Tracy: 'When you can't run, you crawl... and when you can't crawl, when you can't do that--' Zoe: 'You find someone to carry you.'

'The Message'


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A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.


Nutty - Jul 28, 2004 9:40:49 am PDT #5907 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

I have been entirely convinced he was a fake and entirely convinced his story was real, and am currently somewhere in the middle.

Kaspar Hauser is an entertaining case -- lots of details, but still not quite enough for definitive answers about what afflicted him. (Which is why I like to make him all articulate, and also because letters from someone with a major language disorder can be kind of hard to follow.) As Deb noted, it's now been reasonably established, via DNA, that he was the heir of the house of Baden, and a lot of the activity of his benefactors implies that plenty of people knew it at the time.


Lyra Jane - Jul 28, 2004 10:21:28 am PDT #5908 of 10001
Up with the sun

it's now been reasonably established, via DNA, that he was the heir of the house of Baden

Ah, I hadn't read that. Off to Google...


Steph L. - Jul 28, 2004 11:07:26 am PDT #5909 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Okay, I'll admit it. I have no idea who Kaspar Hauser is.

Don't tell me, though. I'm going to Google. I want to find out on my own, and then I'll come strolling back to say "Oh, yes, the implications of the Kasper Hauser dialectic are even today affecting international detente."

Or something.


Nutty - Jul 28, 2004 11:20:02 am PDT #5910 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

I don't think he deserves his own dialectic. He was basically The Man in the Iron Mask, except no mask and serious neurological deficits due to neglect. Also, Germany instead of France.

Okay, he was nothing like The Man in the Iron Mask.


erikaj - Jul 28, 2004 11:21:41 am PDT #5911 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

Wasn't he Kevin Spacey? No, that was Keyser Soze.


Connie Neil - Jul 28, 2004 11:26:01 am PDT #5912 of 10001
brillig

Come the revolution, everyone will have their own dialectic. Rise up, my brothers and sisters! You have nothing to lose but, um, your non-dialectic thingies.


deborah grabien - Jul 28, 2004 11:59:37 am PDT #5913 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

This is longer than 100 words - I remembered a dream I have, a little too often for my own comfort. I had it again last night. It fits the theme, weirdly enough, but I'm not word counting here. It hurts.

Often

He's gone again.

Last night I dreamed of him, as I often do. He was young again, fingers on the keyboard, smiling, the fragile charm shining, as it often did, through enormous brown eyes, set like beacons in a fragile face, calling me home again.

Then, in the way of dreams, the air between us thickened, a red-tinted mist. Here was the old jeopardy, regret turning tragic, loss beyond regaining. The door opened and shut behind him, as it often did.

I wonder, as I often do, what would have happened if I had stayed. I wonder if love would have survived between us. I wonder if he would be alive today.

I wonder, and I fight down the taste of tears, bile, salt. I often do.


§ ita § - Jul 28, 2004 12:27:06 pm PDT #5914 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

She looks around again. She's alone here, unless you count it, and she's wont to.

It wasn't here yesterday, or any of the times she's been here before. But she's never been at the knollside at sunset. Red light bleeds over the horizon and sends every shadow reaching towards the new (or perhaps old) door.

She lets her fingers brush against it - they want to, and she doesn't feel able to stop them. It's warm - warmer than dead wood should be, on an evening where the chill creeps in with the shadow.

She didn't push it. Why is it opening?


erikaj - Jul 29, 2004 4:25:07 pm PDT #5915 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

I posted some "Crip Noir" in lj. It's at [link] Thoughtfully cut-tagged for your protection. pauses to aim "Cut tag, this, bitch," look at New Mod on Thursday100, but that's another story, for Another Day. Just one life-affirming story after another. Nobody has ever seen this. Keep that in mind as you read, and not in a "If I don't get feedback, I'll quit writing," ff.net sense.


Beverly - Jul 29, 2004 8:28:47 pm PDT #5916 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

More, erika. Damn, woman.