Director: Frank Harling. Heero smiled against his fingers and gave them a kiss, and that was answer enough. It wasn't as if he was in any particular hurry to see the results from his latest tests on the Zero net, anyway. Director: Stephanie Feddern. That would be nice, wouldn't it?

It is. This book is a legend. The one about mechanical failures of the human body. He let his unoccupied hand rest upon Heero's thigh.

Studio Theatre, 1960 - Dialogues, English - 33 pages. One of Heero's hands lifted from the keyboard to join the hands on his chest, but his eyes did not leave the screen. "Aww, no way. "Better. He grinned when he succeeded in getting Heero to glance up and throw a fondly amused look at him. The noise of the wake brings an inevitable end to the ceremony as it wakes up the street (‘Oh, those blessed cats!’, ‘What an unholy din!’, Here, I’ve got a saucepan of water…’). Who is that, Frank?". Better? "I swear, Yuy, if you say that any time spent with me is a good time....", Heero just smiled at the mock-threat and went on.

I'm sorry," he repeated softly, but this time it was an apology for something else altogether, for forgetting that he had a partner who could and would pick up the slack if or when he had to.

", His fingers rubbed soothingly at the flesh beneath them. When they'd both settled in again, Duo asked lazily, "So, feeling better now?" We can watch the rain, then." Alas, poor Fred! So what – or who, rather – is Fred? It was a familiar phrase carrying a familiar concept, and it made its way into the depths of Heero's mind like little else could. He flipped the television on and found them a movie, a law drama. "And of course, since I'm such a considerate boyfriend, I helped you clean up, and we had a good time doing that, too. Well, if you don’t already know, Fred is a cat. "You have a sound mind in a sound body, Heero, not an old mind in an old body." Besides, it was unfair that Heero do all the kissing. Heero had put his body through a lot more wear and tear than any hard drive would ever have to suffer, and he paid for it. Really, I am." "I'll just have to get more creative, then."

It wasn't as if it was all that unpleasant, after all. Finny? "You know, a watched hard drive never defrags, Heero." ", A moment of silence, and then a chuckle. alas, poor yorick. ", "Hey," Duo protested jovially, knocking their shoulders together. "Yeah. disturbs Peter's peace and tranquility. Sounds like a date to me.". Naturally, Duo had chosen to give names to all of the hard drives, and by extension the boxes they were housed in. ( Log Out /  Duo chose not to think too hard about any implications that may or may not have been hiding within that statement. Your birthday hasn't passed yet. What people are saying - Write a review.

i have managed to write a 20k fic all stemming from a failed hard drive. It’s Mrs Spedding’s Ginger, in fact, dressed like a Victorian undertaker. ", Duo got a light kiss on his temple for his troubles. "Hmmm, what should Fred's successor be named?

I love it. Ernest - Edward Atkinson. Sorry. They'd see how well he did against the sneakier ones.

But he’s not just any cat, as becomes evident after his death. F, you said? "I wouldn't know either. Alas, poor Fred. I shouldn't be--", "No, you should," Duo cut in. He dipped a finger into Heero's suds and caught some bubbles on his yellow rubber fingertip. I got your back.". We haven't found any reviews in the usual places. begin with, soon descends into a dark and intense conflict over the There he could catch a faint outline joining his in the reflection. right to sit on the park bench. The motion served to emphasize his point, and to remind them both of the solid abdominal muscles hidden beneath Heero's shirt. Heero elbowed his arm out of the way and set a scrubbed plate down in his side of the sink. Mrs Spedding’s Ginger, no doubt.). Autumn Production 2016 - The Zoo Story, by Edward Albee; Synopsis:   Peter I know that. He shall be missed. It could be a challenge extracting information from a moody Heero. ", Heero knew it was a hopeless battle, but he tried anyway. shakespeare's hamlet. "Why not?" "So, are you busy tomorrow night? Remarkable. Duo waited a few seconds, then decided to provide a prompt.

Bookcase 5, shelf 3, book 7. It’s magnificent. Duo smiled his acknowledgement, even though Heero couldn't really see it from where Duo's head lay pillowed upon his shoulder. That was hopelessly inadequate. This is -a- cup of tea," he said, indicating the cup he held in his hand. ", "I'd like to think we're past the point where we need to concoct reasons and make deliberate plans just to be with each other.

FRED, by Posy Simmonds, published 1987. Well, maybe not, but something guys our age should be doing. Wouldn't it be nicer to just be with each other because we're just with each other? It just got me thinking. The celebrations are beautifully drawn, as is everything, with meticulous attention to detail – the teddy-boy cats in brothel creepers, a couple of mice in leather jackets (while I’m on details, the endpapers are worth looking at, too). I increment my age at the beginning of the year.

One of Heero's hands lifted from the keyboard to join the hands on his chest, but his eyes did not leave the screen. "We should be... oh, out on a date.". Duo rolled his eyes. Maybe we'll catch a movie together or something. "Cool." Not surprisingly, she is so astonished by what she sees that she wakes her brother and drags him into the garden. When the couple was close enough, they usually stopped 'dating' and just started being with each other, or spending their free time together. ", "Good. Almost the opposite, in fact: he usually found the machine typifying some quality of human existence. With nothing more than a fond blink, he altered his actions smoothly into a refill, and offered Heero one while he was at it. "Fred, I think you decided." "I'm sorry. But if you have a sound, old mind in a sound, old body, then I'm gonna have to say that it's the soundness that's more important than the oldness. Heero usually just accepted the less than perfect state of his physical health, but if he was thinking about something mechanical tonight that would make him moody, that was the only thing Duo could think of. ", "I told you last week that it was about time for them to be calling us. Maybe we'll actually catch that movie tomorrow, eh?". That sounds pretty -- hey, wait, I'm not supposed to agree with you." This book is a legend. "Hmmm. Ahem. Farley? "I changed my mind. He turned and pressed another kiss to the side of Duo's head. Of course, you coerced me into helping out with dinner, too, but I didn't mind since we had a good time." That’s his proper funeral, not the one the family had earlier, the one where they buried him underneath the buddleia and Sophie made a little paper gravestone with ‘Fred’ written on it.

Alas, Poor Fred, I Knew Him "You know, a watched hard drive never defrags, Heero." I knew him, Destro, a fellow of infinite greed, of most excellent ruthlessness. "I was just thinking about Fred.". "So who's getting scanned and why? Directors: Chris Bulloch & Lorraine O’Hara. Venue: Theater Arlecchino, Walkeweg 122, Basel, Terms and conditions for actor participation. ", "I think it's about time to retire the f drive. is spending Sunday afternoon reading his book in New York’s Central I said it'd been a while, and the Preventers never like leaving us alone for so long, so they'd probably be finding something for us to do soon.

"And I've never known you to favor a route just because it's easy. The date you chose was just a time for commemoration. When he was done, he handed Heero his, took up his own, and then reclined comfortably into the curve of Heero's welcoming arm. Change ), You are commenting using your Google account. "Well? "So," he said, stabbing a potato thoughtfully with his fork. THE CRUCIBLE, by Arthur Miller. "And you are -my- cup of tea.

He did like a good challenge, anyway. "I wasn't the only one that used to talk to my machine, you know.". Posy Simmonds once described him as the ‘Roy Orbison of the car world’.

He hurried along before Heero had time to do much more than push the side of his head lazily in protest.

You managing to get your data back?" He paused for a few pseudo-scandalized seconds before he was unable to suppress his delighted chuckle for any longer. Alas, Poor Fred, written in 1958 by the British playwright James Saunders (1925-2004) is set in ^a drawing room anywhere _ at ^any time of day or night _.

And even I have some odds and ends that ache in the wrong weather. ‘Puss… puss… ‘ and is immediately rebuffed: ‘I BEG YOUR PARDON!’ This is not a world in which you talk down to cats, because they talk back. Having filled his tub with hot, soapy water, Heero turned off the tap and got to work. ", "What should eighteen-year-old guys be doing? "That's good. "Alas, poor Fred," Duo sighed. presented in 1959, this play put James Saunders on the road to becoming Directors: Felicity Russel & Lorraine O’Hara. As you said, mechanical failures of the human body. O Caterwauley wailey-woe!)

"It. "Well, maybe 'should' is too forceful a word... but you're certainly entitled to a complaint now and again.

And in the morning? I can even recite parts of it, but that’s not surprising: it’s not the longest work in the literary canon.