Insent. You know, they're right, this is a lot more fun with another person.(/Munch...right, who's kidding who, now...but I need to make the effort, at least)

hmmm. erika, nothing's shown up.

Stupid yahoo bastards. Maybe it's me. Is there a space in your address or anything?

nope. try again?

edit: it's an underscore: sf underscore deb at yahoo .com)

This is so weird. It did not show up in my sent either. It's like it didn't exist. Conspiracy of silence?No, I'm a dumbass who attached the file but neglected to click "Send". I think I got it now.

hehe. I'm in mid-workout, but will let you know when it shows up, OK?

edit: safe and sound in my inbox.

HELP.

Which hand is Lindsey's evil one? Right or left? Doing a drabble challenge.

Deb, I believe it's his right hand.

Or, let's try this...

When he's playing guitar at Caritas, and you look at him from behind, his normal hand is doing the chords and evil hand is strumming.

(Yes. Have no clue about guitars.)

Kewl!

Drabble, for a Lindsey challenge:

Bending at the Wrist

His knees still work.

Damned good thing, too, since the hand is fucked up beyond belief. The synapses from brain to fingers on the transplant, they just don't work right. He tells it, bend; sometimes it does, other times not. He commands it, scratch an itch; it pokes the waittress' nipple instead, and she hits him, and the hand seems amused.

He rolls it, flexes it, kneels carefully. The guitar case has three snap-latches; the first two are fine, third latch, the hand skitters across the top. Fucking tease.

"Come on, asshole." He bends the wrist. "I've got a gig."

He has an evil, seperated from his body...hand.?!Unlike my left one, that does impressions thereof. So yes, I pretty much type one handed...hope I don't go blind, too.