At 01:30 AM 5/31/99 -0400, Jason Liao wrote:

mountains shed their usual ruddy tone for that of quick-cooked flesh

Quick-cooked?  What odd word choice!  I would expect 'seared' or
something.

Hmm... ever cooked a hamburger on a barbecue that was WAY too hot?  :)

Once the monks had disappeared, once there was no doubt in its mind that
there were no individuals but only a mystic lotus, Fierce Protector and
the Mentor at the pool, then it did its teacher's bidding. 

Who's the 'it' who's visualizing this?  It isn't clear.  In fact, this
whole sentence is slightly awkward.

As I understand it (Tibetan mysticism is Willmore's area, for the most
part), the monks have formed a mental link (of sorts), creating the
collective power of the Fierce Protector.  Individuality disappears at this
point, and "they" become "it".  At least, that's my understanding of it.

The mystic lotus bloomed; their yellow robes wounded the surrounding
gray and from the pool walked out the human fruit, twice-born, unclad. 

An interesting description, human-fruit.  In the Journey West, a classic
Chinese tale, one of the adventures of Sun Wu-Kong involved the fruit from
a tree that was supposed to grant youth for a large number of years (I
think 20,000, but it's possible that I misremember).  I thought that was
their object, for a brief moment, before I read on. 

There's also the traditional Japanese momotaro(?) stories, about the
hero-child born from a peach.

     "Well, not a pair like--"  Hiroshi shut his mouth as Ranma gave him
a look promising painful death, or at least something involving caltrops
used in ways not approved of by the manufacturer. 

You know how caltrops are used, right?  I suspect that anyone who's
willing to make the things aren't going to care how they're used.  It's
pretty bad any way. 

ConSer ref.  And I can personally think of a lot of ways to use caltrops
that are more unpleasant than just tossing 'em on the ground.

and what had they given him?  Nothing but pain and rejection. 

As I once wrote to Mike Allen when prereading his Happosai fic.

"Waaah!  Poor Happosai...wait a minute.  What the hell am I saying?"

Happosai's perpsective on his treatment by the rest of the household is,
needless to say, grotesquely biased.

     The word 'wedding' invoked a silence comparable to that caused by
the mention of privatisation at a meeting of the Chinese economic
council. 

Except that for all intents and purposes, Chinese business *is*
privatized.

Intent and purpose are different from outright declaration.  They are still
nominally a Communist nation.

"I just did not think it would take you so very long.  Oh, woe and
perdition." 

Er...woe and perdition?!

Hey, I can see Konatsu saying it.  :)

     o/~ To be in love, must be the sweetest feeling that a girl can
feel o/~

*WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP*

Then again, I did write that spamfic with the Macek-nichuan, so I suppose
I shouldn't cast stones.

>From what Willmore's told me, he actually listened to the song while
writing this scene.  His courage awes me.  

 Frankly, there were times when she genuinely contemplated giving Mousse
some advice on where he was always going wrong; the idiot did truly love
her great-granddaughter, and if he wasn't as strong as Ranma, he was
strong enough. 

HEX!!  HEX!!  ICK!!!

(no, I don't like Shampoo-Mousse matchups.  I like Shampoo just fine, 
but I don't like Mousse)

Cologne, at least in this incarnation, is evenly divided between making
sure Shampoo is happy and making sure she continues the family line.

'snot bad.  Just from loose interpretation of this intro, it seems like a
Ranma-Akane matchup, but since Alan's had a hand in writing this, it means
that most likely,  nothing of the sort will happen.

Err... hmm... I actually think everything I've written with Ranma and Akane
in it has had them matched up in some way or another.  ^_^#

Ciao,
-Alan Harnum