My yuletide assignment did not make me cry, which is about all one can ask for, I expect.
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My yuletide assignment did not make me cry
Heh. Neither did mine, although I will admit to reading the e-mail from the hallway, because the way I signed up in a few fandoms could have landed me with some very complicated group sex... or did it?
This is beautiful because it's so surreal:
Madeline was saying as she walked with Nikita into an enormous vault that housed antiques, valuables and of course the most dazzling of jewels, “… So I wondered why not conduct an ‘Antique Road Show’, they used to be very popular before Armageddon.”
Without context, it's totally marzipan in your pie plate, bingo!
With context, I fear it will probably be rotten mincemeat in the brainpan, oy no!
I'm kind of tempted to make the last sentence my new tagline.
an ‘Antique Road Show’
I'm fairly convinced it should be an antiques road show, but I don't want to go and look it up just in case it turns out that I'm right, because then I'd know that and I'd be scaring myself. re-reads sentance Now is not the time to start the complicated essay, is it? My sense-making appears to have stayed in bed.
I so enjoy these snippets of The TFN-fic From Hell that you bring us. Although most of the time I'm reduced to lurkage these days, but - gosh. It's priceless.
edited for stoopid typo. sigh.
I got my yuletide job as well. There's nothing particularly strange about it, but... suddenly I have no idea how to do it. Why did I sign up for this again?
And it's het. Don't get me wrong, I volunteered for it. Still, I haven't written anything with girls in it since... um... X-Men?
I'm prepping a recommendation for Crack Van, and I was wondering if the following would sail over the heads of too many people in the group:
(title) is one of the darkest, most painful CSI fics I have ever read. How dark? How painful? Well, imagine for a moment that Jerry Bruckheimer decided one day to turn over creative control of the show. To Tim Minear. That about sums it up.
Thoughts? Should I leave it as-is or rephrase?
I love it, Anne.