November 30, 2003 'One Word' scribblesSeductionI looked at him — just how does one seduce his own twin, even if he is rather sure it would not be taken ill — and was suprized as he kissed /me/. DepthI looked out into the depths of space — depths that were going to become my grave if Duo didn’t manage to get out here in the next, I checked, 10 hours — at least I finally got though to him.  Found the smilie errorI found the problem with my smiley definitions: <MTMacroDefine name="smile-hug"
string='>: D<' no_html="1">
<img src="/images/smiles/hug.gif"
alt="*hug-hug*" border="0"
width="48" height="18" />
</MTMacroDefine>
For some reason that one not only doesn’t work, any smiles after it on the line don’t work either. >< For now I’m using }: D{ rather than >: D< but I would like to get it fixed… What was that :-/Oo-kay that was a weird-ass dream.. Why the flong would I be blowing up a boarding school with Heero Yuy?? Working Smiles Turned out to be easier (and I had a little more time) than I expected — the smilies are about the same file names & codes as the ones I use on Enlightened Dreams. Now all I have left to do for these is an art blog post — unless I decide to expand the set. edit: well some of them… >< November 29, 2003November 28, 2003Wet FridayMood: Music: Rain :PGrr I just lost the multi-paragraph entry about my wet slightly anoying day — right now I don’t feel like redoing the whole this so a quick summary:
November 27, 2003Happy Thanksgiving To those of you who don’t know me I’m an unemployed (hopefully not continuing too much longer) 20-something from NE Massachusetts. I write, mostly fan fiction, I program in PHP and Perl, and I spend far too much time online doing the above. 'One Word' scribblesDepthI looked blearily across the table. Perhaps that third depth shot wasn’t a good idea after all; I was begining to feel more like vomiting than talking. TheifI looked up at the vials of medicine; I’d gotten this far, what little warding there was across the shelf wasn’t going to stop me. No one else was going to die of this if I could help it. SeductionHis hand brushed across me staying second longer than they needed to reach the ingredients. Surely surely Draco Malfoy wouldn’t want… me? November 20, 2003'One Word' scribblesThief“Stop, you fucking little punk,” he swore, and I put on the speed — I knew damned well that he wasn’t simply planning to try to turn me in to the cops, but rather to have an excuse to beat me bloody. IceburgI looked oddly at the blond boy — was he an iceburg — he’d just been told his father had died and he stood there in this black school robes with his Sytherin tie, glaring — and the I noticed the rogue tear. LevelWhen would thing be at a steady constant level…. Everything was so influx, so unstable… I was afraid for the future. ShelterI shivered looking longingly at the shelter across the road. I shook my head — if they didn’t simply kick me out for being a mutant there was no way I could pass for 18… OrchestraI looked into the empty pit, the broken chairs and rusted stands, once this was a great concert hall, now the ravages of war had left in naught but a shell. November 14, 2003'One Word' scribblesOrchestraThe ‘Orchestra of Space’ he’d called it — the whispering sounds a radio picks up in freefall if it’s not focused on a signal. It’s probably fitting that that was the last thing he heard BalanceThe balance had tipped inerexiblly… we weren’t fighting for mutant rights any more, we were living hand to mouth fighting to survive… SkillsI look at my trembling hand do these weak hands have what we need to vanquish the dark lord - he-who-must-not-be-named — why do I stick to these platitudes his name is Voldemort… or Tom Riddle. BankI looked carefully up and down the street, what had this word come to that a poud and mightly Gundam pilot was planning somthing as unjust as a bank heist. November 13, 2003Children of War30 Minute FreeWrite The start of an interesting year. Continue reading »Children of War« November 07, 2003'One Word' scribblesBankI look at the slender slip of paper… a check… actual money that wasn’t stolen or paid for my ass but money I simply /earned/ by simple work. FoundationHe was the foundation.. the core of our little group.. everything happened because of him… well the things that didn’t happen because we were fighting a bloody, vicious war anyway… FoundationHow could he just leave us… how… he was the foundation of our little group, the core of the only family any of us have… and he’d leave us to chase a little tail?? Clashwhy oh, why do our teams keep fighting… I’m tired of this… so scared that it’s going to get to the point that somthing more than a gym is going to get hurt… and soon November 03, 2003Gundam Family10 minute FreeWrite Quatre pov — kinda the start of smothing longer Continue reading »Gundam Family« |
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