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I have not seen G in two weeks and it will be a week more before I do again.

(then we have A&M, then I have a house, then there's a kitten, all selling points but still)

Because I work so close to Penn station and it's just a motion away.

at work it's archiving day, so I'm going through premaster segments of the Gene Kelly show figuring out what to save and what to recycle. And the archivist girl said "we don't keep cds. Because in 20 years we might not have anything to play them on."

bright shiny update

So I *do* love Liz Barr, but I'm allowed to be growly in the privacy of my own home that Bright Shiny Objects overlooked me yet again.

ahh, to be in Liz's favor. *g*

Still, of course, go visit the update because those Zendom girls have marvelous taste (ahem, ahem, ahem-hem) and Seema's TNG/VOY xo is really especially twisty.

that being said. Boxes.

I got 62%

I'm not very bright.

female or shemale?

at least they listen, or, not alone/together

"Et pendant ces longs jours d'été elle courrait après sa soeur dans le
jardin et écorchait ses genoux mais elle ne salissait jamais sa robe car
elle était une enfant mais elle était sage, et elle serait sage. Et elle
pensait, si elle pouvait rester ainsi, figée dans le temps de sa douzième
année, elle pourrait garder le calme, mordre sa langue contre la douleur
lorsque sa peau contusionnée saignait. Mais chaque jour, un peu plus de
ténèbres l'envahissaient.", translated Maayan for me. that will come later, after the White Star has left Minbar, before Zathras learns about the 20 years.

and oh, there will be more translations from Maayan to come.

Then there's this. this thing my pene wrote for me because I asked her to. Not for the big thing, just for and because and I needed inspiration and wanted to hear other people make Lennier talk.

So this is its own independent little beautiful thing, by Pene:

The sun is setting over Minbar. He forces himself to tread steadily toward
the temple. He counts his steps. He does not run.

It is not the first time his heart has pressed against his chest. And he has
made infinite vows.

The girl and the boy are young, though perhaps only as young as Lennier
himself. They stand in partial shade and their feet shift under them. When
the girl turns her head to the gilt tipped spires the boy watches her face.
The girl's neck seems too long, her pale skin thin over her skull and around
the crest of bone, and Lennier wants briefly to cover her. The boy watches
her face.

Lennier turns away. Behind him the girl laughs suddenly and he wishes he
could have one moment without the benefit of foresight and hindsight. It
would be closing his eyes and that is not possible. He tends not to hope for
the impossible.

"You saw the last light?" Delenn asks as he enters.

He smiles, "yes."

"I miss it so often now." She bends her head. "That rim of silver on my
crystal city."

"A Minbari soul reflected on the spires." He does not say that tonight it
was gold.

"Yes," she says, surprised again that they think as one. He is never
surprised. "The memory of it seems too fragile," she says and looks at him.

He knows. "It is the soul. The soul is never fragile."

"Perhaps," she says. Sometimes they walk apart and then she is beyond
beautiful.

It is not the first time his heart has pressed against his vows.

"I am trying to decide what is best for you, Lennier," she says softly. She
thinks of him and he smiles. "It may be that I should send you away from
me."

He fights against transparency.

"I do not wish to do so, you understand. You are of immeasurable importance.
To me. But I cannot wish for you to be in danger."

He understands. But he does not know how it is that she can suggest this,
when in the soul-edged spires, in the laugh, in the shade, in the path, in
the boy and in the girl he sees only her. And every breath and every dream.

"I would prefer to remain with you, regardless of danger."

"You would prefer?"

"I have made a vow. I will remain at your side."

He bows his head. He did not choose this either. He does not wish for the
impossible.

tonight it's Friday, my last night alone (or something) and tonight, Lennier and I are going to write together.

and I'm amazed by your surrender

the Farscape whores watched DWTB tonight. They'll be screaming on the bboards for days to come.

For me, it means I get to repost A new device is being tested and test the waters among people who don't lick their lips and shudder at the sight of the Grasshopper's reptilian tails.

And then there's Maude.