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[Anyone paying attention is treated to a good thirty seconds of humming -- "Jingle Bell Rock" at first but then "Do They Know It's Christmas" -- but it stops abruptly when he actually finds his train of thought.]

..Is there a word for when you get a song stuck in your head, but every time you get to one part it turns into something else?  And it keeps looping because you can't remember any more of it?

There's probably one in German.  They're always good for that.

But seriously.  I'm getting sick of it; it ends up on that one about whether or not people know it's Christmas and it's just fucking depressing.

[He looks guilty for all of ten seconds -- he's probably not supposed to be cursing, at least not out loud because it's impolite, but whatever.]


[A/N: AU!Richie is the adoptive son of William von Graham and Hannibal.  He's a little misguided, and has a tendency towards Bad Life Choices, cursing like a sailor, submitting to peer pressure entirely too easily, and impulsive decisionmaking, but he's generally not a bad kid.

Although you might not want to leave him in charge of your pets, plants, or small children; he tends to be unintentionally neglectful of them.]

wiki is full of useless info. like tyler.

Date: 2011-12-17 03:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] veryspecialwill.livejournal.com
The term you are thinking of, Richard, is "ohrwurm". Rough translation, "earworm". I will overlook your cursing slip-up, as it is much improved from when you first arrived. Good job.

gotta love it!

Date: 2011-12-17 04:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
"Good job"? Yeah, that's...encouraging. You gonna give me a treat for keeping it to a minimum or something?

[Eyeroll; he's not a dog. But he minds less than he protests.]

"Earworm", huh? I guess that makes sense. I knew there had to be a German word for it. ...Gross, but it works.

Date: 2011-12-17 07:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] veryspecialwill.livejournal.com
Don't be ridiculous.

[You'll just get a second dessert later. Not a 'treat'. Duh.]

Yes. I never claimed to have invented it. It is rather fitting though, would you not agree?

Date: 2011-12-17 11:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[How is that not the same thing? You make no sense, Not-Dad Number 1; your child-rearing skills are a little questionable.]

Something that gets stuck in your ear canal and probably needs to be pried out with forceps before it latches on and tears a chunk out of your brain? Yeah, it fits.

[Maybe it's just phrased that way for the shock value, maybe he legitimately equates them....it's anyone's guess. ...In any event, somebody was watching Starship Troopers last night, apparently, and now might have a tiny temporary fixation on alien bugs. Don't mind him.]

Date: 2011-12-18 10:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] veryspecialwill.livejournal.com
[Because a treat is given out now; a second dessert is simply... offered. Keep up with this logic, Not-Son.]

A very... grotesque explanation, but yes. That is what I meant.

[Note the disapproval there. Polite society does not go into such detail. At least not publicly. And your choice of entertainment? ... He'll let it slide. For now.]

Date: 2011-12-18 02:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[Hey, at least he didn't bring up the brain straw?]

I just call it how I see it.

[Nooo not disapproval. Anything but disapproval; he's a little deflated now. He can't help it that he gets a little carried away with his enthusiasm sometimes.

SUBJECT CHANGE.]


So do we watch all the Christmas specials or...? [He's not sure what you people do, Will. He's hoping you say yes though.]

Date: 2011-12-17 07:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] feels-no-love.livejournal.com
[Have a slightly slurry voice; Damian Stone, local fresh-widowed piano player, is drunk even earlier than usual today.]

The only way to get one piece of music out of your ears is with another one.

[He sets his communicator on the piano and breaks into a rendition of "On The First Day After Christmas".]

...that is the perfect drunk icon, omg

Date: 2011-12-17 07:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] veryspecialwill.livejournal.com
[Sorry, Mr. Stone, but William think you're a bad influence. Worse than that, he pities you.]

I will thank you to keep to yourself while you are unwell, Mr. Stone. You are an exceptional piano player. It is too bad that talent is being wasted.

:D

Date: 2011-12-17 07:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] feels-no-love.livejournal.com
Ba-ha-ha-ha-ha, oh come on, Bill, stop being such a stuck up bitch. Besides, I'm not unwell. I haven't had enough bourbon to be unwell.

Odd how I never got this sort of treatment when I was playing Carnegie Hall. But I suppose loss tells you who your friends are.

Date: 2011-12-18 10:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] veryspecialwill.livejournal.com
[...Bill? Ugh. Why can't you be all proper and formal, Damian? >:| ]

Clearly you have selected new friends. I believe one of them is called Jack Daniels?

Date: 2011-12-18 06:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] feels-no-love.livejournal.com
The selection process involved who still bothered to phone me up after Catherine died. Apparently your fingers got cut off when that happened.

But good old Jack is always available.

Date: 2011-12-17 11:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
Yeah, but what if you get that one stuck? Then you've still got the same problem, it's just a different song.

[But he'll listen anyway, because the tune's familiar but the words are different; it's different, at least.]

...Hey, do you ever play that game where the audience tries to stump the guy on the piano with songs they think he can't play?

[He's not suggesting they play, he's just curious.]

Date: 2011-12-17 09:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] feels-no-love.livejournal.com
Yes, but it's not as depressing.

You see, the song "Do They Know It's Christmas" was written to guilt trip people into paying a charity that is now well and truly over. What that means is, when you hear the song you feel guilty but there's no real chance of resolution. you could always find another charity, but even then it's rather a manipulative song.

Hmmmm? Yes, I have. Do you have a stumper for me?

Date: 2011-12-17 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
...Nah, I just get annoyed that it goes on so long. At least most Christmas songs are actually happy. I mean, come on, why should I worry about what happens in Africa? I'm never gonna go there, it's not my problem.

[Think think think.]

Dunno, I was kinda just asking, I don't really know anything people don't know.

[At least, not anything he actually knows the name of; who knows the stuff that gets played at home.]

Date: 2011-12-18 12:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] feels-no-love.livejournal.com
I once did "I Love Living In The City" on piano, live, on a dare. If you come up with something just let me know. The boys are having me play Christmas requests and it's driving me completely mad.

Date: 2011-12-18 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
...What, in public?

[That's not a squeak at the end there, it's not. Although he does kind of snigger.]

Where? ...It was some really fucking shady place, wasn't it. The kind of place people get stabbed in. 'Cause that's the only place I know of where you could get away with that shit.

[...Although Damian would kind of be his hero if it wasn't.]

Date: 2011-12-18 06:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] feels-no-love.livejournal.com
It was Catherine's doing. At my wedding reception. No man can say I don't take a dare!

Oops, hang on, Daddy Warbucks is having anal spasms. Apparently I'm corrupting you. Welp...you have a good holiday in spite of. I'm going back to playing holiday earworms.

Date: 2011-12-18 07:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
But that almost doesn't count, if it's your own party. But still. Pretty cool anyway.

Aw, c'mon, but we were having a good conversation, weren't we? You don't have to listen to him, he means well -- I think -- but he doesn't know how to have fun. It's not like you're saying anything I haven't heard before.

Date: 2011-12-18 08:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] feels-no-love.livejournal.com
It was in front of the Philharmonic's director.

...he laughed, by the way.

Yes, we're having a good conversation, and you're a decent and interesting guy. But I don't want to cause you strife. You got a good thing going. I'm on him about being stuffy but those two still have their hearts in the right place.

Date: 2011-12-19 01:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[Don't mind him, he's just going to LAUGH. That? Is PRICELESS.]

Oh man. That's...that's great.

[So much protesting; for a minute there he looks like a kicked puppy.]

But there won't be strife! It'll be fine. I mean, they'll lecture and everything, but. They do that; it'll be okay. Really.

[A sigh after a minute or so, and all the disappointed faces.]

...But alright, I guess.

Date: 2011-12-20 11:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] feels-no-love.livejournal.com
I'll tell you what. I'll ring you back once I'm sober and old Bill has less reason to protest. And I'll bring more funny stories. Fair?

Date: 2011-12-21 03:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
Yeah, okay.

You shouldn't let him push you around.

Date: 2011-12-21 03:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] feels-no-love.livejournal.com
Oh, I don't, but he does have something of a point even if he's...being a butt about it.

Date: 2011-12-23 02:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
Bullshit. He just doesn't want me to have any fun.

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It's a Dark Night

hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night

the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him

she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again

I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago

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