BronxWench

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If I'm recalling correctly, the entire ratings system that we have now is going to be eliminated in the code rewrite once it gets to that stage. I believe it will be replaced with a recommendation option, to allow readers to recommend a fiction that they like. One of the ongoing issues we've had with the current system is that it is easy to abuse it. Authors have had stories rated down because readers objected to a pairing or to a story line, even if the story was well written, while another fiction that has a favored pairing is highly rated despite not being so much as spellchecked. It isn't a reliable indicator of a story's worth to me as a reader, and as an author, it tells me even less. I'd rather know that readers would recommend my story. I might get fewer of those, but it would mean so much more.

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Topics revive all the time, randomly or not. No worries about bumping. But you raise a valid issue, and that's whether or not it's appropriate to affix a label because someone doesn't like something. Now me, I don't seek out femmeslash stories. It's not my thing. I write and read slash and het, but femmeslash just doesn't appeal to me. Now given that my daughter identifies as bisexual (she went from bi to lesbian and back to bi), it's certainly not because I'm phobic in any way about lesbians. My best friend in high school was lesbian. It was a non-issue for me in terms of how I felt about her as a person. So, am I a homophobe or not? I'd say not, but if someone wanted to fix that label on me, and use my lack of interest in reading or writing femmeslash as a reason, well... it demonstrates their ignorance. And because I like to clarify, I don't write anime or manga based fiction, so I avoid the anime/manga-specific terminology. Just a quirk of mine.

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She said people just treated him like anyone else, and that was apparently exactly how he liked it. I've always been of the opinion that it's the exceedingly normal types that bear watching, actually, so that sort of cinched it for me. But, having grown up reading a great many of the authors he claims were strong influences on him, I'm not surprised that I like his books. He's also refreshingly blunt on the topic of writing.

Apropos of nothing, I've always enjoyed King's work, and preferred the books to the adaptions in general, with the exception of the movie adaptation of "Misery" simply to see Jimmy Caan. I did know someone who lived down the road from the Kings in Bangor, He was apparently a rather nice fellow.

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Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet. Here's what happened: Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room. "He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?" I put my best lizard-healer statement on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do. "Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!" Oh my gosh," my wife diagnosed after a minute. "She's having babies." "What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!" I was equally outraged. "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce," I accused my wife. "Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she inquired. (I actually think she said this sarcastically!) "No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth together). "Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed. "Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," she informed me. (Again with the sarcasm, you think?) By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience, I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth." "OH, gross!", they shrieked. "Well, isn't THAT just great! What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know. (I really do think she was being snotty here, too. don't you?) We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later. "We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted. "It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified. "Do something, Dad!" my son urged. "Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gingerly tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results. "Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know. "Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?) "Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged. "I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.) The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass. "What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically. "Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?" I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside. "Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked. "Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen... Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um....um....masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back." He blushed, glancing at my wife. "Well, you know what I'm saying, Mr.Cameron." We were silent, absorbing this. "So Ernie's just...just...excited," my wife offered. "Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood. More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly. "What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness. Tears were now running down her face. "It's just...that... I'm picturing you pulling on its...its...teeny little..." She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more. "That's enough," I warned. We thanked the veterinarian and hurriedly bundled the lizards and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay. "I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Dad," he told me. "Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter. 2 - lizards - $140... 1 - Cage - $50... Trip to the Vet - $30... Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's wacker -.....Priceless...

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Hellsing would be here. It has its own sub-category in Anime.

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