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Mudd says in honor of NaNoWriMo, he's going to do a 2 second video.
24 frames a second, and a picture's worth a thousand words. That's his 48K words right there.

Doofus.


And Bunny, home sick with strep, is looking at pictures of quilts and considering what sort she wants to make for the fair.

My cleaning went fine, until i encountered the sharp shard of an heirloom bowl. I have a split pinky that stops bleeding, at least until i bump it.

Must start a new batch of dishes. Laundry is still running.
Maybe I can conjure up a bit more abuse fic. I'm feeling kinky

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Pretty quiet day: laundry and dishes, Smallville and Buffy.

Got my first fanzine rejection slip. "Profiteering" was too light for the zine I submitted it for. Happens. Just means I need to darken up my incubus submission for next time. ::grins at image of self as "too light and fluffy" Rather like Rose McGowen breaking up with Marilyn Manson because he wasn't evil enough for her.::


Now I get to bake pumpkin raisin muffins for a pack of kindergartners. The poor babies have a 12:30 lunch, so they get a morning snack to hold them from their 7 AM breakfast until lunch. Muffins sounded reasonable, filling and nutritious. (And there's a peanut allergy in the class, so we're limited)

I'm off, to culinary excitement, and contemplation of incubus rape fantasies.

BRAD

This is my quick moment to thank all my lovely betas:

caraloup who encouraged me and beta'd for me when I was a clueless newbie. Thanks for helping me get off the ground.

irene_heron who was one of my toughest betas ever. She swings a mean bantha prod, but always keeps the chocolate handy too. Thanks for believing there was a good story in there, and helping me find it.

jkb for not only zine editing but paper help, and last minute emergency betas. Thanks for the endurance!

mecurtin for bearing with me as I got my academic bearings and finished the damn paper.

walkerminion for zine editing, and endless encouragement.

And all the others who looked things over, told me what worked adn what didn't, and bore with me as I cut my teeth.