Wash: Well, I wash my hands of it. It's a hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. Something with imagery. Zoe: You could lock the door and keep the power-hungry maniac at bay. Wash: Oh, no, I'm starting to like this poetry idea now. Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower, somewhat less attractive now she's all corpsified and gross...

'Shindig'


The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?

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


erikaj - Jun 19, 2009 10:46:13 am PDT #1723 of 6739
"Somewhere in this building is our talent." Toby Ziegler, my spirit animal

Well, you can if you want...thank you.


Atropa - Jun 20, 2009 10:11:42 am PDT #1724 of 6739
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

HOLY CRAP NEIL GAIMAN HAS TWITTERED ABOUT THE GOTHIC CHARM SCHOOL SITE!

I ... I can't even. Words, gone!


sumi - Jun 20, 2009 10:13:59 am PDT #1725 of 6739
Art Crawl!!!

No WAY!

That so rocks.


erikaj - Jun 20, 2009 10:15:40 am PDT #1726 of 6739
"Somewhere in this building is our talent." Toby Ziegler, my spirit animal

Remember us when you're famous.


Barb - Jun 20, 2009 10:18:55 am PDT #1727 of 6739
“Not dead yet!”

HEE!! How wonderful!


Anne W. - Jun 20, 2009 10:38:16 am PDT #1728 of 6739
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

WOW!


amych - Jun 20, 2009 10:44:58 am PDT #1729 of 6739
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

HOLY CRAP NEIL GAIMAN HAS TWITTERED ABOUT THE GOTHIC CHARM SCHOOL SITE!

I SAW THAT!!!! There may have been live-action squeeage in the middle of lunch.


Amy - Jun 20, 2009 11:09:40 am PDT #1730 of 6739
Because books.

Aw, Jilli, that is completely awesome! Go, Mr. Gaiman! Representing our Jilli!


DebetEsse - Jun 20, 2009 12:02:17 pm PDT #1731 of 6739
Woe to the fucking wicked.

Has the site crashed yet? He's got a hash tag for when he breaks the Internet.


Liese S. - Jun 20, 2009 7:36:01 pm PDT #1732 of 6739
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

YOU ASKED HIM FOR A BLURB, RIGHT?