On Tue, 22 Jun 1999, David Johnston wrote:

And then Ranma would be alone with his crazy mother and his 
theiving father.

"But not to worry!  Saint Ukyou is here to rescue you!"

Sorry, that last spamfic hasn't gotten out of my system yet.  Less
heroics...

"I don't really want to kill Ranma's mother.  I think it 
would put a strain on our relationship."

I like this line.

Mousse lunged forward, flat
onto his face as she absently stepped aside, tripped him and
planted a foot on his back as she grabbed a cold drink to
hold over him.

>From the way this sentence is constructed, I can construe that Mousse was
lying facedown on the ground, and propelled himself towards Shampoo with
his feet.  Somehow, Shampoo trips him anyway (though he's alredy on the
ground), and stepps on his back. 

I think you meant to say something like 'Mousse lunged forward, only to
fall flat on his face as she absently stepped aside, tripping him and
planting a foot on his back as she grabbed a cold drink to hold over
him.'

Busted.  "Oh...hi, Kasumi.  I was going to clean up a little
accident.  Nothing to...<glkct>...worry about."

glkct?  What's that?

Without really knowing how it had happened Akane found 
herself being hugged by Kasumi.

Kasumi's been taking martial arts lessons from Shampoo?  ^_^

Akane lay back on her bed and sighed.  After a moment she 
leaned over and looked at her clock.  Time to get in her 
workout.  After all, she wouldn't want to let her martial 
arts skills slide.   

Well...maybe she'd put it off until tomorrow.  It had been a 
rough day.

Actually, I thought that Akane doesn't train after the first couple of
volumes in the manga.  That's secondhand info, though, so I could be
wrong.

"Oh.  Well, that's good," he said lamely.  "Say, you want to 
grab a bit at the Ucchan?  Looks like it's open again."

"A bite of what?"

He followed her gaze.  Through the window instead of the 
grill and stools he could racks of magazines, newspapers, 
and manga.  "What the..?"

So, what's the new business called?  UcchanBooks?  Maybe she can hook up
with Shampoo, and become an extension of Amazon?

Maybe she wields a BattleLibraryCart now, instead of the Battle Spat.

"Nope.  She moved out and got a job as a hairdresser."

Oh dear.

"My!  What brand of dye did you use to get that colour?"

"Dye?  Why would I use dye?"

"..."

"My family's been making okonomiaki for at least that long."

Recognizable Japanese government hasn't been around that long (I think).

Nodoka looked about ready to cry.  "I was so sure that 
they'd all say no!  I mean I couldn't have possibly been 
more unreasonable..."

Oh yes she could!

Nodoka:	Um.  Um.  Okay!  Now for round two.

Ukyou:	Round 2?  What's that?

Nodoka:	Can everyone here rub their heads and pat their tummies?
	Well, what about pat their heads, and rub their tummies?

Everyone turned to the new arrival, a handsome but tall 
young girl with her brown hair in a pony tail.

"Mom, you didn't-"

"Are you my fiancee?"

Finace (unless she's like that, and Ranma's currently Onna-Ranma).

For some reason, I keep thinking of Yohko, even though she has two braids,
not a pony tail.


-Natsume Ranma Ranma
-------
The sardines weren't worth the trouble.  A few more shots, then 
Ryoga-san would overheat and explode.  Ducking around a corner, 
I managed to lose him as I entered the ramshackle residence of 
my Anime supplier.

One look at his face and I knew that I was betrayed.  "Tell me."
I insisted.  He refused, so I slammed him against the wall.
"Last chance.  Where can Ranma-Ranma find good fanfics?"
"Try Jason Liao." he whispered, before he slumped to the floor.
I heard the sounds of a door splintering as I left through the 
window, one step ahead of Tendo Heavy Industries...