Nanaea

While I understand the desire to know the pairing before you commit to reading a story, I must admit I don't always do it. Sometimes it ruins a plot twist to spell it out. The story I am currently working on is mainly as Severus/Hermione pairing, and that's the category that I put it into, but it starts out as a Trio pairing and deviates into another pairing (not telling who) towards the end. I did not put anything in the summary about the other pairings because I don't want to spoil the surprise. I do, however, put the predominate pairing(s) at the top of each chapter. So far I haven't received any complaints. Also, I explained in my 1st chapter ANs that yes, it really is a SS/HG story even if it looks like a H/R/Hr story.

When is your mind in the gutter? I am not obsessed!

^ Knows my weaknesses too well and must now die. < Suggests a Pierce Brosnan &/or Sean Connery in-the-box with Bond playset. V Wants Bond-Girls-in-a-box to play with.

I have. There have been a couple that I just couldn't get in to. I have never been to a Con (as in Gen Con, etc.)

Not this time. Madapple?

I am no longer allowed to stay up when my daughter wakes me up at 4 a.m.

I am up too early. I am still laughing from Dazzled's story. I am also amused by Poly's new sig line. I am considering updating mine....

A purring cat on your lap.

You're welcome. Mexico

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Megan has a LaunchCast station . . . ? A quick Google search on "Megan Consoer" turns up 3 pages of hits. She has profiles on: Media Miner Ashwinder AFF.net FanFiction.net Forever Fandom (she's a beta reader there) Fanfics.org Fan Fiction Archive: Anime Spiral And the review are always exactly the same.

Yeah, I actually thought that one was good as well, a little gross, but good. I like this one too: Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long that it had rusted shut.

I have to agree that I feel a bit guilty just thinking about doing such a thing to someone, but I'm about at my wits end with her. Yeah, as a matter of fact I was going to suggest that we change her name slightly to protect the guilty. Possibly even the "review" lines as well. I know she posts in HP and seems to have a thing for Sev if the reviews that Madapple and I got are any indication.

You want me to do what? You want me to do what?

A again and I pick . . . authors! (Have we done them before? I can't remember and I'm too lazy to go back and look.) A: Auel, Jean M.

I am suffering from a stiff neck today. I am craving sweets. I am going to go raid the fridge.

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In that Freaky Friday soul swaping sorta way, yes. Melody?

Got fwd this from a friend who also writes fanfic: How Not to Use Imagery Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that has had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer. She caught his eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't. McMurphy fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a paper bag filled with vegetable soup. Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze. Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the centre. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, like maggots when you fry them in hot grease. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left York at 6:36 p.m. travelling at 55 mph, the other from Peterborough at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph. The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met. The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play. The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red crayon. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long that it had rusted shut. The door had been forced, as forced as the dialogue during the interview portion of Family Fortunes. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do. The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while. Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter". He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up. It came down the stairs looking very much like something no-one had ever seen before. The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Glenda Jackson MP in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Robin Cook MP, Leader of the House of Commons, in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the suspension of Keith Vaz MP. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a lamppost. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free cashpoint. It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with their power tools. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a dustcart reversing. The dandelion swayed in the breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli and he was room temperature British beef. She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs. It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to a wall. Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.

Will

You guys are EVIL - I love it!

I thought so too. I had a similar experience at Walmart recently. The guy was either Hispanic or had a lot of Native American blood and was prolly 10 years yonger than me (ah, the benefits of looking younger than your years, sigh). I think he works in electronics. Anyway, I saw him there everytime I went into Walmart in June. Unfortunatley, I'm married so I really couldn't flirt with him, but it didn't stop me from looking (when he wasn't, of course)!! Detroit or Benton Harbor? I grew up in Michigan. I know what you mean. It always made me sick too.

Naw, but Google is my best friend. *huggles the entire Google staff*

No one, I repeat, no one here is obsessed.

*Screams obscenities* She did it again! Does she not understand what WIP means? I'm assuming she can read - is that overly generous of me? I wrote this at the end of my most recent chapter: And she still says, "I really like this story alot. Can you please write some more chapters?" on the very same day the new chapter was posted! *Pulls hair out*