NEXT WEDNESDAY

we're moving! during the day! and my pet gay frank is going to help and who knows, maybe enrique too!

oh, frabjous day! calloo! callay! he chortled in his joy.

got another beta of 'a logical organ' back. i thought it would be the final draft, but i had to send it back again--maybe next time it will carry the stamp of approval. and 'incident report' is close to ready too, although we're having artistic differences over continental vs. american punctuation and capitalization rules. (she wins, of course. and i seethe.)

wax_jism, you thought WE had creative differences? hah. that's nothing compared to how defensive i am of punctuation. (i'd be delighted to beta for you whenever. don't exaggerate said differences out of fear. nothing could make me pull a garfunkel, or a simon, for that matter.)

eek

i have the beta stamp of approval, yet i'm not rushing to upload.

>.>

it wouldn't do to seem too eager? i dunno, man.

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maybe i need a nap. i feel betrayed. it's an exhausting feeling.

i get very defensive of laws of grammar, punctuation, capitalization, logic, etc.

and i look down on stories which abuse them out of ignorance.

fabulous new star trek kirk/spock fic by k'sal up! and one by me too!

it's like a kirk/spock festival. eee.

title: Incident Report
author: k'sal
fandom: star trek: the original series
pairing: kirk/spock
rating: pg
summary: something happened when vulcan ambassador soran walked into secure conference room d on antares viii without permission. at least, there was a lot of scowling, and now spock's not talking. kirk writes an incident report and spock claims there wasn't an incident. what the hell is going on?
beta by: ME. (i feel so proud.)

(And as an aside, if the Commander is still sulking about being forced to spend hours defending the Vithan claim that the Sc'anna should not be allowed to wear orange on the grounds that the color orange belonged exclusively to the Vithan royal house, may I point out the following?

A. The Commander's very logical and detailed argument supporting the Vithan claim was a masterpiece of debate.
B. I have it recorded, and might consider playing that recording at a staff meeting as an example of the power and influence of logic.
C. We only flipped for who got to represent which lot of bad boys because the Commander stated that he could express no preference for one side.
D. That the coin I flipped had two heads has no bearing on the outcome - the Commander had the opportunity to pick the Sc'anna in the first place. Furthermore, using the double-headed coin was merely a way for the Captain to demonstrate the logical pitfalls of agreeing to such a thing. I doubt the Commander will ever forget that you can't trust coin-flipping humans without, at a minimum, inspecting the coin, and this proves the logic of my training procedures.
E. If the Commander had won the toss he would still have expressed no preference for either the Sc'anna or the Vithans, thereby forcing me to assign him a group. A human can't logically be blamed for wanting to avoid a sulking Vulcan, can he?
F. If you had asked to check the coin, I have three. A two-tailed one, a two-headed one, and one with heads and tails. I took them off Gary Mitchell years ago, after I noticed that an Andorian trade delegation left our ship with little else but the clothes on their backs and confused expressions. The right way to flip coins is to demand to toss the coin yourself and tell the other party to call their side while the coin is in the air. You palm the tails coin, flip the heads coin, cover it with your hand while confirming their guess, and then you substitute the tail coin if necessary. Full disclosure has been made.
G. References to Fizzbin have no logical validity in this context.)

title: a logical organ
author: cim
fandom: star trek: the original series
pairing: kirk/spock
rating: nc-17
spoilers: for the episode 'the deadly years.' the story follows immediately on its heels and draws heavily on it. however, prior knowledge of the episode is not necessary to comprehension.
summary: the radiation poisoning didn't kill them--it just let them see how terrible that loss would be. now they have a second chance.
notes: beta by k'sal, who took a confused and rather unfocused story that i didn't understand, explained it to me, and patiently walked me through five revisions. words cannot express my gratitude nor my adoration.

He tore the shirt off in one impatient jerk and let it fall to the floor of Spock's quarters, a small black puddle next to the toe of his boot. "Explain my irrational behavior? That's a tall order for a human, isn't it, Spock? Shall I start at birth and work forwards, or at death and work back?"

He had successfully diverted Spock's attention. "You are not dead," said Spock uneasily.

He himself had estimated early the day before that they each had less than a week to live--and the mental deterioration, the aging of Jim's mind, had already taken hold to such a degree that he'd thought the brilliant, irresistible being he knew lost forever. Jim had looked out of his own eyes like a caged animal, pleading and lost. "Taking away a man's command--well, that's--Spock. I wouldn't have believed it of you."

Now Jim seated himself deliberately and leaned over his knees with a predatory glint in his eye, as if to demonstrate how completely the effects of the radiation were reversed. He said with every appearance of rationality, "Not yet."

potc rec

aww! norrington and gillette! aw! aw!

damn pizza is out to get me. even without red sauce!

got fb for 'a logical organ.' it was meant well, but--i wasn't saying what everyone else says. well, except like 'sex is cool.' but not in the main. maybe she just didn't get it. ::disconsolate::