there is, sadly, not much porn
Mar. 21st, 2009 08:34 pmYou know how in the Wizard of Oz Kansas is all sepia and gray and colorless? And Oz is brightly colored and happy and sunny? Replace Kansas with "Washington" and Oz with "Louisiana" and you have my thought process upon flying into Sea-Tac. Quadruple it and you have my thought process upon making it over the Pass and then down into the valley.
And clearly I've been in New Orleans too long; we started creeping up the pass and patches of snow began to appear and my head nearly exploded. WHAT IS THIS WHITE CRAP OH MY GOD?
...oh right...snow.
As per usual for my flight plans, a nice two hour delay at the New Orleans airport, but at least I didn't miss my connecting flight this time, and the shuttle was on time too! Which I am inclined to look on as a plus. I also reread The Silver Chair on the plane. Hey, who knew they described Caspian's Cair Paravel there? Not me. Me being me, I was more interested in where the hell the ruined tower is, because the geography Lewis gives us means it's not the Pevensies' Cair Paravel. North and over the river. Huh. Do I have to make up another ruined castle? (What if it's Miraz's castle? It can't be Arn Abedin -- which isn't canon anyway -- because Arn Abedin is in the far west. But Cair Paravel is eastward of Caspian's castle.)
Oh, oh! And that bit about the marsh-wiggles doing all the water jobs in Narnia! I am kind of curious what Adamson meant to do with that, considering the fact that the marsh-wiggles never showed up in LWW or PC, and it would have been a good way to introduce a race that's important later on. (I actually have various marsh-wiggle related problems going on in the Golden Age, in a Peter/Susan fic that'll probably make its way up here soon, but I'm kind of curious why they haven't appeared before.) I'd forgotten that Lewis said that in SC, and it hasn't been honored in LB, but the marshes are coming up in Dust at some point anyway.
I do feel kind of reassured about Eustace and Jill's characterization in Dust, though. I wasn't pulling it completely out of thin air, and I'd started worrying about that.
And if, for whatever reason, you think the following words did not cross my mind on my way back, you do not know me:
"OH MY GOD I CANNOT WRITE ADULTEROUS LESBIAN PORN RIGHT NEXT TO A BUNCH OF HUNGOVER FRAT BOYS ON THEIR WAY TO PUERTO VALLARTA."
And...that was the last thing I wrote until I got to Seattle.
And clearly I've been in New Orleans too long; we started creeping up the pass and patches of snow began to appear and my head nearly exploded. WHAT IS THIS WHITE CRAP OH MY GOD?
...oh right...snow.
As per usual for my flight plans, a nice two hour delay at the New Orleans airport, but at least I didn't miss my connecting flight this time, and the shuttle was on time too! Which I am inclined to look on as a plus. I also reread The Silver Chair on the plane. Hey, who knew they described Caspian's Cair Paravel there? Not me. Me being me, I was more interested in where the hell the ruined tower is, because the geography Lewis gives us means it's not the Pevensies' Cair Paravel. North and over the river. Huh. Do I have to make up another ruined castle? (What if it's Miraz's castle? It can't be Arn Abedin -- which isn't canon anyway -- because Arn Abedin is in the far west. But Cair Paravel is eastward of Caspian's castle.)
Oh, oh! And that bit about the marsh-wiggles doing all the water jobs in Narnia! I am kind of curious what Adamson meant to do with that, considering the fact that the marsh-wiggles never showed up in LWW or PC, and it would have been a good way to introduce a race that's important later on. (I actually have various marsh-wiggle related problems going on in the Golden Age, in a Peter/Susan fic that'll probably make its way up here soon, but I'm kind of curious why they haven't appeared before.) I'd forgotten that Lewis said that in SC, and it hasn't been honored in LB, but the marshes are coming up in Dust at some point anyway.
I do feel kind of reassured about Eustace and Jill's characterization in Dust, though. I wasn't pulling it completely out of thin air, and I'd started worrying about that.
And if, for whatever reason, you think the following words did not cross my mind on my way back, you do not know me:
"OH MY GOD I CANNOT WRITE ADULTEROUS LESBIAN PORN RIGHT NEXT TO A BUNCH OF HUNGOVER FRAT BOYS ON THEIR WAY TO PUERTO VALLARTA."
And...that was the last thing I wrote until I got to Seattle.