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in which i am unseasonably cheerful
Aug. 18th, 2009 07:57 pmI am beginning to feel as though I have done Evy's vampire wrong, because he isn't doing anything, either in what I've written thus far or in my head. I mean, except for this one flight of fancy, wherein I wondered if maybe Mr Caruthers gets misguidedly jealous of the vampire cos he and Evy are kind of secretive and she trusts him and stuff, and Evy's like "are you kidding me? VAMPIRE? EW." and Mr Caruthers is like "LOOK, VAMPIRES ARE PREDATORS AND SEDUCTION IS ONE OF THE TOOLS THEY USE TO ATTRACT PREY AND IT'S NOT COMPLETELY INSANE IF ONE WERE TO SUCCUMB, SO TO SPEAK, AS IT IS A PRETTY STRONG GLAMOUR. NOT THAT I WOULD KNOW." and Evy's like, "Um. I have to go home now."
Anyway, I think he might actually step back into the story if he had a name -- I've been magnificently unsuccessful in locating one thus far; all I know is that it's long. (I'm also toying with the idea that vampires frequently take new names, especially after they've been vampires for a while, and their old human personality is so worn away that there doesn't seem a reason to keep a name that belongs to someone long dead.) Latin seems a little, um, predictable, and actually I'm kind of hoping for Welsh? Because a Welsh vampire would be awesome. Gaelic could be pretty neat, too, and can get very long: the problem with Gaelic is that pronunciation seems impossible to predict. (And Welsh isn't hard to pronounce?, you ask. Well, it is a bit, but the rules are much simpler, and letters correspond to sounds that make sense, once you learn the few variants and how to pronounce them, like ll, w, and f. Whereas Gaelic, I look at it and there are all these letters, and they could be anything, and half the time it looks like an impossibly long word, but it's pronounced in one syllable. It's a little dizzying.)
But anyway again! Today I became a dark redhead again, after spending far, far too long with already somewhat light red hair fading to the brassy peroxide blonde underneath, not at all attractively I might add. I have been trying to achieve this particular dark rusty colour for a year, as my Very First Dye Job was rust and blonde, and yet when I used the exact same dye back in the spring it did not come out remotely the same, and I was sad. But this time, with a different brand, it worked; heaven knows why. And as I was taking photographs anyway, my outfit happened to be rather nice and simple and casually neo-Victorian and made me happy.
I took this outfit and this hair down the block to Luigi's Ristorante, who are hiring servers, filled out an application, had a pre-interview, apparently shook hands with the owner, and was actually assured of a phone call for once. I made certain to mention pointedly the fact that I live a block away and would be available to fill in and such things at extremely short notice. I daresay I should rather like working there; the atmosphere is very nice, tips ought to be lovely as it is one of the nicer restaurants in town, and I have always wanted to waitress. Also it is a block from my house. Very convenient, that.
Anyway, I think he might actually step back into the story if he had a name -- I've been magnificently unsuccessful in locating one thus far; all I know is that it's long. (I'm also toying with the idea that vampires frequently take new names, especially after they've been vampires for a while, and their old human personality is so worn away that there doesn't seem a reason to keep a name that belongs to someone long dead.) Latin seems a little, um, predictable, and actually I'm kind of hoping for Welsh? Because a Welsh vampire would be awesome. Gaelic could be pretty neat, too, and can get very long: the problem with Gaelic is that pronunciation seems impossible to predict. (And Welsh isn't hard to pronounce?, you ask. Well, it is a bit, but the rules are much simpler, and letters correspond to sounds that make sense, once you learn the few variants and how to pronounce them, like ll, w, and f. Whereas Gaelic, I look at it and there are all these letters, and they could be anything, and half the time it looks like an impossibly long word, but it's pronounced in one syllable. It's a little dizzying.)
But anyway again! Today I became a dark redhead again, after spending far, far too long with already somewhat light red hair fading to the brassy peroxide blonde underneath, not at all attractively I might add. I have been trying to achieve this particular dark rusty colour for a year, as my Very First Dye Job was rust and blonde, and yet when I used the exact same dye back in the spring it did not come out remotely the same, and I was sad. But this time, with a different brand, it worked; heaven knows why. And as I was taking photographs anyway, my outfit happened to be rather nice and simple and casually neo-Victorian and made me happy.
I took this outfit and this hair down the block to Luigi's Ristorante, who are hiring servers, filled out an application, had a pre-interview, apparently shook hands with the owner, and was actually assured of a phone call for once. I made certain to mention pointedly the fact that I live a block away and would be available to fill in and such things at extremely short notice. I daresay I should rather like working there; the atmosphere is very nice, tips ought to be lovely as it is one of the nicer restaurants in town, and I have always wanted to waitress. Also it is a block from my house. Very convenient, that.
