Oh, damn. And I noticed that, too, when reading it here... I knew that there was two things I wanted to mention in the beta.
Damn. I just got so caught up in the story.
Joyce ,'Never Leave Me'
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Oh, damn. And I noticed that, too, when reading it here... I knew that there was two things I wanted to mention in the beta.
Damn. I just got so caught up in the story.
Freaking goddesses.
No, seriously. It was something I'd reworked during a meeting and thought I'd fixed.
Fixed and sent through the queue.
If it makes you feel better, I read through the story before you replied, and I didn't even see the errors.
Shweet. Thanks.
I'm not awake fully, and won't be until I hit work and the blessed beanjuice gets me. I really ought to have learned my lessons by now.
Story fixed on the archive.
I really ought to have learned my lessons by now.
Heh. This is why I like having administrative power. Because I haven't quite learned my lessons, either.
The worst part is, when I sent in on GO, I sent a copy to myself, read it over, and *still* missed it.
Heh. Kind of liked People Undone.
I love that writer.
I read so much Wes/Lilah/Etc. today.
Now that mine is done, I felt like I was allowed to do so. Though I'm weirded by the fanon scotch drinking (his, not hers, hers is canon).
I kept waiting for one story to have him get a bloody mary, or a boilermaker, or schnapps. Anything we've seen him *drink*. Hell, even wine. But no... scotch. Sigh.
Scotch--the drink of angst. No getting around it. It's hard to be angsty over a bloody Mary--unless it's really blood and her name was Mary.
If it's a noir Western you could probably get away with tequila, but even then your tortured hero is likely to be hunched over a bottle of whiskey. Vodka and schnapps would work well in some old, grey city filled with existential woe. Boilermakers involve whiskey, don't they? If he was lurking around the office, a boilermaker might work.
But when you're dealing out the real, low-down, end-of-your-rope angst, the poetic drink is whiskey.
edit: the only ones who do angst well with wine is some smelly, grey-haired guy in a tattered coat, huddled in some boxes in an alley, and it turns out he used to be a succesful surgeon or brilliant musician, until That Day. And then he's most likely swilling down Thunderbird or Mad Dog 20/20.