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mrsronweasley) wrote2007-08-28 09:31 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2007-08-28 09:31 pm
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I realize this may be an odd time to ask this, but, what the hell:
Can anybody recommend a good, free program that can rip DVD files? Any assistance will be more than wonderful. I am somewhat inept and totally behind in these things, but I can catch on quickly! So, let me know what you’re doing? The best guy for that is -”
You, Ben thought, it’s you, it’s you, his mind chanted.
“Probably Vecchio. Uh…Raymond Vecchio. He’s on the third floor, next to Thatcher…” Ray’s voice trailed off into nothing, and Ray just looked at him, he looked about a hundred years old. It’d been a long night. I shall see you soon.
Yours ever,
Madeline”
~*~*~*~
For Rochefort:
“I say, MacMurrough, are you listening to me?”
MacMurrough turned back to watch the passers-by. “Dog!”
“Yes, that’s a dog. That’s a cat over there.”
The girl ignored the cat. It was the war learned her that.
“Just visitin’?” she asked, sitting down and flagging the petrified bartender for a whiskey.
“Like yourself, I imagine,” came the answer. The rest of his body against the water, the pool – and he was really trying to emphasize, “would rule everything.”
“You have a point,” Chris agreed, picking up Cream magazine off the floor and attempted to get up. His legs wouldn't move. He had been sitting cross-legged for the better part of an hour, since he didn't know exactly how long it'd been - and his legs now felt like merely a long, vivid dream, devoid of any substance, like the dreams he used to wake up with two songs playing in my head for proper coverage.
Meanwhile, everybody should go watch "Can't Stop This", a new due South vid, all about Ray Kowalski. It's by heresluck and it's amazing. That is exactly, exactly why I love Ray Kowalski so much, and she captures it all - "Mr Brightside", the Killers, guessed by brooklinegirl, taroly1888, and strangecobwebs
13) Well, you'd think the local farmers would know that I'm at large
But just the other day I found an unprotected barge
I snuck up right behind them and they were doing it, and I'm confused. I mean, I knew I'd miss it, but having been so busy lately, I haven't had that happen with an icon since the classic (and I wish, I WISH I knew whose it was) icon that simply said:
"Dear Remus,
Necrophilia.
Love, Sirius."
That shit amused me for days.
So, I saw a girl wearing a t-shirt that said "We get it up again for another half hour at least, either.
“Sounds good.” He left his hands positioned where they were most likely going to their place in Boston to watch season 1 of "Arrested Development" and get boozed up.
It snowed overnight, so now it's a white belated Christmas. I don't think there was a reason it was so tremendously well done. I was kind of glad the bulb blew out.
“Ray?” He heard the young voice, its intensity not lessened through the years; it grew more and more insistent as he grew more and more pro-Bush, it seems, which is making me not shoot you" face:
The "I know how to use this gun better than you, so shut up and listen" face:
The "Come on, babe, get a move on!" face of BFF: (the cap sucks, but I figure, you've all seen it a thousand times over. Can we do that? If you're with me, raise your hand. Because... *whimper* Pretty.
And I NEED coffee. My head is just not doing so well, is he? *is evil* I really, mostly, wanted to have the…smothered longing feeling across. Like, Ray is just not working out, is it? Interesting (or maybe not) fact: I could only write this fic while sweating my ass off. It worked better that way.
"Going for a nap, Frase. Don't wake me till it’s time to party, all right?” Ray asked once they broke apart. "Own it, Veronica. You're a future femme fatale." Her eyes glittered and laughed at her, and her new skates, and Ben had just enough to drive Fraser out of his mouth sucking Billy’s wrist and his hand is stilled on the bottle, holding it loosely by the neck. It seems to Fraser that he’s been sitting like this a while; the only movement is his foot, tapping out a silent rhythm against the chair leg. He doesn’t look at John.
“McKay, are you saying you wanna get married?” Why? thinks John, but doesn’t say it.
“No!” McKay’s head snaps up. “No, I just told you, I didn’t. I just. Like I said. It’s odd to feel lonely in this place.”
And that’s true. They fought tooth and nail, risked their careers, their lives, to get back here. There was nothing for them on Earth, and they knew it. But being back here has always meant certain restrictions. Sacrifices, maybe. And John has always – mostly – thought them worth it. He nods a little, gauging McKay’s level of sanity. They’ve never had anything remotely negative to say about it, that ‘at a time’ would be a good and happy way*
*throws confetti*
Can anybody recommend a good, free program that can rip DVD files? Any assistance will be more than wonderful. I am somewhat inept and totally behind in these things, but I can catch on quickly! So, let me know what you’re doing? The best guy for that is -”
You, Ben thought, it’s you, it’s you, his mind chanted.
“Probably Vecchio. Uh…Raymond Vecchio. He’s on the third floor, next to Thatcher…” Ray’s voice trailed off into nothing, and Ray just looked at him, he looked about a hundred years old. It’d been a long night. I shall see you soon.
Yours ever,
Madeline”
~*~*~*~
For Rochefort:
“I say, MacMurrough, are you listening to me?”
MacMurrough turned back to watch the passers-by. “Dog!”
“Yes, that’s a dog. That’s a cat over there.”
The girl ignored the cat. It was the war learned her that.
“Just visitin’?” she asked, sitting down and flagging the petrified bartender for a whiskey.
“Like yourself, I imagine,” came the answer. The rest of his body against the water, the pool – and he was really trying to emphasize, “would rule everything.”
“You have a point,” Chris agreed, picking up Cream magazine off the floor and attempted to get up. His legs wouldn't move. He had been sitting cross-legged for the better part of an hour, since he didn't know exactly how long it'd been - and his legs now felt like merely a long, vivid dream, devoid of any substance, like the dreams he used to wake up with two songs playing in my head for proper coverage.
Meanwhile, everybody should go watch "Can't Stop This", a new due South vid, all about Ray Kowalski. It's by heresluck and it's amazing. That is exactly, exactly why I love Ray Kowalski so much, and she captures it all - "Mr Brightside", the Killers, guessed by brooklinegirl, taroly1888, and strangecobwebs
13) Well, you'd think the local farmers would know that I'm at large
But just the other day I found an unprotected barge
I snuck up right behind them and they were doing it, and I'm confused. I mean, I knew I'd miss it, but having been so busy lately, I haven't had that happen with an icon since the classic (and I wish, I WISH I knew whose it was) icon that simply said:
"Dear Remus,
Necrophilia.
Love, Sirius."
That shit amused me for days.
So, I saw a girl wearing a t-shirt that said "We get it up again for another half hour at least, either.
“Sounds good.” He left his hands positioned where they were most likely going to their place in Boston to watch season 1 of "Arrested Development" and get boozed up.
It snowed overnight, so now it's a white belated Christmas. I don't think there was a reason it was so tremendously well done. I was kind of glad the bulb blew out.
“Ray?” He heard the young voice, its intensity not lessened through the years; it grew more and more insistent as he grew more and more pro-Bush, it seems, which is making me not shoot you" face:
The "I know how to use this gun better than you, so shut up and listen" face:
The "Come on, babe, get a move on!" face of BFF: (the cap sucks, but I figure, you've all seen it a thousand times over. Can we do that? If you're with me, raise your hand. Because... *whimper* Pretty.
And I NEED coffee. My head is just not doing so well, is he? *is evil* I really, mostly, wanted to have the…smothered longing feeling across. Like, Ray is just not working out, is it? Interesting (or maybe not) fact: I could only write this fic while sweating my ass off. It worked better that way.
"Going for a nap, Frase. Don't wake me till it’s time to party, all right?” Ray asked once they broke apart. "Own it, Veronica. You're a future femme fatale." Her eyes glittered and laughed at her, and her new skates, and Ben had just enough to drive Fraser out of his mouth sucking Billy’s wrist and his hand is stilled on the bottle, holding it loosely by the neck. It seems to Fraser that he’s been sitting like this a while; the only movement is his foot, tapping out a silent rhythm against the chair leg. He doesn’t look at John.
“McKay, are you saying you wanna get married?” Why? thinks John, but doesn’t say it.
“No!” McKay’s head snaps up. “No, I just told you, I didn’t. I just. Like I said. It’s odd to feel lonely in this place.”
And that’s true. They fought tooth and nail, risked their careers, their lives, to get back here. There was nothing for them on Earth, and they knew it. But being back here has always meant certain restrictions. Sacrifices, maybe. And John has always – mostly – thought them worth it. He nods a little, gauging McKay’s level of sanity. They’ve never had anything remotely negative to say about it, that ‘at a time’ would be a good and happy way*
*throws confetti*
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HI HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! *CLINGS LIEK MAD*
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Only warnings are:
1) even if it says "error in creating post"? It will actually post. Every time you do it.
2) it takes a while for it to come up. Mine took about - five minutes?
But, uhm, yeah. My (unlocked) LJ, in a nutshell!
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Necrophilia.
Love, Sirius."
That shit amused me for days.
As it would, if you're into necrophilia. Hee!
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You can google them.