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Roomie has toddled off to the mom-and-pop shop down the corner for drinks. He'd managed to give up soda for almost two months, but he's recently fallen off the sugar wagon with the graceless finality of a narcoleptic acrobat plummeting from the tightrope.
He did manage to get the LIFAD bonus tracks onto the computer; the drive had previously refused to read the CD. So now I finally have "Donaukinder" on my playlist. It's my favorite track of the fifteen in terms of the musical arrangement, and not just because Richard gets his solo pants on. It's just flat pretty. and Christoph's booming, magnificent drums make my heart happy. If only they hadn't wasted valuable disc space on the wretched alternate version of "Roter Sand" and "Liese".
Speaking tangentially of Richard, I finally got to see what his son, Merlin(oh, my God, that name; somebody was eating the patchouli when that came up. Now watch it be Richard)looks like when I was double-checking his name. Both Richard's children have hit the genetic lottery. Sonny boy is a dead ringer for his father, right down to the smoking, and it's little wonder that's he's already procreated at fifteen. Damn.
And double damn, because now I have to go through nine chapters of fic and change "Marlon" to "Merlin" in three places. ~weeps~
He did manage to get the LIFAD bonus tracks onto the computer; the drive had previously refused to read the CD. So now I finally have "Donaukinder" on my playlist. It's my favorite track of the fifteen in terms of the musical arrangement, and not just because Richard gets his solo pants on. It's just flat pretty. and Christoph's booming, magnificent drums make my heart happy. If only they hadn't wasted valuable disc space on the wretched alternate version of "Roter Sand" and "Liese".
Speaking tangentially of Richard, I finally got to see what his son, Merlin(oh, my God, that name; somebody was eating the patchouli when that came up. Now watch it be Richard)looks like when I was double-checking his name. Both Richard's children have hit the genetic lottery. Sonny boy is a dead ringer for his father, right down to the smoking, and it's little wonder that's he's already procreated at fifteen. Damn.
And double damn, because now I have to go through nine chapters of fic and change "Marlon" to "Merlin" in three places. ~weeps~
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