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31 January 2004 @ 07:07 pm
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I have to prod myself to post. Something, anything.

I dreamed that I was driving with a passenger up the highway and I entered the wrong lane of traffic. To avoid a crash I drove off the road and into a copse of trees. Inside was a heap of rocks with a fountain. The water in the fountain had magical life-giving properties and was guarded by a witch. I was supposed to go through a ritual before drinking; when I didn't, the witch made me thrust my arm through a pipe. I remember being nervous, thinking it was a trap and something terrible would happen to my hand. But the witch, on the other side, read my hand and gave me a stone. Afterwards I hung around her shack--a kind of park-ranger hut--for a while, soaking up the professional ambiance. Deciding that I needed her authority, the witch confronted me with my sexual fetish for small animals, hamsters and such, making it clear she knew my habit of fondling them while logged onto a fetish chat room.

Later in the dream, I was staying with a man and his son. They seemed agreeable sorts, until they climbed aboard a bus and began killing the passengers. The father got on at the front, the son at the back, and they began working down the bus toward each other, methodically shooting everyone. But when the father reached me he began torturing me first--he cut off some fingers and an ear, scooped out my right eye, and was trying to scalp me when he was distracted. I took the opportunity to escape, running across the highway, into the woods. I stumbled for a quarter mile up the road until I found a small diner, then went inside for help, asking them to call 911. There was more after this, but I waited too long to write this down and it's faded away now.

And because any iota of S/X content gives me a slight happy:

Spander Fic Generator by miggy
Your Name
PremiseSpike's avoiding the Initiative
OutcomeThey live happily ever after
Created with quill18's MemeGen 2.0!

That seems fitting.

I also discovered just now that I have a doc file of quotes from Frasier. I must have come across them and thought they were worth saving. The show got stale after a while, but they really did have some clever writers.

Daphne: There's nothing more exciting than a first date. All those questions which people ask. What's your favorite food? What's your favorite color? If you could come back as any animal, what would it be and why? If you were asked that, what would you say?

Frasier: 'Check, please' comes to mind.


Daphne: Feeling a bit lonely are we?

Niles: Only when I'm by myself or when I'm with other people.


Niles: I do love Maris. Why, the other week I kissed her for absolutely no reason at all!


Martin: Remember when we turned off the highway? Well, right down from there is the Bed and Bass Motel!

Frasier: Bed and Bass–-ah yes, one of the finer fish-themed motels.


Xander Niles: I really am king of the ninnies, aren't I?


Niles: I dreamt someone kidnapped my baby and they kept sending me muffins in the mail.


Niles: Maris can't produce saliva, you see.


Niles: ...She's lying down on all the coats in the bedroom. Maris tires easily under the pressure of being interesting.


[Frasier looks at watch]

Martin: I saw that!

Frasier: I'm not bored, I was simply wondering how long we've been sitting here enjoying ourselves.


Roz: Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday? I would have thrown you a birthday party at the station.

Frasier: Question asked, question answered.


Martin: I guess I was kind of charming. I couldn't help it. It just sort of leaked out.


Roz: You spend money like a drunken sailor!

Niles: She said authoritatively.


Niles: This is boring, yet difficult.


Martin: He never begs when I'm eating.

Frasier: Maybe he doesn't like what you're eating.

Martin: Trust me, he's not picky. I've seen him eat a beetle.


Niles: Well, yes, I can take my shirt off.

Frasier: Niles, what are you doing?

Niles: Maris seems to be getting aroused by the manual labor. Maris, I'm holding a wrench in my hand.

Frasier: Oh, give me that. Maris, Niles has to go now. Never mind what I'm wearing.


Frasier: You've broken up with a lot of people, what do you say to them?

Roz: I love you and I want to have your baby.


Frasier: I thought that Eddie had been fixed.

Martin: Hey, all you had to do was look.

Frasier: I'm proud to say I've never been that bored.


Frasier: Think about it, Niles. What's the one thing better than an exquisite meal? An exquisite meal with one tiny flaw we can pick at all night.


Niles: Remember the last time we took Dad to a four-star restaurant? He had a miserable time and the restaurant lost a whole star.


Roz: I'm helping Frasier find a man for Daphne.

Niles: For God's sake, why not just lather her up with baby oil and hurl her over the wall of a prison yard?

Roz: Excuse me, but these are guys I've dated.

Niles: Where do you think I came up with the analogy?


Frasier: There's an incredible piece of scientific equipment known as the Tunneling Electron Microscope. Now, this microscope is so powerful that by firing electrons you can actually see images of the atom, the infinitesimally minute building block of our universe. If I were using that microscope right now, I still wouldn't be able to locate my interest in your problem.


Frasier: I know how bleak things can look. I remember once in Boston feeling exactly the way you do now, and the very next week I met a lovely, if somewhat loquacious, barmaid, fell madly in love, and got engaged. Of course, she left me at the altar, but the point is I didn't give up. I took my poor battered heart and offered it to Lilith...who put it in her little food processor and hit the puree button.


Martin: The disposal's jammed. You want to stick your hand down there and see what's stuck?

Niles: Dad, it's me. Niles.


Roz: Not everyone likes dogs. Take me. I'm a cat person. I mean, it's not like I'd ever buy a cat mug or a cat calendar, but I had a cat when I was growing up. We were practically inseparable. "Muffles" or "Scruffles." Something like that.


Frasier: Oh, for God's sake, Niles, just talk to Maris. Tell her you erred in not acknowledging her birthday. She's obviously a little touchy about her age, but it's not like this is the first time she's turned forty.


Martin: When your mother got mad at me, I'd just grab her, bend her backwards, and give her a kiss that made her glad she was a woman.

Niles: I can't do that with Maris. She has abnormally rigid vertebrae. She'd snap like a twig.


Frasier: You refused to take me to see West Side Story on my eighth birthday.

Marty: Because of the gangs! Those would be scary to any kid!

Frasier: Even gangs that dance?

Marty: Especially gangs that dance!


Frasier: Don't stare at me, Eddie. I'm a humane man, but right now I could kick a kitten through an electric fan.


Anna Niles: I'd like a petit filet mignon, very lean. Not so lean that it lacks flavour, but not so fat that it leaves drippings on the plate. And I don't want it cooked, only just lightly seared on either side. Pink in the middle, not a true pink, but not a mauve either--something in between. Bearing in mind, the slightest error either way, and it's ruined.


Niles: They were awful, those family driving vacations. Dad insisting on covering as many miles as possible in a day. The two of us, tiny hostages in the back seat, clutching our car sickness bags, straining to see something out the window as the landscape whizzed by. I was thirteen before I realized that cows aren't blurry!


Niles: How strange--I usually get some sign when Lilith is in town; dogs forming into packs; blood weeping from the walls.
rubywisp: marc hee by zyrerubywisp on January 31st, 2004 07:51 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for sharing the Frasier quotes. Lots of much-needed giggles there; sometimes I forget how much I loved that show.
auroramama on January 31st, 2004 07:58 pm (UTC)
Niles: This is boring, yet difficult.

One of the great summaries of the human condition, like the one about death and taxes. It's in Misha's sigfile too.
Herself_nycherself_nyc on January 31st, 2004 08:27 pm (UTC)
:: waves to you ::
LadyCat: s/x ship - mys1985ladycat777 on January 31st, 2004 08:32 pm (UTC)
::waves hello::
Brassy Hag: xandermiggy on January 31st, 2004 09:25 pm (UTC)
I think I was off in my own little stressy and sick world when you posted again, so I'll leap on this post to squee over you being back. :) It gives me quite a smile to see you posting again.
ineke on February 1st, 2004 12:25 am (UTC)
Niles: I dreamt someone kidnapped my baby and they kept sending me muffins in the mail.

Snerk! Oh, I love that episode.
WickedPlum21wickedplum21 on February 1st, 2004 10:22 pm (UTC)
Just wanted to congratulate you on winning the best WIP (for Buffy Season Noir) at the Love's Last Glimpse Awards. Didn't know if you knew yet. You have an awesome story and a beautifully creative brain, and thanks for sharing your talent. Good Luck! Write more when you're inspired.

Pamgoosegirl9 on February 2nd, 2004 09:49 am (UTC)
Frasier quotes
Frasier: There's an incredible piece of scientific equipment known as the Tunneling Electron Microscope. Now, this microscope is so powerful that by firing electrons you can actually see images of the atom, the infinitesimally minute building block of our universe. If I were using that microscope right now, I still wouldn't be able to locate my interest in your problem.

Oh, man, I needed that. Thanks!

I work with clients in data processing, so I could really relate to this one!
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