Pleasant Grove is a sub-part of the Provo-Orem metro-sprawl. I'm in Provo. Damn, I'll have to pay for that missing Pratchett before they let me have anything else. Oh, well.
Fred: Oh my God! Angel, you're…cute! Angel: Fred, don't! Fred: Oh, but the little hands! And the hair! Angel: Hey! You're fired.
'Smile Time'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Connie Neil - Oct 15, 2004 2:43:31 pm PDT #7363 of 10001
brillig
§ ita § - Oct 15, 2004 2:43:56 pm PDT #7364 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I suspect they do sharing, don't they?
Dude. It's Mormon country.
Yeah -- that joke was much more on the easy side, than the tasteful.
Connie Neil - Oct 15, 2004 2:47:33 pm PDT #7365 of 10001
brillig
But only one side gets to share. The other side gets it all.
deborah grabien - Oct 15, 2004 2:49:07 pm PDT #7366 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Well, I'd hate to think that with the wholy many-wifedness thing, they would be the only state that didn't have a book-sharing system in place.
Too odd. You know?
JohnSweden - Oct 15, 2004 5:47:22 pm PDT #7367 of 10001
I can't even.
Deb!
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Cool, eh?
victor infante - Oct 15, 2004 7:26:52 pm PDT #7368 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
Poem/prose drabble thang:
Warhol Days
In the days of the pop stardom draft, your fifteen minutes of fame are mandatory. There will be no notification by mail or Instant Messenger. The paparazzi will simply sprout like the first crop of spring, trampling the lawn and displacing garden gnomes. The animated corpse of Ed McMahon will hand you a cartoon check worth the cardboard it’s printed on, and the weight of effervescence will hit you in the forehead like a pebble in the hands of a paste-eating third-grade bully. Smile for the cameras, lest their microphones transform into switchblades, quick as sound bites. Give them something worth remembering—the lullaby your mother sang to you in the crib, set against the rhythm of the cereal beat box; The bit of Plath you memorized in high school, with a little soft shoe thrown in. Replicate yourself like language, changing color with each inflection. Do not offer the reporters coffee. They’ll be gone before its brewed.
deborah grabien - Oct 15, 2004 10:53:58 pm PDT #7369 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
WOOT on shipping!
ANd Victor - that killed.
Deena - Oct 16, 2004 12:13:20 am PDT #7370 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Oh, that's amazing, Victor. What a great rhythm it's got.
Topic!Cindy - Oct 16, 2004 3:55:33 am PDT #7371 of 10001
What is even happening?
Victor, have you ever considered this writing thing?
victor infante - Oct 16, 2004 5:28:33 am PDT #7372 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
Victor, have you ever considered this writing thing?
I've heard of it. Figure I should give it a try some day.