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InsaneJournal for Gordon Colt.
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| Sunday, August 9th, 2009 |
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The good news had come on July 27th--all of Gordon's searching for the perfect place had payed out. He'd had to barter, bribe, and build in order achieve all the necessary components, but the dream house finally existed. Well, it was more like a dream condo. Space had to be sacrificed for special features. Then again, the new place was still hopelessly larger than Ben's one-bedroom flat. To start with, they had a bedroom now with a door so if guests stayed over they'd be spared the display of Gordon-sleeping-in-the-nude (a sleeping choice he refused to change for the sake of company). The bedroom was also large enough to fit a queen sized bed. A notch smaller than Gordon desired, but still big enough stretch out and manhandle his boyfriend all over. Outside the bedroom there was the single bathroom, the living room, and the kitchen nook. Gordon had gone through the trouble of hauling in an old piano, which meant they might actually have to entertain people once in a while. There was a spare room that was a little too cramped to be comfortable guest quarters but if push came to shove they could throw in an air mattress, and in the meantime Gordon figured he'd toss excess hobby crap in there. The room was also too cramped to be a decent workspace for Ben. This was why the back patio existed. Somehow, Gordon had managed to convert the space into a sizable room for Ben to set up his workstation. It wouldn't compare to his office upstairs, but Gordon wanted an excuse to keep Ben home. There were tables for him to work at, shelves for material and tools, a couple of safes for Ben to store more pricey material, and to top it all off Gordon had managed to set up a forge. He'd kept asking, after all, hadn't he? Ben's sketches of what would be needed had come in handy. They right up by the beach, giving them a nice balance between water and fire. Gordon just hoped this place said dream house to Ben as much as it did to him. He couldn't wait to let his boyfriend know that it was time to pack up and move. The question was, would it be better to show him the place first, or to simply haul him there blindfolded on their first night? |
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| Tuesday, July 7th, 2009 |
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Some things Gordon had never noticed before. Every time a hot guy walked by (and he wasn't around Ben) he'd glance up and check them out. This wasn't the surprise. Every time a hot guy walked by there was also usually a second voice chiming in his head, oh, hello. Today he realized that little voice happened to be Stewie, the flamboyant, megalomaniac baby scrabbling in his brain, crying out for a weather machine. He noticed because today...he just wasn't there. Gordon had gone shopping, after all, and there was plenty of eye candy around, most of which he wasn't eyeing. Gordon could still remember having his little passenger, but all of Stewie's impulses and demands were gone. It wasn't a huge change, but it was noticeable enough. He hadn't felt like this since he'd first come to Tampa. "Strange, strange, stranger, and strange," Gordon muttered. Well, plus side? His brain was a little less sketchy now! |
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| Friday, May 22nd, 2009 |
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( Private ) ( Ben ) ( Trouble ) So frakking hyper today. |
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| Tuesday, May 5th, 2009 |
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You know, sometimes it sucks to have an evil, toddler genius living in the back of your head. Actually, scratch that, it always sucks. Despite the witty banter and the grand ideas that float through now and again, its just disturbing to know there's a toddler in your head. Not that when I was a toddler I probably wasn't an evil genius waiting to happen, and then my family just hugged me too much and viola, I ended up cute and fluffy and far nicer to mankind. I realize this statement will look crazy to anyone who has no clue what I'm talking about, and I just can't bring myself to care right now. The keep it cool part of my brain is giving way to the angry part of my brain and you know what? Bright as I am, I'm afraid I'm about to do something stupid, and I can't entirely care. Well. I can care. Which means I'm back to loudly singing show tunes in my head again as I go about my daily tasks because honestly, I've been meaning to catalog which show tunes are more annoying than others for years now, and I think I'm starting to make a decent list. ( Ben ) |
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| Friday, March 27th, 2009 |
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Okay, for half of Tampa's population this is one horrifying day. As far as fashion statements go, I'm contemplating blindfold. Large. Hairy. Men in loin cloths. Or little tunic-like animal pelts that need to go FAR PAST THE KNEE! With ties. In outlandish colors. Walking neon, furry, furry fashion statements parading around. Is it worth the few very vivacious people walking around baring quite a deal of thigh? The few very ripped individuals that I'm totally expecting to club a mammoth and drag them home for mantle adorning? No. Don't think so. I protest. Can we go back to medieval garb? Far more fashion conscious. |
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| Saturday, March 7th, 2009 |
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Forward Dated to Sunday “Those fish really compliment your shoes,” Gordon noted to a woman in passing. She looked at him, puzzled. “Shoes are softer ways to travel than taxi-cabs or starlight. Shoes hug your feet, except for sandals. Sandals are lonely. They barely hold on and they cling and they cling but if you don’t cling back they go-go away.” He smiled. The woman didn’t smile back. As a matter of fact, she walked quickly away from him. Gordon shrugged! And then he went to the park to blow bubbles. |
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| Monday, February 23rd, 2009 |
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| Hm. I've decided that Hugh Jackman must be excellent in bed. That man has stamina. Hardly a gasp for breath after all that aerobic activity. | ||
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| Sunday, January 25th, 2009 |
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Today's plans: Conquer the world. Perfect folding space and time. Get pants pressed. |
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| Sunday, January 18th, 2009 |
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Gordon splashed some water on his face and then looked into the mirror before going to bed. He'd so far gotten away unscathed by the seven, but leave it to the last minute. The image that greeted him was a bizarre sight indeed...There he was in a white coat with some very intelligent looking glasses on. What would life have been like had he not crashed hard in med school? There he was, child prodigy and medical genius. Still on the path to seeking fame, fortune, and a Nobel prize here and there... The Gordon in the Mirror-world was grinning just as charmingly as ever but at the end of the day he headed home (to his very lavish abode), slid off his shoes, poured himself some wine...and sat quietly in front of the empty fireplace. It looked like he was still living in NYC. That apartment must cost a fortune. Mirror-world Gordon didn't seem to have anyone to return home to, though when he finally dragged himself away from the living room and headed into the bedroom there were signs that someone had been there the night before. They just didn't seem to be a returning kind of guest. Mirror-world Gordon got undressed and cleared off the bed, sliding under the sheets in a resigned fashion. He set the alarm clock for far too fucking early in the morning and shut the lights off. For a long while he just looked up at the ceiling, listening to the city as he had trouble drifting to sleep. Life was still going way too fast. He was a quarter or a third of the way through his life, and as much as he'd accomplished all he was managing to do was dig himself deeper and deeper into one big, empty hole. All of these high classed ambitions hadn't earned him an ounce of happiness, and he had no time for family or friends. Was it worth it? No, normal-Gordon thought, pulling away from the mirror. It wasn't. It was much better to be here and now. |
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| Thursday, January 15th, 2009 |
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( Private ) You know, what kind of power is granting other people the ability to fly if and only if you throw stuff at them? I mean. How ridiculous is this and pretty much useless unless I go sky diving and suddenly my partners shoot fails and I happen to have SAND or GLITTER or BATH SALT in my hand that I can chuck at them so they can fly free. Seriously. This is the most random ability EVER. |
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| Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008 |
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( Alden ) ( Ben ) ( Trouble ) Considering changing occupations once again. Let's hear a shout out. What job should Gordon Colt try next? |
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| Saturday, October 18th, 2008 |
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Body memory. Its like tai-chi, ballet, swimming, gymnastics. Mmhm. That's what it's all about. On that note...I think I need to go swimming. Trouble! Swim with me. Come do laps. Bet I can still beat you. ( Ben ) ( Private ) ( Alden ) |
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| Saturday, October 11th, 2008 |
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Okay. So. I'd like to do an experiment. I need Oh, right. The result should lead to temporary flight. Its worked on Trouble so far, and it doesn't work on me, so I want to find out if it will work on anyone else. If I have a magical ability to make Trouble fly that's pretty lame. For the record, Alden, restrain from name calling. I do believe in fairies. This isn't saying anything about me, its just. Random. Shut up. ( Trouble ) ( Ben ) |
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| Sunday, September 28th, 2008 |
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( Ben ) Tempted to try every occupation known to man at least once in my lifetime. Or at least I feel like that's what I'm heading towards. |
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| Monday, September 22nd, 2008 |
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Sophus. You'd be proud, I think. I sang middle-earth style, on the 17th. I mean, I'm sure I didn't do the elves justice, but it sounded poetic, and I understood half of what I was saying. Comparisons between love and the ocean. Stars singing. Very elf-like things. ( Private ) ( Alden ) ( Ben ) |
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| Friday, August 8th, 2008 |
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I’ve the urge to take something apart. Logically I can’t, or shouldn’t, make a weather machine. Distraction time. ( Trouble ) ( Alden ) ( Ben ) ( Private ) |
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| Sunday, July 27th, 2008 |
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Death ray, mutant laser device, speak and spell time machine. No. Of all the cool things Tampa might have dropped on my doorstep I got a very disheveled teddy-bear. Trouble, I guess this means we need to have a tea party. Mock me if you dare, I can probably still build the death ray. |
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| Friday, July 18th, 2008 |
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I received some information in the mail and considered going back to med school today. And then I remembered why I changed my life course the first time around and decided with a resounding no thank you to go back to writing a new play. |
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| Monday, July 7th, 2008 |
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Tampa seemed to be chock full of misinformation today. Gordon had already chewed a friend out for coming to him trying to confirm some bogus story about Gordon and one of his producers. As if he's stoop that low. The guy was straight, for one, and extremely unnatractive. The problem with deciphering fact from fiction was when it came from normally reliable sources. His light guy, for a start. Extremely level-headed, extremely laid back, extremely honest on all occaisions. Only Gordon didn't want to believe him today, because the man had just told him that at one of the small gatherings after the show Ben had said that he was really thinking about having kids. "I heard it from Pam." He was referring to his fiance, and the two of them were like peas in a pod, now weren't they? "While they were talking Ben said he really wanted kids. I just wanted to know if you guys had discussed that..." "No!" Gordon flailed. "We most certainly didn't." "That's what I figured. Seriously, how deep is this relationship of yours?" And the problem was it was getting deeper and deeper... but kids, now that was just WAY too soon to think about. |
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| Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008 |
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The reviews have been... I won't feign modesty and say better than I expected, but they are more than what I'd hoped for. Honestly, I've been so busy there was hardly time to get properly nervous about this show. Its on and doing well. It'll run through the first two weeks of July. [Box office number]. I'm very excited that the writing aspect of it turned out how it has. Never mind the acting, actually putting this performance together was certainly the most difficult part of patchwork. I'll be sad when its over but things are looking up for the future. This isn't New York, but I think I may actually be enjoying my time in Tampa better. For one? I was actually able to get a couple of hours of sleep the other night despite the production. Check that out. ( Ben ) |
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