BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER

Just wanted to share my despair-joy moment with all of ya. Was surfing the Whedonesque site when I noticed a link talking about Mark Millar selling off some nice Buffy memorbilia. So I check it out. After following a link from the page I linked to from Whedonesque, I discovered the following:

JOHNTHETHEATREFREAK

Nothing here...

JOHNTHETHEATREFREAK

It's everyone's favorite johnthetheatrefreak Captain Faolin on Faolin's crew and now John on Life Onboard Serenity. Interested in joining faolin's crew e-mail me at johnthetheatrefreak@yahoo.com actually involved in any story what ev with me e-mail me. In addition to any thing and everything Joss Whedon I love comics (Batman U Teen Titans Outsiders JLA Astonishing X-Men New X-Men Young Avengers)

MANICGIRAFFE

So. The "In The Ether" plot bunny has escaped, dug under the fence, and is now cruising down the highway at top speed. I don't think he's coming back. I've tried working the next chapter quite literally 24 times (I counted, I saved each attempt at starting). Would anyone object mightily if I just prentended it didn't happen and go think of something else? Of course, some part of my brain asks: will anyone actually read this, or am I just sending bits into the void? How does this blog thing work, anyway? And since no one can comment here, what exactly am I hoping for by way of a response? What is the air speed of an unladen swallow?

AGENTRUSCO

my firefly muse has left me. i have cried endless tears for it. i cannot write. i also have been unispired to create graphics. its gone. i have begged, cajoled, pleaded, grovelled, enticed and all that. there is no return that i can forsee. perhaps later. after i watch the episodes again after not having done so for a period of time. alas. i have a whole page of things i could and should write about. many good phrases to base a fic around. many instances. but i cannot. i am all dried up. it happens to me frequently, but never before for this long. im all empty inside. it is as if my purpose has worn thin and im just biding my measly time here. in the absence of writing firefly, i have been reading 'finding serenity' and 'the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy'. i have written a couple of pirates of the caribbean: dead man's chest short fics. i have thoroughly cleaned my room. i have purchased myriad firefly related items on ebay. i continue to come here daily to check out everyones shiny work. i enjoy seeing the pics and drawings and reading the creativity (and not-so-much-creativity). so, crazy fools and fellow fans, i resign this post with a teary heavyness of heart. i have dissapointed my clingers-on. i have failed in my goal of posting a fic on a semi-daily basis. for this i am sorry.

DATALESS

I just bought the series from Itunes and was wondering if anyone else bought it.

CHOO1701

what that says ^ :P (plus other such things as cartoons). Yep, as some readers of Foalin Crew RPG-thingy might now, i also draw! thought i'd post some here :wink: The friegther/cargo ship "Polyphemus"

SPACEANJL

There's a little problem with our fic posting. We may experience slight delays, and then a whole raft of chapters at once. It's taking me a while to get the whole thing written, because although I have the whole thing drafted, it's mutated at a frightening rate, and will be more than the few small character chapters I was thinking on. Also, I actually have to go to work, and the Real World (hah!) does not understand the importance of the 'Verse. If there is not a chapter by then end of the week, there will be two or even three at the weekend.

HERA

Today was the day I planned to go to the Städtel (City) Museum, it seeming a good day for this since both Stephen and Britta had class, S at 1pm and B at 6pm. Britta insisted she would enjoy going to the museum with me, so my offer of her taking the day off from baby-sitting her Texan couch-sleeper was politely side stepped. We ran an errand first, drove over to the boat house to reclaim the guitars and the lap steel, as we had learned that there was a large wedding party planned for later in the day, and Britta and I didn't want anyone walking off with Stephen's pride and joy. Back at the apartment, we hopped on the bikes and headed to town. The weather was much better for me today, since it wasn't so humid and there was a good breeze. Britta insisted it was still too hot in the sun, which I found humorous. Being a Texan, I never stand in the sun at home, not by choice at least. I suppose only Europeans have the pleasure of sunlight in the summer that doesn't debilitate. Arriving at the museum, we were delivered of the bad news that all museums are closed on Mondays. Debating what to do with our now very long afternoon, we got back on the bikes and went exploring up river, following the pedestrian/bike path that continued in that direction. We stopped to take photos on the famous ICH (I) statue, where you get to stand on the pedestal, or put things on the pedestal, as you see fit, and take pictures. We clowned around and did silly things, which was fun for me, as I like photography. B and me as I.

HERA

Had to cut this in half, since it was so long. Stephen was suffering at this point from the "this is your last night in Germany, so we have to do something special" disease, so we got on the subway to visit the neighborhood in Frankfurt where he grew up, Bornheim. We walked around a bit, then settled at a sidewalk pub called Totties so I could try a couple of different beers. So far on the trip I'd mainly drank apfelwein when we were out, and Binding beer at home or the boat house, so I settled in for some serious sampling. The pilsner was good, since I like hoppy beers, but the wheat beer I tried was too malty, but of course I drank it anyway. Britta met up with us at this point, so we entertained ourselves thinking up all the phrases and bon motts we'd come up with over the course of the week, and I wrote them on the back of a postcard, promising to send them to them via email once I got back home. We moved on to find another bar that would serve Jever, which S insisted was the hoppiest beer in Germany. We asked around a couple of places as we walked, but it was looking grim. Bornheim reminded me of Austin, as there were tons of young trendy people walking around, going into fancy looking bars full of more young trendy people. Stephen said that Bornheim was a more exciting place to live, and I observed that it was probably more expensive, and he agreed. Niederrad seemed to have more immigrant families and older folks living in it, which I kind of preferred, but I didn't tell Stephen that. I was just visiting, how would I know what it was really like to live there? We stopped at a bar that I swear looked like an Irish pub, but it turned out to be a jazz club. We sat on wooden benches outside, and S proudly brought out two Jevers, so I got to taste it after all. It was really good, good and sharp. And as is typical in Germany, I made my way through this dingy, smoky, crowded wee bar to the bathroom in the back, which I swear you could have eaten off the floor it was so clean. The ladies was built into a corner with a tiny door, and every square inch of the interior was covered in gleaming tile. Sigh. I love this country. Stephen had just hit his stride and could have kept us out all night, but B was yawning, so I kept things moving in the homewardly direction. We took a cab for some reason that was not explained to me, and our driver was from Cologne, with an accent so marked even I could hear it. Think of Spanish as it is spoken in Spain, then listen to Portuguese. That's what his accent sounded like, German with a softer, more muffled schwa thing happening. B and S had a blast talking to him, as he was giving them history lessons. Finally home, S and B told me to close my eyes, and when I opened them, sitting on the chair in front of me was my very own custom-made Bembel, and two gariptes (sp?). A bembel is the ceramic pitcher that apfelwein is served from, and gariptes are the glasses with the cross-hatch pattern cut into them that apfelwein is drunk from. On the bembel was the phrase "Herzliche Grüße aus Frankfurt am Main" (Sincere Greetings from Frankfurt) and a wee line drawing of Speckie, Britta's cat-head pillow. Seems there's a place in town where you can have custom stuff glazed into the pottery. I was so pleased! What a sweet thing to do. Of course I immediately started worrying about how I was going to get these fragile things home, especially since S insisted that I take a bottle of apfelwein home with me too. So, we scrambled around for a while with newspaper and rolling things up in tshirts. Once happy that they were somewhat protected, we said our goodnights rather sadly, and S set the alarm for 7 (ouch!), since S & B had offered to take me by train to the airport to make sure I would make my flight OK. Sigh. Leaving tomorrow. How did the time go so fast!? -Hera

SMARTBUTDUMBBLONDE

I just did work experience at the Countess of Chester Hospital in the NW of England, Let me know if any of yous ways there, i might have seen you! It was so amazing! I got to go on all these wards, and look at x-rays and watch an echocardiogram, and I even got to go on the ward rounds with the doctors! when I was on the cardiology ward, it was so cool, and helpful too, since I want to be a doctor! Everyone was so nice to me too :biggrin: The only thing that sucked a bit was the MRSA thing, but they're really big on health and safety, so it was ok. On one ward, I went with a nurse into one of the barrier nursing rooms, and she gave me latex gloves to put on. I spent the whole time trying to get them on right, and when I had finally finished, she said: Its ok, you can take them off now. I was like: what?? :wink: