And the fact that I don't know who Mahoney is, yet.

You will.

And I could see what they were trying to do with HSB; I just didn't care, mostly because I am apparrently allergic to Veronica Hamel, at the molecular level of allergens.

She makes my temper break out in hives, for some reason. I feel about her the way I feel about Lara Flynn Boyle, and how IIRC Plei feels about Julianne Moore.

Errands!

Can I tell y'all how refreshing it is to talk about my dialogue without someone saying "Could you watch the cursing?" I was in a group, but I quit cause they asked me that ALL. The. Time. Made me feel nasty. I wanted to pull a John Callahan and say "Fuck, no!" but I didn't have the ovaries.(And not just cause of the compliments...I trust you to tell me if it sounds weird, too.) Just rambling.

I'm not sure if I clicked twice, or the Phoenix did. Nothing to see here.

Some pictures for reference.

Kay: [link]

FranknTim!: [link]

Luther Mahoney: [link]

Loving the Homicide fic erika. Picayune note:

He thought he put the thought

...is probably too thoughtful.

Even for Timmy The Mindfucker, yep(Mindfuckers unite! If it feels right, maybe. Not that I judge...but you know). That'll teach me not to draft first, damn it. Will change to "He thought he put her out of his mind." Yeah?

Will change to "He thought he put her out of his mind." Yeah?

Sounds good.

The fic is excllent, btw.

Anybody got a problem with your use of profanity in fiction, you look 'em in the eye and say, "Suck my cock, bitch." Especially if they're a guy.

Bwah!Thanks. And they can kiss my entire crippled ass.(even though they have them, too. Community, my ass.)The funny part is you know me more than an hour, you know I talk like that. Where comes the shock? And compared to...Paulie Walnuts, my language is quite pristine.

The only time I have any problem with profanity is in large mixed public gatherings, where no one knows each other - malls, elevators, public transport. And there, it's akin my dislike of people blaring their music. Um, hey, asswipes? What makes you think I want to share your taste in music, profanity or whatever?

When it comes to writing? I endorse Hec's comment. Tell 'em to blow you.

Jesus, Erika, this is SO damned good. And I've still never seen H:LotS, and you're so totally selling me on it. But you're a fucking good writer, woman. You really are - deft and witty and the luscious turns of phrase keep right on coming. You go, girl.