You've gone too far this time but I'm dancing on the valentine
I tell you somebody's fooling around with my chances on the dangerline
I'll cross that bridge when I find it another day to make my stand oh-woah
High time is no time for deciding if I should find a helping hand oh-whoa
Why don't you use it try not to bruise it buy time don't lose it
Why don't you use it try not to bruise it buy time don't lose it
The reflex is a lonely child just waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding a treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark
I'm on a ride and I wanna get off but they won't slow down the roundabout
I sold the Renoir and the TV set don't wanna be around when this gets out
So why don't you use it try not to bruise it buy time don't lose it
Why don't you use it try not to bruise it buy time don't lose it
The reflex is a lonely child he's waiting in the park
The refelx is in charge of finding a treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark
So why don't you use it try not to bruise it buy time don't lose it
Why don't you use it try not to bruise it buy time don't lose it
The reflex is a lonely child just waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does leaves me answered with a question mark
Oh the reflex what a game he's hiding all the cards
The reflex is in charge of finding a treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark
-- Duran Duran, The Reflex
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

As Chapter XIII proceeds towards completion, and Madeline's story continues to hint at revealing itself, I felt it appropriate to say how I feel her arc should end...
Did you know that I am a pioneer
I'm out on a secret mission
I travel the galaxy and far beyond
Can't you see that I am I pioneer
Unlocking the greatest mysteries
My key is a fearless heart
So pure and strong
People laugh when you are a pioneer
Not walking the straight and narrow
They tell you the things are
They swear you're wrong
You can't be a hero
Hiding underneath your bed
Got to live the life
You create inside your head
So I opened the window
Caught the wind one night
Now I sail with the birds in their flight
If you're tired of everything
Come hitch a ride with me
You'll cry out in joy
When you realize you're free
It's a trip like no other
For your heart and mind
Leaving all but the future for behind
Some will say you're safer here
Never mind them - be a pioneer!
Can't you see that you are a pioneer
Not one of the endless talkers
Who tell you the same old rules you're heard before
I can tell that you are a pioneer
You want to be facing danger
Not happy to hide your big dreams anymore
You are a pioneer, the same as me
[ Guitar Solo ]
You can't be a hero
Hiding underneath your bed
So we'll live the life
We've created in our heads
We'll wake up every morning
In a whole new place
On a road reaching out into space
Some will say we're safer here
Never mind them - we are pioneers
Hand in hand we'll journey as pioneers
Unlocking the greatest mysteries
Don't listen to anyone
Who says we're wrong
They can't stop you when you're a pioneer
For truth is your greatest weapon
Out there in the cosmos
Where we both belong
A place for pioneers
Like you and me
Through the ages we well be pioneers
We'll go out on secret missions
We'll travel the galaxy and far beyond
It's our destiny to be pioneers
We'll always be moving forward
Our courage is what we will be counting on
We will be pioneers forevermore

I put a revised version of the DW concordance up on the website yesterday. The changes were relatively minimal -- mostly I added some links, particularly for the new "Pink Lady and Jeff" DVD and to the hideous pre-DIC Saban "Sailor Moon" proposal that flopped.

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

To sail on a dream on a crystal clear ocean
To ride on the crest of a wild raging storm
To work in the service of life and the living
In search of the answers to questions unknown
To be part of the movement and part of the growing
Part of beginning to understand
Aye, calypso, the places youve been to
The things that youve shown us
The stories you tell
Aye, calypso, I sing to your spirit
The men who have served you
So long and so well
Like the dolphin who guides you
You bring us beside you
To light up the darkness and show us the way
For though we are strangers in your silent world
To live on the land we must learn from the sea
To be true as the tide
And free as the wind-swell
Joyful and loving in letting it be
Aye, calypso, the places youve been to
The things that youve shown us
The stories you tell
Aye, calypso, I sing to your spirit
The men who have served you
So long and so well
Aye, calypso, the places youve been to
The things that youve shown us
The stories you tell
Aye, calypso, I sing to your spirit
The men who have served you
So long and so well
-- John Denver, Calypso
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

I find it entirely appropriate that I waded right in and made some posts before doing the introduction thing.
hi.
I occasionally post over at the Eyrie board, and I'd like to think I distinguish myself as being at least one or two ranks about the 'mouth-breathing drooling fanboy'.
The signature is a leftover from my first use of an EZBoard, Everquest. I _think_ I'm using the small version now, so it shouldn't be too obtrusive.
Edit: poo. Signature is the Old, Big one, I'll discipline that tomorrow, sorry.Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979

Last week, while Peggy and I were walking around Broadway At The Beach (a place in Myrtle Beach that's 75% shopping mall and 25% theme park, laid out all around an artificial lake), we were enjoying a very nice selection of background music piped in through an endless supply of hidden and not-so-hidden speakers. And I do mean enjoy -- lots of good 80s, 90s and current stuff. They played a song that I knew, and somehow, my frame of mind was such that I listened to it and heard something I hadn't before, really -- and I turned to Peggy and said, "You know, I never realized it before, but that's a very appropriate song for Revolutionary Girl Utena."
Peggy listened, heard what I heard in that light, and agreed. We walked on, got distracted by the next shop, and promptly forgot about it until later.
And now, neither of us can remember what the song was! I've been wracking my brain for days. All I can remember is the exchange about it with Peg and the fact that it was 80s or 90s pop, and I have the vague conviction that there is some reference to revolution in it. Argh. This is driving me nuts!

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

Just to let folks know, my prereaders have prescribed some rewriting for one of my newest scenes. While I take care of that, the running total probably won't change much, but don't worry -- I am still moving ahead.

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

It's odd. We didn't do "buddy" sorts of things, over the previous few weeks we had seen little of each other, and our friendship was, all told, less than eight months old. But to my surprise I found that I did consider her a best friend. (Well, kind of a cross between a best friend and a little sister. At least, an idealized version of what I imagined a little sister ought to be like -- having been an only child, I had only second-hand experience with the real article.) I'd been almost as close to Delandra, back in Haven -- after two and a half years of almost constant contact, it would have been impossible for me not to be -- but Delandra had lacked the cultural matrix which she needed to really understand me and where I was coming from. Megatokyo and its version of Earth weren't home by any measure, but they were close enough that Lisa could make that last conceptual leap.I was, therefore, understandably reluctant to part ways with her at the end of lunch. I think she sensed that, because as we crept back toward the lobby entrance of the Cone she wrapped her arms around me and buried her face into my coat. I tried to gether to tell me something of what she was feeling, but she onlyshook her head, her face still pressed against my chest. We stood like that, silently, on the corner across the streetfrom the tower, for several minutes. Neither of us really wantedto let go of the other, so it was a while before, with an unspokenbut mutual agreement, we loosened our grips and moved back fromeach other about half a step. My hands had slid down to rest on her upper arms, and Lisa's were around my waist still. Looking down at her, I saw a glint of moisture under her eyes. Had shebeen crying? I wasn't sure; if she had, the dry winter breeze hadsucked away the evidence before I could notice it. We gazed at each other, again silently, as smiles broke across both our faces. Then she reached up, pulled my face down to hers,and graced me with a soft, sweet and very brief kiss. After a moment she broke the kiss, laid her cheek against mine, and whispered into my ear, "Take care of yourself, okay?" Then she whirled out of my hands and ran back across the plaza, scattering a flock of pigeons which had just come to rest on the wet, cold pavement. By the time they had settled themselves back down, she was gone."Damn," I whispered to myself, and watched the street into which she had vanished for several minutes. "Damn." I knew that one way or another, Lisa was going to hurt, and hurt badly, when I left. The only consolation I had was that our friendship had stayed just that, a friendship, and nothing more. I am a married man. I love my wife, and I am faithful to her by both natural inclination and conscious choice. If I had not been, I would havelost a best friend, I am sure, and the pain from our partingwould only have been greater.Which didn't make the prospect seem any *less* painful, unfortunately.I made my way back up to the 17th floor. As I came through theglass doors and into IDEC's lobby, Sindra give me a conspiratoriallittle smile. "So?" she asked slyly.My mood had drifted a little closer to melancholy on the elevatorride up. "So what?"She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "So how'd it go with thelittle blonde cutie?" She narrowed her eyes. "You ought to knowshe was here last week looking to talk with Mr. Ohara or anyoneelse in charge. Those chocolates might just be a bribe, so becareful!"I smiled and shook my head. "Nah, she's a friend of mine. She didn't know I was working here when she was here last week. I spotted her here and gave her call and that's why we met up today.""Old friend, hmmm?" Sindra murmured with mock lasciviousness, andI laughed."Not that kind of friend!" I waved a reproving finger at her."So you say," she riposted."Go back to work, Sindra," I growled as I pushed through the wooden doors to the offices beyond. Her giggles followed me untilthe doors latched shut behind me.Sindra's good-natured teasing had dispelled the creeping onset of my borderline melancholia, and I found myself smiling as I made my way back to my workship.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

The staff is probably still recovering from the con, but the winners of the Audience Choice award are hiding here. The videos specifically are "Sailor Satan" and "Excel Pop-Up Video."
You will not be sorry you downloaded these. Really.
--Mr. F
"Mako-chan, don't make us lock you in the basement again."
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery

FenWiki - Your One-Stop Shop for Fenspace Information

"I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"

My website's up again, and has been for a couple days now. I'll go into more detail when I get home and I'm not typing on a timer, but basically, Netcarrier (which bought out Eclipse over a year ago) finally got around to physically moving Eclipse accounts to their machines this past weekend -- and fumbled a few. I wasn't the only Eclipse user to lose his site temporarily, and while it took a couple of days, Netcarrier got everything back up again.
That's it, end of story.

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.