I like Ginger's Rules of Order! I'm assuming there are by-laws about cabana boys in there...?
Fred: Oh my God! Angel, you're…cute! Angel: Fred, don't! Fred: Oh, but the little hands! And the hair! Angel: Hey! You're fired.
'Smile Time'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Amy - Jul 18, 2005 6:29:03 am PDT #3220 of 10001
Because books.
deborah grabien - Jul 18, 2005 7:12:04 am PDT #3221 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
He really has to be seen in motion. Stills fail to do him justice.
It's the chin. Much too much overt testosterone in there - also, his eyes look chilly to me, somehow. I get all my estrogen up on "you can't touch this, motherfucker!" when I see a jaw that square. The motion, alas, wouldn't help; John Wayne moved like the unholy spawn of a cheetah and a ballet dancer and he still made me want to bop him.
Yo! Topic maitresse! Here, more coffee for you. If I'm drabbling at all, it's going to be between slamming into WMGGW; a whole new diagnosis in the for JP to deal with, plus the Guitar from Hell....
Allyson - Jul 18, 2005 9:32:08 am PDT #3222 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
I LJ'd my outline, and am posting it here in case anyone is interested in seeing what I believe the completed project will look like.
This is such a lovely and surreal experience, and I want to thank everyone for being so generous with the support.
deborah grabien - Jul 18, 2005 10:11:49 am PDT #3223 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
My book likes carrots
So does mine.
erikaj - Jul 18, 2005 10:18:50 am PDT #3224 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I don't have enough to say about this current effort, but "Model Citizen" enjoys a carrot once in a while. Guess what great thing I get to do today! I get to e-mail Perfect Cousin and tell her imperfect me has written a book! (They're all gonna pass a stone. Sometimes I really love my life, just not for the reasons I want to.)
Steph L. - Jul 18, 2005 10:47:31 am PDT #3225 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Okay, am now caffeinated. Drabble time!
Challenge #66 (driving) is now closed.
Challenge #67 is fire, or any related subject, like flames/burning/conflagration, etc.
I blame the weather for this topic. (No, southern Ohio is NOT on fire. It just feels like it.)
ChiKat - Jul 18, 2005 10:52:58 am PDT #3226 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Allyson, the essay summaries look great! Personally, I'll buy a copy when it comes out.
Susan W. - Jul 18, 2005 10:56:40 am PDT #3227 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
What ChiKat said. I'm rooting for you hard.
deborah grabien - Jul 18, 2005 11:51:23 am PDT #3228 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Fire drabble. From the POV of JP Kinkaid in the new series. An incident from the first book, close to one from life.
I Burn for You
You came to me. Unbelievable, yeah? I issued the invite on the radio, and after everything? You came back.
I never played a better gig. After the show, burning, sod the band's limo, not sharing you. Back to my room at the Miyako, and I'm burning for you, just bloody burning, but you're so young, virginal, so easily broken, and I don't want to scare you.
Blue velvet, that dress, with a million buttons at the back, you naked under it. I undo every button, before you remember the zipper.
Yeah, sod the zipper.
I'm on fire. We both burn.
erikaj - Jul 18, 2005 2:13:35 pm PDT #3229 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
You say you don’t like it/ But I know you’re a liar.
,
Cause when we kiss...ooh, fire! In 1984, that was my most favorite song in all the world. Even more than that woman singing in German that made me feel like I was really cool and in on something. It wasn’t the same sort of thing that was going on for Romeo and Juliet or Samson and Delilah, though. I could just tell, even though I’d only seen not-family kisses in the movies. I could feel it in the way my own body flushed as the song would start to play, and the way I’d get embarrassed when my brother teased me about my fondness for it, because it wasn’t a day that summer until I heard “Fire” once.