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PUSHING DAISIES: Loose Ends (Part Four) It was 8:11 in the morning. Today, Olive Snook strode over to the door of the Giddy Goat, pushed, and marched straight in without hesitating. New Olive was very proud of her.PUSHING DAISIES: Loose Ends (Part Four) by Captain-Introvert
Taylor the latte-boy smiled as he recognised her from behind the counter.
“Well, good morning Olive,” he said. “The usual?”
Olive grinned at him and said “Yes, please, Taylor, thank you very much.”
Taylor gave her a little salute and turned to the coffee machine.
In a rare burst of confidence — and genuine curiosity — she said “Say, what do you call someone who makes coffee for a living?”
Taylor answered without looking away from his work. “A barista,” he said.
“Oh,” said Olive, “I thought that was a lawyer.”
Taylor smiled at her. Olive nearly went weak at the knees. He really did have
PUSHING DAISIES: Loose Ends (Part Three) Just say hello to him.PUSHING DAISIES: Loose Ends (Part Three) by Captain-Introvert
This is what New Olive whispered in Olive’s ear as she stood once more on the doorstep of the Giddy Goat, hand on the door handle, deliberating with herself. The coffee shop was relatively empty this particular morning and so through the glass door Olive could clearly see the latte-maker whose name she did not know. She watched him as she waited.
No, exclaimed Old Olive, too scary.
New Olive gritted her teeth. If you don’t say something, they don’t notice. They’re men. Olive’s mind briefly drifted back to countless afternoons spent batting her eyelashes, lowering her neckline and otherwise attempting to attract the Piemaker’s attention. New Olive snapped her fingers and pulled her self’s mind back to the present before it could begin to indulge in wistful regrets.
Go on, encouraged New Olive. Introduce yourself. Tell him
PUSHING DAISIES: Loose Ends (Part Two) “I ain’t surprised the fuzz thought Franklin Foe zapped himself to silicone heaven,” said Emerson Cod. “This place is a violation of personal safety.”PUSHING DAISIES: Loose Ends (Part Two) by Captain-Introvert
The private detective looked around Franklin Foe’s office with a curl of his lip. Books and papers lay strewn in piles around the floor. A threadbare armchair peeped out from one corner, layered in all manner of cardboard packages that time forgot. A small congregation of half-empty mugs huddled on the desk, silently plotting the next outbreak of food poisoning.
Chuck pursed her lips. “Well, if Frederic Foster hadn’t got to him first, his office would have killed him sooner or later,” she said, frowning at a chicken sandwich mouldering on a shelf. She sighed. “How are we supposed to find any evidence linking Foster to the murder when every surface is already covered in organic matter?”
“Hand sanitiser,” barked
PUSHING DAISIES: Loose Ends (Part One) For two years, four months, nineteen days, nine hours and twenty-seven minutes the Piemaker and the girl he called Chuck had been unable to touch. If his skin met hers in so much as an accidental brush, one of them would die, and the other would be left with a broken heart. So they lived their lives in a carefully calculated dance of avoidance, moving in tandem but never in contact, utilising a variety of tools and precautions with astounding ingenuity to ensure the safety of their unusual love affair — bells were stitched to the Piemaker’s slippers in order to alert Chuck of his whereabouts, twin beds in the same room allowed the lovers to sleep together if not directly beside one another, a plastic grille was installed in the front of their car to prevent any sudden swerves or emergency braking from throwing them against each other and kissing was even occasionally managed with the help of a large sheet of plastic wrap. Whilst this incorporeal relationshPUSHING DAISIES: Loose Ends (Part One) by Captain-Introvert
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And, a small note on The Hobbit:
To be honest, even I; the girl who cannot get enough of Middle-Earth, thought it was a little long-winded in places. Yes, we know that Thorin wants to reclaim his throne. We get it. Next. Did the elves REALLY need to go to Lake-town? (although, always nice to see more of Legolas' hilarious facial expressions) Stephen Fry seemed sadly pointless, IT'S THE MOON, YOU BLOODY FOOLS! and that love-triangle with Tauriel and Kili, WHAT was going on there?! (note to writers; however hard you try, you cannot sexy-up dwarves) And my two favourite scenes from the novel (the spiders, and Bilbo's conversations with Smaug) were spoiled by a somewhat misguided attempt to up to ante. Shouldn't have taken an arachnophobe to see that film.
However, points for Beorn, would have liked to see more of him. Gandalf regal and awe-inspiring as always. Nice little pointers to the 'next' films. Smaug was better than I ever imagined he could be, in voice, personality, and quality of CGI (in fact, I think he looked more real than Orlando Bloom at some points). RED-HAIRED LADY ELF! FINALLY! Sets suitably beautiful, Necromancer suitably Saurony, and Thranduil...
Well. Thranduil. What can I say?