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agilebritto look at a car trailer. The Hubby would like to be able to drag the Willys down to Moab a little easier, and we've been looking for something that would do triple duty for the Willys, the race car, and the Purple Cruiserberry if we decide to haul it behind the motorhome. Thus, our quest.
Long story short, we bought the thing. Weather kind of sucked, but we didn't wreck or even come close, so, WIN. Worth the seven-hour drive.
And then I get back and attempt to catch up with my flist. Skip=120, dude, y'all have been busy today.
And in the middle of all that, I'm checking my email, and I've got a review alert for the ReaverFic. Seeing as that the ReaverFic is loaded with very dark angst and major character death, I always wibble a bit when I get a review for it.
The review was:
Well fuck... I don't really know what to say... Fuck...
Mine is an evil laugh. Mission accomplished. What can I say?
(OMIGOSH. Should I have cut that? It makes the post R-rated! Someone's delicate sensibilities might be injured...
Wait, this is LJ. Do people here have delicate sensibilities? Guess it depends on whose ox is being gored. Not that I'm bitter.)
It's weird; I keep getting favorited over there, when I haven't posted anything since July...and then the next newest one was August of '07. I have no idea how people are finding my fic. But...cool? I guess. Glad they're still enjoying it. Although I'm not sure that reviewer "enjoyed" the story. Nor are you actually meant to, because...well. Reavers.
Also, I took the little 'puter with me on our road trip, and poked the not!kkbb/im novelthing yet again. The good news is, I still like it. The bad news is...
Um. There isn't any bad news. Not really. Yay!
Long story short, we bought the thing. Weather kind of sucked, but we didn't wreck or even come close, so, WIN. Worth the seven-hour drive.
And then I get back and attempt to catch up with my flist. Skip=120, dude, y'all have been busy today.
And in the middle of all that, I'm checking my email, and I've got a review alert for the ReaverFic. Seeing as that the ReaverFic is loaded with very dark angst and major character death, I always wibble a bit when I get a review for it.
The review was:
Well fuck... I don't really know what to say... Fuck...
Mine is an evil laugh. Mission accomplished. What can I say?
(OMIGOSH. Should I have cut that? It makes the post R-rated! Someone's delicate sensibilities might be injured...
Wait, this is LJ. Do people here have delicate sensibilities? Guess it depends on whose ox is being gored. Not that I'm bitter.)
It's weird; I keep getting favorited over there, when I haven't posted anything since July...and then the next newest one was August of '07. I have no idea how people are finding my fic. But...cool? I guess. Glad they're still enjoying it. Although I'm not sure that reviewer "enjoyed" the story. Nor are you actually meant to, because...well. Reavers.
Also, I took the little 'puter with me on our road trip, and poked the not!kkbb/im novelthing yet again. The good news is, I still like it. The bad news is...
Um. There isn't any bad news. Not really. Yay!
