Robson.
Pronounced "Robe-son," so maybe it's spelled Robeson.
You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Steph L. - Jun 25, 2003 7:16:50 pm PDT #4575 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
deborah grabien - Jun 25, 2003 7:19:29 pm PDT #4576 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Yes! Ta both. Robson it was.
I kept remembering it as "Rosenberg" and, well, no.
Victor, the idea of Xander and Giles on the future time line - it has all sorts of astonishing possibilities. I'd get in line to read that.
victor infante - Jun 25, 2003 7:24:50 pm PDT #4577 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, the idea of Xander and Giles on the future time line - it has all sorts of astonishing possibilities. I'd get in line to read that.
Huh. Maybe. Need to think about it. In my head, I have a very clear picture of a few things happening: Faith taking a hand in training Dawn, Wesley and Xander striking up a friendship, Oz becoming a monk. The latter, particularly, may well sport a story at some point.
Giles is the one I'm mostly not sure about yet. I think there's a Xander and Giles story in there, and I'm not quite sure yet what it is.
Connie Neil - Jun 25, 2003 7:29:16 pm PDT #4578 of 10001
brillig
Elena kifed my quote about the duster! Fie on you, wee Elena! I love duster Darwinism, it's survived so damned much it deserves to come back from the dead too.
Oh, Victor, in your lovely bit, you have a place where you talk about Xander's eyes, plural (sad sigh). Unless I didn't read it closely enough to see that that was explained. Feh, the things we have to take into account now.
Elena - Jun 25, 2003 7:30:21 pm PDT #4579 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
connie, I prefer to imagine that the eye has been magically regrown... Oh, please let it be.
Have you been working on the seige? Huh? And, also, how are you?
sj - Jun 25, 2003 7:31:19 pm PDT #4580 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I prefer to imagine that the eye has been magically regrown
I suppose Willow could find a way.
victor infante - Jun 25, 2003 7:33:13 pm PDT #4581 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
Oh, Victor, in your lovely bit, you have a place where you talk about Xander's eyes, plural (sad sigh). Unless I didn't read it closely enough to see that that was explained. Feh, the things we have to take into account now.
Bah. Magic, schmagic. In 20 years we'll have liquid lens technology. Read it in a glossy magazine, I did.
Connie Neil - Jun 25, 2003 7:38:38 pm PDT #4582 of 10001
brillig
Elena, yes, I've been working on the siege. Arrows have flown. When I stop reading stuff in here I shall go transcribe.
Me? I feel like the Chinese and Greek fates have gotten together and are trying to top each other in definitions of interesting and dramatic.
Elena - Jun 25, 2003 7:44:42 pm PDT #4583 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
You know what you need, my dear? A vacation. Just a little time for yourself.
Connie Neil - Jun 25, 2003 7:50:54 pm PDT #4584 of 10001
brillig
I'm actually trying to work together something for Aug 7-8, which I've taken off (conveniently with a weekend, though I'm sure my work will have me come in that Saturday) which involves going to Wendover, Nev., mini-Vegas on the border, two hours' drive from Salt Lake City. They've got a fun bus which is cheap, but it leaves damned early in the morning and is always full of elderly folks with nothing better to do, and while I enjoy people watching, I dno't want to be trapped alone with bored grand-parents who want to grill me about my life. But my car is not up to a long drive through the West Desert and the infamous Salt Flats. Maybe I can find a cheap rental with a CD player, bring my Billy Idol and loud stuff and stay over cheap in Wendover before driving back Friday morning. Amy has family obligations, or I'd talk her into going with me.