My thoughts, they flit like butterflies
Sep. 22nd, 2005 11:05 amI read 1602 last week (thanks, Queue), and the description that best fits seems to be "professional fanfic." I like it, don't get me wrong, but using lots of other people's characters, even with permission, is not quite the same as starting with one's own characters, though the plot is obviously new. "Derivative" doesn't seem the right adjective, having too much of a negative connotation. "Second generation," perhaps?
Is there anything that can be done with a dead keyboard? Maybe there's a use for the individual keys?
I'm feeling better; the lymph nodes are almost back to normal. And salt water rinses really do help (especially when followed by honeyed ginger tea). Plus being woken only once in the middle of the night. I'm still a bit confused by this; I've never had a cold-like-thing that didn't progress beyond my throat, though my nose is quite happy not to have been subjected to millions of tissues, however lotion-infused they might have been. And how is it that so many people are sick just now?
Anticipated local snail mail arrived! Yay!
For the politically entranced, Bush's resume (from Merde, via Aliza 250).
It's amazing that there's another Cat 5 hurricane headed to land in the Gulf. Heck, I'm surprised that we're already at R for hurricanes this year, with so much of the season left, despite the prediction that this would be a very bad year for them. Houston's evacuating, as well as Galveston, and they're even changing highway lanes to allow people to move faster. No talk this time of the Almighty's revenge, I see. (And I can't even imagine what it must be like for the people leaving a second place in less than a month.)
Is there anything that can be done with a dead keyboard? Maybe there's a use for the individual keys?
I'm feeling better; the lymph nodes are almost back to normal. And salt water rinses really do help (especially when followed by honeyed ginger tea). Plus being woken only once in the middle of the night. I'm still a bit confused by this; I've never had a cold-like-thing that didn't progress beyond my throat, though my nose is quite happy not to have been subjected to millions of tissues, however lotion-infused they might have been. And how is it that so many people are sick just now?
Anticipated local snail mail arrived! Yay!
For the politically entranced, Bush's resume (from Merde, via Aliza 250).
It's amazing that there's another Cat 5 hurricane headed to land in the Gulf. Heck, I'm surprised that we're already at R for hurricanes this year, with so much of the season left, despite the prediction that this would be a very bad year for them. Houston's evacuating, as well as Galveston, and they're even changing highway lanes to allow people to move faster. No talk this time of the Almighty's revenge, I see. (And I can't even imagine what it must be like for the people leaving a second place in less than a month.)