Just checking in inbetween outings with the parents, tending to ill child and coming up for air after the end of the second round. Wow, I actually get two days off; that's four hours of extra time per day! (No matches on today and tomorrow -- what will I do with myself?? Oh yes, finish writing that Kaká/C.Ronaldo).
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I have discovered the Mary Mother. I have two beautiful sons, and I realised yesterday that they look like Cristiano Ronaldo and Kaká respectively. Or is it that C. Ronaldo and Kaká look like my sons because I am projecting my mother-hennish cluckishness onto every young-as-spit pretty footballer that runs across my TV screen? It is somewhat disturbing to notice that my advancing age and maternality seem to have propelled me from 'I want to have sex with that boy' or 'I want to be that boy' traditional Mary Sueishness into a mumsy 'I want to be the mum of that boy' mindset...!!! And I'm happy for them to have sex with each other because every mother wants her sons to have a fulfilled life!!
Whoa. Slash is such a rollercoaster.
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Today, my father had a turn. This is disturbing. He is not young. It distracts me somewhat from the football pretty.
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I am bathing in the warm tides that are rps. I am back in the bosom of my first slash love. And canon research in rps? Well, it obviously involves digging out t'h's teach-yourself Portuguese books and CDs in order to discover how, exactly, the speaking of Cristiano Ronaldo and Kaká differ. I'm not sure those books will lead me into the deep recesses of regional dialect (e.g. C. Ronaldo comes from Madeira and was made fun of by his Lisbon football mates as a boy!) but hey, it's a start! And so educational, too!!!
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Also, t'son has constipation.
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Also: physios and coaches and whatnot / injured players. The loving way they always put their arms round their darling patients, and hold their hands on their waists, and steer them from the pitch as if they were porcelain dolls. God, how I love that. (See icon.)
The slashiest moment of my entire life was the moment when Cristiano Ronaldo burst into tears after his injury during the Portugal/Netherlands game. Why, oh why, did I not tape it?
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I have discovered the Mary Mother. I have two beautiful sons, and I realised yesterday that they look like Cristiano Ronaldo and Kaká respectively. Or is it that C. Ronaldo and Kaká look like my sons because I am projecting my mother-hennish cluckishness onto every young-as-spit pretty footballer that runs across my TV screen? It is somewhat disturbing to notice that my advancing age and maternality seem to have propelled me from 'I want to have sex with that boy' or 'I want to be that boy' traditional Mary Sueishness into a mumsy 'I want to be the mum of that boy' mindset...!!! And I'm happy for them to have sex with each other because every mother wants her sons to have a fulfilled life!!
Whoa. Slash is such a rollercoaster.
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Today, my father had a turn. This is disturbing. He is not young. It distracts me somewhat from the football pretty.
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I am bathing in the warm tides that are rps. I am back in the bosom of my first slash love. And canon research in rps? Well, it obviously involves digging out t'h's teach-yourself Portuguese books and CDs in order to discover how, exactly, the speaking of Cristiano Ronaldo and Kaká differ. I'm not sure those books will lead me into the deep recesses of regional dialect (e.g. C. Ronaldo comes from Madeira and was made fun of by his Lisbon football mates as a boy!) but hey, it's a start! And so educational, too!!!
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Also, t'son has constipation.
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Also: physios and coaches and whatnot / injured players. The loving way they always put their arms round their darling patients, and hold their hands on their waists, and steer them from the pitch as if they were porcelain dolls. God, how I love that. (See icon.)
The slashiest moment of my entire life was the moment when Cristiano Ronaldo burst into tears after his injury during the Portugal/Netherlands game. Why, oh why, did I not tape it?
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Date: 2006-06-28 12:08 pm (UTC)it never rains with you but it pours, eh. hope t'father and t'son are better and not poorly. hope your demented enthusiasm for things footbally continues to sweep you away. hope you never resolve your interesting slash attitudes, they make for fine thinking and pondering. hope you're warm and well.
it is quite wrong that we are now on other sides of the world. you could have taught me so much more, not least portugese dialect.
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Date: 2006-06-28 01:41 pm (UTC)This is decidedly weird. I'm typing away into a comment box as if you were down in Kent but you are in Australia. *is weirded out for an internetty global moment there*
And you are right, it never does seem to rain in Spain; it pours in Tours (or something, ack, bad pun attack!!).
Bemvenido! Or something. Samba, caipirinha, curaçla;ao; falda; um. Lisbon earthquake??
Pretty boy footballers, omg!!!!!!!
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Date: 2006-06-30 05:33 am (UTC)come on, whisper sweetings in my ear in portugese. i know you have researched these phrases.
i cannot cannot believe i am in australia and you are in england. surely i'm in england? maybe you're in australia? i am perplexed vastly by this whole global thing. it's all wrong, i tell you, it's all wrong.
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Date: 2006-06-28 01:49 pm (UTC)did you read this: Ronaldo became the highest goalscorer in World Cup history!!! he's not just a pretty face.
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Date: 2006-06-30 08:52 pm (UTC)LOL!!! Was like rolling around laughing for minutes!!! Happy for them to have sex because a mother - You have to be a great mom! Also nice to meet you at your own turf, too. :)