From: "L-Soft list server at Indiana University (1.8d)" To: "ARTF@MemoryAlpha.nil" File: "LOISCLA-GENERAL-L LOG9802B" ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 7 Feb 1998 22:26:48 -0800 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Leanne Shawler Subject: Re: Announcing the Kerths Categories -- nominate your fic! In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >Leanne wrote: >>Best Series Continuation > >Okay, maybe I missed something in the discussion of the categories, >but I'm not sure what this category is, especially since you have a >category for best fifth season episode (which I assume encompasses >all the cyberseasons, not just Season 5 ;) which would cover stories >that continue the actual "aired" series, and you have a category for >best series. Would this be a category for someone adding to someone >else's series, and if so, are there enough of those to make a category? >At the moment, I can't think of any... > Well, we have six (I think) season fives ... so it's basically "best overall" from those ... (if you're wondering what they are, S5 links to them all) I imagine the competition will be hot between the Krypton Club's TUFS, and the S5 :) >Anyway, we appreciate your jumping into the fray on this one, Leanne. >A lot of us are good at coming up with good ideas, but twice now you've >shown yourself capable of making those good ideas reality -- my hat's >off to you!! :) > I know ... don't we have some sort of FoLC psychiatric hospital so I can get treated for these strange compulsions??? Leanne Leanne Shawler aka Volterra on IRC (volterra@sd.znet.com) Keeper of Giles' Sheets http://www.znet.com/~volterra/leanne.html Lois and Clark Season 5 Fanfic: http://www.tempus.simplenet.com/season5/ Midnight Dreaming: The Original Anthony Warlow Home Page: http://www.zweb.com/volterra/anthony.html ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 8 Feb 1998 05:43:25 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Stark Subject: Re: This is a posting test Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 10:31 AM 2/6/98 -0800, Linda M. wrote: >...I'm trying >to write a wedding story fanfic, based on my idea, but >having a difficult time with deciding how much detail to include. As it's only electrons, I say add all the details you wish to add. Write for yourself first, make yourself happy (hey, none of us is getting paid for this, so we have no masters), and odds are your readers will feel happy with the results, too. Don't hold back, have fun! >Anyone want to read what I have so far? Not me, no time... sigh! Debby Debby@swcp.com who swears she needs another vacation...! ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 8 Feb 1998 07:08:24 -0800 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Linda Deneroff Subject: Re: More On the Run In-Reply-To: <01bd3402$604ed540$8bbbae98@default> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Beth, Why don't you post the story here as well? I check my emails much more frequently than I do usenet . Linda At 01:55 PM 02/07/1998 -0600, you wrote: >Hi everyone, > >Just wanted to let you know that there has been two new parts to on the run >posted. If you been there in the last two days you probabally have seen it, >if not you may want to run and catch it. > >Beth > > ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 8 Feb 1998 12:05:11 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Crystal Wimmer Subject: Reply to Wedding Fic Request Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit First, let me apologize for posting this to everyone. As seen below, I took this from Kathy's post, and Linda's private e-mail address wasn't available. Sorry to glog your boxes :) In a message dated 98-02-08 07:43:46 EST, you write: << At 10:31 AM 2/6/98 -0800, Linda M. wrote: >...I'm trying >to write a wedding story fanfic, based on my idea, but >having a difficult time with deciding how much detail to include. As it's only electrons, I say add all the details you wish to add. Write for yourself first, make yourself happy (hey, none of us is getting paid for this, so we have no masters), and odds are your readers will feel happy with the results, too. Don't hold back, have fun! >Anyone want to read what I have so far? Not me, no time... sigh! >> Linda, I'd be happy to read what you have so far. Just send it to me at JCWimmer@aol.com. I'm not a pro at this, but I do love to read. I can give you an opinion, and sometimes those are as important as technical assistance. :) Looking forward to it! Crystal ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 8 Feb 1998 19:20:22 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Becky Kuesters Subject: fanfic: Cookies Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-transfer-encoding: quoted-printable Thanks to everyone who said nice things to me about my first fanfic that = I=0Aposted to the list several months ago, you made me brave enough to wr= ite=0Aanother ;-) ;-)=0A=0ABecky=0Atovie@aol.com=0A=0A=09This story is de= dicated to fellow folc and friend Susie, who, when she found=0Aout about = my addiction to chocolate (and LnC) (g) was kind enough to bring me=0Abac= k some Flakes from LAFF. Like Lois' in the following story, my Flakes wer= e=0Asubject to much abuse before I finally got them home - melted several= times,=0Adropped, stuffed in the bottom of my luggage, etc. - and I fina= lly decided to=0Amake cookies with the resulting mess.=0A =09Shortly afte= r doing this, I helped by best friend's 10-year-old make cookies=0Afor th= e first time and experienced some interesting questions about baking=0A(t= he *sticks of butter* question was but the beginning ;-) that started me= =0Athinking about how people who've never cooked/baked look at things and= that=0Aled to this story about Lois' first attempt to bake. =0A=09We lea= rned that Lois' mother really didn't bake in The Family Hour and from=0AL= ois=92 previous comments about cooking, I=92m writing this as if she had = never=0Aeven attempted to do something like bake cookies. (Believe me, th= is is quite=0Apossible, I have friends who have lived in the same apartme= nt for several=0Ayears and have never so much as turned a burner on.) =0A= =09(I never quite believed Lois was making fudge in the NK arc. Fudge isn= 't=0Asomething you make if you're suppose to be as bad a cook as Lois is = - even if=0Ayou are addicted to chocolate. I think Clark was making fudge= and Lois was=0Ajust stirring it. Lois would get fudge from a candy store= ;-). =0A=09For those who like to bake and are who fortunate enough to be= able to get=0Atheir hands on Flakes, the recipe is included after the st= ory (It=92s just the=0Abasic, off-the-bag chocolate chip cookie recipe) a= nd the cookies (mine, (g)=0Anot Lois') really were delicous.=0A = =0A =0ACookies=0Aby= Becky Kuesters (tovie@aol.com)=0A=0A Lois peered into the refri= gerator, checking out its contents.=0ATomorrow was Clark's=0Abirthday and= for some strange reason, she had an urge to bake him something. =0A=09Ma= ybe all of Martha's subtle hints and cooking lessons are finally rubbing= =0Aoff on me, she=0Athought. Of course, to make it worth my effort, whate= ver I bake will have to=0Ahave *chocolate* in it. =0A=09She glanced down = at the cookie section in the cookbook she held and began=0Aeliminating=0A= the recipes one by one, either because they had no chocolate in them or t= hey=0Asounded too hard.=0A=09A recipe for Chocolate Peppermint Meringue P= uffs tempted her for a moment,=0Abut she=0Adecided she really didn't want= to know how meringue was made. Then she=0Aremembered the last=0Atime she= and Clark had visited Smallville, Martha had served some wonderful=0Acho= colate chip=0Acookies for dessert.=0A=09Surely those can't be too hard to= make, she thought, people make them all the=0Atime.=0A=09Lois opened the= cookbook to a recipe for chocolate chip cookies and began to=0Aassemble = =0Athe ingredients. She found the butter with no trouble at all, but it= took some=0Atime to figure out=0Awhy the recipe was asking for cups when= it was obvious that butter came in=0Asticks. Finally she=0Aspotted the f= ine print on the side of one stick that told her that one stick=0Awas the= equivalent of 1/2=0Acup. She placed two sticks of butter in a bowl, but = then she couldn't find any=0Abrown sugar. =0A Well, sugar is sug= ar, isn't it? she thought, and simply doubled the=0Aamount of granulated= =0Asugar in the recipe and poured it over the butter.=0A She plugged = the mixer in, placed the beaters in the bowl and turned it=0Aon, but inst= ead of=0Acreaming the butter and sugar like the recipe said it would, it = chipped chunks=0Aof sugar-covered=0Abutter off the sticks and flung them = around the room. =0A Lois swore and nearly dropped the mixer, bu= t managed to turn it off=0Aafter splattering=0Aanother round of butter al= l over her blouse and the wall. She looked back at=0Athe recipe, noticing= =0Afor the first time the word *softened* after butter. =0A Soft= ened? I suppose that means you were suppose to let it sit out or=0Asometh= ing? Lois=0Arolled her eyes, do people actually plan that far ahead when = baking? Then her=0Aeyes lit on the=0Amicrowave. I'll bet the microwave wo= uld *soften* it real quick, she thought,=0Aand put the bowl in=0Athe micr= owave. =0A=09Then, after eyeing the butter all over the front of her blou= se, she began=0Ahunting for an=0Aapron. I know Martha left at least one h= ere last time they visited, she=0Athought. After searching for=0Aabout 5 = minutes, she finally found a dark blue apron neatly folded under the=0Adi= sh towels and put=0Ait on.=0A=09Lois pulled the bowl out of the microwave= and groaned, the butter was way=0Abeyond=0Asoftened and well into boilin= g. Oh well, she thought, technically the butter=0Awill *melt* when you=0A= bake the cookies and the sugar is now well mixed with it. On to the next = step!=0A=09Clark had contributed a bottle of vanilla when they combined t= heir=0Ahouseholds, so she=0Aadded a teaspoon of that, and then cracked th= e eggs into the bowl. =0A=09She spent several minutes picking eggshells o= ut of the dough, but this time=0Athe mixer worked the way it was suppose = to and blended the ingredients=0Asmoothly. Just as she was about to dump = in the flour, two strong arms circled=0Aher waist and someone began nibbl= ing on her ear. She started, dropping the=0Astill whirling mixer and flin= ging up the hand that held the flour. =0A Clark caught the mixer in m= id-air and, as a result, ended up wearing most=0Aof the flour as=0Awell. = When Lois started laughing at the sorry sight he made covered with flour= =0Aand spatters of=0Adough, he smiled sweetly at her and posed for a mome= nt. Then he set the mixer=0Adown and=0Agrabbed her, kissing her soundly a= nd running his hands up and down her. =0A=09Lois eagerly returned his kis= ses and began letting her hands do a little=0Aexploring of their=0Aown, f= ascinated with the patterns the flour made on Clark's dark shirt.=0A=09"M= ust be you're doing the laundry this week," she murmured between kisses. = =0A=09Clark pulled back slightly and eyed her. "Then you must be cleaning= the=0Akitchen," he=0Agrinned as he gestured toward her mess all over the= counter.=0A=09"Only if I get *super* help," she smirked. Then she leaned= forward to kiss=0Ahim again, just as the *look* crossed his face. Sighi= ng, she went ahead and=0Agave him a quick kiss and then stepped back to a= llow him to spin into=0ASuperman. =0A=09"I guess I'll have to finish baki= ng after all," she sighed as he whooshed out=0Athe window.=0A=09She turne= d her attention back to the recipe, remeasured the flour and beat it=0Ain= to the=0Amixture. The next step said to add chocolate chips, but with a s= udden pang,=0Ashe realized they=0Adidn't have any. She vaguely remembered= satisfying a late night craving for=0Achocolate about a=0Aweek ago with = them. She searched through the cupboards and the refrigerator=0Afor a sub= stitute,=0Awondering if she could chop up Double Fudge Crunch Bars, but s= he couldn't find=0Aany of=0Athem either. =0A=09Then she spied a small pac= kage on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator and=0Agrinned, that=0Awould = do perfectly.=0A=09About a week ago, Clark had flown to the UK to pick up= a treat for her, but=0Aon the way=0Aback he'd detoured to put out a chem= ical fire, forgetting all about the=0Apackage he was carrying. =0A=09The = result was a package of Flakes that had been melted several times and=0Aj= ust generally=0Aabused. Not that this would deter her from eating them, a= fter all, chocolate=0Ais chocolate, but she=0Asimply hadn't had the time = to deal with the worse than usual mess they would=0Amake.=0A=09Lois opene= d the package. The Flakes were pretty well crumbled already, but=0Athere = were=0Aseveral large chunks so she decided to try something she'd seen Ma= rtha do to=0Abreak stuff up.=0A=09She placed the Flakes in a plastic bagg= ie and slapped it against the counter=0Aseveral times,=0Atrying to break = up the larger lumps. Unfortunately, the last time she hit the=0Abag again= st the=0Acounter a little too hard and it broke, scattering chocolate eve= rywhere. =0A=09Eyeing the chocolate crumbs and the flour all over the flo= or and the butter-=0Asmeared walls,=0ALois shook her head, wondering why = anyone would ever want to bake if it was=0Athis much trouble.=0AFortunate= ly, there were still several Flakes left, and combined with what she=0Aco= uld scrape off the=0Acounter, that should be enough. =0A=09After she stir= red the Flake crumbs into the dough, she took a package of=0Awalnuts out = of=0Athe freezer and opened it. She started to dump the nuts into a measu= ring cup,=0Abut then frowned.=0AThey were awfully big. She knew that nuts= used in cookies weren't usually that=0Abig, but she=0Acouldn't quite fig= ure out how you got them so small if you didn't buy them=0Athat way - and= she=0Ahad no intentions of chopping up a whole cup full of nuts with a k= nife, not=0Aeven for Clark, so she=0Adecided to dump them in just like th= ey were.=0A=09Once she was finished mixing, Lois eyed the cookie dough wi= stfully, but=0Aforced herself to=0Aresist tasting it. The food reporter a= t the Planet had just done a series on=0Asalmonella poisoning=0Aand raw e= ggs, and she wasn't interested in personally experiencing anything=0Adesc= ribed in his=0Aarticles.=0A=09After emptying half the cupboard, she final= ly found a cookie sheet that was=0Auseable.=0AMuch to her regret, even *s= uper* dishwashing couldn't scrub off her repeated=0A*cajun* cooking=0Awit= hout scrubbing the pans away to nothing.=0A=09She dropped the dough by sp= oonfuls onto the cookie sheet, wondering why she=0Acouldn't=0Aseem to mas= ter the knack that Martha had of smoothly scooping the dough up and=0Asli= ding it off the spoon in neat little balls. Instead it stuck to her hands= =0Aand make lopsided, uneven lumps on the cookie sheet. When the sheet w= as full,=0Ashe grabbed it with her cleanest hand and popped it into the o= ven. =0A=09Just as she closed the door, she heard a familiar whoosh behin= d her and=0Aturned around to=0Asee Clark spinning out of his Superman cos= tume into a pair of shorts.=0A=09"All done cooking?" he smiled at her, th= en lifted her sticky, cookie dough-=0Acovered hand to his lips and, very = gently, tasted the dough, nibbling on her=0Afingers. =0A=09She closed her= eyes as that familiar tingle passed through her and never saw=0Athe odd = look=0Athat crossed his face with the first taste of cookie dough.=0A=09C= lark moved from her fingers to her lips, sliding his hands gently up and= =0Adown her arms.=0AAs he shifted his footing to pull her closer, he beca= me aware of the sticky,=0Agritty floor beneath his=0Abare feet. He pulled= back slightly and looked down at the floor and then began=0Alaughing. = =0A=09"Lois, Honey, what were you planning to do, roll the cookies out on= the=0Afloor?"=0A=09Lois scowled at him and stepped back out of his reach= , thoughts of revenge=0Aroiling in her=0Amind. But she found she couldn't= hold onto her scowl while gazing into his=0Awarm chocolate eyes. =0A=09"= No," she whispered as she stepped forward to kiss him again. =0A=09While = he was distracted by her kiss, she hooked her ankle behind his and then= =0Abroke the=0Akiss to whisper in his ear, "I was planning to *roll* you = in chocolate."=0A=09Before he could react to her statement she jerked her= foot back, pulling his=0Afoot out from=0Aunder him, and then gave him a = shove, trying to knock him off balance to the=0Afloor.=0A=09Naturally, it= didn't work quite like she'd planned. Clark did lose his=0Abalance, but = he didn't=0Afall to the floor, instead he slid into a reclining float. An= d before she=0Acould move, he grabbed her=0Aaround the waist and flipped = her up to sit astride his torso with her legs=0Adangling.=0A=09"Roll me i= n chocolate?" he asked, as he untied the apron and threw it to the=0Afloo= r. "This a=0Afantasy of yours?"=0A=09Lois blushed and decided to end this= conversation before it started. She=0Amoved a hand=0Abehind her and slid= it downward, immediately solving the problem of further=0Aconversation.= =0A****=0A=09Martha knocked again, she was sure someone must be home beca= use she could see=0Athe=0Ajeep and there were lights and music on inside.= She didn't want to just walk=0Ain on them, but when=0Ano one answered th= e door after the third knock, she pulled her key out and let=0Aherself in= , calling,=0A"Lois, Clark, is anybody home?"=0A=09A gust of wind nearly k= nocked her over and filled her lungs with the smell of=0Asomething=0Ascor= ching. She dropped her bags and rushed into the kitchen, slipping on the= =0Amessy floor. She=0Acalmed down when she saw the source of the odor, a = blackened, smoking pan of=0Asomething,=0Asitting on top of the stove, but= surveyed the messy kitchen with a slightly=0Apuzzled look. As she=0Alook= ed over the dishes and appliances, she decided someone had been baking,= =0Abut she still wasn't=0Asure what had caused the rest of the mess. =0A= =09She knew that Lois was still fairly hopeless in the kitchen, but even = she=0Adidn't usually make this much of a mess. Sighing, she stacked the d= ishes in=0Athe sink and wiped the counter and walls clean. Then she bent = over to tackle=0Athe floor, picking up a spatula and pile of blue cloth. = As she stood back up,=0Athe cloth swung free in her hands and she could c= learly see it was an apron -=0Acovered with large, white handprints.=0A = She was still laughing when she pulled the vacuum sweeper out of the= =0Acloset.=0A=0AThe End=0A=0A=0ALois=92 Flake Cookies=0A=0A1 cup butter, = softened=0A3/4 cup granulated sugar=0A3/4 cup brown sugar, packed=0A2 egg= s=0A1 tsp vanilla=0A2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour=0A1 tsp baking soda=0A1 = cup chopped nuts=0A*several Flakes, crumbled, or 12 oz. chocolate chips= =0A=0ACream together butter, sugars and vanilla. Beat in eggs, baking sod= a and flour=0Auntil well blended. Stir in chocolate and nuts. Drop by Tab= lespoonful onto=0Aungreased cookie sheets and bake at 375 degrees (F) for= 10 minutes, or until=0Alightly browned.=0A ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 8 Feb 1998 18:38:28 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Beth Guide Subject: Re: More On the Run MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -----Original Message----- From: Linda Deneroff To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Date: Sunday, February 08, 1998 9:12 AM Subject: Re: More On the Run >Linda said: >Beth, > >Why don't you post the story here as well? I check my emails much more >frequently than I do usenet . > Well Linda, its not on usenet...it is a resident on Zooms site and is well over 50 parts...it be kinda like posting the fanfic archives on these boards, at the rate its going. I was letting everyone know because this story has a very strong following. And parts are added two and three at a time. As always Zoom and I offer that anyone who wants to post works in progress or completed stories are more than welcome. The room is endless...so feel free to put what ever you would like there Beth ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 8 Feb 1998 19:55:49 -0800 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Linda Deneroff Subject: Re: More On the Run In-Reply-To: <01bd34f3$0a42f720$acf1c898@default> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Beth, If it's not you, someone is reposting the stories to the L&C fanfic group on alt.tv.lois-n-clark.fanfic. That's where I've been seeing it. The names on the post is Plan9Lives, but my reader doesn't list addresses. Anyway, I'll check Zoom's site. Linda At 06:38 PM 02/08/1998 -0600, you wrote: >-----Original Message----- >From: Linda Deneroff >To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU > >Date: Sunday, February 08, 1998 9:12 AM >Subject: Re: More On the Run >>Linda said: > > >>Beth, >> >>Why don't you post the story here as well? I check my emails much more >>frequently than I do usenet . >> >Well Linda, its not on usenet...it is a resident on Zooms site and is well >over 50 parts...it be kinda like posting the fanfic archives on these >boards, at the rate its going. > >I was letting everyone know because this story has a very strong following. >And parts are added two and three at a time. As always Zoom and I offer that >anyone who wants to post works in progress or completed stories are more >than welcome. The room is endless...so feel free to put what ever you would >like there > >Beth > > ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 9 Feb 1998 11:50:11 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pam Jernigan Subject: Re: What Do We Do When We're Not in CyberSpace? Comments: To: Blind.Copy.Receiver@compuserve.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Okay, I'll finally chime in on this thread... (just when you thought it was finally dead, heh heh ) I am 29, which I hate because it's such a cliched age, but in 2 months I'= ll be 30 so that'll fix that. My occupation right now is caring for my 10 month old son Mikey (as you on IRC all know ); before he was born, I w= as a word processor for an environmental consulting firm - the job title was= secretary, but it wasn't the stereotypical "get me coffee and set up a meeting" type of stuff, it was messing around with computers and typing 300-page documents. I'd done that for 5 years, and I was good at it, and= I really enjoyed it... but being a mom is much more important. Prior to that, I'd worked in property/casualty insurance, in a very entry-level wa= y; I'd just earned my agent's liscense when we moved out of state, and I let= that lapse. So, my daily routine revolves around naps and feedings and diaper changings, but I try to keep up with cyberspace, because it's one of my f= ew links to the adult world, and that is very important, when your constant companion can't yet talk :-) Now, if I can only find time to nominate some fanfic for Kerths... (wonderful idea, btw! ) PJ !^NavFont02F03C60007MGHHJC83194 E-mail from: Pam Jernigan, 09-Feb-1998 jernigan@compuserve.com / ChiefPam on the IRC ~~~~~ Unreformed, unrepentent, sometimes unproductive but never uninteresting fanfic writer = Visit Sarah & Pam's Shrine o'Fanfic at: http://www.geocities.com/hollywood/2501 ~~~~~ Lois and Clark Season 5 Fanfic: now at: http://www.tempus.simplenet.com/season5/ as mentioned in SciFi Entertainment magazine ~~~~~ "Bloom, close, kick 'em in the head." (Fraser teaches Ray how to swim, Due South) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 9 Feb 1998 11:50:14 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pam Jernigan Subject: Re: Learning to Read Comments: To: Blind.Copy.Receiver@compuserve.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Another interesting thread... I, too, was an early and voracious reader... I actually got in trouble, in first grade, because I'd be reading instead of listening to the teache= r The Narnia Chronicles I found early on, and loved. I also adored the Lor= d of the Rings, I think I found that when I was 9 or 10. When I got a little older, I got into Isaac Asimov and Andre Norton and some of Heinlein's juveniles. I didn't encounter Anne of Green Gables until I wa= s in high school or college, but I read them anyway. Science fiction was always a favorite but I'll read romances, historicals, mysteries, and combinations thereof Georgette Heyer has written many funny historic= al romances, and I know several FoLCs who are also Heyer fans, so she's high= ly recommended. When I find a book (or fanfic) that I love, I'll read it over and over. = Right now, I'm rereading "Guards, Guards!" by Terry Pratchett, who is the= funniest fantasy writer I've ever encountered. And something Norman Mayes said caught my eye: >> now my basement is overflowing with books. I can only hope that if I ever find the right woman to marry that she loves to read too!!! << When I met my husband, one of the things that convinced me that he was th= e one for me was the large overlap of our respective libraries! So han= g in there, Norman! Note to Breezy: Yes, I remember (vaguely) the Boxcar children, I always thought that was a cool idea... and then there were the Bobbsey Twins... and Nancy Drew... (while other kids were watching the Brady Bunc= h, I was reading; my parents used to worry I wasn't ever playing outside) I= cannot remember the name of my all-time-favorite at the moment, it was a mystery set in an apartment building, starring a 13-year old girl called Turtle - my brother and I used to quote it to each other all the time... "America, Angela, America - yipee!" So, anyway, never mind... why are you all staring at me like that? PJ !^NavFont02F062C0016MGHHJ41MJ43HJAEMJB0HMu5CB6 E-mail from: Pam Jernigan, 09-Feb-1998 jernigan@compuserve.com / ChiefPam on the IRC ~~~~~ Unreformed, unrepentent, sometimes unproductive but never uninteresting fanfic writer = Visit Sarah & Pam's Shrine o'Fanfic at: http://www.geocities.com/hollywood/2501 ~~~~~ Lois and Clark Season 5 Fanfic: now at: http://www.tempus.simplenet.com/season5/ as mentioned in SciFi Entertainment magazine ~~~~~ "Bloom, close, kick 'em in the head." (Fraser teaches Ray how to swim, Due South) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 9 Feb 1998 15:50:19 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Donna Hafner Subject: Re: Learning to Read Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit I'm glad Pam added to this thread again so I could post my thoughts without seeming too ridiculously late. I also grew up with my head in a book, like so many of you have said. I read anything - comic books (especially Superman), the Bobbsey Twins, some Nancy Drew, but my favorites were books about horses and dogs. I can practically quote 'Lassie, Come Home" by heart. My school library had animal fiction books separated out into their own section so I worked my way through every one of them. The other girls in my class would fight over the Oz books - I would just head for the animals. When I started going to the city libraries I was surprised and disappointed to find that the animal books there were mixed in with all the other fiction. The Black Stallion and Island Stallion series by Walter Farley were among my favoites, and it was one of those that led me to try science fiction. 'The Island Stallion Races' was a story about two aliens who help Flame leave his hidden island and enter a big race, and I found it fascinating. So I discovered a whole new section to try. (And the city library did keep the SF in a separate section. ) I especially loved Heinlein, but for some reason never cared for Tolkien. I also enjoyed the 'teen' books about Tobey and Midge and the twins by Rosamond du Jardin. I saved some of those for my daughter, only to find that they seem terribly sexist these days. In fact, any of you libbers who think all your efforts haven't produced much change, try reading an old Bobbsey Twin or Nancy Drew to see how bad things used to be. Donna, who would almost always rather be reading :) donnah7@aol.com DonnaH on IRC ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 9 Feb 1998 17:31:15 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Alyssa Mondelli Organization: Brought to you by the legal firm of Deceive, Inveigle, & Obfuscate Subject: Re: Learning to Read MIME-version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Pam Jernigan wrote: > Another interesting thread... > > I, too, was an early and voracious reader... I actually got in trouble, > in first grade, because I'd be reading instead of listening to the teacher > That happened to me in second grade (and third, and fourth...). We'd just moved and my old school didn't do ability-grouping, so when people started moving between classrooms I was confused and just stayed where I was. No one else noticed, so I landed in the slow reading group, which started a pattern of reading all the good bits in the textbook the first few weeks of school and being terribly bored the rest of the year. :-> > And something Norman Mayes said caught my eye: > >> now my basement is overflowing with books. I can only hope that if I > ever > find the right woman to marry that she loves to read too!!! << > > When I met my husband, one of the things that convinced me that he was the > one for me was the large overlap of our respective libraries! So hang > in there, Norman! Anna Quindlen had a great line in one of her columns. I can't remember the exact wording, but it was something to the effect that the thing that would make her happiest would be if her children grew up to be the kind of people who think interior decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves. > I cannot remember the name of my all-time-favorite at the moment, it was a > mystery set in an apartment building, starring a 13-year old girl called > Turtle - my brother and I used to quote it to each other all the time... > "America, Angela, America - yipee!" THE WESTING GAME!! I *loved* that book! First read it in sixth grade and it's been in my bookshelf (one of them, anyway) ever since. ==Alyssa in St. Paul== (agmondelli@stthomas.edu)(AlyssaM on the IRC) Webmistress, Tempus Expeditions - http://www.tempus.simplenet.com Home of the Fortress of Insanity and Lois & Clark Season 5 "What's less than square one? Minus zippo? Negative bupkes?" --Capt. Don Cragen, _Law & Order_ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 9 Feb 1998 21:21:23 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Breezy Walsh Subject: Re: Learning to Read Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 98-02-09 16:04:34 EST, you write: << but my favorites were books about horses and dogs. >> I have to say that you are a very brave and strong person, books about animals are the last stories I read, as I said before, I cry when I read just about anything, so animal books are at the bottom of my list. I read Ol' Yeller and Black Stallion, when I got to the sad parts I cried for weeks on end, I was only about 7 or 8 at the time, but all animal books and animal shows, like Lassie and Flipper, as well as most anmal movies have been banned in my house, but that's my grandpa's fault too... he cries when he watches Lassie. Just another pointless note from Breezy. "Nothing could surprise me enough to make me speechless... daaaaaahhh..." - Me when I saw my friend Drew's old house ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 9 Feb 1998 23:43:59 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pam Jernigan Subject: Re: Learning to Read Comments: To: Blind.Copy.Receiver@compuserve.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 >> THE WESTING GAME!! I *loved* that book! First read it in sixth grade a= nd it's been in my bookshelf (one of them, anyway) ever since. << Thank you, Alyssa! Yes, that's the one, and it's wonderful... I haven't got a copy at the moment, but I really should invest in one... Another favorite of mine, grades 7-9, was called "Mara, Daughter of the Nile", which is a drama set in ancient Egypt; it's got secret identities and a clever, daring heroine... anyone sense a trend? My school library had us sign out the books just by writing our names on the card..= =2E I was the only one who ever checked out this book, so by the third year, = I just wrote down "me again" under the other 15 times I'd checked it out >> the thing that would make her happiest would be if her children grew u= p to be the kind of people who think interior decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves. << Gee, I can't relate to this at all... Not that I have near as much time to read these days as I used to, what with this computer thingie on my desk PJ !^NavFont02F03AA001FMGJHG6FMG71HI46MI48HID9MIDBHJAB28D3 E-mail from: Pam Jernigan, 09-Feb-1998 jernigan@compuserve.com / ChiefPam on the IRC ~~~~~ Unreformed, unrepentent, sometimes unproductive but never uninteresting fanfic writer = Visit Sarah & Pam's Shrine o'Fanfic at: http://www.geocities.com/hollywood/2501 ~~~~~ Lois and Clark Season 5 Fanfic: now at: http://www.tempus.simplenet.com/season5/ as mentioned in SciFi Entertainment magazine ~~~~~ "Bloom, close, kick 'em in the head." (Fraser teaches Ray how to swim, Due South) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 9 Feb 1998 20:48:29 -0800 Reply-To: atavakoly0@sm.saddleback.cc.ca.us Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Ali Tavakoly Organization: Saddleback College Subject: Re: Learning to Read MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi:) sorry to interupt but the books that I really enjoyed as a chiled where island of blue dolphines my side of the mountain,the hobbit(that's got me seroisly hoked) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 9 Feb 1998 22:56:48 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Stefanie Slifer Subject: Re: Learning to Read Oooo-kaaay. If you *insist* I'll join this thread . I started reading when I was three-years-old. I've been read to all my life (even in the womb, apparently) so I was reading on my own very early. I was about 3 1/2 when I read "Stevie's Tricycle" to my parents. Ever since then I've read Little Golden Books and progressed up. I was one of the best readers in Kindergarten and 1st grade, and I was always amazed when my fellow pupils had to sound out "cat". I've read three of the "Bobbsey Twins" books, books by Beverly Cleary, and countless other young adult books. Recently I've joined the ranks of some more adult fiction (hey, I'm 16, I still have time!) by reading Pandora's Clock; but that was basically because it was a TV movie with Richard Dean Anderson . I was introduced to Nancy Drew by my mom when I was 9 or 10 and I've loved them every since. Like I mentioned in another reading-related thread, I don't read Nancy that much anymore, but I still collect them (and read every one I buy). I think at last count I had over 250 Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books. Donna writes: > In fact, any of you libbers who think >all your efforts haven't produced much change, try reading an old Bobbsey Twin >or Nancy Drew to see how bad things used to be. I was reading a book about the history of Nancy Drew (very interesting, but I won't go into detail here) and it's a stipulation that Nancy can not point or majorly handle a gun (not their exact words, but I don't have wonderful grammar at 11pm ); I thought that was interesting. Though if you look back with that thought in mind, she's kicked guns out of the way, handed them to Ned or one of the Hardy Boys (in the "Supermystery"s), etc. . .but Ned, George, Frank, or Joe has always kept it trained on the bad guy. Okay, sorry. That's my one and only "Interesting Fact of the Day" for you . Buh--bye! > >Donna, who would almost always rather be reading :) Oh, yes! Hugs, Stefanie =) cute6@juno.com Life is a constant battle between carrots and chocolate. --Barbara Johnson Look at me. . .I even read thought-for-the-day calendars!! _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 00:18:40 -0500 Reply-To: Kassia@concentric.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Tanya Subject: Re: Learning to Read MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Dare I interrupt my lurkdom? I started reading at the age of three, too. My first books were the "Ramona" series by Beverly Cleary. My favourite book, as a child, would have had to have been "The Velveteen Rabbit". I've progressed into John Irving's "A Prayer for Owen Meany". What always gets me and almost makes me cry is Robert Munsch's "I Love You Forever". Tearjerker. :) Tanya "EmmyRose" on mIRC. ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 9 Feb 1998 23:40:15 PST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Peace Everett Subject: Re: Learning to Read In-Reply-To: <34DFDC1C.3FDDA53F@sm.saddleback.cc.ca.us> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1"; X-MAPIextension=".TXT" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Ali wrote: > sorry to interupt but the books that I really enjoyed as a chiled where= island > of blue dolphines my side of the mountain,the hobbit(that's got me sero= isly > hoked) This isn't interrupting -- this is joining the conversation -- welcome! Peace ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 08:37:46 +0000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Linzy Hill Subject: Re: Learning to Read In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" hi..I'm new to the fanfic list, but not to loiscla, and I thought I'd jump straight in, hope that's OK :D I've been reading since way back too, but coming from the UK I started with Enid Blyton (gosh!), Famous Five, Secret Seven and progressed to anything I can get my hands on! I will read anything and everything..from Patricia Cornwell to Terry Pratchet to Georgette Heyer to Jean M Auel..luckily I have a job that involves commuting, which means I get a *lot* of reading done! Do I need to introduce myself too? I'm living in London (not from..) getting married in 6 weeks time, and I'm a molecular geneticist. Um...that's about it! later Linzy l.hill@iop.bpmf.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 06:16:19 -0800 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Grace Wong Subject: Re: Learning to read MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii ok, i'll join too... My favorite children's books were/are the Baby Sitter's club by Ann M. Martin, I think it's because I like waffy stories...I still do, I looked for waffy stories first in fanfics. Other loved books includes Bevery Cleary's (did I spelled her name right?) Laura Ingalls Wilder's and I cry every time I read E.B. White's Charlotte's Web. There actually was a small mention of Lois and Clark/superman in a baby sitter's club book. I was ROFL when i read it... If you don't want to know about it, then read no farther....if you do, then read on.... A new family is going to move in the neighborhood and Kristy (president of the BSC) with some other baby sitting charges is asking the work man who they will be and whether they have kids. The work man said he only know the family name is Kent. Kid A: Like, Clark? Kid B: That's Superman Kid C: Superman's moving into this house? Kid A: Superman doesn't have a Madeline doll Babysitter A: Maybe his has a daughter Kristy: We'll have to charge extra, we've never had to sit for a kid who could fly. Just my two cents. Am I boring you? Did you know King Lear was written by Dr. Suess instead of William Shakespeare?(me ducks for cover) Grace Wong lois1979@yahoo.com Zepher on IRC _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 19:00:17 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Tamar Baharav Subject: Help website MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I need seriouse help with my website problems: 1. no promotion in yahoo and I advertised in october 2. I have no Ideas how to make the page original 3. I have lots of animations (homemade:) and no webspace http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Set/1203 Thanx by the way whoever visits I have all kinds of updates but havent gotten around to updating the website ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 11:29:06 -0700 Reply-To: Erin Klingler Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Erin Klingler Subject: Classic Fanfic: Can't Fight This Feeling MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="----=_NextPart_000_000C_01BD3617.19583200" This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ------=_NextPart_000_000C_01BD3617.19583200 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi all :) In conjunction with today's TNT LNC rerun, Lucky Leon, I thought I'd send the rerun of my fic that was based on the same ep. If you've already read it, sorry to clog up your mailboxes. If not, I hope you enjoy it! Erin :) ___________________ (aka ELK on IRC) erink@ida.net "The truth is, no one knows how long they've got. Anyway, it's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now...as they happen." 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========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 13:31:31 -0500 Reply-To: Nancy Merckle Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Merckle Subject: And now for Something Different MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Am I the only member of this list who did *not* devour books as a child? When I was growing up I spent my time with television, radio, older siblings and "projects". One of the first projects I got involved in was building helping my father build our first color television set from a "heathkit" kit. We also added a sun room to the house, added a patio with pond/waterfall, finished the interior of the garage and built a dark room. I learned to mix "mud" and strike brick. Saturdays for me were days of chores with the family and around the house. There was no free time until the chores were done, usually late in the day, although my sister told me she did occasionally wrangle the TV for "Fury" late Saturday mornings. I don't remember that show too well. My fascination was with electronics... no wonder I got into computers and the net. Yes, I did read a few books when I was growing up, but for the most part they were required by school. One that I do remember reading for fun was _Alas, Babylon_. I don't remember the author, but it was set in Florida, in a 1959ish time frame (although I read it much later than then) and definitely Science Fiction. Most of the stuff I enjoyed reading was SF. During my fanaticism over the television series Emergency! I got the desire to write stories. These first feeble attempts involved the stars of the series, but I'm not sure I would call them all fanfics.... one or two yes, but in most cases the stories had nothing to do with the show, only the characters. My escapism growing up was television, Man From U.N.C.L.E., Star Trek, Jerico, Here Come the Brides and such. This is when I got my desire to write. Major films that I enjoyed were mostly Irwin Allen disaster films, Science Fiction and romantic musicals. Years later, when I got hooked on Beauty and the Beast, I began writing true fanfiction, by our current definition. This continued with my Lois and Clark addiction. I started reading again with the Quantum Leap series of books, but lost interest (although I keep buying them ) and have since begun reading movie novelizations (Independence Day) and continuations (Stargate). The urge to write really hit again when I wanted to flesh out a sequel to the first Stargate continuation, Stargate 'Rebellion'. Before I had time, 'Retaliation' was out, followed by 'Retribution'. Currently, I've begun thinking about writing fanfiction for Stargate SG1 (Showtime original sequel to the movie that does not follow the books). I've also written two segments of an Early Edition round robin fanfic. And of course there is always that nagging desire to write an original SF novel. Most good writer's were good readers. I'm hoping that good watchers can be good writer's too. (It certainly helps get the scene and dialog right if you can see and hear it in your head... ) Nancy -------------------------------------------------------------- nancym@clark.net .......... http://www.clark.net/pub/nancym/ -------------------------------------------------------------- ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 14:22:27 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: And now for Something Different Comments: To: nancym@clark.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 98-02-10 13:33:12 EST, nancym@clark.net writes: << Am I the only member of this list who did *not* devour books as a child? >> Yes, Nancy, you're the only weirdo on this list . No offense, but you set yourself up for that response and I couldn't resist. ;) --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 13:35:49 -0700 Reply-To: Erin Klingler Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Erin Klingler Subject: Looking for a fanfic... MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi all. Since you guys seem to be so good at naming fics off so little information, I was hoping you could help me with one I'm trying to find. I don't think it was very long, but it was about CK/Supes (I can't remember which one) faking his death (even Lois didn't know it was faked), and Lois was drugged so that she ends up taking a leap off a building (or maybe she was just about to...I can't remember for sure), but CK/Supes saves her, and admits that the whole death was faked to flush out some criminals or something. I do remember that the funeral scene was a tear jerker, and I think the fic started off AT the funeral. Not positive, though. I know this isn't much to go on, but hopefully someone can help me out with this! Thanks. Erin :) ___________________ (aka ELK on IRC) erink@ida.net "The truth is, no one knows how long they've got. Anyway, it's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now...as they happen." CK to LL in BY ******* "You bet your sweet little chumpy I am." _________________ ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 12:43:51 -0800 Reply-To: atavakoly0@sm.saddleback.cc.ca.us Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Ali Tavakoly Organization: Saddleback College Subject: {off topc] story MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi:) I'm writing a scifi story with a friend of mine that was sorta inspired by scifi and anime:) I was wondering if anyone would like o see the first chapter(I'm hoping to publish) I've gotten a lot of positive feedback. and i wanted to see if people who really donn't know me and don't ahve the benefit of me ex[plaing the story to them would think of it, thanks in advacne and sorry for any inconviniences this causes :) ali ps please email if you want this and i;'ll email it to you or post it(if it's okay with the rest of the mailing list) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 22:28:06 +0000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jenny Mills Subject: Re: Learning to Read In-Reply-To: <3.0.5.16.19980210083746.3877cdfe@mail.iop.bpmf.ac.uk> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 08:37 10/02/98 +0000, Linzy wrote: > >I've been reading since way back too, but coming from the UK I started with >Enid Blyton (gosh!), Famous Five, Secret Seven and progressed to anything I >can get my hands on! I will read anything and everything..from Patricia >Cornwell to Terry Pratchet to Georgette Heyer to Jean M Auel..luckily I >have a job that involves commuting, which means I get a *lot* of reading done! > OK Linzy - you got me into this thread!!! I have been reading American titles I know little of (except, of course, Anne of Green Gables, which I only read as an adult!) Being that little (promise, little bit older, I started with the Little grey Rabbit series - I still have them. But my children read everything from Dr Seuss to Paddington Bear. As for comics in the UK, we had School Friend and Bunty for girls, as well as Dandy and Beano. Welcome to *this* list - it sure keeps youre mailbox full! Jenny ----------------------------------------------------------------- Jenny Mills j.mills@netcom.co.uk jmills@ccta.gov.uk Lois: In one lousy second, I lost my partner and my best friend. He died without knowing. I never told him. - ToGoM Wells: Destiny has blessed you both with each other. No small gift indeed. There's many people who travel alone through, well, their whole lives and envy what you two have together . . . greatly. - Soul Mates ------------------------------------------------------------------ ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 15:44:11 -0700 Reply-To: Erin Klingler Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Erin Klingler Subject: Oops! Sorry for the attachment MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi guys :) I didn't realize some ppl on this list couldn't get attachments, or that there might be a problem sending stories to the fanfic list as one, so I apologize and will re-send it as an email. Sorry again! **************************************************** Can't Fight This Feeling by Erin Klingler (ELK on IRC) Chronological timeline of this story: This is my version of what should have happened that night after Lois and Clark's first official date at the restaurant if Lois hadn't chickened out and slammed the door in Clark's face. Hope you like it! As always, comments and/or suggestions would be appreciated. Song: Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon Opening dialogue: it was not written by me, but was taken directly from the 2nd season ep, Lucky Leon. ********** Lois and Clark walked down the hall towards Lois' apartment, both nervous about what would happen next. When Lois finished unlocking the door to her apartment, she opened it slightly. Then she looked up at Clark and smiled softly. Lois: "Well..." Clark: "Yeah." Lois: "Okay, look. Um, Clark, I had a really nice time." Clark: "So did I." Lois: "No, I mean I had a *really* nice time. Probably one of the best times I've ever had. It wasn't the funniest or the wildest, but..." Clark: "Don't knock yourself out, Lois." Lois: "It just...seemed to...work." She smiled up at Clark. "It was *really* nice." Lois seemed unsure of what to do next. She desperately didn't want the evening to end. "Would...you like to come in for a minute?" she asked almost shyly. Clark smiled. "That would be nice." When the door was shut behind them, Lois looked toward the kitchen briefly, then back at Clark. "Uh, why don't you make yourself comfortable, and I'll be right back." Clark nodded and watched her walk toward the kitchen. He shrugged out of his charcoal suit coat and laid it carefully over the arm of the couch. He glanced over at the stereo in the corner of the room. "Would you mind if I put on some music?" "No, go right ahead," she called back. When she reached the fridge, she took out a bottle of champagne that she'd been saving for just such an occasion. Then she went to the cupboard and took down two wine goblets. As she did, she tried to calm the butterflies that were fluttering about crazily in her stomach. *Why am I so nervous?* she asked herself. *This is Clark, my partner and my best friend. There's no reason to be nervous.* But despite her efforts to put herself at ease, the butterflies persisted. She leaned back slightly from the kitchen counter as she worked at opening the bottle of champagne, enabling herself to catch a glimpse of Clark across the room from her. He was squatting down beside the stereo cabinet, carefully studying her CD collection. She noticed that the dim light did nothing to distract from his rugged good looks and well-defined form. But she learned on their date tonight that there was so much more to him that just his exquisite physique. It was strange she'd regarded him as her best friend for a long time, but it wasn't until tonight that these feelings and emotions had surfaced. And they scared her a little. What would happen if they started dating seriously and then ended up breaking up? What would happen to their friendship then? Clark seemed to sense her watching him, and he looked up just in time to see her look away, suddenly making herself very busy pouring the champagne into the glasses. He smiled. She was an incredible woman. He had always known that, but tonight....wow. Things *did* just seem to work, just as Lois had said only minutes before. He watched her from across the room as she finished pouring the champagne. She was breathtaking. Her dark, shoulder length hair fell forward briefly, shielding her flushed cheeks from him. He sighed happily. He would never get over how truly beautiful she was. But the thing that amazed him the most was just how beautiful she was on the inside as well. He smiled to himself as he remembered their first meeting at the Planet two years ago. She'd been abrupt and distant, her mind focused only on researching her latest story. He had fallen in love with her immediately, knowing that there was so much more to this woman than first met the eye. And he'd been right. Once he'd cracked open that 'I-don't-need-anybody-because-I'm-tough' exterior, he'd found that underneath was a kind, caring and very vulnerable woman. The sound of glasses clinking together brought Clark back to the present, and he looked up to see Lois coming out of the kitchen with a champagne glass in each hand. He smiled at her, then finally selected a CD and put it in the CD player. He stood up when she reached him, just as the opening strains of REO Speedwagon's song, 'Can't Fight This Feeling' filled the room. Lois smiled when the first strains of music reached her ears. "Oh, I love this song," she said dreamily. "Would you like to dance?" he asked softly. "I'd love to." Clark took the champagne glasses from her hands and set them down carefully on the coffee table. Then he took her in his arms, encircling his arms around her and pulling her close. Feeling braver than usual now that her 'polite veneer of society' had dropped off, Lois snuggled up against Clark and laid her head against his chest. She could hear his heart beating loudly in her ear as they moved slowly to the music. She smiled dreamily as the first words of the song filled the room, accompanied by the slow, romantic melody. I can't fight this feeling any longer and yet I'm still afraid to let it flow what started out as friendship has grown stronger I only wish I had the strength to let it show Lois realized as she listened to the opening lines of the song that the words pouring out of the speakers expressed almost exactly both her desires and fears about her growing relationship with Clark. She'd started to realize how much she really cared about him when he'd been shot by the gangsters and then brought back to life by Superman. But when Clark had asked her out just a few short days ago for that very first time, she remembered worrying that taking the next step with Clark might put their friendship at risk. But she had gone ahead and accepted his invitation, despite the fears that continued to nag at her. I tell myself that I can't hold out forever I say there is no reason for my fear 'cuz I feel so secure when we're together you give my life direction you make everything so clear And even as I wander I'm keeping you in sight you're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night and I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might. As they swayed gently to the music, Lois knew that she had indeed grown closer to Clark than she had ever thought she would. When they'd first met, she'd been determined to stay away from him emotionally, not wanting to open herself up to the heartache she had so often experienced in her past. But as they had continued to grow closer, she knew that she could no longer deny how she really felt about him. And I can't fight this feeling any more I've forgotten what I started fighting for it's time to bring this ship into the shore and throw away the oars forever 'cuz I can't fight this feeling any more I've forgotten what I started fighting for and if I had to crawl upon the floor come crashing through your door baby, I can't fight this feeling any more. Clark felt his body melt against Lois', and he realized just how right they felt together like this...here, now. They had something special, there was no denying it. He didn't want to fight the feelings he had for her any longer. He wanted to be able to tell her how he truly felt about her, and then just enjoy loving her. My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you I've been running round in circles in my mind and it always seems that I'm following you, girl 'cuz you take me to the places that alone I'd never find The words of the song made Clark think about how much his life had changed since he had met her. She was so unlike anybody he'd ever met before. She was a flurry of activity everywhere she went, digging for facts on her latest story, and babbling all the way. And he loved her for it. She was so full of energy and enthusiasm that it was almost impossible not to be caught up in it. He found himself drawn to her constantly, and being with her was like no other feeling he'd ever experienced before. And he knew that he could never get enough. And even as I wander I'm keeping you in sight you're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night and I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might. Clark felt closer to Lois right now than he had ever before. He wasn't sure if it was the beautiful evening they had just spent together, or maybe it was the words of the song that filled the room as they danced together that helped him realize that they were meant for each other. He gave in to the sudden urge to touch her, to feel her skin against his, and lifted his hand to gently push at the dark hair that had fallen down around Lois' face. Lois felt a rush of new sensations course through her at his touch, and she looked up at him, seeing the warmth and tenderness that filled his eyes as he met her gaze. And I can't fight this feeling any more I've forgotten what I started fighting for it's time to bring this ship into the shore and throw away the oars forever 'cuz I can't fight this feeling any more I've forgotten what I started fighting for and if I had to crawl upon the floor come crashing through your door baby, I can't fight this feeling any more. As Clark stared down at Lois, his warm brown eyes filled with love, Lois knew that for the first time in her life, she was in love. True, Clark was her partner and her best friend. But now, tonight, she knew that he was so much more than that. The final strains of the song rang out, then slowly faded away. In the silence that followed, Lois and Clark stopped swaying and just stood, gazing into each other's eyes. Then Clark moved toward her slowly until their lips were only inches apart. Lois' breath caught in her throat and her stomach danced with nervous anticipation. Then Clark leaned down and gently touched his lips to hers. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet sensation of his lips on hers, nibbling, tasting and telling her without words how much he loved her. Looking back later, Lois knew she would always remember every detail about that kiss--the way Clark's eyes sparkled when his face was only inches from hers, the way her stomach danced with excitement when he leaned down to kiss her, and the way she felt afterwards knowing that they had shared something special. Lois knew she would never forget it. To this day she could remember what that first kiss felt like. It felt like coming home. Fade to black. Erin :) ___________________ (aka ELK on IRC) erink@ida.net "The truth is, no one knows how long they've got. Anyway, it's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now...as they happen." CK to LL in BY ******* "You bet your sweet little chumpy I am." _________________ ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 20:16:11 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Crystal Wimmer Subject: Re: Learning to Read Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Hello Fellow FoLC's: I had thought to ignore this thread, as my reading tastes are so very wierd, but it just won't go away . The first book I ever made it through, cover-to-cover, was Battlestar Galactica. After that, it was every Star Trek book I could find. Later favorites include the Chronicals of Narnia (yes, me too), Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH, and my very favorite ... Where the Red Fern Grows. I also became hooked on many books by Martin Caiden, including Four Came Back, and Cyborg (this was my first venture into "grown-up" books, which had less conversation and more complex plots). >From my earliest days, I remember Mom laying on the couch with a book (mostly westerns) and Dad in front of the television watching football. I wondered how they coud do anything so boring as read and watch sports. Now, a typical evening in my home is like stepping back in time: I lay on the couch with a book, and my husband watches sports on the television. I guess what we live as a child comes back to haunt us . It is my hope that my children will follow tradition and get hooked on a book. As a teacher, I strive to get kids into books. I don't care if it's a superman comic or a sappy romance, if a child likes what they are reading, they will do it. If they do it, they get better at it. When they get better at it, they want to do it. I even managed to talk my husband into starting to read on occasion, and he has found that reading Stephen King has helped him to read more fluently and has improved his test scores on technical material. Who knew? Just a few thoughts from an avid reader, and if you made it this far you must be a big reader too . Thanks for reading! Crystal ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 17:13:09 -0800 Reply-To: atavakoly0@sm.saddleback.cc.ca.us Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Ali Tavakoly Organization: Saddleback College Subject: Re: Learning to Read MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit now that I think of it the first books I read(thouh I didn't really start reading a lot of books until the seventhe grade after reading the hobbit) I read tinitn and asterics and obelix I also read "you can't do that in somthing" and the wizard of oz:) Crystal Wimmer wrote: > Hello Fellow FoLC's: > > I had thought to ignore this thread, as my reading tastes are so very wierd, > but it just won't go away . > > The first book I ever made it through, cover-to-cover, was Battlestar > Galactica. After that, it was every Star Trek book I could find. > > Later favorites include the Chronicals of Narnia (yes, me too), Mrs. Frisby > and the Rats of NIMH, and my very favorite ... Where the Red Fern Grows. I > also became hooked on many books by Martin Caiden, including Four Came Back, > and Cyborg (this was my first venture into "grown-up" books, which had less > conversation and more complex plots). > > >From my earliest days, I remember Mom laying on the couch with a book (mostly > westerns) and Dad in front of the television watching football. I wondered > how they coud do anything so boring as read and watch sports. Now, a typical > evening in my home is like stepping back in time: I lay on the couch with a > book, and my husband watches sports on the television. I guess what we live > as a child comes back to haunt us . It is my hope that my children will > follow tradition and get hooked on a book. > > As a teacher, I strive to get kids into books. I don't care if it's a > superman comic or a sappy romance, if a child likes what they are reading, > they will do it. If they do it, they get better at it. When they get better > at it, they want to do it. I even managed to talk my husband into starting to > read on occasion, and he has found that reading Stephen King has helped him to > read more fluently and has improved his test scores on technical material. > Who knew? > > Just a few thoughts from an avid reader, and if you made it this far you must > be a big reader too . Thanks for reading! > > Crystal ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 17:54:31 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Gardner Family Subject: Today's Episode MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Hello All :) Am I the only one who feels bad for Mayson? I feel so bad for her, and = idiot Clark keeps running away from her to who....Lois, who doesn't even = want him (yet) If I was Mayson I would kick Clark's butt!!! Well I = better let you go, but if you have the WB watch Buffy and Dawson's = Creek. Anybody interested in starting a Dawson's Creek list? Goodbye!!! P.S. Peace, you're mom never e-mailed me!!! ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 22:04:30 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Crystal Wimmer Subject: Re: Today's Episode Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 98-02-10 22:00:02 EST, you write: << Am I the only one who feels bad for Mayson? I feel so bad for her, and idiot Clark keeps running away from her to who....Lois, who doesn't even want him (yet) If I was Mayson I would kick Clark's butt!!! >> I felt sorry for her too, at least she knew what she wanted. I think Clark was a little too polite. He may have wanted to leave all of his avenues open, but I think he should have told Mason that he wasn't interested. With Linda, he said the relationship was "undefined", maybe he should have handled Mason the same way. On the other hand, she told him in The Eyes Have It that she wouldn't ask him out again. Not only did she do so, but Clark never really agreed to go out with her, he just kind of got shoved into it. Maybe Mason was setting herself up. Just my thoughts! Crystal ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 20:34:09 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Sara Kraft Subject: Re: Learning to Read Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Okay, okay... here's my two cents. I remember reading and rereading "The Giving Tree" and "Are you My Mother?" I think at that age, although an avid reader, I as more of a cartoon junkie. So I tend to remember "She-ra," "He-Man," "The Smurfs," and "Alvin and the Chipmunks" a little better than Dr. Seuss. When I was older, now that's a different story. I've probably read every typical young adult book that was out there when I was that age. Nancy Drew, which I still re read the good ones on occasion, Christopher Pike, R.L. Stine, Baby-Sitters Club, and many more that slip my mind. One thing I really miss is the free time which I spent reading for pleasure. I used to read a good five books a week...and that was during the school year. Summers were a blast! Forget swimming...give me a book. Now I'm lucky if I find the time to do my assigned reading for english. =( Ahh....the good old days. Well...that's all for now FoLCs...got to get back to that assigned reading. Sara ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 19:50:42 -0800 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Bev Clark/Steve Gallacci Subject: Re: Learning to Read In-Reply-To: <199802091151_MC2-329B-71E1@compuserve.com> from "Pam Jernigan" at Feb 9, 98 11:50:14 am MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I was trying really hard to avoid replying to this thread, but it's one of my favorite things to talk about with other voracious readers, so... Like a lot of others on the list, I learned to read before I started school; in fact I don't remember not being able to read. I had my first library card when I was 3, though I don't remember a lot of what I read at that young age -- Lois Lenski, Make Way for Ducklings, lots of picture books. By first grade I and two boys were reading so far ahead of the rest of the class that we got our own reading group with a fourth-grade reader. By second grade I had discovered Superman comic books, thanks to a rainy weekend at a cabin owned by a friend of my father's, and I remained an avid reader until I started high school, especially of Supergirl and the Legion of Superheroes. (I discovered comics again in college, when it was cool.) Then at 9 I found an awful book called "The Voyage of the Luna-One," about two kids who stowed away on a rocketship to the moon. At one point they take off their spacesuit helmets to eat lunch; even at 9 I knew that was ridiculous but there was something about this idea of traveling to another planet that grabbed my attention -- and I've been reading science fiction ever since. Emphasis on science; I like hard SF and anthropoligical SF -- Greg Benford, Kim Stanley Robinson; older Heinlein, Asimov, and Clark; Chad Oliver; Poul Anderson; Connie Willis; older Darkover books; and any number of others. Other favorites as a child: Anne of Green Gables and the sequels, mysteries, Lord of the Rings (read it at least four times by the time I graduated from high school), Rosemary Sutcliffe's historical novels, anything set in ancient Rome or medieval England, geology, astronomy, and anthropology. And my favorite book of all time, A Wrinkle In Time, which I got for Christmas when I was 9 and wore out, literally, by the time I was 21. Now, I read less science fiction than I used to, mostly because the field has gone in directions I don't always care for, and also in (gulp) 36 years of reading it there's not a lot that's really new. I read more mysteries, eespecially "drawing room" mysteries and ones set in interesting historical periods (like those of Lindsey DAvis, Steven Saylor, Ellis PEters, Margaret Frazer, Candace Robb), good Regency romances, history (Georgian and medieval English, also some Roman and Egyptian), human evolution, and some social commentary typesof things. I love Heyer and some of her successors. I read everything C.S. Lewis wrote, including his literary criticism (!), in college -- including the Narnia books, which I didn't discover until I was 18. (And despite Sunday School through junior high, I didn't recognize the Christian symbolism at all the first time I read the books.) And all this influenced what I thoughtI was going to be, w hich was a librarian. I went to library school and got my degree, just as the bottom fell out of the market for librarians in the mid-70s (West Coast, at least). So I went to work for a community newspaper, migrated after a year to a computer company where I was the publications coordinator (anything that had anything to do with "publications" I did -- writing, editing, dealing with printers and graphic designers, handling copyrights and permissions), and after three years of that leaped at the chance for my current employer to pay my way to Seattle. I'm still there -- a major Northwest aerospace company , where I'm a communications and public relations manager. I've just left the computing research and development laboratory where I worked for 13 years to join the official public relations group. Look for me on the evening news as a company spokesperson some day (VBG -- not for a year or so until they trust me and train me some more). Bev, cleverly combining two threads in one bevnsag@netcom.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 23:18:43 -0500 Reply-To: Kassia@concentric.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Tanya Subject: Re: Today's Episode MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Am I the only one who feels bad for Mayson? I feel so bad for her, and idiot Clark keeps running away from her to who....Lois, who doesn't even want him (yet) /me gasps in astonishment at "idiot Clark"....falls over dead...has a 'resurrection' only to read the "to who...Lois".....dead again. Tanya "EmmyRose" "A dream is a wish that your heart makes..." ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 11 Feb 1998 04:43:00 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Norman Mayes Subject: Re: What Do We Do When We're Not in CyberSpace? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Ok, here's another one. My name is Norman Mayes. Nickname, Bud. I'm a chemist and I work in a quality services lab analyzising raw materials for plant production, where I've worked for about 14 years. I'm quiet and a bit shy, so I don't get out too much. I'm 38, single and hopeful of someday meeting someone, but no luck so far. I'm an avid science fiction fan and I've read almost everything from Asimov to Heinlein to Zelasny. I've got a basement full of books and comics. Is this starting to sound like an ad? Help!!!!!!!! I'm also a Star Trek fan, but then again I like a lot of science fiction shows. Except X-files, I never could get into it because of the horror overtones of the show. I'm a long time Superman fan, hence the comics. I've loved the character ever since I was a child. I've always seen him as the ideal hero, not simply because of his powers, but because he's always been portrayed as a man with the greatest of caring, compassion for others. Something all too often lacking in this world. That's all folks budmayes@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 11 Feb 1998 05:53:20 -0800 Reply-To: lloydr@ldd.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LLOYD RALSTON Subject: Re: Learning to Read MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi decided to jump in on this conversation, too. I love to read & when I was younger I'd read practically anything. Someone mentioned they read the book "Mara, Daughter of the Nile"? I read that book not too long ago and loved it. Also I read "Kingdom by the Sea" (at least I think that's the title) it was also a great book. I read all the Laura Ingalls books (and I think I own them all too). I also read this book called "Dragon's Bait" (another one I'm not sure of the title). I also loved Lillian Jackson Braun's "The Cat Who" series. What I read now is basically fantasy---"Yon Ill Wind" by Piers Anthony & The "Arrows" Trilogy by Merecedes Lackey are just some that come to mind. I still read LJB's books but not as often. Also I'm starting to like books inspired about shows---like "Ruins" which is a story about the X-files (it's kinda like fanfic I guess). Well I talked long enough, CYA, Jodi. ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 11 Feb 1998 16:25:01 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Norman Mayes Subject: New Fanfic Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Help! I've written a short fan-fic and I'd like to get constructive feedback to improve it. Send comments to budmayes@aol.com Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore? Lois awoke from a deep sleep with a vague sense of something being wrong. Something that carried memories of anger, danger and hurt. She struggled to clear her sleep- fogged thoughts and to determine what was happening. Abruptly, she realized that there was someone in bed with her, spooned against her back, arms around her middle and a warm breath sighing against the back of her neck. Lois began too panic. She braced herself to bolt out of the bed and grab the nearest thing at hand to attack with. Then sweet memories of the past few hours came flooding back to her and she sagged back in relief into the embrace of her new husband. *My husband!* she thought. *My Husband.* She smiled with delight. *At last! We worked so very hard to get to this point. So very hard. And waited so very long for this night. But it was worth it. Oooohhhh! Was it ever!* After the past few hours, she was now more aware than ever before of what a 'super' man he was. She thought back to the time she first saw him in that costume and wondered how she could ever have picked a more apt name for him. Other names had been added by the press, Man of Steel, Man of Tomorrow, Hero, Champion of Justice. All of them true, though they didn't say enough. Not about the 'man' inside the suit. He was a true gentleman, a man of compassion, a man who cared, a man who used the powers of a god to help anyone in need, who sacrificed of himself unstintingly. Sometimes more than she would like. Sometimes she was jealous of the whole world. But not tonight. Tonight he had been all hers and what a night it had been. She blushed, thinking about it. They had been afire with love and a pent up passion that had seemed to be unquenchable. But, finally quench it they had in exhaustion. She was secretly proud and amazed at herself, that 'she' had been able to put 'him' into such a state of blazing need and satisfy him. 'She' had tired 'him' out. She smiled happily and snuggled back against his warm chest. Sleep began to reclaim her. Then that vague feeling of wrongness came back to her. She reluctantly turned her thoughts to the room. She really did want to get back to sleep in her husband's embrace, but she couldn't get her sleep fogged thoughts to focus on the problem. The room was quiet, no traffic noises from outside, no ticking clock noises, no appliance noises, just the radio playing romantic music. Wait a minute ... the radio. It was the radio... or rather the song it was playing. She couldn't listen to 'that song' , she just couldn't. That song was anathema to her, she hated it. It could put her into a state of depression and anger for days, trying to deal with the pain the memories it brought her. It had gotten a lot of play around the time her parents were divorcing and had come to symbolize all the pain and anger and heartbreak of those times. The pain had gotten worse with time and her own experiences with men. She couldn't stand to hear it played. The last time she had heard a large portion of 'that song', she couldn't get the lyrics out of her mind. She had been cruel and mean to Clark for days. The anger and hurt had turned her tongue into a dagger, rebuffing every kind word and gesture with a cutting remark that she was sure would pierce him through the heart. Then there had been the silences. Silences so cold that even he shivered. She realized now, that it was also fear. A fear that she would be hurt again. A fear that made her try to drive Clark away. Clark's love and loyalty had survived these trials as they had survived so many others. His steadfast smile had eventually exorcised her demons and won her heart. But her demons still lived and this song could revive them. She wouldn't let that happen on her honeymoon, she couldn't. Fears of a ruined honeymoon, disappointments, arguments, a ruined marriage and divorce began to flit through her tired thoughts. *NO! I won't let this 'song' ruin our honeymoon.* She quietly tried to slide out from Clark's embrace, so that she could get to the radio. But in his sleep, his arm gently tightened around her and wouldn't let go. It didn't hurt her in the slightest, but she couldn't slip free. She debated waking him up, but didn't. She couldn't say why. Maybe it was because this was a private pain despite their love, maybe it was because this pain was something Clark had never experienced and could only sympathize with, maybe it was pride, maybe it was....Oh, she didn't know. She just had to deal with this herself. She wriggled a little more, struggling just short of waking him up, but it was no good. There was no escape. Arms of steel could be a real pain at times. *Oh, what's the use?* she thought. She had already heard a large portion of 'that song', though she had tried to ignore it with all she had. It's melody was already echoing in her thoughts and it was sure to bring on her usual bout of anxiety, anger and depression. She gave up and relaxed into Clark's warm embrace and waited for the pain to begin. The words of the refrain came to her clearly now. What's the glory of loving? Doesn't anybody ever stay Together anymore? If love never lasts forever Tell me.....What's forever for? Instead, she began to feel sleepier than ever. No pain, no depression, no anger. What happened she thought wonderingly, but with a feeling of relief. It's gone. The pain is gone. As she sank deeper into sleep, about to slip into the oblivion of sleep, memories flashed across her mind's eye. There was a gentle elderly man's face whose eyes were filled with wonder. "It seems that your soul is entertwined with hers. Like... Soulmates. Wherever his was, there was yours, never one without the other. Two lovers destined to meet and fall in love over and over again through out time." There were fleeting visions of Clark following her again and again , loving her in lifetime after life time. She sensed brief memories of many past lives, and even ....future ones? He was her knight, her cowboy, her hero, her friend and her love. Not even at 'death do they part'. As she faded into a deep satisfying sleep, she knew in that brief eternal moment before oblivion claimed her, that Clark would 'always' come back to her, ALWAYS. And that sometimes love IS Forever. End I think that the song lyrics are from the song "What's forever for", by various artists, but I haven't been able to confirm it or whether I'm misquoting any of them. My thanks to Debby Stark for her help on the first version of this. ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 12 Feb 1998 08:36:29 +0800 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Samantha Santa Maria Subject: Need repost of 5th Season ep Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Hi! Am coming out of lurkdom to ask the poster of the new Season 5 episode to pls email me the ep. My mail server gave out on me while I was downloading my email and as a result I lost the ep. So could you please repost it to me? Thanks! Samantha _______________________________________________ The future's uncertain and the end is always near -- 'Roadhouse Blues', The Doors ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 11 Feb 1998 18:36:29 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Alyssa Mondelli Organization: Brought to you by the legal firm of Deceive, Inveigle, & Obfuscate Subject: Re: Need repost of 5th Season ep MIME-version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Samantha wrote: > Am coming out of lurkdom to ask the poster of the new Season 5 episode to > pls email me the ep. My mail server gave out on me while I was downloading > my email and as a result I lost the ep. So could you please repost it to me? The latest episode is available on the web at http://www.tempus.simplenet.com/season5/episodes/home.htm or http://www.tempus.simplenet.com/season5/episodes/home.txt ==Alyssa in St. Paul== (agmondelli@stthomas.edu)(AlyssaM on the IRC) Webmistress, Tempus Expeditions - http://www.tempus.simplenet.com Home of the Fortress of Insanity and Lois & Clark Season 5 ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 12 Feb 1998 07:19:00 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Petra Steudle Subject: Re: Looking for a fanfic... MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Erin Klingler wrote: > I was hoping you could help me with one I'm trying to find. I don't think > it was very long, but it was about CK/Supes (I can't remember which one) > faking his death (even Lois didn't know it was faked), and Lois was drugged > so that she ends up taking a leap off a building (or maybe she was just > about to...I can't remember for sure), but CK/Supes saves her, and admits Well, Erin, I think, I know this one. As far as I remember it's a nfanfic by Jennifer (goldwind99@aol.com) and it's called 'Fly away'. Petra ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 12 Feb 1998 04:57:15 -0800 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Grace Wong Subject: nfiction MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Can some one give me the url for lnc nfics? Thanks Grace Wong lois1979@yahoo.com Zepher on IRC _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 11 Feb 1998 18:14:28 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Gardner Family Subject: Re: Learning to Read MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable And my favorite book of all time, A Wrinkle In Time, which I got for Christmas when I was 9 and wore out, literally, by the time I was 21. I love that book!!! But I thought that the rest of the books that went = with it were hard top follow. Maybe it's cause I read them in the wring = order. Does anyone know the order? Does anyone work at a big newspaper like Clark and Lois? That's exactly = what I want to do, But what is it called? Anyone out there like Days of Our lives? You know, I watch TV more than = I read (except fanfics) I love dramas especially. But some of my = favorite books are The Boxcar Children and the Hardy Boys.=20 Oh yeah, guess what? I am on the Honor Society now!!!! Yeah me! And on a sadder note, I broke up with Sheena, :(=20 Well I'm sure I've bored you with my life for long enough, gotta trip, = Brad ------------------------------------------ Brad Gardner Gardners@htc.net=20 Visit Brad's Place-everything from Buffy to Friends to Lois and Clark http://www.angelfire.com/ga/gardners/brdswrld.html=20 ------------------------------------------ ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 11 Feb 1998 18:21:56 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Gardner Family Subject: Lois and Clark Books MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Hi Guys! :)=20 Anyone know the names of the Lois and Clark books? I know of one called = "A Superman Story" But I think there are more. Do you know where to find them? Also I am = wondering where do you see the episode titles? They don't show them do = they, because if they do I am totally missing them. A really really depressed Brad because the full affect of breaking up = with Sheena is really getting to me.=20 ------------------------------------------ Brad Gardner Gardners@htc.net=20 Visit Brad's Place-everything from Buffy to Friends to Lois and Clark http://www.angelfire.com/ga/gardners/brdswrld.html=20 ------------------------------------------ ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 12 Feb 1998 08:52:55 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: Learning to Read Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 98-02-12 08:49:46 EST, you write: << And on a sadder note, I broke up with Sheena, :( >> Now, Brad, do we get the whole story? You certainly got us interested with that misplaced note, you know... --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 12 Feb 1998 08:52:52 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Gardner Family Subject: Re: Learning to Read MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable In a message dated 98-02-12 08:49:46 EST, Laurie writes: << And on a sadder note, I broke up with Sheena, :( >> Now, Brad, do we get the whole story? You certainly got us interested = with that misplaced note, you know... --Laurie Sorry if you get bored but you asked for it: Well Sheena and I had been going out for 3 months and we have always = been really close friends. But a couple nights ago we were making out = and then she decided that this is too weird because we have been friends = for so long. don't know why that came up now because we have made out = many, many times. We are still really good friends and I know that we = are the Lois and Clark of the future. (I just hope nothing happens to us = like in Demi's Heaven's Prisoners) Well now, that's the story, and by = the way you guys are really nosey! What does mean? Oh yeah, I know = she wants me back!! Brad ------------------------------------------ Brad Gardner Gardners@htc.net=20 Visit Brad's Place-everything from Buffy to Friends to Lois and Clark http://www.angelfire.com/ga/gardners/brdswrld.html=20 ------------------------------------------ ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 12 Feb 1998 16:16:20 -0300 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Vanna Subject: Re: Lois and Clark Books Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" I know four L&C books. One is Lois & Clark: A Superman novel (by CJ Cherryh) and the other three are Exile, Heat Wave and Deadly Games, all by MJ Friedman. You can find all of them at Amazon (http://www.amazon.com) ot at Books Stack ( http://books.com) Vanna At 18:21 11/02/98 -0600, you wrote: >Hi Guys! :) >Anyone know the names of the Lois and Clark books? I know of one called "A Superman Story" >But I think there are more. Do you know where to find them? Also I am wondering where do you see the episode titles? They don't show them do they, because if they do I am totally missing them. > >A really really depressed Brad because the full affect of breaking up with Sheena is really getting to me. >------------------------------------------ >Brad Gardner >Gardners@htc.net >Visit Brad's Place-everything from Buffy to Friends to Lois and Clark >http://www.angelfire.com/ga/gardners/brdswrld.html >------------------------------------------ > > Check out my Jon Tenney Page Http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Boulevard/9848 vsantana@br.homeshopping.com.br ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 12 Feb 1998 13:49:54 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Michelle Glenn Subject: Re: Lois and Clark Books In-Reply-To: <1.5.4.32.19980212191620.006c9e1c@pop-gw.homeshopping.com.br> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII They are available at regular bookstores, too. I got all four at Waldenbooks, but you may have to ask them to special order them for you. I've only seen them at one Waldenbooks (there are two around me) and they aren't always on the shelves for some reason. Michelle On Thu, 12 Feb 1998, Vanna wrote: > I know four L&C books. One is Lois & Clark: A Superman novel (by CJ Cherryh) > and the other three are Exile, Heat Wave and Deadly Games, all by MJ > Friedman. You can find all of them at Amazon (http://www.amazon.com) ot at > Books Stack ( http://books.com) > > Vanna > > At 18:21 11/02/98 -0600, you wrote: > >Hi Guys! :) > >Anyone know the names of the Lois and Clark books? I know of one called "A > Superman Story" > >But I think there are more. Do you know where to find them? Also I am > wondering where do you see the episode titles? They don't show them do they, > because if they do I am totally missing them. > > > >A really really depressed Brad because the full affect of breaking up with > Sheena is really getting to me. > >------------------------------------------ > >Brad Gardner > >Gardners@htc.net > >Visit Brad's Place-everything from Buffy to Friends to Lois and Clark > >http://www.angelfire.com/ga/gardners/brdswrld.html > >------------------------------------------ > > > > > Check out my Jon Tenney Page > Http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Boulevard/9848 > vsantana@br.homeshopping.com.br > ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 12 Feb 1998 14:38:36 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Michelle Glenn Subject: Kathy's Challenge MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Superman teddy for Lois made by Martha= "Like Father, Like Daughter" There is a superman teddy made by Martha in this story, but she lies to Clark and tells him she got it from a catalog. Guess, he wouldn't be able to get in the mood knowing his mother made it. Michelle ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 12 Feb 1998 17:12:27 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "K.M. de Castro" Subject: Brad's dilemma Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 98-02-12 09:59:48 EST, you write: << Well now, that's the story, and by the way you guys are really nosey! What does mean? Oh yeah, I know she wants me back!! >> Excuse us, Brad... but we didn't wring the info out of you about Sheena, either time you mentioned her. Soooo... maybe you owe us an apology, Hmmm? All kidding aside, if you are as good friends as you say you are, perhaps this is the right decision. Think about it a little, and remember, most of us have been there, done that, and actually survived. You will too. Now go back and study! The NHS does not take slacking off lightly, not even for broken hearts. Marie ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 12 Feb 1998 18:26:38 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: April Story Subject: Re: Lois and Clark Books Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 98-02-12 08:49:55 EST, you write: << Hi Guys! :) Anyone know the names of the Lois and Clark books? I know of one called "A Superman Story" But I think there are more. Do you know where to find them? >> Hiya Brad..... The following is the list of books that I am familiar with for Lois & Clark and I found them at Borders, Walden Books, or Barnes and Noble.....you might call and check first since it has been a while since they were released.....the trilogy of paperbacks is in the teen section and the novel is in the sci - fi section and any of these stores should be able to order them for you if they have them in their computer..... I hope that this helps somewhat.... Paperback Trilogy by M.J. Friedman Heatwave Exile Deadly Games All of these have some great cover shots and some great b/w pics in the middle - the stories are mainly Supes related.... Lois and Clark A Superman Novel by C.J. Cherryh There are two covers for this book - the hardback with the 'steam' pic on the cover and then the paperback version with the 'S' on the cover.... This was to be the 'adult' Lois and Clark book - however, most of it they spend apart and I will go ahead and add my 2 cents here since the author is from OKC, OK and so I had the opportunity to talk to her when she did a book signing for this book....and when reading this.....it was written right after the 1995 OKC Bombing and so many of the events that take place here come from all of us living through that here.... There is also a Big Book called DC Comics....Sixty Years of the World's Favorite Comic Book Heroes....by Les Daniels Superman is on the cover This is a history of DC Comics and on pages 236 - 237 Lois and Clark is covered with some great pics as well as text.....a must book for any Superman fan in any carnation....... Hope this helps ;-) April (who thinks this is the first time I have posted to this list ) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 12 Feb 1998 23:38:37 PST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Peace Everett Subject: Re: nfiction In-Reply-To: <19980212125715.23079.rocketmail@send1d.yahoomail.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1"; X-MAPIextension=".TXT" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Grace asked: ---------- > Can some one give me the url for lnc nfics? There is no website at this point for L&C nfic. To receive the stories = by email, you need to write to Debby Stark, verifying your age, and get on the mailing list. Her address is: debby@swcp.com and you do have to be over 18 to get on the mailing list. Peace A FoLC Named Peace is settling into a new home! Come visit me at my new place, and read my fanfic http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Set/7137 ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 14 Feb 1998 12:47:34 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Becky Bain Subject: Learning to Read Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Brad asked, re: Madeleine L'Engle's Time Trilogy: >But I thought that the rest of the books that went = >with it were hard top follow. Maybe it's cause I read them in the wring = >order. Does anyone know the order? Yep. A Wrinkle in Time, A Wind Through the Door, and A Swiftly Tilting Planet. The book Many Waters is sometimes called the fourth in a Time Quartet, but it's really about Sandy and Dennys, and not about Meg and Charles Wallace. I'm not crazy about A Wind Through the Door, but I love Wrinkle and Planet! Having unlurked to answer Brad's question, I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Becky, been watching L&C since mid-third-season (I started with I Now Pronounce You and had to keep watching because it was so weird and I had to know what happened) but wasn't really and truly hooked until I started watching first season repeats on TNT this fall. A friend on a list for another fandom steered me to the fanfic archive, where I have lost many pleasurable hours . I resisted joining this and the other listserv for a long time because I knew it would eat up even more time I don't have to spare! But I finally gave in about a month ago and have enjoyed it very much, especially the "writer's motivations and methods" thread. A fanfic writer myself (I've been writing Beauty and the Beast fanfic for about nine years, but am now hearing the call of L&C...), I'm always interested in knowing how other writers work. Fascinating stuff. Becky rbain@clsp.uswest.net ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 14 Feb 1998 13:07:26 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jennifer L Bunn Subject: Re: Looking for a fanfic... Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Hi there everyone. Erin was looking for a fanfin called Fly Away which by chance I am the author. Petra responded and gave my old email address. I have since changed email/screen names so if you need any further information about the story, please use my current name. Jedilorgan@aol.com. Thanks Petra for remembering me. Later all. :) ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 14 Feb 1998 20:41:32 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Gardner Family Subject: Re: Brad's dilemma Comments: To: "K.M. de Castro" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit ---------- From: K.M. de Castro Sent: Thursday, February 12, 1998 4:12 PM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Brad's dilemma In a message dated 98-02-12 09:59:48 EST, you write: << Well now, that's the story, and by the way you guys are really nosey! What does mean? Oh yeah, I know she wants me back!! >> Excuse us, Brad... but we didn't wring the info out of you about Sheena, either time you mentioned her. Soooo... maybe you owe us an apology, Hmmm? Didn't mean to sound rude...sorry. All kidding aside, if you are as good friends as you say you are, perhaps this is the right decision. Think about it a little, and remember, most of us have been there, done that, and actually survived. You will too. Now go back and study! The NHS does not take slacking off lightly, not even for broken hearts. Marie