Take a passage from one of your fics, translate it in Babelfish into a language of your choice, then back to English.
English-Italian-English
Take a passage from one of your fics, translate it in Babelfish into a language of your choice, then back to English.
English-Italian-English
Just got done another marathon viewing of Angel Season 4. Minus Home. I’ll get to Home again when I have my friends holding my hand. But the research, the research was important. Needed the Big Picture. So many thoughts. Reviews to do, fics to write.
Speaking of fics, finally has a table of contents. I always forget how hard LJ is to navigate, even if you’re familiar with it. So here ’tis:
“I just want everything back to the way it was.”
“It’s never going to be, you know.”
O.K., kids. Let’s review
There are some cool, in-depth, and insightful analyses of my Connor spin-off virtual series The Destroyer in starryniteshade‘s LJ. Here are the links to his posts on the first three episodes:
Welcome to L.A.
By Design
Training Day
And as an added bonus, you get behind-the-scenes commentary by yours truly (just like if TD had DVD special features!)
Inspired from the discussion in my previous post.
And surprisingly not the first stand-alone fanfic I’ve ever written. But it should probably be the last.
; )
For Friday, October 29th, 2004
– It’s Halloween weekend in San Francisco. Which means much zaniness. O.K. much more zaniness. I totally should have worn my Gentleman Devil horns to work today.
– Today’s the day of the grand opening of the Safeway across the street from my work. I know this sounds trivial, but we’ve been out here in the nuovo boondocks for a year without basic services.
– The ATPo virtual Angel: the Series Season 6 is premiering this Sunday at 9 p.m. Eastern/6 p.m. Pacific!
– And just in case there’s anyone on my flist who doesn’t already know, I’ve been guilty of committing fanfic since August. My post-NFA Connor spin-off virtual series can be found here:
Oh, my head is swimming. I have many thoughts today.
A muse has come to bless my keyboard again with words… no, not my old muse. She’s still in Cuernavaca, the filthy harlot. A new muse… or two. That’s all I’ll say. Don’t want to jinx the flow!
Oh, I just *know* I’m jinxing it by even saying anything!
Muses are just so f*cking high-maintenance and over-sensitive.
*runs*
*hides*