Not having a scanner makes that tricky, but maybe I can borrow on.
Simon: Captain... why did you come back for us? Mal: You're on my crew. Simon: Yeah, but you don't even like me. Why'd you come back? Mal: You're on my crew. Why we still talking about this?
'Safe'
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 - Oct 15, 2006 4:26:05 pm PDT #8539 of 10001
brillig
Topic!Cindy - Oct 16, 2006 2:51:59 am PDT #8540 of 10001
What is even happening?
Do you think someone in dh's family does?
Steph L. - Oct 16, 2006 7:36:59 am PDT #8541 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Behold! As I pinch-hit for Lee....
Challenge #128 (cup of coffee and a piece of pie) is now closed.
Challenge #129 is desert island. (Remember -- this is non-fandom, so no LOST drabbles, please! Unless you can make more goddamn sense than J. J. Abrams is....)
Toddson - Oct 16, 2006 9:22:07 am PDT #8542 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
Making more sense than J.J. Abrams isn't much of a challenge ....
Liese S. - Oct 16, 2006 9:45:35 am PDT #8543 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Hey, connie, I've got a spare scanner. I'm not all that sure on how well it's working, but if I can get it up and running in the next month or two, it's yours if you want it.
Scanning the photos is a great idea. During my last visit to Hawaii, we looked through lots of old family photos, and they were really valuable to me. I'd hate for you to lose something that may matter to you down the road if you run into a relative with the info.
Typo Boy - Oct 16, 2006 10:01:00 am PDT #8544 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
One slice of real New York cheesecake -plain. No strawberries, no chocolate, no syrups. Cream cheese as dense as the plate it rests on. Sugar adds sweetness, but doesn't drown out the savory flavor. Real cheesecake - yellow, not white. Maybe even a hint of blue.
Crust is flour, sugar, egg, butter, vanilla - lemon peel if you must. Again, not too sweet. Or graham cracker will do.
At the first forkful, Continents, seas , oceans separate me from everyone else. The world goes away as taste buds explode in a giant foodgasm. All alone - on a desert island.
SailAweigh - Oct 16, 2006 10:17:15 am PDT #8545 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Hee, TB, that's cute. Nice play on words.
Connie Neil - Oct 16, 2006 10:57:48 am PDT #8546 of 10001
brillig
Liese, that would be wonderfully generous. If you get it to the point of working, let me know how much it would cost to ship it.
erikaj - Oct 16, 2006 11:44:14 am PDT #8547 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Hey, all. I suppose the ethics of my response to this challenge are iffy since the "desert island" trope came up in a discussion I had elsewhere this week. But only some of these are quotes.
Overheard among the fannish
“Ooh, how about just me and him on a desert island?”
“Oh, you and your desert island...why can’t you people ever lust for anyone somewhere that doesn’t make me think of getting sand up my ass?!”
“Gee, that’s romantic.”
“I’ve heard his IQ is crazy high...do you think he could build a radio out of a coconut?”
”I think if it were me, we’d have other things to think about.
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”My sister!1!”
”Do you think you used enough emoticons on that post? Seriously, people.”
“Lighten up.”
“How about a weekend at the Ritz?”
”I didn’t know you thought of me that way.”
”No, for you and him, silly :P”
“No...he wouldn’t go. It’s baseball season.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s why he wouldn’t go.”
“You don’t have to be such a buzzkill.”
amych - Oct 16, 2006 1:16:53 pm PDT #8548 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Making more sense than J.J. Abrams isn't much of a challenge ....
Dude, yeah. I have spam that can achieve that in 100 words or less.