Crap.

The BBQ makes every effort to answer all email received- granted it's usually a 'gee whiz *blush* thanks' kinda thing, and usually as quickly as possible. Sadly, we've frelled that a bit and gotten far, far behind. So, very great thanks to the kind words from Rodolfo, Andreas, Kevin, Elly, Shaun, and Angela, and you know... everyone else we've forgotten or accidently deleted from the inbox... ...we're glad you enjoy! Keep comin' back, and feel free to email anytime! We usually don't suck so much at timely responses. But, there you are.

Oy.hate it/love it that cofax/maayan/fi are all in the same room together. Hate it 'cause no way in hell we can witness it first hand, and love it cause... hey, those three minds in one room? Oy.

Check fi's thoughts on 4:06 over at toe in the water. A look into the mind of a hybrid PK.

Maayan makes me tingle, and the BBQ decides that 'yes', there is time for a lengthy, "oh, yeah, baby!" bit of response. ...eventually. *g*

Therapy sucks, 'cause, unless you're nuts, you already know what they're gonna say.

Uhoh. Picking up California Environmental Plates tomorrow and the full, sad state of our affection will be revealed to all. *tsk* But, hey. Makes me smile. *g*

Babyfic isn't doin' it for the BBQ. Not likely to find any here.

Prometheus



Titan! to whose immortal eyes

The sufferings of mortality,

Seen in their sad reality,

Were not as things that gods despise;

What was thy pity's recompense?

A silent suffering, and intense;

The rock, the vulture, and the chain,

All that the proud can feel of pain,

The agony they do not show,

The suffocating sense of woe,

Which speaks but in its loneliness,

And then is jealous lest the sky

Should have a listener, nor will sigh

Until its voice is echoless.



Titan! to thee the strife was given

Between the suffering and the will,

Which torture where they cannot kill;

And the inexorable Heaven,

And the deaf tyranny of Fate,

The ruling principle of Hate,

Which for its pleasure doth create

The things it may annihilate,

Refus'd thee even the boon to die:

The wretched gift Eternity

Was thine--and thou hast borne it well.

All that the Thunderer wrung from thee

Was but the menace which flung back

On him the torments of thy rack;

The fate thou didst so well foresee,

But would not to appease him tell;

And in thy Silence was his Sentence,

And in his Soul a vain repentance,

And evil dread so ill dissembled,

That in his hand the lightnings trembled.



Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,

To render with thy precepts less

The sum of human wretchedness,

And strengthen Man with his own mind;

But baffled as thou wert from high,

Still in thy patient energy,

In the endurance, and repulse

Of thine impenetrable Spirit,

Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse,

A mighty lesson we inherit:

Thou art a symbol and a sign

To Mortals of their fate and force;

Like thee, Man is in part divine,

A troubled stream from a pure source;

And Man in portions can foresee

His own funereal destiny;

His wretchedness, and his resistance,

And his sad unallied existence:

To which his Spirit may oppose

Itself--and equal to all woes,

And a firm will, and a deep sense,

Which even in torture can descry

Its own concenter'd recompense,

Triumphant where it dares defy,

And making Death a Victory.



Lord Byron (1816)

Can't find anything I want to read in Farscape fic land, but wallowing in the riches of Smallville fic... here's a tease from one of Te's greats...

[the smile]...Fades slowly, almost crumbling on Lex's face and yeah, this is what happens when people die. No one's ever supposed to smile, or laugh, but they do anyway, and then they feel like complete and utter shit about it. At least, that's the way it worked when his grandmother died, and his grandmother had been...



She hadn't been anyone who made loving her complicated.



Closer, by Te [NC-17]

Read that one dozens of times already. Will read it dozens more. Already added to hardcopy library. And it's... simply awesome. That particular passage always breaks me. The story is beyond intensely good. Word of warning so's you know. Story is rated NC-17 for same sex sex. If that makes you squicky, don't read. In the BBQ's humble opinion... this is romance. This is romantic love, and we don't give a flyin' frell that it's two guys. Just... mind-bogglingly good. If you read, bring tissues. The BBQ needs a Lex squeeze toy. Hm. Now I probably gotta send an email. Crap.

But just to give us a reason for living... whenever we can't find a Farscape Fic to recc... we're gonna go off topic and find something else entertaining.

Oh, and hey. Environmental plates came in. BBQ's BAT mobile now sports some bitchin' vanities for the California Coastal Commission. Pics later.

posted by Ally 7/25/2002 07:40:57 PM