Teppy, if you get stuck for a topic, yanking another ten photos out of that archive seems like gold.
Hauser: You really think you can solve the problem? Come into Wolfram & Hart and make everything right? Turn night into glorious day? You pathetic little fairy. Angel: I'm not little.
'Just Rewards (2)'
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.
Connie Neil - Mar 15, 2005 6:49:56 pm PST #617 of 10001
brillig
Steph L. - Mar 15, 2005 6:54:07 pm PST #618 of 10001
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated
Never fear -- I already have about 30 more marked in a reminder private LJ post.
deborah grabien - Mar 15, 2005 11:00:39 pm PST #619 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
SUsan, just got in, but I'll check it out in the morning. Send it on.
erikaj - Mar 16, 2005 8:33:39 am PST #620 of 10001
I'm a fucking amazing catch!--Fiona Gallagher, Shameless(US)
I'm not sure about the number, but it's the same one Jesse used.
[link]
As She Clicks- 1944
“You can’t take our picture right now, Doris,” I say.”Everyone will think all we do at the magazine is drink.”
”Not true,” Betty says. “They will think we chase men, too.” Betty is really funny, but it sneaks up on you. She is kind of the Rosalind Russell of our crowd. If she did chase a man, he would chase back.
“No, “ Doris argues. “They’ll understand we’re celebrating. “ Our magazine is one year old today. “They do it at the New Yorker.”
“But they’re from New York,” I say, knowing I’ll get outvoted, “They do everything.”
Betsy HP - Mar 16, 2005 9:08:49 am PST #621 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
Venice, he had said. We must feed the pigeons. She had smiled and humored him; it was their honeymoon, after all, a time for whims, caprices, follies. She'd even sprinkled birdseed into his hat without a murmur about the inevitable cleaning bills.
So, Venice. A few years later, Constantinople; then Casablanca, each gilded with his laughter, made gemütlich by his company. Next year, perhaps, Jerusalem?
Apparently not. She leans on the single permissable suitcase; again it sticks. She removes the photograph album and drops it into the trash. Now she must travel light; the memories need no room at all.
deborah grabien - Mar 16, 2005 9:19:25 am PST #622 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Damn. Two corkers.
Pix - Mar 16, 2005 9:25:51 am PST #623 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
I adore these drabbles, all of them. There are so many good ones that I don't know where to start in my praise of them.
Strix - Mar 16, 2005 9:39:53 am PST #624 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Who is behind the camera, looking at these saucy girls, aching to become women? Who is gazing at Emily, checkered skirts "accidently" hiked up to show a glimpse of undergarment? Mary's schoolgirl braids, milky skin and forthright eyes, and tomboy Ann, with her poker-straight posture and clenched jaw?
And why does the camera linger on uncertain Isabelle, the timid one, the only one too shy to put the cigarette (forbidden to good girls, which they were) between her lips?
Mark her. Mark Isabelle.
It's the last day of her life.
Atropa - Mar 16, 2005 9:42:13 am PST #625 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Oooh, Erin. That made me shiver.
Strix - Mar 16, 2005 9:46:04 am PST #626 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Thanks, Jilli!