food mixed with the smell from the ripe garbage can turns his stomach and he hurries from the room.
Cuddy notices House’s attention shift from ignoring her to the closing door.
House had been watching Wilson walk away from the corner of his eye, pretending to savor his sandwich. He sees the younger man pause at the trash can, get a little tipsy, then dart from the lunch area. He frowns and mutters an “excuse me” as he stands and nudges Cuddy from his path, leaving.
I was talking to a friend on Astonia and we were both doing a mission, killing these demons. With the /who command, you can see who else is in your area. This guy I have been chatting with for about a year was somewhere in this area and we were making 'fun' of this third person who didn't seem to notice us chatting about her. Sometime later, she left. Here follows the conversation.
Me: We are alone
friend: Abfab gave it up then
me: For now at least
friend: She knows I like you. Probably won't be back
me: lol! You insinuation that she is jealous? or scared?
friend: Nope, just jealous, which is worse.\
me: Jealous over which one of us? :P
friend: hmmmmm
me: Don't think too hard o.o
friend: butbut.....who...
me: lol!
Okay, kinda lame, but I sure got a kick out of it!
The episode shown on Tuesday, when Wilson was mentioning about seeing Stacy for dinner and he was asking for House's permission to go on the dinner date, or what ever it was. I was explaining to Dad about who Stacy was since it didn't really make it clear in the episode. Right out of the blue Dad whispered that he had thought House was homosexual. I had my giggling fit later about that. Wish I would have had the nerve to ask whether he meant the first time he saw the episode, the conversation a few scenes before that...or up until that point. Damn it. Be too wierd to ask now :( He already caught me watching a slashy music Vid to The OC awhile back....
This guy (Robert Sean Leonard) amazes me! I had first seen him in Swing Kids, but was watching that for Christian Bale at the time and completely ignored his character :( Anyways, I have watched quite a handful of his movies already, and so far, every role he has played is completely different from the others!
Because I can, here is a role list of the movies I have seen:
1: Oncologist (sp?) :P
2: A gay man with Aids
3: A mentally challenged adult with a bastard of a father I want to kill *cough*
4: A swing Kid turned Nazi? The plot escapes me.
5: A boy who wants to act, but his father tries to force him to become a doctor
6: The 'responsible' eldest of 7 boys. Named Alfred *snicker*
7: A southern cotton farmer. Father. Complete with accent, overalls, and hat.
8: Just rented one where he is a lieutenant on a battleship. Looking forward to watching that one.
For amusement purposes, I will add to this list as I watch some more of his movies...so says me now.
And, because I can't resist any longer *bounces* :
This is what I started typing several nights ago. I think I mentioned it somewhere. I have pretty much scrapped everything I have written in my notebook for it, since the typed version is writting itself, it seems. Hopefully posting it will give me the motivation to write some more on it. Oh, and I have a problem with tenses, this is the first I have tried to write using the present tense. Could you please point out any errors if they jump out at you?
This is going to try to be House/Wilson comfort fic, or at least a strong friendship one. OKay, enough babbling. Here is a part of part 1 of an untitled House/Wilson House fic. *dies laughing* Definately time for bed!
Part of part 1
House, trying to find a new place to hide from Cuddy and clinic duty, strolls into the cafeteria. His eyes dart around, deeming the place safe before grabbing a wrapped-up mystery sandwich, looking for a place to sit and to pretend he is eating. He spies Wilson sitting to one side, pushing around his lunch on the styrofoam plate. “Shall we not eat together?” he suggests, sitting down across from his friend and unwrapping his sandwich.
James Wilson smirks, but doesn’t look up from the very entertaining task of pushing his food from one side of the plate to the other. “Hiding?” he asks, already knowing the answer, but liking to hear House talk.
“Hiding?” He takes on an offended look. “Do I look like I am hiding to you?” He gestures around to all the people who can see him when Wilson glances up. “If I wanted to hide, I would visit the paternity ward.”
“Because no one would go looking for you there.”
“Exactly.” Because he would never bring himself to go so far as to hide there. He tunes out the thought of crying babies. “Who is winning the race? Peas or carrots?”
Wilson moves a piece of lettuce to the left side of the tray with a flick of his fork. “So far, the lettuce is beating the pants off of peas and carrots.”
“Lucky them,” House mutters, clearing his throat right after. “Obvious question: Not hungry?”
Wilson answers with a shake of his head. “Too much has been going on lately here. And at home,” he says as an afterthought. “Just haven’t had much of an appetite lately.”
House notices for the first time the drawn look about his friend’s face. “Since when?”
He sets his fork down and rubs his eyes. “A few weeks? Not sure, really. Lost several patients. Hate this job sometimes.” He shakes his head sadly, wondering why a simple question brings to mind the parts of his job that he tries to put out of it.
“House!”
The yell causes House and several people sitting nearby to jump. He grimaces, not turning to look at the furious Cuddy storming towards him. He wrinkles his nose and takes a big bite from the sandwich, turning to greet the woman. He says something that could either be a ‘hello’ or some muffled form of a curse, his mouth full.
Wilson smiles a goodbye, then makes his getaway, tossing his lunch into the trash. He can hear Cuddy chewing out House and can hear him offering her a bite of sandwich. The sudden thought of food mixed with the smell from the ripe garbage can turns his stomach and he hurries from the room.
Cuddy notices House’s attention shift from ignoring her to the closing door.
House had been watching Wilson walk away from the corner of his eye, pretending to savor his sandwich. He sees the younger man pause at the trash can, get a little tipsy, then dart from the lunch area. He frowns and mutters an “excuse me” as he stands and nudges Cuddy from his path, leaving.
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Date: 2005-07-21 02:03 pm (UTC)As for RSL...I have Chelsea Walls on my netflix queue. I wanted to get In The Gloaming too but Netflix didn't have it, so I'm wondering if I'll have to go to a "real" rental store for that.
May I ask which movie it is where he plays a mentally challenged adult? I'd like to add that to my queue too.
*looks longingly at fic before dashing off*
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Date: 2005-07-21 04:54 pm (UTC)The Movie is The Boys Next Door. I need to add that to my To-Buy-List list. Such a great entertaining film. Double check you are getting the right version, because there are several (including one with Charlie Sheen) that has the same title.
Give me another few weeks and I will probably have seen every movie he was ever in lol. I hate my lack of control...sometimes :P
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Date: 2005-07-21 04:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-21 04:56 pm (UTC)Lotta Wilson torture in the future that I have planned, if I can pull it off.
Trying something different about this story and just casually letting it write itself. Normally I end up getting stuck by having the fic get so crappy that I can't stand to write any more on it. *crosses fingers*