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Dinner was... an unfortunate experiment. The sauce & noodle thing didn't work out, and my vegetable... no longer falls under the vegetable classification, I'm afraid. So I ate the fried chicken and the oven-toasted garlic bread.

Got a nice fanfic review for Aquarius, too, this evening. Apparently if I get someone to catch my tense changes for me, I'll automatically be upped from "great fic" to "a spectacular fic."

Interesting. I think it might take a bit more than that, but thought is nice. And Aquarius is one of the fics I was most pleased with when all is said and done. You know, there's those fics of your own that you don't even like to read, and the ones that you really enjoy rereading and leave you feeling better about yourself. This was one of those. Also, I had fun writing it and scouring my thesaurus to think of every possible way to talk about water falling from the sky without using the word "rain." That was rather trying, as a rain-kiss Challenge was the whole point of that fanfic to begin with.

So it's really pretty cool when you're feeling a bit down, and someone sends you a review for an older fic and suddenly you think, "Well hell, I can't cook worth shit but maybe I've got potential with this other thing."

Plus, she said the magic words: "I'm not even a buffy fan...and I quite enjoyed this."

Yeah, that's the sentence that brightens your day night.

Brough to you from Mushmouse at Crumbling Walls:

Thanks to Julz at Marsters Mobsters for this cute tidbit:

"Since Emma Caulfield is in Australia at the moment, there was an
interview on TV yesterday morning where you could email in questions
for her, which of course I taped... and picked out the most
interesting for you to read (There are actually 2 interviewers,
but I mushed them together)"

Quote:

INTERVIEWER: Well, this is a very meaningful question from Francis: Who is a better kisser, James or Nicholas?

(much laughter from both parties)

EMMA: There it is... there it is. Ohhhh...

INT: I take it you get asked that a lot.

EM: I do, I do. Ummm... Who's a... They're just different!

INT: No, come on! Such a diplomat.

EM: Alright, alright, alright, alright... James! Are you happy? Now I'm in trouble.

INT: Why?

EM: Why!? Why is he a better kisser? Or why am I in trouble?

INT: Well, no, why is he a better kisser?

EM: Ummm *insert various signs of hesitation*. There's just a lotta... there's a (laugh) oh wow, wow. There's a lot of commitment to his... to his...

INT: Kissing?

EM: Technique.

psychodragon82 loves me. gave me this.

This is so fucking cool.

Poke at your own risk.

Then do it again.

neat quiz

Does anyone know any good, epic Inu -Yasha fanfics? Cris-- you said you watched it. linadragon, you read IY fic? Anyone?

yanked from lunakornkid:

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	High
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test



You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell.

You can go to hell for being gloomy?

Apparently I'm both a virtuous non-believer and a fraudulent, malicious, panderering heretic. at once.

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Thanks shipperfey for finding this cute thing: