Doug only learns that he's been visiting fictional universes in DWX, if I remember correctly, which is why the concept of him meeting Bugs Bunny tends to keep getting shelved/killed/forgotten. After all, he knows that the LT-verse is fiction, and him living it would ruin the plot.
Even though transfictionality is taboo until then, what's to prevent transdimensional fictionality? In English,
Why isn't Doug looking for more Looney Tunes?
DWII- set in the 2030s. Surely Warner Bros. wouldn't let a series that important stay idle for another three or four decades?
Besides, *our* universe has seen the occasional LT release since the Year Of The Walk...Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines...

-- Bob
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...The President is on the line
As ninety-nine crab rangoons go by...

...they take forever to reach you.

-- Bob
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...The President is on the line
As ninety-nine crab rangoons go by...

Has anyone seen or heard from Dave "Bakadring" Menard recently?
-- Bob
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...The President is on the line
As ninety-nine crab rangoons go by...

Min might have goofed by telling Yukiyo to explore the photocopier. Sorry about that.

"Harry Potter and The Unlikely Gryffindor" by "Hera Malfoy"
I stumbled on this by accident last night over at "Sink Into Your Eyes", a "Harry Potter" fanfic site. It had a five-star rating and was in their top-25 listing so I grabbed the whole thing in a lump and saved it to read later.
Well, I read it later, and dear gods I wish I hadn't. I stopped after about two and a half chapters, and that was entirely too late. Quick capsule summary: Draco has female cousin, a couple years or so older than he is, who was taken from her parents by the Ministry of Magic's equivalent of Child Protective Services and put into fosterage during the first Voldemort war; the foster parents are killed and she disappears only to turn up in Texas (of all places) when she's 19, at which point she then goes to Hogwart's as a first year and gets sorted into Gryffindor. She's a goth except she's kept the Malfoy hair, has her own motorcycle, a thick Texas accent, and lots of kewl wicca-themed jewelry. Oh, and she's engaged to marry Draco Malfoy by virtue of a long-ago agreement between their parents. By purest coincidence, she has exactly the same name as the author, and already the beginnings of the Harry-attraction are starting.
You can see where this is headed.
It is also one of the most incompetently-written stories I've seen in a while. Well, that's not entirely fair. "Hera Malfoy" is mostly a fair writer -- no horrendous misspellings or grammatical gaffes -- but she's careless and overconfident as a writer. Every once in a while she'll come out with something like this:

Quote:

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There rising up out of the darkness, was a castle Hera had only thought could exist in fairy tales. There were huge walls made of stone cinder blocks, spinnerets climbing into the sky, and the windows were each burning with torch light.

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Adam Brown's One War, Three Sisters. Thus far, I haven't found it and I would like to read it. Any leads would be much appreciated.*********
Touched By His Noodly Appendage
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What are the odds of walking into the pet store today and finding a Legendary SG coloured dog toy? About 100%.
Here is Bolo enjoying being as part of the group as he can be.
Shar Pei kisses to everyone! -Cindy (and Bolo)

If they carry out her sentence I beleive it will be the third such stoning reported this year.
www.worldnetdaily.com/new...E_ID=51602
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Article 104 of the Iranian Penal Code states that the stones used for execution should "not be large enough to kill the person by one or two strikes, nor should they be so small that they could not be defined as stones."
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howard melton

The dinner had gone perfectly. They'd had delicate French cuisine with portions just the right size. The soft candlelight at the table had danced in their eyes as they gazed at each other. They'd decided to go to his place for "coffee."
Oren sat patiently on the edge of the bed, silk sheets caressing the backs of his thighs. Soft modern jazz played on his stereo, providing what he hoped was a romantic mood. His uniform lay in a heap tangled with Min's jacket on his oversized wingback chair. He watched the bathroom door, waiting for her to come out. The breath caught in his throat as the doorknob turned.
She stood revealed in a dark green lace thing that accentuated her modest but still lovely curves. Her hair was down from its customary pigtails and cascaded down her back as a crimson halo. She glided gracefully over to him in a slink so sexy that Bella Fuego and Jackie Frost would weep in jealousy. He swallowed nervously as she hopped in his lap and kissed him. He reached up to caress her face...
... and she shattered into a thousand pieces. He leapt back from where he'd been sitting, and his bed burst into splinters and shreds of cloth intermixed with feathers and springs. He flung his arms out to catch his balance and smashed the wall into rubble. He fearfully looked down on the pieces of the girl he loved. Fragments of porcelain lay scattered about, half of her face still intact. A hurt expression flitted across the eye and her beautiful mouth.
"I thought you loved me, Oren," she said sadly.
He woke with a gasp, sending the sheets flying from his Promethium-reinforced bed as he sat bolt upright. Sweat laced with the stink of adrenaline ran in rivulets across his wide chest. A bewildered look crossed his face as he oriented himself. 'The same nightmare,' he thought and wept into his hands.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''

-- James Nicoll