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Welcome to Fabula's Journal! [14 Oct 2016|12:54pm] This is a friends-locked journal, containing occasional blather (punctuated by long silence) about my own writing, other people's writing, writing I might get to one day, writing other people might get to one day, writing I have read about somewhere, and, upon occasion, actual writing. To see any of the above, please comment below so I can add you to my friends-list. Things to note: Please understand, I will probably not add a blank journal, the journal of anyone under eighteen, or a journal with little to no userinfo. A note to fic translators: Please consider all non-original writing as being in the public domain, and thus you may translate anything you wish into any language you please without asking me or even notifying me. It would be kind of you to keep my name attached somewhere, but seriously, what am I gonna do, call my lawyers? The internets is for fun, so go have some. (Touch the original stuff, however, and I will actually call those lawyers. Hang on, I bet LJ has some ads for cheesy copyright lawyers right over here in this annoying sidebar.) 773 comments|post comment

HURRAY! [25 May 2009|10:57am] [ mood | jubilant ] This is just a "share the joy" kind of post, because I felt like, well, sharing the joy! Those of you who know me and have dealt with my constant where-the-hell-did-I-put-thatness will appreciate the squee of this. About four years ago, my laptop crashed, spectacularly. (I adore Macs, but they do this to me with distressing regularity. Although, I have a Toshiba laptop now, and it's developed a chronic cough and rheumy eyes, so come to think of it, it may not be a computer problem at all.) Anyway, I GOT IT ALL BACK!!! Every last file I thought was lost forever. A friend of ours swooped in a few years ago and took it to a Mac hospital in her city for me, and they fixed it, and she came into town this weekend and brought it with her, AND ALL MY STUFF IS THERE! Short stories that I can now send out that I had been too disheartened to try to rewrite, fanfic I thought I would never see original copies of again, in-progress fanfic I had given up on -- oh, this delicious West Wing story I've been hankering for for years! Because this world needs more Leo McGarry/Lord John Marbury, about a decade after everyone stopped caring, but the point is, IT'S THERE! IT'S THERE! I feel whole as a writer again, literally. 26 comments|post comment

how Nazis are pricks, part ????? [21 May 2009|12:38pm] This may be the most unabashedly phallic political poster I have ever seen. I'm just. . . agape. I have been sifting through an assload of Nazi images because of a writing project I'm working on, this one just made me guffaw. Because look, it even has a glans! with giant-tumescent-balls swastika! and people streaming to it like a hairy happy trail of deluded morons, come to worship the cock! Okay, sorry. It's just that I've been buried in image after horrific image, and it finally just feels good to LAUGH at the fucking fuckers, ya know? Umberto Eco was right; it's not rebellion that is the enemy of authority, but laughter. 5 comments|post comment

So, in the tradition of Tom Sawyer and that picket fence. [04 May 2009|09:56pm] [ mood | curious ] Dear Flist At Large: There are things I need to know about, in a writerly sort of way. By which I mean, I need to know enough to sound like I know what I'm talking (writing) about, without actually having to do any bone-cracking legwork. That's what you are for, mighty flist! And then, of course, the flist knows all. So I'm betting there are oodles of you out there who know tons about any of the following. Oh, I know! Think of this like a fest, see? *puts things in words the fen will understand* See, the deal is, you grab a prompt, and then you write about it, yes? You can even grab more than one!!1!! Okay, go: 1) Berlin from 1935 - 1945. Intimate familiarity with period street maps a plus. 2) Polio. Both acute infection and post-polio syndrome. 3) Charcoal drawings. Can they be dated? If handed a random charcoal sketch, how could you estimate when/where it might have been done? Would you rely more on the kind of paper used, or the particular brand/kind of charcoal? 4) The precise chronology of the escalating persecution and final deportation of Berlin's Jews. Most helpful would be a timeline spread over a period of months and years. Bonus points for annotation and references. 4) Freebie. Anything else you think I ought to know about but clearly don't, and this is your chance to tell me. 30 comments|post comment

Adventures in Judaism, part II [13 Apr 2009|09:20pm] [ mood | thankful ] Some memories of this past week's seders, cobbled together. We went to the home of some dear friends for first night seder, and for our kids, it was Disney World. "Wow," my eldest breathed, as I took them out into the back yard to work off a little energy before showtime. "Their house backs right up to a ballpark!" "Um, no it doesn't," I had to explain. "That's their baseball diamond." I thought 'eyes like saucers' was a figure of speech until I saw hers. And then the littlest Rasinet streaked off to go roll in the dirt of the diamond. In her Pesach dress, like some poorly trained Labradoodle on top of a dead squirrel. ( Well, things could have been worse. ) 22 comments|post comment

davening bunny [12 Apr 2009|06:39pm] Exhibit B in My Family's Interfaith Strangeness. This one, I did not arrange; Rasinet La Jeune was responsible for this particular still life, while my back was turned. post comment

Matzah peeps! [11 Apr 2009|09:43pm] Welcome to my family. This pretty much says it all. 16 comments|post comment

Adventures in Judaism, Part One [06 Apr 2009|08:38pm] [ mood | peaceful ] I’ve been pretty mum – okay, entirely mum – on LJ about Things Religious in my life. I’m breaking that silence now, for those who are interested, so consider this installment one in my “Adventures in Judaism” series. For those of you who generally come here to read my other writing and posting, feel free to click on by; I’m trusting you to filter yourself out if you want. All religion posts will remain unlocked, so there's no need to friend this journal to read those. So this past Shabbat I got to visit a piece of American Jewish history: Boston’s Havurat Shalom. What was it like? Well, the best way I can describe it is this: ( Mea Shearim meets Woodstock. ) 39 comments|post comment

Numb3rs fic [05 Mar 2009|05:07pm] [ mood | creative ] Fannish writing, yay! I'm having such fun! I'm in love with Numb3rs, and I'm showing all the early warning signs: ignoring actual worthwhile activities in favor of glazing out in front of more episodes; red-rimmed eyes from late-night fic reading; an uncontrollable twitch whenever I hear the words "Don" or "Charlie." (Those of you who know my family know this last is a problem.) I've even gotten over wondering why Dr. Fleischmann is wandering around LA wearing a shoulder holster and a badge. (Moment of silence for Cicely, please. Okay, moment of silence over, pop in another episode already.) Anyway, this is two smaller pieces, just about 1100 words total. There is a much much longer piece I am finishing that should be available for posting in the next few days. You should think of the following vignettes as first/second season compliant, though truthfully, they could probably wedge anywhere. Short Fic, nothing explicit Don/Charlie implied ( Seeing Alan ) 38 comments|post comment

let's have a little fun, shall we? [10 Jan 2008|06:42pm] Pimp this far and wide to all Michiganders and anyone you might know who's coming in contact with a Michigander in the coming weeks. 16 comments|post comment

'scuse me while I froth. [08 Jan 2008|11:41am] I just read the stupidest book ever. You think you’ve read a stupid book lately? Oh no. ( I win. ) 48 comments|post comment

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