persimmon's Diaries

Print Story WFC5 results: Sometimes I Suck
This has not been the best-run WFC, and for that apologise; midterms and my own suckitude have contributed to my neglect to post the appropriate diaries in a timely fashion, and I owe all the loyal WFC-ites an apology.

Nevertheless, we have a clear (as theantix would say) weiner. Results inside.


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Print Story WFC5: Voting o'clock!
So Kellnerin gave us a recipe. Have a look at what everyone cooked up, and report back on what was tasty.

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Print Story WFC4 postmortem, Grocery List edition
In which I turn all the vehemence previously taken out on other entries in my comprehensive review to my own piece.

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Print Story Necropsy: Songs of the Redeemed
In which the author dissects a first attempt at highfalutin speculative fiction.

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Print Story Everything you ever wanted to say
Love
By persimmon (Mon Apr 25, 2005 at 02:14:41 PM EST) (all tags)
It was pouring, and I had let a rambunctious 6-year-old sit on my back almost the entire time, so my feet were both soggy and sore. Someone borrowed my sweater and someone kept thanking me for shutting the 6-year-old up and almost everyone brought some sort of prepared starch and deposited it on the ping-pong table in the garage.

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