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*dies*

I typed and typed and typed. 12,318 words. That's almost as much as Chosen Few. But it might be done. Needs work, but the basic story is there. Hrm.

She remains a tainted photograph, of everything I want a girl to be...

Before Bowling for Soup's "Girl All the Bad Guys Want", there was "Super Geek" by The Greenberry Woods. Hrm.

Finished the fic. I think. Posted it, anyway. And. Do you know how hard it is to do a spellcheck, when you deliberately wrote Aeryn's Southern Belle lisp? I swear, I thought it was going to crash. Added a bunch of names to the dictionary, too (Crichton, Scorpius... Longshot.).

So. Everyone should go read the scary birthday fic I wrote for my twin. ;)

And then come tell me how little it makes sense.

In other news: naked sword fighting in the snow, courtesy of Oberon. I must ponder this concept.

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And just for the record--since I mentioned it, last year.

My cd copy of Depeche Mode's 'Songs of Faith and Devotion' is not missing. My copy of 'Violator' is, though.

Damnit.