That's in France on the south side in case you care

Leaving out of SJC tomorrow morning at 0620--Tersa, it looks like my best bet is to just pony up for a few days of Long Term Parking woe--and back on Monday at 1500. And in between there will be OryCon.
Ebbie, are we still on for dinner tonight? I haven't made the time to compose email yet and I'm a bad monkey but I'd still like to see you.

It's based on a novel by a man named Lear

More meme swipage from the pages of the Ophidiae

If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else. This is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).

From 'Exodus'--I wrote it some seven years ago, and keep planning to go back and edit it, but I'm beginning to suspect it won't happen. Now that Jim Butcher's started his 'Harry Dresden' books, the stories are similar enough that I feel a little uncomfortable; it feels like cut-rate fan fiction, despite the lack of connection.

Even if you're a super-powerful whatever-it-is, sometimes there's stuff you don't want to do. Either because you don't want your name involved, or because your personal (false) identification isn't up to it, or because it involves cold iron, or whatever. That's when your smart super-powerful whatever-it-is calls somebody like me.

From the currently untitled fanfic for 'From Light to Darkness' which tells the True And Final Fate of Onyx Touraine (until he gets snatched up by his son the zeppelin pilot).

“I’m going to give it to the family, of course,” he lied, hoping to misdirect the inevitable furious pursuit, “It should give us a significant edge in our negotiations with the Yuasa,” he said with a wicked grin. Of course, the thought of Melisande’s half-feral hordes rampaging across Touraine lands in furious search for him while he traversed safely toward Dante Yuasa’s estate greatly influenced that grin.

From the character background stuff for the kitty pirate priest in a role playing game I'm desperately trying to stay in, of which pitifully little has been written:

Grezzat was rolling a water barrel, step by arduous step, up onto the deck. An audible almost musical grunt accompanied each splintery crunch as the barrel rose to a new step. He nearly slipped and let the heavy barrel roll over him when the voice whispered to him from the hollow under the stairs.

(There's more than one sentence for each entry, and more than just the title and genre. I'm remarkably bad at following directions.)