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Как по-русски?
1. Where did you go last year? Где вы ездили в прошлом году?
We went to New York. Мы ездили в Нью Йорк.
2. Where is Pavel? Где Павел?
He's gone to St. Petersburg. Он поехал в Санкт-Петербург.
3. Where was Anya this morning? Где была Аня утром?
She went to a lecture. Она пошла на лекцию.
4. The students bought souvenirs and went home. Студенты купили сувениры и поехали домой.

And that's the last of that, since the next bits have to do with the Dative case.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go indulge my Jackie Earle Haley fascination some more.

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F-list! Amuse me. Michael Westen (Burn Notice) vs. Guerrero (Human Target). Discuss.

apocabigbang needs more vidders/artists/mixers who are ... something. More willing to do something other than SPN, RPF, or both, it seems. Oddly enough, though, my Angel: The Series fic with the OC is the one that got picked up before the Dresden Files (book series) one. Which still hasn't been picked up, but there you go. And on the plus side, if that one doesn't get picked up then I have only one fic to edit into submission! Yay!

Two rejections out of three done. I should start doing some more submissions either this week or next, but I don't know what to think of the last one being... almost four weeks to hear from them. I dont' know if that's a good sign or a bad sign. And I'm refusing to get my hopes up because I have a shoebox full of rejection letters that say I shouldn't. And considering some of these letters are small postcards, that's a lot of rejection letters.

I have Pen I could do. I could even pound some of my short stories into shape and submit them places, which may be what I end up doing because I think I want to work on ... I don't know what to work on. I want to work on Long Road some more rather than Pen, but the truth is I'm scared witless of submitting anything anymore. Which is probably not helping getting Martine done, either, for that matter. Ugh, writing. Why does it have to be such a damned lonely and precarious job. Truth is, I should probably do both Pen and some short stories this month. Something to bring to work and fuss with tomorrow, I guess. And then work on editing Long Road, what, next month? Probably. And have that ready for publication by the end of March. Get the proof copy, check it over, send out ARCs (hah. That's a joke and a half.) to whoever wants them and then be ready to market and things by June. Which is also a laugh. Oi.

I should just settle myself to writing fanfic for the rest of my life, I swear.

... Right. Ending this entry before it gets too maudlin or self-pitying. Oi.



Also, as nice as it is to have confirmation that Supernatural!Michael angel person is a Sorcerer, that does not help the augh stop smiling at me!!! impulses I have whenever I think about the way he smiled. Dear god that was creepy.

... and reading about other people's short story and novel selling success is just damned depressing. I'm happy for my f-list but... damn. Now I just feel like a failure who should just sit in her basement and not even try. Here's to attempting to kick my own ass into shape.

[fic] Miss Kitty and the Pocket Ninja

Title: Miss Kitty and the Pocket Ninja
Fandom: Human Target
Characters: Guerrero, Winston, Chance (eventually), Eve (OC), Dawn (OC)
Word Count: 1,863 so far
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A stripper by the name of "Miss Kitty" needs help with her baby sister. Naturally, she calls her friendly neighborhood assassin.
A/N: Crack and shameless Mary Sues. No one cares, so I get to do what I want. Part 2

Two men walked into a gentlemen's club.

One was tall, broad, and black, dressed and pressed in a suit that looked a little too fancy for the venue. The other was short, kind of lean, and very white, looking a little too dirty for the venue. The larger man looked uncomfortable with everything about the place. The smaller man looked at home with everything about himself, and thereby with the place in which he found himself.

"This is a strip club," said the larger man. The bouncer by them snickered long enough for both of them to turn and give him a look.

The smaller man's grin was half-hidden by the mustache. "Why, so it is, you know, I don't think I'd noticed that."

( 'Why are we in a strip club?' )