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Warnings: ( spoilers for Monsterous Regiment. )
Well, I feel good that I managed to post my Monsterous Regiment fic last night, though of course I'm pouting that I haven't gotten any commentary yet. What a whine-baby I am - I always want instant gratification.
Of course now the sun comes out. When I was out walking around earlier with Caw (we went up to Portland Public Market and had tea and shared the gluten-free pecan cookies![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eor bought for me the other day) it was overcast and almost-rainy. Now I've come in to try to rest up a bit (I've got this cold and have to go out dancing tonight, it's a going away party for one of my co-workers) and work on fics (the Red Dwarf - M*A*S*H crossover ["Of DOOOOM"]) so now the sun comes out.
Caw went with me out to the airport (I just wanted to draw a little map on the whiteboard in the breakroom so my co-workers might be able to find their way to Asylum tonight), and on our way back to my car we passed F.I.L. changing the tire on his car (lovely luck, a flat tire on his birthday) so we stopped and talked for a few minutes. Suddenly (as is her own unique style) Caw interjected, "You're English!" She said that at first she'd heard only the Maine accent, and he admitted he's lived here for 20 years. In fact, he told us, he was once interviewed on the "Made in Maine" show by Lou McNally when he was working at a candle shop - he said he tried to avoid saying a whole lot besides "Ayuh," because it just seemed to contradict the purpose of the show if people were to realize he himself wasn't from here.
I complimented Caw, though, that she'd picked it out correctly, because people are all the time guessing that he's from Australia or Scotland. Perhaps it's something about the amount of Maine accent he's picked up overlaying the Manchester public school accent which is native to him and not that familiar to people from the U.S.
So he proceded to tell us about a particular incident when someone guessed him as being from Australia. Another screener (who unfortunately has since left), H.S., had been giving F.I.L. a hard time for weeks calling him "Limey bastard." (In a friendly way - they ribbed each other all the time.) F.I.L. filled in for Caw "H.S. is Black," and she immediately remembered who he meant because as it happened H.S. used to live next door to her - Portland really is a small town sometimes.
One day F.I.L. had said "G'Day" to a passenger who came through, and the passenger responded "Are you from Australia? I'll bet you know Crocodile Dundee." So F.I.L. spun him a yarn about how he didn't personally know Crocodile Dundee, but his father did, and went on reeling the guy in. Eventually the passenger asked, "So what are you doing in this country?" and F.I.L. responded that he loves this country, loves it. "In fact, I love it so much that I brought along my own Aborigine!" and pointed to H.S.
H.S. has a marvelous sense of humor and took it as it was intended, payback for calling F.I.L. "Limey bastard" - but somehow the story got back to our Director, who didn't think it was at all appropriate and F.I.L. ended up getting a talking to.
Of course now the sun comes out. When I was out walking around earlier with Caw (we went up to Portland Public Market and had tea and shared the gluten-free pecan cookies
eor bought for me the other day) it was overcast and almost-rainy. Now I've come in to try to rest up a bit (I've got this cold and have to go out dancing tonight, it's a going away party for one of my co-workers) and work on fics (the Red Dwarf - M*A*S*H crossover ["Of DOOOOM"]) so now the sun comes out. Caw went with me out to the airport (I just wanted to draw a little map on the whiteboard in the breakroom so my co-workers might be able to find their way to Asylum tonight), and on our way back to my car we passed F.I.L. changing the tire on his car (lovely luck, a flat tire on his birthday) so we stopped and talked for a few minutes. Suddenly (as is her own unique style) Caw interjected, "You're English!" She said that at first she'd heard only the Maine accent, and he admitted he's lived here for 20 years. In fact, he told us, he was once interviewed on the "Made in Maine" show by Lou McNally when he was working at a candle shop - he said he tried to avoid saying a whole lot besides "Ayuh," because it just seemed to contradict the purpose of the show if people were to realize he himself wasn't from here.
I complimented Caw, though, that she'd picked it out correctly, because people are all the time guessing that he's from Australia or Scotland. Perhaps it's something about the amount of Maine accent he's picked up overlaying the Manchester public school accent which is native to him and not that familiar to people from the U.S.
So he proceded to tell us about a particular incident when someone guessed him as being from Australia. Another screener (who unfortunately has since left), H.S., had been giving F.I.L. a hard time for weeks calling him "Limey bastard." (In a friendly way - they ribbed each other all the time.) F.I.L. filled in for Caw "H.S. is Black," and she immediately remembered who he meant because as it happened H.S. used to live next door to her - Portland really is a small town sometimes.
One day F.I.L. had said "G'Day" to a passenger who came through, and the passenger responded "Are you from Australia? I'll bet you know Crocodile Dundee." So F.I.L. spun him a yarn about how he didn't personally know Crocodile Dundee, but his father did, and went on reeling the guy in. Eventually the passenger asked, "So what are you doing in this country?" and F.I.L. responded that he loves this country, loves it. "In fact, I love it so much that I brought along my own Aborigine!" and pointed to H.S.
H.S. has a marvelous sense of humor and took it as it was intended, payback for calling F.I.L. "Limey bastard" - but somehow the story got back to our Director, who didn't think it was at all appropriate and F.I.L. ended up getting a talking to.
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