Well, and really. (a) Does anybody who got a good look at Robert Smith from the Cure really think he could win a death match with an angry squirrel? and (b) does nobody watch South Park? Men in eyeliner are, like, our saviors from Barbra Streisand.

ok erikaj told me to come here .. so uhm hi to everyone !

There are some Angel and Buffy scripts on our site and maybe someone wants to read .... We would be really grateful for feedback !

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have fun reading ...

oh and would anyone like to see / read an episode where numfar comes back?

So I'm reading the Honeymoon story from the Domestic Piranhas series on my Palm in the break room before my shift starts. Lara, current project manager, former boss, in any case ahead of me on the managerial ladder, comes in and says "Oh, you're reading a book on your Palm? How cool. Is it hard to read on that little screen?" She wanders over to glance at the screen. I demonstrate the font change, thinking she either won't bother to look at the words or she won't recognize them. Then she says, "Oh, Buffy! I saw the words Xander and Spike. Is that fanfiction?" "Uh huh," I say lamely, turning off the screen, because they're just about to make out against the lamp post, and I"m not at all sure of the etiquette of a higher manager finding one reading smut on one's own time on one's own Palm.

So, quandary. She sounded interested, and, heck, she even knows fan fiction exists. A general discussion of fanfic might not be too bad, and I could take hte lead from her on whether slash should ever come up. She knows I write--I did a film noir librarian series for the company newsletter--and she'll ask if I write fanfic. If I say yes, she'll want to read it. Reading slash is one thing, but I'm a bit uneasy at her finding some of the stuff I've done, even aside from the weirdness of having someone who knows me knowing what kind of images cavort in my mind.

Connie, tell her you'd like her to read the really good authors (implying you're not, though we all know better) and give her a list of recs as long as your arm. By the time she's done with that, she'll have forgotten that you write it OR you'll be more comfortable allowing her to read yours.

Greek mythology author has started a new story.

Once more she read his name on the nametag affixed to his lapel and raised a bemused brow at him asking, “And what shall I call you - Walter?”

“I am much to persnickety to be called anything else."

Buh?

“Michael, ” The King ordered standing, his regal deportment in evidence...

Someone should tell him his regal deportment is showing.

Michael interrupted, pushed his father away, slapped at his own tears and said, “What crap do you want me to concentrate on. I don’t want to live father.” And fell on the floor crying.

Buh?

...I want the wacky Greek mythology back.

Thing one: since when is Walter uptight and anal-retentive?

Thing two: bwah.

Thing three: slapping at tears? And the... slapping? With the -- say what?

Connie, I understand the quandary. Last night, one of the ladies in my Bible study was asking questions about fanfiction, and I told her my pseud.

I have never been more thankful that I write only gen. (Fanfiction itself wasn't a bugaboo--a former member of the group writes Mag 7 fic)

Still, it was a cool discussion. She loves the idea of drabbles as a way to focus one's writing, and was intrigued by some of the challenges I've seen throughout the fandom. One of the things we talked about was how writing fanfiction within a community has allowed me to enjoy writing for writing's sake, to write something for someone or a groups of someones, and to get personal feedback.

I told my new writer friend I did that...wrote him smut, too. *Now* he has a problem with it. Guess who's never getting any Faith again...maybe if he begs. I like it when they beg. He tells me it's a crutch...next time I'll remind him that for me, a crutch is a step up.

Can I play?

Just the simple blue envelope would raise the hackles on the back of his neck.

A yellow one, by contrast, would raise the hackles on his flippers.

He never knew what to expect when he cut through the seal.

Other than a papal bull or some royal writ from the Middle Ages.

This time; however, it was just a simple message...

The punctuational! Equivalent to, a. Twister; game.