In which I meta about The Mortal Instruments trilogy, and Romeo & Juliet.

So, on the Mortal Instruments email list, a place that some of my Twitter readers are acquainted with by proxy (because there are certain aspects of it that make me put on my swearing-pants), one of the dear teenage denizens mentioned that she found Jace and Clary to be a better romantic couple than Romeo and Juliet.

After a few moments of hard staring, I found that I agreed: not because comparing the writing quality of a Young Adult swords & sorcery epic trilogy to the Bard was a sane proposition, but because Romeo and Juliet are not a romantic couple. Yes, Mae's shirt did help. :D

I have reproduced my natterings herein, complete with a reworking of the first 10 lines of III.V with some slightly more modern references.

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Now spoiler-free!

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That Idiot Shawn and the Green Plastic Bucket

brimtoast requested a bedtime story tonight in chat. The Green Plastic Bucket story sounded so innocent, and she wanted to discover the hidden mischief! So!


Once upon a time (in 1996), my then-best-friend That Idiot Shawn went from staying with his mother in Alaska to staying with his father (and stepmother, and three half-brothers) in Colorado.

Shawn was the oldest, at 16. All of his half-brothers were younger, ranging from middle school to elementary school to preschool.

One day, Shawn's father, stepmother, oldest half-brother, and youngest half-brother all went somewhere, leaving Shawn home to keep an eye on his middle half-brother, who had a summer reading assignment of some sort. Shawn's middle half-brother was not all about the reading, but Shawn banished him to the living room until such time as the reading was done.

This left Shawn on the phone with me (I believe in the kitchen). I was having a lovely lazy summer afternoon and was enjoying my talk with him.

"I have a green plastic bucket!" Shawn said. I did not doubt this. He had a good number of things around, and sometimes chose to amuse himself with them. "Listen to this sound it makes!" he said.

I heard a tik tik tik noise. Shawn's voice sounded hollow all of a sudden, also. Echoing!

I was not a dumb girl. I concluded that the bucket was now on his head! I told him of my conclusions! He was surprised that I could hear this! The bucket was, in fact, on his head.

( Oh, Shawn. )

25 tweets for 2009-6-24

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

• Wednesday, 0832: RT @GuardianUSA: Liveblog: Witness tells CNN of a massacre and a massive assault by police in Baharestan Square http://snipurl.com/kselm
• Wednesday, 0834: RT: in Baharestan we saw militia with axe choping ppl like meat - blood everywhere - like butcher - Allah Akbar - #Iranelection RT RT RT
• Wednesday, 0835: RT: they catch ppl with mobile - so many killed today - so many injured - Allah Akbar - they take one of us - #Iranelection
• Wednesday, 0835: RT: Iran's military, Iran's decent police and security, HELP YOUR PPL, don't let them die at the hands of Ahmadinejad. #IranElection #gr88
• Wednesday, 0836: RT: Iran we must go - dont know when we can get internet - they take 1 of us, they will torture and get names#Iranelection
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