she waits for me but it is not in vain

perrin (holding a wooden block): this is a bar of soap.
me: oh. does it get slippery in water?
p: yes.
me: does it make foamy suds when you rub it in water?
p: no.
me: it DOESN'T?
P: it doesn't.
me: it does?
p: it doesn't make suds.
me: oh--okay. it must be a non-sudsing bar of soap.
p (rubbing hands together): i'm washing my hands.
me: i see. and there are no suds, so that must be because you were using a non-sudsing bar of soap.
p: talk about why it's a non-sudsing bar of soap.
me: well, it just must be a bar of soap that doesn't make any suds.
p: talk about why it doesn't make any suds.
me: i don't know. it just must be a non-sudsing kind of soap.
p: i use a non-sudsing kind of soap because i don't want to get soap all over my pants.
me: ...oooooooh.

singin' in the rain threesome fic

close to two years ago, in june and july, i wrote a longish piece based on singin in the rain which is unfortunately entirely pg. i tried to submit it to a couple of actual journals--or maybe it was only one--but then i got depressed and uncertain, and stopped making the effort, and so i've still got it on my hard drive, and i still love this movie so much that i can't stand not to subvert it in this way. looking back on the story, i think it's really not sexy enough. or--something. i'm going to try to revise it, make it more vibrant and exciting. possibly add some more conflict (although the movie is notably short on that). anyone want to look it over with that in mind?