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my tuppence worth...

Slightly over a month ago I put in a similar request, as I was about to
start archiving fics for teh benefit of any authors who might accidently
spill their wake-up juice over their hard drives.

I got flamed.

Apparently, its not up to me how people send their fics. This is despite
the fact that all I asked was that people follow the guidelines in the
FAQ. So I scrapped my plan to archive stuff.

Principles:

1)If an author loses his own work, it probably wasn't that important
anyway. I can't make an archive with the headers presented to me, so I
won't try.

2)If an author wants me to read his work, he can send it to me in the
way I want it, coincidentally the way the FAQ says it should be said.

Yes, the contents of this Email probably are inflammatory, and like the
guy who started this thread, I fully expect to get flamed for this. I
will NOT respond to flames on this subject. This is my only comment on
this topic for this next month.

Now, on with something a bit lighter... (apologies for mixing fic and
faq in one post, archivers, this is a drafty version anyway)

+------------------------------------------------+
|Rhialto                                         |
|                                                |
|"I'm not just a pretty face!"                   |
|"Hah! You're not *even* a pretty face!"         |
+------------------------------------------------+

Ranma Nikai Norowaretta (Part the third)

  "School???"

  "Well, now that we are going to be staying here a while, I thought it
best that you go to school like everyone else."

  "But I can't enrol looking like a girl!"

  "I could arrang for Tofu-sensei to get a wheelchair for you," offered
Kasumi.

  I tried to picture myself in a whelchair. But the idea of going in
public like that made me cringe.  Looking at the determination in Soun
and oyaji's face, I realiased there was no way I was going to get out of
this one. I reached forward and grabbed the orange juice, emptying it
out over my head.

  "That better?" I asked, an octave higher. "But there is no way I'm
gonna wear a seifuku." On taht point I got my way. I wore my favourite
red shirt and black pants.

  Eventually, we set of for school. Nabiki had already left ten minutes
earlier. I guess it was to get me and Akane to talk on the way in, as I
saw her having a whispered argument after breakfast. In a way it worked.
We *did* talk.

  "You know Ranma, its just as well you aren't wearing a dress, walking
on that railing."

  "Ah shut up Akane. Its a guy thing. I do it because I can."

  "You don't look much lie a guy right now. Pervert!" She grinned.

  "Uncute tomboy!"

  "kawaikunee!"

  She glared at me. I glared back at her. Then she smiled. 'Hey, she
really is cute!' I thought. Next thing I knew she pulled a thermos out
of nowhere and emptied it over me. I did teh natural thing for someone
who can't walk and fell backwards, fortunately landing in the canal.


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Hmm, is this the slowest writing on record?


"Is it just me, or is this whole family insane?"
--Kunou Kodachi