Ahahahahaha oh Brax. ...All I can think of to say to that is that Eleven quite often sings off-key on purpose because it amuses her? MY RELEVANCE IS EVER-ABUNDANT. (Extremely! Of course, Three brings sexy back, too. Which is why Dorey and I may have decided that their conversations should be punctuated by long silences during which they get distracted staring at each other's sexiness.)
You're making me think when I was asleep only forty minutes ago and I haven't even eaten yet. I resent you for that.
I imagine there have to be rules, though. That is a v. fair point, and it does work with Three, but there have to be rules! Because I like rules. Cause and effect is nice. So I could see getting drunk as a choice, but once you do, you have to suffer through the hangover. Presumably, then, even if you're allowing yourself to get drunk so much, that doesn't really preclude the possibility of a mild physical dependence. She could choose to hit herself over the head with some amazingly rare vase from Brax's collection, but that doesn't stop the immediate pain of blunt force trauma, or the belated pain when Brax realizes she just destroyed part of his Collection. (SEE WHAT I DID THAR WITH THAT METAPHOR?)
I totally stared at that for, like, a minute trying to figure out what play you were referring to. And then I had this "...Oh." moment.
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Date: 2010-03-11 03:37 pm (UTC)You're making me think when I was asleep only forty minutes ago and I haven't even eaten yet. I resent you for that.
I imagine there have to be rules, though. That is a v. fair point, and it does work with Three, but there have to be rules! Because I like rules. Cause and effect is nice. So I could see getting drunk as a choice, but once you do, you have to suffer through the hangover. Presumably, then, even if you're allowing yourself to get drunk so much, that doesn't really preclude the possibility of a mild physical dependence. She could choose to hit herself over the head with some amazingly rare vase from Brax's collection, but that doesn't stop the immediate pain of blunt force trauma, or the belated pain when Brax realizes she just destroyed part of his Collection. (SEE WHAT I DID THAR WITH THAT METAPHOR?)
I totally stared at that for, like, a minute trying to figure out what play you were referring to. And then I had this "...Oh." moment.