eruthros

So some archaeologists have found the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea.

Or, okay, the copper sheeting of Franklin, and no word yet on whether a deaf wolf was involved in any way.

So I once again caught myself saying "thank you kindly" to the fellow at the Green Line Cafe. Verbal Tics Learned From Television apparently stick around; I mean, I'm not Southern, so I have no excuse at all for this. (Then again, when I was a kid I somehow developed a substitution problem, "briefly" for "shortly" -- I would say "I'll be there briefly" and mean "in a minute" -- so perhaps I shouldn't blame my adverb abuse solely on due South. I worked very hard to expunge that usage of briefly from my vocabulary, but it still happens sometimes.)

Also, I refuse to use either past participle of "to get." Because I ... just don't get it. This is one of those absorbed grammar lessons that just completely fails to take when you read both American and British English as a kid. He's got? He's gotten? Okay, sure, you can tell me that in American English the first means "he possesses" and the second means "he acquired," and that in British English the first means "he possesses" and the second doesn't exist, but frankly a sentence like "they've gotten the check" freaks me out. Except in idiomatic usage that has to take "to get" (like "got married," and even then I'll avoid the probably correct "they've gotten married"), "gotten" doesn't exist in my dialect and "got" appears rarely. Sad but true.

Also, I find myself pondering the usage of "woman" as an adjective. Remember that scene in Gaudy Night, in which Harriet Vane writes a stern letter to a newspaper saying something like "woman students would be seemlier than undergraduettes?" I hit the same usage in one of the first Amanda Cross mystery, c. 1968: Kate Fansler talks about the sudden interest in "woman writers." We certainly still talk about women who write, but I don't think that the phrase "woman writers" would be as likely as "female writers." Is this just my dialect? Or is "woman" as a collective adjective out of fashion? (A quick google picks up several pages, though the text on most of them actually says "women writers." Google informs me that there are 38,000 pages using "wome/an writers" and 232,000 using "female writers.")

Also, I have decided to start using the word "eesome" in casual conversation.

In which eruthros has a moment of freaking out.

So m_shell and I have been watching due South, and we just got to Burning Down the House. And Michelle's a big Vecchio fan; she thinks he's a marshmallow or a weasel or something, but in a good way. Anyway, I went to the due South archive to look for Fraser/Vecchio that I remember as being good for her. Since, you know, Vecchio is now gone for two seasons.

And I hit this. And oh. my. god. YS McCool. Has written. Due South slash. AU. Featuring Ray Vecchio. As a mafia don. Honest. To. God. And then she's gonna cross dS over with her Cheyenne series.

Oh. My. God. I kinda can't deal. In my world, YS McCool busily writes original fiction and endless Cheyenne stories in a small corner of the net. This is -- too weird.

Glances over story. Fraser has conversations with his "voice of reason." And there are lines like: Mister Vecchio could only be Ray "Light Foot" Vecchio, also known as the Don of Chicago. Well shit.

If any of them turn out to be miraculously psychic because of a long-standing family history, I think I'm going to go into convulsions. But I can't stop reading. Train-wreck fanfiction is so hard to resist.