The latest -- but still far from complete -- version of my ambitious "Fanfic Writer's Guide" has gotten a bit too big to post directly into a message, so I've put it on my website. It
can be found here, and will stay there for the foreseeable future. I'll update this thread or start a new one when I put up a new version. In the mean time, if people want to take a look and comment, go right ahead. Be aware that I haven't yet addressed everything that people pointed out or suggested the last time around, but trust me, the intent is there.
Thanks.
And yes, I'm working on DW5-3 as well. Don't worry.
-- Bob
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...The President is on the line
As ninety-nine crab rangoons go by...

I was going through the Credits sections of BSBW, and discovered that I've got eighteen songs quoted in the work so far - song powers, chapter header quotes, throwaway references by Doug, and so on. I know the copyright information for only five of the songs. This isn't a good average...
Does anyone know the copyright information for these songs?

English version of 99 Red Balloons, by Gabriela "Nena" Kerner.
Calypso, by John Denver.
Knock on Wood, written by Eddie Floyd and Steve Cropper.
I Am the Slime, by Frank Zappa.
Little Old Lady from Pasedena, by Jan and Dean.
Nemo, by Nightwish.
Raining Again, by Moby.
Rubber Band Man, by The Spinners.
(I'm So Hot for Her and) She's So Cold, by the Rolling Stones.
Stalin's Organs, by GWAR.
These Dreams, by Heart.
Working My Way Back To You, by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons.
You May Be Right, by Billy Joel.

To show folks what I need, here's the information for one of those other five songs:
Don't Stop Me Now, by Queen, written by Freddie Mercury, copyright 1978 EMI Music Publishing.

Thanks in advance...

-Rob Kelk
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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

They put up the announcement today. Apparently wings will be part of the Rewards program. They have screenshots of both types of wings and a short video of wings in action:
Veteran Rewards Program"Broad-minded is just another way of saying a fellow's too lazy to form an opinion." -- Will RogersGlobal: @Jimmy Amp

"Broad-minded is just another way of saying a fellow's too lazy to form an opinion." -- Will Rogers

A short little piece. In-character musings.
Consider this my widdle parting gift before I, y'know, vanish for a couple weeks to travel and sort out RL stuff. >_o
(Well, I'll probably be able to read the boards from time to time, whenever I can sneak net access...but I dunno how much time I'll have, and so on. Y'know.)
Anyway, a little insight into Space Mage's head. She's not just fluff and energy, you see...

The IRS has, as of today, stripped the Democratic Leadership Council of its tax-exempt status, on the grounds that they do not serve the public interest, but only that of democrat-party office-seekers.
While true, it should a) be applied even-handedly to both parties, and b) good GODS, the horrible timing....--
"I give you the beautiful... the talented... the tirelessly atomic-powered...
R!
DOROTHY!
WAYNERIGHT!
--
Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.

there's a lot of hits on youtube for the keywords 'Weird Al AMV'. here's some examples.
This one had me LOL though, I'll leave it as a surprise
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z...ed&search=
this one is a variety of animes to the tune of one of Al's Polkas
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5oTVyoBC-Y
'Amish Warcraft'
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxAgiyWIGII
"Trigger Happy" + Trigun =
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qf-LJck44kQ
"Girls Just want to have Lunch" starring Lina Inverse
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3DxZ8j8MDQ__________________
I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.
___________________________
"I've always wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific." - George Carlin

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire

Light My Fire, The Doors, from the 1967 album The Doors

Yes, of course I know what the song's really about. But read the lyrics literally, and you get an Empowerment song... Gives fire-based powers to a female Doug cares about ("Come on baby, light my fire"), gives her and Doug the ability to levitate ("You know that I would be a liar / If I was to say to you / Girl, we couldn't get much higher"), and makes both of them impulsive ("The time to hesitate is through").
This makes a good counterpart to (I'm So Hot For Her And) She's So Cold. It might also be of use in the Sailor Moon step, if Doug wanted to let Usagi experience some of Rei's abilities; he'd just have to keep an impulsive Sailor Moon from flying away, and how hard could that be?

-Rob Kelk
--
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

Not gonna be able to play much for a while... or at least not while everyone else is on... Just a heads-up
''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

Now like some *chough*TheStig*chough*pfloyd*chough* I've a minor prog-rock listening....obsession...liking. One of those bands that I like listening to and's found on me iPod is Muse. From watching the video clips they do, I wouldn't mind chatching 'em live. Some of their song may trigger a power for our man Sangnoir. Others, he might not want ot touch in a month of Sundays.

Okay so I was talking to a buddy of mine about a film Demon Hunter a glorious, Constantine flavored failure of a film starring my favorite villain actor, Billy Drago. The conversation went on that all film nun protagonists, at least in the B genre, are nubile hotbodies who are a single leering look away from sin. We both lamented that we were unlikely to see arse-kicking nun protagonist who looked more like Bea Arthur than Angelina Jolie.
Which meant that a new Toon was in the offing. Big Momma S is now punishing evil over on Virtue.
Brief Introduction.
Sister. I know that there is no official age limit on registration, but are you sure you want to do this? The perky brunette receptionist looked at the form dubiously. The old nun merely stared back at her; the nearly black eyes holding an implacable calm. A hand, large, gnarled and callused emerged from the habit. There was the unmistakable sound of steel on steel. Thee long, steel rulers emerged from the back of the nuns hand; their edges gleaming bright and sharp. The nun casually flicked her wrist, the rulers gouging three parallel grooves in the marble of the counter-top.
I take it that is a yes. The rulers vanished as quickly as they emerged and the nun tucked her hands back into the sleeves of her habit. The receptionist swallowed hard. Her position required her to deal with the heroic, the weird, the strange and the merely tacky; it was part and parcel of being on the front line of Paragon meta-human registration. This still rang bells. An eighty year old nun. A very big eighty year old nun.
The letters should be of the same height and even. The hand emerged from the habit again, this time clutching what could only be described as a regulation, nun-issued, steel ruler. The receptionist paled and ducked her head slightly. There is no excuse for poor penmanship my child.
Yes Maam The receptionist considered moving her chair back, but the aged nun had already demonstrated viper-quick speed; escape was futile. Good hand-writing skills were her only defense. I need your hero name please.
Big Momma S. The nun said calmly. I am the Mother Superior of Our Lady of Doing Gratuitously Violent Things to Them Wot Deserves Gratuitously Violent Things Done Unto Them. I have also served at Saint Defenestrations School for Closed Windows, Our Lady of the Sucking Chest Wound and Saint Crotchkickers Home For Knackered Lowlifes. And Lourdes.
Sign here please. The receptionist pushed the completed form to the nun. She took the proffered pen and signed with machine-perfect precision.
* * *
How much are penguins worth? The BurnJack leaned against the wall as he held court over his Hellion minions. Atlas Park had been good to him this morning, he had collected several purses; with accompanying jewelry and watches, and had sown a great deal of wonderful chaos. A nun would be the perfect thing to cap things off before lunch.
My son. The nun seemed largely unconcerned at being accosted by the towering, tattooed thug. Perhaps it was because she could meet his eyes without looking up. Perspective was a funny thing, she has seemed much smaller coming up the street. Still, the wrinkled features proclaimed her age, and everyone knew that the dangerous nuns were young hotbodies; not older, Bea Arthur types.
Sister! BurnJack played up the moment. I am a wretched evildoer. I steal, I rape, I pillage. I am a force of chaos released upon the world! Its better to burn out than to fade away!
Blessed are the evildoers. The nun raised a hand in benediction, For they shall receive a kingdom of pain.
BurnJack had been prepared for many things; his banter carefully practiced ahead of time; his repertoire of punishing martial arts moves polished with the precision of long practice, and his body toughened by the arcane rituals of the Hellions. So he could not readily explain why the next thing out of his mouth was a high pitched girlish scream. For Big Momma S, the explanation was apparent. She had grabbed Burnjack by the crotch and lifted, hauling the Hellion into the air and then slamming him down hard onto the pavement. Relinquishing her grip, she stomped a heavy, sensible shoe onto his throat, reducing his screams to a mewling, gagging noise.
Evil is second to nun; and I am that nun. The two remaining Hellions swallowed, watching Burnjack as he writhed helplessly on the ground. The one on the left made a break for it. Big Momma S drew a steel ruler from her habit and threw it expertly; the flashing steel embedding itself in the Hellions right kidney. He fell screaming to the pavement.
Nuns arent supposed to do that! The last Hellion went for his gun with a shaky hand. Love your enemies and all that garbage.
Forgive him lord. The nun made the same benediction, wickedly sharp rulers emerging from her hands. For he knows not what a can of whoop ass he has opened.
The Hellion considered his options. Running was out. Fighting was out. That left screaming like a school girl, praying and wetting himself. Just to be safe he chose all three.