My father sent me this article. I thought this would be the best place to share it :-) Knowing there is at least one Bugs fan out there. :-) -Cindy
www.thestar.com/article/233518

The Jason eyed me warily from one of the overhead displays as I slammed my Material Defender through a wicked spiralling turn into the depths of the mine.
"So, let me get this straight."
I grunted acknowledgement, fragging a hapless drone.
"You've had a batch of crystal 'wavium brewing for six months."
"Yup" I responded, as I dodged some sort of crackling plasma ball.
"You Quickened an AI in it, and left the poor thing recoding for another two months."
"Ayup." And the ball-launcher, a wall-clinging turret, fell to my missles.
"All so you could play Descent in higher resolution with better graphics."
"Yeap." I cursed briefly as the ball-launcher's brother fragged _me_, then looked up at The Jason in the screen. "It was worth it, too. Works great multiplayer."
The Jason shook his head, and I grinned as I pushed the file over the link and closed the connection. Best to give the poor guy a few days to get up to speed, after all. Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979

The usual places have the sub of Ghibli's Earthsea out. Three more hours for me before I watch.

That poor white mage.
Actually very well done.
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Epsilon

Always good to see those numbers going up.
but 115k equals how many completed scenes out of how many planned scenes for chapter 5?"I was an Otaku before those kids came along and changed the meaning of the word."
-- HM "Howling Mad" Wilson to more than one team-mate.
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky?
That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry-
NO QUARTER!!!
-- "No Quarter", by Echo's Children

Since nobody's mentioned it yet... here's the live-action Negima! homepage

-Rob Kelk
"Read Or Die: not so much a title as a way of life." - Justin Palmer, 6 June 2007
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

On Youtube... where else?
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''

-- James Nicoll

Contains naughty words.
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Epsilon
BUY SOME LAND

We've had a few TV shows of non-genre stripe prove to have actually happened in Fenspace. Can we assume that things like having CSI: Miami and The Avengers be "real" don't break the setting like having a REAL Haruhi would?
Primary differences I would include would be the real versions of these characters not resembling their TV counterparts.
Also, what shows qualify for the reality treatment? Not just having Fen take up the mantles, but having the series as presented or toned down slightly as actual occurences?
Shows I'm sure would make the cut:
Dragnet
One Adam Twelve
Emergency!
CHiPs
Hill Street Blues
most "Cop Shows" of a realistic bent
Shows that DEFINITELY fall in range of the Fen (thus HAVE to be originally fictitious):
Dukes of Hazzard
TJ Hooker
The A-Team
Police Squad!
Cop Rock
Starsky and Hutch
Walker Texas Ranger [Too many Chuck Norris memes to let Walker have actually existed]
Nash Bridges
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''

-- James Nicoll

(Inspired by a comment on LJ)
John sat on the veranda, sipping his tea and watching parkgoers do the various things that parkgoers do. He admitted that those things had changed since he was a young man. Even things as simple as kites and toy boats had been carried along by technology and changes in hobbies. All part of getting older, he thought. He'd accepted that, but it was still strange to watch sometimes.
When he was young, he hadn't ever thought of retiring. He couldn't imagine it back then, but now he found that he was quite happy to sit on the veranda of his favorite teahouse, sip his favorite blend, read his favorite paper (with accompanying favorite crossword), and watch people bustle by with whatever concerns they had. His companion was just as happy to do just the same, although she had taken to challenging various folk to games of chess on Tuesdays, and she never was one for the crossword. Oh, they still kept their hand in; the Agency was far too busy with all the furor over this "handwavium" stuff to not hire them back as consultants. Other companies had contacted them as well, drawing upon John's experience and knowledge (the declassified knowledge at any rate) to help them out.
He smirked into his teacup at the memory of his most recent consulting "miracle." The Americans had all been so flabbergasted at how easy he had made it look to find the source of that shipment. In all honesty, they could have done it just as easily, had they not been so set on it being directly tied to terrorists. Terrorists and fen, that's all they thought about these days. It never occurred to them that it might have been a simple criminal enterprise, easily found by looking in circles other than those associated with Muslim radical elements or that strange bunch of rebellious young people who had made it into orbit.
He looked down at the crossword. Four letters, "Wimbledon fundament." He shook his head as he picked up his pen and filled in the word. It was Tuesday, but he thought the Times' crosswords should be better. Maybe he would offer his services as a contributing designer.
A chiming tune, tinnily reminiscent of a fanfare of trumpets, interrupted his thoughts. His phone, tucked in his coat, was ringing. With simple care, he extracted it and looked at the caller identification. Ah, he thought, it's him. He engaged the line, saying, "Good afternoon, Doctor. Am I on the Global Frequency?"
The voice that replied was American, and sounded nothing like Peter Weller. John would know, he had heard Mr. Weller play jazz while in Italy, at a little club not far from the university where the actor was now teaching. "Good afternoon, John. I'm afraid so. We have a situation that requires your skills and knowledge. I hate to interrupt your tea, but could you meet up with Tallyho and Ogre at our London offices?"
"But of course, Doctor. I take it that there is some immediacy in this?"
Buckaroo Banzai's smile was evident in his voice, but also his concern. "It is, John. We've come across some unpleasant information regarding last month's fire in Avesbury."
"I will be there as soon as traffic allows."
"Thanks, John. See you soon."
John disconnected the phone and placed it back in his coat. He drained the dregs of his tea in a single swallow, placed the tally of his bill (with his regular, substantial gratuity) on the table, and stood. Collecting his hat and umbrella, he entered the teashop to collect his companion.
She was leaning on the counter, engaged in a game with the young woman who ran the shop most afternoons. John studied her from behind for a moment, savoring her appearance like others would savor a beautiful sunset. Even after working with her for so many years, he still enjoyed looking at her. She didn't wear anything like the impressive outfits she wore when they were both younger, but she still was the most beautiful woman he knew.
The shopowner looked up as he entered, and his companion turned at her glance. She fixed him with an inquisitive look, full of her regular humor. In response, he smiled, placed his hat at its old rakish tilt, and held out a hand.
"Mrs. Peel, we're needed."Ebony the Black Dragon
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"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."