it's a bit surreal, like i could be reading anyone else's story.

Sometimes, though, one does reread and realize that something happened that one is glad of. One is tempted to say; "That's pretty good, I wonder who wrote that?" For the reader reading is never the writer writing. One always comes to one's work as a stranger.
-Mary Gordon

the happy tingle that makes me want to keep it just before i realize that i in fact have the hard copy on my own floppy disk isn't bad either.

this could get addictive...

i'll backdate this one later, been meaning to make it coherent to post. penned on the plane home.

My Smallville Jetplane Sojourn

what's the operative phrase, kids? i do not make this stuff up.

-our Southwest Airlines flight left from purple Terminal Three at Ft. Lauderdale/Hollywood international airport

-they swabbed my computer and bag for explosives residue, which i found just a mite cute.

-Editor's Note: every architect should see their work from the sky to fully appreciate it

-there really isn't nothing in Florida. anywhere. i sat by the window the entire flight and there wasn't a singular stretch of undeveloped acreage to be seen.

-our rental car ended up being a deep royal purple/maroon Dodge Neon

-coinidence that the street out of the airport is called Duval, same as Key West's main street? you decide.

-the address of our hotel: 6969

-Applebee's playlist:
Goo Goo Dolls - Name
Sting & The Police - Wrapped Around Your Finger
Sheryl Crow - Difficult Kind

-our drinks: Iced Tea, the official drink of luuurve

-spotting a vending machine brimming with colorful Super!Bounce balls outside the restaurant i couldn't help myself and regressed about ten years until my right hand was (if a smidge uneasily) wrapped tight around the bright blue one it gave me

-a new passion is reawakened when The Cure's Lovesong played at the end of QAF. the lyrics will make you wanna die too.

-some out of context fun:
"Thanks for reminding us that heroes don't just wear latex."
-Anne Curry on NBC's Today
'My hero in shining blue denim' is one of my favorite lines from Watershed

-speaking of which, a History Channel (it's what was on in the INS waiting room) expert used the word 'watershed' in his discourse on Hitler and the Sealion project

-mum and I decided to drive around the downship and ran across a quaint little residential neighborhood with an even quainter little inviting sidestreet called Clark Rd.

-all this Christ imagery and while Lex surely received the best non-denominational private education money could offer, if it would send him running to Clark's altar then maybe Lionel should've considered Victory Christian Academy. all the ruthless, world-conquering brainwash with none of the hellfire bedlam in the end

-we chuckled but passed on what i'm certain would've been a delightful stay at the Admiral Rainbow Inn

-Don Shula popped up in an air conditioner advertisement to remind me that "The winners are on the Rheem team."

-and my Word of the Day for June 4th was:
Main Entry: Cock·aigne
Pronunciation: kä-'kAn
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English cokaygne, from Middle French (pais de) cocaigne: land of plenty
Date: 13th century
: an imaginary land of great luxury and ease


and sometimes, there's just nothing more to say. this is a time to bask.

the night's merriments

just finished jenn's Three Impossible Things and i just want to say that so far in all my readings it's been the most believable, happy-ending future!fic i've read. that and you know, beautifully written and deliciously hot. but that's par for the course for her. "I've never been anyone else's"? good god!

MoonBrat42: so a hustler, eh? how so?
Grey Sanctuary: just you fretting and agonizing and whining over your story and then turning around and whipping one out
MoonBrat42: the thing is Watershed's got me all kinds of bothered, like i know what's wrong but not quite how to fix it. last night went a long way to help that, but it's still not how i'd like it to be when i post it to the archive. i hadn't gone out with the clear intent to write, but when i saw the Bradbury title, something just clicked and begged to be written.
Moonbrat42: it was easy; as it's meant to be.
MoonBrat42: adequate substitution
MoonBrat42: a little ego boost
MoonBrat42: it's not me
MoonBrat42: it's the story, you know?
Grey Sanctuary: i know.
it played almost like a categorical imperative: i was in this setting at this time and there was nothing to inhibit the compelling call of pretty words begging to be born.

and now for the good part:
Grey Sanctuary: you have no idea how proud i am
::beams just a bit:: and i fully intend on paying her homage bearing offerings of overly sweet caffeine for the "time and a half" she's been putting in as my personal one-woman pep squad support group.

on making the best of a sucky situation:
Grey Sanctuary: did you say webmail was down?
MoonBrat42: yes
MoonBrat42: all day
MoonBrat42: today of all days
MoonBrat42: argh
MoonBrat42: i hate irony
MoonBrat42: all it seems to do is cause consternation and keep Clark and Lex apart
MoonBrat42: where's the smite of god when you need it?
Grey Sanctuary: ::raises eyebrow::
Grey Sanctuary: you sure you want to be invoking that one?
MoonBrat42: oops
MoonBrat42: i meant the devil
MoonBrat42: god's evil
Grey Sanctuary: lol
and in our slightly leftist world view where the definition of 'extreme goodness' involves the glorious right to exercise our free speech rights and come up slash, we'd be right. the story so far: God eats olives and whole raw tomatoes, likes raisins (especially nestled in perfectly perfect pastries), listens to Musak while surfing AOL and commissions Kevin J. Anderson's writing.

oh, and Hope's latest features a character out of my real life whose adorably oblivious head we all can't help but love. we know you've got it in you, Xiao. ;)