CAPTURE

So I ahve been a FFF.net member for months and months, but recently I got logged out and couldn't get loged back in. After I retrieved my password, my profile said that I was a new member...made me kind of cranky. I'm no green coat, I'm a Brown Coat through and through!

KAYNA

A friend of mine found a site with a poetry generator. Some of these poems sound like River speaking. Here are some examples wind winged seeds vast wide lands wide flat dusty road smooth flat memories of past soup hydrogen soup carbon her eggs become stars clawing out (creepy somehow) She hears each his lies transportation for the dead she listens for his breathing (The Message anyone?) there is emptiness the ghastly centre of her empty crossings on corners (sounds like River) tar black feather ball trapped in the constellations jets of gas aflame (sounds like a spaceship to me) blood becomes timebomb glory birds, gold and orange she is stardust, she is earth (just neat) bands of herring bones snake scales lapping snake scales elephant alone (???) black feathers if she falls there is emptiness her violin fingers solidity congealing the erosion of everything (River, self descriptive?) Here's the link

JEMMA

when my brother came home talking about firefly, telling mom and me that we had to watch it we were like ...sure, whatever...and then...damn him, we got sucked in and like a week later i was online buying the complete series and Serenity. I have watched it all ....numerous times. God I hate when my brothers right

HERA

It was nice to wake up and then go back to sleep today, since we didn't have to make a train or any such nonsense. We took our time over breakfast (white sausages with sweet mustard, more bread, butter, coffee, tea, gah! they're going to kill me with food here). Showering wasn't a horrible ordeal since it rained the night before, and the day was overcast with a high chance of more rain. Since it was cooler, the steam from the bathroom didn't inundate the apartment with damp. Britta took the day with me to go to the Museumsuferfest, which is a three-day festival where you can tour all of the museums for the cost of 4 euros (aprox $6). You pay the 4 euros for a button, and then you try and see how many museums you can tour before you collapse from either foot fatique or from your brain being too full of educated things. A sure sign of your museum dementia, all crotchety and mean. We headed out by bike about 1pm, going towards town on the pedestrian/bike path that runs parallel to the river. Now let me just take a moment to describe the guilty pleasure of riding in a city crawling with cyclists. I wore no helmet. I had flip flops on my feet. I didn't have cycling gloves. I'd ring the wee bell, and the pedestrians would drift to the right, making way for me, the bicycle goddess. I was in heaven. There's a lot to be said for having the wind in your hair instead of sweating under a helmet. My cycling friends from Austin would say that I was a fool, but hell. When in Rome, ride like the Romans. It was a blast. Oh, and did I neglect to mention that this city is completely FLAT? I could detect no inclines going to or from the city. Is that even possible? On the road:

TRISTAN

I have finished the Kaylee outfit for my wife (for D*C). The picture I will post in the Blue Sun room is just a shot of the jumper...I'll have to wait to get pictures of her in the full get-up. This was a fun little project! I was also lucky enough to come across a side of leather in what I think is the perfect shade of brown for a browncoat. I am still tweaking the sloper pattern I constructed, and am mostly happy with the way it hangs...in a day or so, I'll start attacking the leather version! Might even have enough leather for tow, if things work out!

CHOO1701

Anyone read this book? its a fantasy by Christopher Paolini. Started reading it yesterday and gotta say it is rather good. Well written, nice ideas, characters you can easily understand. Also being made into a feature film. (what ISN'T these says). Overall: a nice little book :)