Family, Meet Fandom
Apr. 25th, 2010 08:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
przedThe awesome thing about having a laptop is I can work on the latest story when we're up north visiting my mom.
The not-so-awesome thing is my mom is a snoop.
Mom: What are you working on?
Me: Um, nothing.
Mom: ::moves amazingly fast for an 80 year-old recovering from knee surgery and peeks at laptop screen:: Holmes? Watson?
Me: Yeah, I'm writing a Holmes pastiche. Deal with it. ::wipes forehead in relief that the visible scene did not involve Holmes, Watson and a blowjob::
Mom: And who's the guy in that picture. ::points at desktop::
Me: Robert Downey Jr. He's the new Holmes.
Mom: ::gives weirdo daughter a long-suffering look::
Me: ::makes laptop font teeny tiny so 80 year-old eyes will have more difficulty reading it and changes desktop picture temporarily to Hokusai's The Great Wave::
Also, I'm terribly amused that I can call Holmes fanfic "pastiche", like it's almost respectable. *g*
The not-so-awesome thing is my mom is a snoop.
Mom: What are you working on?
Me: Um, nothing.
Mom: ::moves amazingly fast for an 80 year-old recovering from knee surgery and peeks at laptop screen:: Holmes? Watson?
Me: Yeah, I'm writing a Holmes pastiche. Deal with it. ::wipes forehead in relief that the visible scene did not involve Holmes, Watson and a blowjob::
Mom: And who's the guy in that picture. ::points at desktop::
Me: Robert Downey Jr. He's the new Holmes.
Mom: ::gives weirdo daughter a long-suffering look::
Me: ::makes laptop font teeny tiny so 80 year-old eyes will have more difficulty reading it and changes desktop picture temporarily to Hokusai's The Great Wave::
Also, I'm terribly amused that I can call Holmes fanfic "pastiche", like it's almost respectable. *g*
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Re: Pastiche
Date: 2010-04-27 12:41 am (UTC)I try to maintain what privacy I have with my mom. I've got precious little with my kid. I dread what's going to happen when she learns to read. Or starts going through my slash cabinet. ("Mommy, what are Bodie and Doyle doing on the cover of that book? And wait, is that where you got the name for my stuffies?")