[Yes, I know this is over a week past posting time; gomen. What can I 
say... 

Bah, don't worry about it.

the last couple of weeks have been crazier than usual. Within one 
week: My father's house burned down, the place where I work laid off

one 

of its 8 people, my boss's car got stolen, my sister got married, and I

slipped on a patch of ice outside of the reception and tore open the

knee 

of the tuxedo pants (not to mention my own knee). 

Sux 2 B U.

Oh, well... In the 
meantime, I've been trying to finish up part 3 of Ranma Pride, with 
assorted distractions and lots of jumping around. Um, is anyone reading

it besides Chris Davies? No one else is commenting. <Sigh>]

Hmm...don't even recall seeing it.

	It was a small theater, the likes of which people had seen a
thousand times before.  Of course, not many theaters were devoted to
one purpose and one purpose only: that form of fiction reviewing
known as Mystery Science Theater-ing.  

I think the folks at mine have just about given up on booking anything 
else in there. Even Siskel & Ebert couldn't stand the warehouse-variety

popcorn stench now. Lyra's used to it by this point; Windir's taken to 
wearing noseplugs. ;>

Things I didn't need to hear.

	Their further argument was interrupted by a throat being cleared.
"Uh...girls?"  They turned to see Chris sitting in the row behind
them.  "I appreciate the sentiment, but the owner said if we trash
this place again _I_ have to pay for it."  The two sat down and

Lyra: They tried that with us.

Frito: <Smug look> *Once*. Heh heh heh...

Yeah, but considering the owner is Kami-sama, _I_ listen.

	"What's wrong with it?" she asked with a pout.

	Chris began frantically waving his hands in the air.  "It's
monstrous!  It's _huge_!"

I've actually thought seriously about doing UF a couple of times. It's

so 

important in the history of fanficing, I think it would be very

salutary 

to compare it with current fics. :) Only one or two of the core UF 
stories, of course; I'm not *completely* insane. ^_^

That's still insane.  The Core stories are _huge_.

	Urd looked up at the scrolling credits with a bit of awe.  "That's
one big fic."  She paused as the words floating through the air began
to  warp and twist, and a breeze sprang up.  "Hey Skuld, you didn't
hook this thing up, did you?" 

Lyra: Uh-oh.

Frito: What-oh?

To quote a phrase: <*crack*boom*ominous thunder*>

	From her hold on her seat, Urd groaned in dismay.  "I just now I'm
going to regret this," she complained, and as she let go of her
chair, the mysterious force pulled her into the air.  "Wait for
me!!!!"

Lyra: Nice take on Urd's character.

Windir: Indeed. I find it must salutary when authors recognize that Urd

is, indeed, more than a simple... 'vamp' <distasteful look>, I believe 
the term is, for those so uncouth as to lapse into the vernacular. 

Thank you.  I always thought that Urd really cared about her sisters (and
her brother, of course <eg>) but that she was too busy keeping up her act
to really let it show.

One 
should note, however, that the word is 'know', not 'now'. 

Whoops.  Dammit, you'd think with four writers/proofreaders we'd catch
all that.

<SNIP>

Windir: Hmmmmmmmm. <Thoughtful look> Well?

Lyra: Interesting, very funny in spots, kinda self-indulgent. I do want

to see where this goes... this is really just a teaser, doesn't say

much 

of anything about what the actual plot will be.

Heh.  Well, there should be a second teaser on the list to explain that
point.  As for the the self-indugence....this _is_ a self-insert after
all, and in the grand tradition of UF, also known as "Gryphon and His
Pals Sleep With Every Hot Anime Babe" (sorry, couldn't resist), it just
wouldn't be right without a _bit_ of it.

[Us not jumping into UF]
Lyra: Definitely better off this way. Aside from the fact that the UF 
universe is (last I heard) officially closed by the creators and it's 
incredibly bad form to write in another authors' universe without 
permission, that universe is crowded enough already; Ghu knows what

would 

happen if this got mixed up in it.

I keep getting this image of Redneck hunting us down, otherwise I'd do it
anyway.  

Hmm...I wonder what fanfiction of fanfiction is called?

--
Christopher "God-boy" Angel
cja124@mail.usask.ca      http://www.engr.usask.ca/~cja124
"The Man.  The Myth.  The Legend.
The Action Figure from Bandai!"