Cotton Candy Bingo: "The Cat's Pajamas"
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cottoncandy_bingo, a fest devoted to light-hearted creativity. You can view my bingo card here. I'm filling the prompts from my poetic series and shared worlds, so they kind of blur the lines between original and fandom content. If you like my poetry, check out my Poetry Fishbowl project, because once a month you have a chance to give me prompts for the kind of poetry you want to read.
The following poem belongs to Schrodinger's Heroes, featuring the imaginary fandom of an apocryphal television show. It's science fiction about quantum physics and saving the world from alternate dimensions. It features a very mixed cast in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. This project developed with input from multiple people, and it's open for everyone to play in. You can read more about the background, the characters, and a bunch of assorted content on the menu page.
Fandom: Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Prompt: Wearing pajamas all day
Medium: Poetry
Summary: Strange blobs of energy come through the portal. Somehow, our heroes never get around to changing into their day clothes.
Content Notes: I couldn't resist including some cotton candy references in this one.
The Cat's Pajamas
When the alarm went off,
Alex ran into the control room
wearing nothing but ice-blue satin pajamas.
Dawn was no more than a skein of pink
tangled along the eastern horizon,
but the Teferact was lit up with clouds of energy
like cotton candy fresh from the fair.
The air smelled of burnt sugar and ozone.
Kay skidded into the room,
her bare feet squeaking over the linoleum.
She wore a camo t-shirt and men's undershorts,
with her gun belt slung awkwardly over one shoulder.
"What's the major malfunction of the day?" she asked.
"It looks like some kind of energy incursion,"
Alex said, her fingers tapping away at a keyboard.
The alarm stopped. The computers whirred into action.
The screens began to fill with images,
graphs and spreadsheets and dense blocks of text.
Bailey arrived next, pajama pants snugged around his hips,
thick unbleached cotton pale against his milk-chocolate skin.
"Any hardware problems I should know about?"
he asked Alex, leaning over her shoulder.
"None so far, but the smell makes me suspicious,"
she said absently as she scribbled an equation on a napkin.
"Use the computer tablet," Bailey said, "that's why you got it."
"Sometimes I think better in pen," Alex muttered,
and moved to put the pen into the pocket of her pajamas.
Bailey intercepted it, slipped a pocket protector
into the breast pocket of her top, then put in the pen.
Ash padded in, her heather-gray nightshirt
hanging off a copper shoulder,
its dreamcatcher decal peeling at the edges.
"I smell ozone," she said.
"Please tell me the software is still intact."
"No discernible damage to software or hardware
at this time," Alex replied.
"Also I smell cotton candy," Ash grumbled
as she took a chair next to Alex,
"which reminds me of the fair,
which reminds me of powwows,
and now I want frybread
but noooooo, I have to save the world instead."
Alex remembered that Ash
was not a morning person.
Morgan, being an astronomer, was more or less
an any-hour-of-day-or-night person.
She showed up in a floral print wrap
that covered whatever she might or might not
have on underneath it.
"Why do we suddenly have an aurora
in our very weird backyard?" she asked.
"Aurora!" Alex yelped,
her hands scrabbling at another keyboard.
"Correlating data, come on, render image already ..."
The nearest screen flared, waveforms rippling to life
and then collapsing.
"No match," Alex declared.
Quinn sauntered in with a plate of pop-tarts,
his turquoise hair not yet gelled into spikes,
dressed in a purple babydoll top and a thong.
"Does anyone else feel like singing,
or is it just me?" he asked.
"I thought it was just me," said Ash.
She reached over and stole one of his pop-tarts.
"These are awful. I still want frybread."
"Well, Pat's still at home," said Quinn,
"so there is no frybread, no coffee,
and no PR support if we screw up
in some way that attracts television cameras."
Ash was humming something.
Alex leaned closer and recognized
one of the light-hearted songs sometimes played
for the little girls' powwow dances,
if she remembered correctly from Ash's video collection.
Quinn's fingers tapped on the desktop,
and Alex couldn't name the tune
but it was something light and quick,
altogether too cheerful to be expected
at not-quite-dawn in the morning.
Hadn't there been a similar occurrence
several months ago, involving an incursion
from one of the moral vectors?
"Bailey, dig through that closet over there,"
Alex said, waving a hand in the right direction,
"get the thing that looks like a curling iron,
and stick it out the nearest window."
Sure enough, when Bailey did so,
the little rod lit up pink and blue and yellow
and Alex's computer trilled happily.
"We have karma tribbles again?" Bailey said.
"The data sets match almost perfectly,"
Alex said, as the waveforms
danced across the screen.
"I got out of bed in the dark for this?"
Ash demanded.
"The sun's up now,"
Kay replied indifferently.
Ash glared at her.
"Anyway," said Alex,
"we can cancel the emergency.
According to my calculations,
these will do just what the others did:
find the most obnoxious person they can
and balance the positive-negative energy field."
"So we don't have to round them up,
we can just go back to bed
and let them do their thing?" Ash said.
"Those aren't little tribbles like before,"
Kay pointed out.
"They are the size of bears."
"In that case," Quinn said with a smirk,
"I think some wicked people
are about to have a very bad day."
Alex thought about
the local KKK chapter,
and the good ol' boys who
lobbied for voter suppression,
and the idiots who seemed to think
that a fence along the border was a fine idea.
Apparently everyone else
was thinking along similar lines,
because they all began to laugh at the same time.
Sometimes, the best way to save the world
was to know when to sit back
and watch.
Then Pat arrived,
wearing jeans and a polo shirt,
and he stood in the door of the control room
staring at the rest of them.
"Okay, I feel a little overdressed," he said.
Alex stretched luxuriously,
the pale blue satin of her pajama sleeves
sliding along the creamy skin of her arms.
"I think we've done enough work today,"
she said. "Does anyone else feel like getting dressed?
Because I really don't."
Everyone murmured agreement.
"Right, I'll just go change then,"
Pat said without hesitation.
Alex did go back to her bedroom for her slippers,
and by the time she reached the living room,
Bailey was setting out cereal, bowls, fruit, and milk.
Quinn had turned on the entertainment center
and now the Roadrunner sped across a technicolor desert.
Pat strolled into the living room,
now properly dressed in flannels,
dragging a spare pajama top by one sleeve,
on which Alex's cat Schrodinger snored serenely.
"I found him in my bedroom.
I swear, this cat can walk through walls,"
Pat said. "Ah well, any day when we can
save the world before breakfast
is definitely the cat's pajamas!"
Morgan threw a banana peel at Pat's head,
but Alex thought he had the right idea.
Quinn whistled along as the Roadrunner's nemesis
plummeted toward the bottom of a canyon.
"... and Coyote was squashed flatter than a grass mat,"
Ash quoted, bursting into giggles.
Alex snitched the controller from Quinn's lap.
"My turn," she said firmly,
and selected an episode of Beany & Cecil.
cottoncandy_bingo, a fest devoted to light-hearted creativity. You can view my bingo card here. I'm filling the prompts from my poetic series and shared worlds, so they kind of blur the lines between original and fandom content. If you like my poetry, check out my Poetry Fishbowl project, because once a month you have a chance to give me prompts for the kind of poetry you want to read.The following poem belongs to Schrodinger's Heroes, featuring the imaginary fandom of an apocryphal television show. It's science fiction about quantum physics and saving the world from alternate dimensions. It features a very mixed cast in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. This project developed with input from multiple people, and it's open for everyone to play in. You can read more about the background, the characters, and a bunch of assorted content on the menu page.
Fandom: Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Prompt: Wearing pajamas all day
Medium: Poetry
Summary: Strange blobs of energy come through the portal. Somehow, our heroes never get around to changing into their day clothes.
Content Notes: I couldn't resist including some cotton candy references in this one.
The Cat's Pajamas
When the alarm went off,
Alex ran into the control room
wearing nothing but ice-blue satin pajamas.
Dawn was no more than a skein of pink
tangled along the eastern horizon,
but the Teferact was lit up with clouds of energy
like cotton candy fresh from the fair.
The air smelled of burnt sugar and ozone.
Kay skidded into the room,
her bare feet squeaking over the linoleum.
She wore a camo t-shirt and men's undershorts,
with her gun belt slung awkwardly over one shoulder.
"What's the major malfunction of the day?" she asked.
"It looks like some kind of energy incursion,"
Alex said, her fingers tapping away at a keyboard.
The alarm stopped. The computers whirred into action.
The screens began to fill with images,
graphs and spreadsheets and dense blocks of text.
Bailey arrived next, pajama pants snugged around his hips,
thick unbleached cotton pale against his milk-chocolate skin.
"Any hardware problems I should know about?"
he asked Alex, leaning over her shoulder.
"None so far, but the smell makes me suspicious,"
she said absently as she scribbled an equation on a napkin.
"Use the computer tablet," Bailey said, "that's why you got it."
"Sometimes I think better in pen," Alex muttered,
and moved to put the pen into the pocket of her pajamas.
Bailey intercepted it, slipped a pocket protector
into the breast pocket of her top, then put in the pen.
Ash padded in, her heather-gray nightshirt
hanging off a copper shoulder,
its dreamcatcher decal peeling at the edges.
"I smell ozone," she said.
"Please tell me the software is still intact."
"No discernible damage to software or hardware
at this time," Alex replied.
"Also I smell cotton candy," Ash grumbled
as she took a chair next to Alex,
"which reminds me of the fair,
which reminds me of powwows,
and now I want frybread
but noooooo, I have to save the world instead."
Alex remembered that Ash
was not a morning person.
Morgan, being an astronomer, was more or less
an any-hour-of-day-or-night person.
She showed up in a floral print wrap
that covered whatever she might or might not
have on underneath it.
"Why do we suddenly have an aurora
in our very weird backyard?" she asked.
"Aurora!" Alex yelped,
her hands scrabbling at another keyboard.
"Correlating data, come on, render image already ..."
The nearest screen flared, waveforms rippling to life
and then collapsing.
"No match," Alex declared.
Quinn sauntered in with a plate of pop-tarts,
his turquoise hair not yet gelled into spikes,
dressed in a purple babydoll top and a thong.
"Does anyone else feel like singing,
or is it just me?" he asked.
"I thought it was just me," said Ash.
She reached over and stole one of his pop-tarts.
"These are awful. I still want frybread."
"Well, Pat's still at home," said Quinn,
"so there is no frybread, no coffee,
and no PR support if we screw up
in some way that attracts television cameras."
Ash was humming something.
Alex leaned closer and recognized
one of the light-hearted songs sometimes played
for the little girls' powwow dances,
if she remembered correctly from Ash's video collection.
Quinn's fingers tapped on the desktop,
and Alex couldn't name the tune
but it was something light and quick,
altogether too cheerful to be expected
at not-quite-dawn in the morning.
Hadn't there been a similar occurrence
several months ago, involving an incursion
from one of the moral vectors?
"Bailey, dig through that closet over there,"
Alex said, waving a hand in the right direction,
"get the thing that looks like a curling iron,
and stick it out the nearest window."
Sure enough, when Bailey did so,
the little rod lit up pink and blue and yellow
and Alex's computer trilled happily.
"We have karma tribbles again?" Bailey said.
"The data sets match almost perfectly,"
Alex said, as the waveforms
danced across the screen.
"I got out of bed in the dark for this?"
Ash demanded.
"The sun's up now,"
Kay replied indifferently.
Ash glared at her.
"Anyway," said Alex,
"we can cancel the emergency.
According to my calculations,
these will do just what the others did:
find the most obnoxious person they can
and balance the positive-negative energy field."
"So we don't have to round them up,
we can just go back to bed
and let them do their thing?" Ash said.
"Those aren't little tribbles like before,"
Kay pointed out.
"They are the size of bears."
"In that case," Quinn said with a smirk,
"I think some wicked people
are about to have a very bad day."
Alex thought about
the local KKK chapter,
and the good ol' boys who
lobbied for voter suppression,
and the idiots who seemed to think
that a fence along the border was a fine idea.
Apparently everyone else
was thinking along similar lines,
because they all began to laugh at the same time.
Sometimes, the best way to save the world
was to know when to sit back
and watch.
Then Pat arrived,
wearing jeans and a polo shirt,
and he stood in the door of the control room
staring at the rest of them.
"Okay, I feel a little overdressed," he said.
Alex stretched luxuriously,
the pale blue satin of her pajama sleeves
sliding along the creamy skin of her arms.
"I think we've done enough work today,"
she said. "Does anyone else feel like getting dressed?
Because I really don't."
Everyone murmured agreement.
"Right, I'll just go change then,"
Pat said without hesitation.
Alex did go back to her bedroom for her slippers,
and by the time she reached the living room,
Bailey was setting out cereal, bowls, fruit, and milk.
Quinn had turned on the entertainment center
and now the Roadrunner sped across a technicolor desert.
Pat strolled into the living room,
now properly dressed in flannels,
dragging a spare pajama top by one sleeve,
on which Alex's cat Schrodinger snored serenely.
"I found him in my bedroom.
I swear, this cat can walk through walls,"
Pat said. "Ah well, any day when we can
save the world before breakfast
is definitely the cat's pajamas!"
Morgan threw a banana peel at Pat's head,
but Alex thought he had the right idea.
Quinn whistled along as the Roadrunner's nemesis
plummeted toward the bottom of a canyon.
"... and Coyote was squashed flatter than a grass mat,"
Ash quoted, bursting into giggles.
Alex snitched the controller from Quinn's lap.
"My turn," she said firmly,
and selected an episode of Beany & Cecil.
(no subject)
Date: 2012-09-02 09:31 pm (UTC)Thank you!
Date: 2012-09-02 09:42 pm (UTC)I figure, most heroes are either too serious (never comfortable joking or taking a break) or not serious enough (screwing around on the job). So I had fun building a team that could deal with serious shit, and after the shit had been dealt with, just as fluently do something completely loopy.
There are heroes I'd like to take to a coffeehouse, and heroes I'd want on my side for the saving of the world, but these are the ones I'd most like to have a pajama party with. So I did.
(no subject)
Date: 2012-09-03 08:16 am (UTC)Thank you!
Date: 2012-09-03 08:42 am (UTC)Yay, it worked! Thanks for letting me know.
>>I love your concept and characters in this 'verse, and will definitely be reading more.<<
That's always good to hear. I've got a lot of stuff posted about Schrodinger's Heroes -- background material, several fics including some actual fanfic crossovers, poetry, and LOL_Heroes images. It's an open playground, too, if you want to try it for your own bingo card.
Re: Thank you!
Date: 2012-09-03 09:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-01 05:19 am (UTC)I'd love to read the original karma tribbles story. Utterly unrelated, I can imagine both Ash and Quinn having lovely singing voices, especially when shifting out of English and into their respective languages.
Is the 'everybody can play' aspect of this series really true? Not that I disbelieve you, just that I want to be absolutely sure before I write anything using someone else's characters. I have a fic idea or two brewing, and I don't want to go there unless I'm sure I won't be ticking anybody off.
Welcome!
Date: 2012-12-01 05:54 am (UTC)Yay! That makes me happy to hear from you.
>>I'd love to read the original karma tribbles story. Utterly unrelated, I can imagine both Ash and Quinn having lovely singing voices, especially when shifting out of English and into their respective languages.<<
Requests noted and logged. Thanks for letting me know.
>>Is the 'everybody can play' aspect of this series really true?<<
Yes, Schrodinger's Heroes is an open-source project and everyone is welcome to play with it. This actually began with
>> Not that I disbelieve you, just that I want to be absolutely sure before I write anything using someone else's characters. <<
That's fair. You can work with these characters as I've described them -- bear in mind that not all the renditions are identical across my different works. (Quinn in particular is mercurial.) You could also create your own version of them in another dimension, similar or quite different. Or come up with totally new characters in the same setting. It's flexible.
>>I have a fic idea or two brewing, and I don't want to go there unless I'm sure I won't be ticking anybody off.<<
Go for it! I would love to see what you do with this. It's always fun when other folks contribute stuff. Also the project is gradually developing an actual fanbase, so more readers would probably enjoy it too.
I customarily post Schrodinger's Heroes as an open sandbox in the Crowdfunding Creative Jam. I'm not posting a jam session in December because the month is so packed, but it should be back in January. My next Poetry Fishbowl will be on Tuesday, Dec. 4 with a theme of "games and toys." You're welcome to drop by and request something for Schrodinger's Heroes, or any other of my settings/characters that you like.
Re: Welcome!
Date: 2012-12-01 10:38 am (UTC)I've gone poking through that menu post quite a lot recently. Much love, not to put too fine a point on things. :)
As for potential stories on this end, would you believe one of the characters involved in the fic I'm toying with is Quinn? I rather (maple leaf) him, to borrow a symbol substitution from you. XD The point of view might well end up being Bailey's; I'll have to see.
Re: Welcome!
Date: 2012-12-01 10:50 am (UTC)Eh, I'm differently civilized. It didn't come across as rude to me, just as double-checking something much wanted that seemed maybe too good to be true. I tend to double-check myself before handling someone else's characters/setting in an accessible project.
>>I've gone poking through that menu post quite a lot recently. Much love, not to put too fine a point on things.<<
I'm glad you're enjoying it.
>>As for potential stories on this end, would you believe one of the characters involved in the fic I'm toying with is Quinn?<<
Yay! Quinn is fun to play with.
>> I rather (maple leaf) him, to borrow a symbol substitution from you. XD <<
There really are t-shirts like that. Also I ship Quinn/Anything That Moves.
>> The point of view might well end up being Bailey's; I'll have to see. <<
That could work. Bailey is good at noticing things.
Re: Welcome!
Date: 2012-12-01 11:44 am (UTC)Oh, now I want to find a shirt that does something with I (cheese wedge) Wisconsin! Or maybe I (stand of cat tails) marsh country.
*giggling* Bailey would be noticing Quinn, in this particular instance. :D?
Re: Welcome!
Date: 2012-12-01 10:17 pm (UTC)I've seen it around in various places, though I am in central Illinois myself. I've been up to Madison, Wisconsin for conventions.
>>Oh, now I want to find a shirt that does something with I (cheese wedge) Wisconsin! Or maybe I (stand of cat tails) marsh country.<<
It works best with something that suggests a heart shape -- the maple leaf is not far off. A cheese wedge, placed point down, would easily work. Cattails, hmm, maybe if you arranged two crossed sprigs of them. Where I live is reclaimed marshland. Periodically the marsh tries to take it back again, after heavy rains; the roads here can flood closed.
>> *giggling* Bailey would be noticing Quinn, in this particular instance. :D? <<
Works for me. Hmm, I don't think I really did that angle when I was filling my
Re: Welcome!
Date: 2012-12-02 12:18 am (UTC)I have to admit, my first thought on hearing you'd been up to Madison for conventions is ooh, have you ever been to WisCon? If not, I think you might well approve, if journal and story content is anything to go by.
As for Bailey noticing Quinn, he might not be the only one Bailey notices in some way or other, though I have the... ahem clearest idea of things regarding those two.
Re: Welcome!
Date: 2012-12-02 02:06 am (UTC)I looked that up, and it sounds beautiful. Southeastern Wisconsin, maybe I can get up there someday. I noticed that it was created by a glacier. Down here is the boundary of the ice's farthest reach south. We have some magnificent deep black soil courtesy of that. Farther south it turns to yellow and red clay.
>>I didn't realize that about heart-shaped figures.<<
You can put almost anything into "I (image) (name)" but people are use to seeing "I (heart) Chicago" or whatever. So the closer something is to a heart shape, the easier and faster it is to parse. The Canadian maple leaf has three lobes to the heart's two but there are still those left and right lobes visible to evoke the connection. A cheese wedge has the wide rounded top and the sharp point at the bottom, if oriented correctly, just missing the upper notch.
>>The cheese wedge idea would probably be the easier to a) find or b) articulate to someone sketching or printing, though.<<
I think so, yes.
>>I have to admit, my first thought on hearing you'd been up to Madison for conventions is ooh, have you ever been to WisCon? <<
I have been to WisCon several times. It was wonderful at first. Later on, I don't know, something changed. It went from very tolerant to stuffy and uncomfortable. They hassled the transfolk and the men and the conservatives. I'm not comfortable with people hassling my friends. Also I'm not a perfect match for the female body I'm wearing, and that made the space very weird for me. So I quit going. I think I'd be more inclined to go back to Madison than to WisCon. We loved the city.
>>As for Bailey noticing Quinn, he might not be the only one Bailey notices in some way or other, though I have the... ahem clearest idea of things regarding those two.<<
That sounds like fun.
Re: Welcome!
Date: 2012-12-02 05:05 am (UTC)WisCon was... oh dear. :( I've only gone to two WisCons, this year's and last year's, and I never noticed anyone being hassled, whatever their affiliation or identity. I may well not have been aware of it, if it was happening. Ooh. That's concerning to hear. I'm sorry you had that experience. :(
Re: Welcome!
Date: 2012-12-02 06:44 am (UTC)From what I've seen of it, I agree. And the cheese! Wisconsin cheese is very fine. I am partial to aged white cheddar.
>>As for the ground itself - oh goodness yes, the deep black soil we have is wonderful stuff, especially when gardening, isn't it?<<
Once you get something into it, a lot will grow; but cutting through a foot of sod with a shovel is not easy. I love the smell of it, though. It is the livingest smelling soil I've ever encountered. I can't stick a trowel into it without turning up worms.
>>I've only gone to two WisCons, this year's and last year's, and I never noticed anyone being hassled, whatever their affiliation or identity.<<
It may have changed again, or as you said, you might not have encountered the tetchy places. The earlier times I went, people mingled a lot, the mood was laid-back, and I didn't hear of any problems. I skipped a year, and people who went were telling horror stories that didn't sound at all like the con I knew. I went back, and it was ... ick. Everyone was in their little cliques, other people had problems, I got a very chilly reception in the Carl Brandon room on account of my fair skin, and by the time someone from the con comm tried to bust up the registered party on the party floor by the transfolk, I was pretty sharp when I backed up the party host. I went back once more for ... I think it was the 30th anniversary, and it wasn't that bad but still not as tolerant as I remembered. I may give it a try again if more positive reviews come in.
If you want to test the waters, try crossing lines. Check the diversity of the parties and attendees. Listen for whether folks are having problems or a good time.
It's been just short of 5 years since we've had a dayjob in our household, so we haven't been able to attend conventions. But if I can ever afford it again, and the atmosphere is more congenial, I'd love to revisit WisCon. When it was good, it was one of the best cons I ever attended.
Re: Welcome!
Date: 2012-12-02 09:01 am (UTC)As for Wisconsin and Midwestern soil, so very true! Trying to break up sod isn't an easy task, but it's worth the results. We've got some seriously fertile ground, haven't we? I still can't get lavender to grow here, though. I think it likes the sandy Colorado soil; it flourished out there, and it's croaked every time I've tried it here, no matter the cultivar I've planted. Alas.
Wisconsin cheese! :) I (cheese wedge) it. I have a thing for really strong aged cheddar myself, no matter the color. Ditto Swiss. Aaaaand now I want a grilled cheese sandwich. Whoops. :P
Re: Welcome!
Date: 2012-12-02 09:30 am (UTC)Well that's encouraging.
>> I'm still boggling at the idea of anyone on the con com trying to bust up a registered party. Holy cow. <<
Yeah, it took me a minute to sort out what I was hearing, because it made no sense. But the person was asking the party host to shut down for noise complaints -- when there were several parties much rowdier, and nothing I'd consider outre for a party floor. And it wasn't even late, I think it was around 9 or 10 PM. So I made it abundantly clear that the discrimination was obvious and if it didn't go away there would be A Scene.
>>I still can't get lavender to grow here, though. <<
Yep, it's a Mediterranean plant, likes dry sandy soil. Try it in a raised bed or a container.
We can't grow watermelons here, and I've had minimal luck with strawberries other than wild ones. Soil's too heavy for them.
>>Aaaaand now I want a grilled cheese sandwich.<<
My partner Doug found the Ultimate Grilled Cheese Sandwich, made with a fancy French cheese called Comte. Expensive stuff, but worth the price. It has downright symphonic flavor, if your sense of taste and smell is attuned to subtleties. That comes out more as it's aged and when it melts. I'm still pondering other recipe compositions to take advantage of that.
Re: Welcome!
Date: 2012-12-02 03:21 pm (UTC)Let's see... Quinn is the other one competent in the kitchen, no?
(actually goes back and *reads the poem*, having come into this in media res...)
LOL! Saturday morning cartoons! And bear-sized karma tribbles. BIG FUN.
Re: Welcome!
Date: 2012-12-02 06:11 pm (UTC)For people who like that sort of thing, yes, it would be splendid. My partner Doug would probably love it. Me, I'm weird, I only like the Kraft version made from powdered cheese.
>>Let's see... Quinn is the other one competent in the kitchen, no? <<
Yes, although Pat is pretty territorial about the kitchen. So far I've seen Quinn making crepes, French toast, and afternoon tea.
>>LOL! Saturday morning cartoons! And bear-sized karma tribbles. BIG FUN.<<
The nice thing about being an adult is that YOU get to decide what it means now. To Schrodinger's Heroes, it apparently means if you save the world before breakfast, you're entitled to watch cartoons in your jammies all day. I love that about them.
a game of Hearts
Date: 2012-12-03 08:28 pm (UTC)I ♥ ___
look at The Snowclone Database, and specifically at... well, whaddyaknow! When I went there just now to find the URL for this comment, the latest two posts were
Best regards,
Dr. Whom
Consulting Linguist, Grammarian, Orthoëpist, and Philological Busybody
Re: a game of Hearts
Date: 2012-12-04 02:41 am (UTC)The two I have in my notes for Schrodinger's Heroes are "I (maple leaf) Canada" for Quinn and "I (atom symbol) science" for Alex, both of which I have actually seen.
Heh, you know what we need? "I (cake slice) asexuality."
Re: a game of Hearts
Date: 2012-12-04 03:21 am (UTC)Re: a game of Hearts
Date: 2012-12-04 03:27 am (UTC)Heart for romantic love. Cake slice for asexual love.
I hope this helps. And don't worry, it's a fairly obscure reference.
Re: a game of Hearts
Date: 2012-12-04 03:51 am (UTC)Re: a game of Hearts
Date: 2012-12-04 03:55 am (UTC)See also "the cake is not a lie" and "the cake is delicious."
Wordgeeks of the world, untie!
Re: a game of Hearts
Date: 2012-12-04 04:17 am (UTC)Just followed the links. Oy.
The kale is a leek.
Re: a game of Hearts
Date: 2012-12-04 04:24 am (UTC)I have occasionally typed "worldsmith" by accident, which is also something I do.
>>The kale is a leek.<<
*LAUGH* For some reason my inner linguist found that howlingly funny. Probably because it's a memestack and you have to know so many other layers to make sense of it.
Portal: The cake is a lie.
Ace: The cake is not a lie.
Linguistics: The kale is a leek.
That is right up there with "... and therefore stubborn." (That's the latter half of something that many linguists have said or had said about them, so it's polygenetic: "Being a linguist, and therefore stubborn ...")
Re: a game of Hearts
Date: 2012-12-04 03:24 am (UTC)