From: "L-Soft list server at Indiana University (1.8d)" To: "ARTF@MemoryAlpha.nil" File: "LOISCLA-GENERAL-L LOG0010D" ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2000 19:45:14 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: Question for fanfic - dates In-Reply-To: <20001021022025.23870.qmail@web905.mail.yahoo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 07:20 PM 10/20/2000 -0700, you wrote: >I am looking for the date of Lois's infamous trip to >the Congo. Has anyone figured out when it would have >been? > >Irene February 29th? ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 15:23:30 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: Good Medical Web Site MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Yes, thanks for sharing, Christy. Just the kind of thing I'm constantly on the hunt for. This one looks really useful. And easy to use too. I found another just recently. I haven't had a chance yet to look at it in any great detail, since I bookmarked it, but one useful thing it seems to have is fairly comprehensive A-Z lexicon of medical terms. You can find it here: http://www.geocities.com/televisioncity/5196/index.html LabRat :) > Since people commonly post medical questions for fanfics to this list (I > remember one discussion on where the best place to be shot is ;) I thought > I'd share a medical site I found to be good: > > http://www.geocities.com/aemarshall99/medlinks.html > ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 09:12:19 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Dede Subject: Re: Question for fanfic - dates MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable ROLFL! This is the perfect answer! Dede=20 ----- Original Message -----=20 From: "Debby" To: Sent: Saturday, October 21, 2000 6:45 PM Subject: Re: Question for fanfic - dates > At 07:20 PM 10/20/2000 -0700, you wrote: > >I am looking for the date of Lois's infamous trip to > >the Congo. Has anyone figured out when it would have > >been? > > > >Irene >=20 > February 29th? >=20 ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 10:52:05 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Question for fanfic - dates On Sat, 21 Oct 2000 19:45:14 -0600, Debby wrote: >February 29th? Maybe I'm just being unaccountably thick, but I don't get the joke here. I know Clark's birthday is supposed to be the 29th of February, but I'm not sure why that would be appropriate here - quite apart from the fact that 1993 wasn't a leap year in any case.... Wendy (who is very probably overanalysing this...) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 16:56:33 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: Question for fanfic - dates MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Wendy wrote: > > Maybe I'm just being unaccountably thick, but I don't get the joke here. I > know Clark's birthday is supposed to be the 29th of February, but I'm not > sure why that would be appropriate here - quite apart from the fact that > 1993 wasn't a leap year in any case.... > Yeah, Dede, you understood it apparently , please explain! LabRat (awfully glad she's not the only one thinking, 'Huh?' ;) ) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 17:59:39 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Fw: Good Medical Web Site MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Fwding for Yvonne :) LabRat :) ----- Original Message ----- From: yconnell To: 'LabRat' Sent: Sunday, October 22, 2000 5:30 PM Subject: RE: Good Medical Web Site > Thanks, Rat and Christy. I haven't checked them out yet, but they both > sound like exactly the sort of thing I'm always looking for. Spent an hour > in the reference library recently, coming up with almost zip for an idea I > had! > > Yvonne > (yvonne@yconnell.fsnet.co.uk) > ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 16:19:25 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Question for fanfic - dates On Sun, 22 Oct 2000 10:52:05 -0500, Wendy Richards < wendy@KINGSMEADOWCR.FREESERVE.CO.UK> wrote: >Maybe I'm just being unaccountably thick, but I don't get the joke here. I >know Clark's birthday is supposed to be the 29th of February, but I'm not >sure why that would be appropriate here - quite apart from the fact that >1993 wasn't a leap year in any case.... Wendy and Lab ... the joke is exactly as Wendy said above -- there *wasn't* a Feb 29 in 1993. That's why it's a *joke*. ;) It has nothing to do with Clark's birthday in the comics. Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 16:27:36 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: Question for fanfic - dates In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 10:52 AM 10/22/2000 -0500, you wrote: >On Sat, 21 Oct 2000 19:45:14 -0600, Debby wrote: > >>February 29th? > > >Maybe I'm just being unaccountably thick, but I don't get the joke here. I >know Clark's birthday is supposed to be the 29th of February, but I'm not >sure why that would be appropriate here - quite apart from the fact that >1993 wasn't a leap year in any case.... Perhaps in the alternate universe it was... and of course Lois didn't disappear on the day of her birth. >Wendy >(who is very probably overanalysing this...) Looks like. Debby huitziln@cais.net ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 16:29:35 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: Question for fanfic - dates In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 10:52 AM 10/22/2000 -0500, you wrote: >On Sat, 21 Oct 2000 19:45:14 -0600, Debby wrote: > >>February 29th? > > >Maybe I'm just being unaccountably thick, but I don't get the joke here. I >know Clark's birthday is supposed to be the 29th of February, but I'm not >sure why that would be appropriate here - quite apart from the fact that >1993 wasn't a leap year in any case.... > > >Wendy >(who is very probably overanalysing this...) And I dis-Lex-ixed part of your reply, my regrets :) Debby huitziln@cais.net ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 23:29:35 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Fw: Question for fanfic - dates MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Fwding this for Debby. (one of those days ) LabRat :) ----- Original Message ----- From: Debby To: LabRat Sent: Sunday, October 22, 2000 11:28 PM Subject: Re: Question for fanfic - dates > At 04:56 PM 10/22/2000 +0100, you wrote: > >Wendy wrote: > >> > >> Maybe I'm just being unaccountably thick, but I don't get the joke here. I > >> know Clark's birthday is supposed to be the 29th of February, but I'm not > >> sure why that would be appropriate here - quite apart from the fact that > >> 1993 wasn't a leap year in any case.... > >> > > > >Yeah, Dede, you understood it apparently , please explain! > > > >LabRat (awfully glad she's not the only one thinking, 'Huh?' ;) ) > > I understood she wanted the day Lois went off to the Congo (i.e., disappeared) > > Debby > huitziln@cais.net > > ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 23:36:10 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: Question for fanfic - dates MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Kathy wrote: > Wendy and Lab ... the joke is exactly as Wendy said above -- there *wasn't* a > Feb 29 in 1993. That's why it's a *joke*. ;) It has nothing to do with > Clark's birthday in the comics. > Um...yeah. That's what I was asking about. I understand there wasn't a Feb 29th in 1993. That one was easy. I just don't understand what was funny about the answer being given in the context of Irene's Congo question. *That's* where I'm missing the link. Sorry. Maybe it's a cross culture thing. ;) But I'm lost. What's the link between this and the Congo question? LabRat :) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 20:05:14 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kristin Olsen-Molnar Subject: Does anyone know.... MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi everyone! I know there's a fic out there in which Clark poses as a male stripper. Does anyone know the title of it? Thanks -Kristin(Teri44isme@aol.com) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 20:13:31 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Dede Lienau Subject: Re: Question for fanfic - dates >On Sun, 22 Oct 2000 10:52:05 -0500, Wendy Richards < >wendy@KINGSMEADOWCR.FREESERVE.CO.UK> wrote: > >>Maybe I'm just being unaccountably thick, but I don't get the joke here. I >>know Clark's birthday is supposed to be the 29th of February, but I'm not >>sure why that would be appropriate here - quite apart from the fact that >>1993 wasn't a leap year in any case.... > >Wendy and Lab ... the joke is exactly as Wendy said above -- there *wasn't* a >Feb 29 in 1993. That's why it's a *joke*. ;) It has nothing to do with >Clark's birthday in the comics. > >Kathy Yikes. Sorry everyone. There really was nothing deep in what I found funny. It was just the thought of Lois possibly disappearing on a day that didn't exist. That seemed to tickle my funny bone. In the future I will attempt to control my outbursts! :) Dede ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 21:29:16 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pam Jernigan Organization: http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam/ Subject: Re: Does anyone know.... MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Kristin, if you mean an nfic, you could look for: >A Perfume By Any Other Name > By Ultracape@aol.com I haven't re-read to check, but I think that fits the criteria. But I dimly recall some pg-fic that fits the description, too :) Kristin Olsen-Molnar wrote: > > Hi everyone! I know there's a fic out there in which Clark poses as a male > stripper. Does anyone know the title of it? Thanks > -Kristin(Teri44isme@aol.com) -- Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / jernigan@bellsouth.net http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam http://personal.rdu.bellsouth.net/~jernigan/ "I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord." --Psalm 27:13-14 ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 19:10:51 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: Re: Does anyone know.... MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I can't think of the name right now, but this story is on the Archive. Women are disappearing from a nightclub, and Clark goes undercover as a stripper to help crack the case. Nan Pam Jernigan wrote: > > Kristin, if you mean an nfic, you could look for: > >A Perfume By Any Other Name > > By Ultracape@aol.com > > I haven't re-read to check, but I think that fits the criteria. But I > dimly recall some pg-fic that fits the description, too :) > > Kristin Olsen-Molnar wrote: > > > > Hi everyone! I know there's a fic out there in which Clark poses as a male > > stripper. Does anyone know the title of it? Thanks > > -Kristin(Teri44isme@aol.com) > > -- > > Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / jernigan@bellsouth.net > http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam > http://personal.rdu.bellsouth.net/~jernigan/ > > "I am still confident of this: > I will see the goodness of the Lord > in the land of the living. > Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart > and wait for the Lord." > --Psalm 27:13-14 ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 22:26:00 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kristin Olsen-Molnar Subject: Re: Does anyone know.... MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit THanks for the responses everyone! :) -Kristin ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2000 02:38:11 GMT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Bethy Em Subject: Re: Does anyone know.... Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed >THanks for the responses everyone! :) -Kristin Does this mean you found it? I remember reading -- just a few days ago, in fact -- the story about Clark doing a strip routine while investigating kidnappings from a club, but it was definitely not an n-fic (it was on the archive). But I can't remember the title!!! If you did find it, could you let the rest of us (especially me :-þ) in on the title? Because it is one I enjoyed. Bethy _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 23:28:31 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Angela Powers Subject: Re: Does anyone know.... MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit The name of the fic is Purple Haze :) Angie ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2000 09:07:10 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: ziss Subject: Re: Does anyone know.... In-Reply-To: <64.7a104c1.2724daba@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed At 08:05 PM 22/10/00 -0400, Kristin wrote: >Hi everyone! I know there's a fic out there in which Clark poses as a male >stripper. Does anyone know the title of it? Thanks. "Gypsy Clarkie," by Marta Olson. A very entertaining story, even if I don't personally like the Jack undercurrents . Hazel, expert at gfic fanfic ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2000 06:06:46 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "C.C. Malo" Subject: Re: Question for fanfic - dates MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I wonder if there was a blue moon on that Feb 29? :) Carol ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2000 04:45:19 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: Question for fanfic - dates In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 06:06 AM 10/23/2000 -0400, you wrote: >I wonder if there was a blue moon on that Feb 29? :) > >Carol Quite possibly, with hints of red and yellow as well ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2000 08:42:25 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "C.C. Malo" Subject: Re: Question for fanfic - dates MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit <> ah... So the man in the moon is really .... Carol ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2000 13:24:04 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pam Jernigan Organization: http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam/ Subject: [Fwd: FW: Why English is Hard to Learn] MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Forwarded from my husband... :) I thought that the language-lovers (not to mention the bilingual FOLCs) on this list would enjoy it ... Why English is Hard to Learn 1) The bandage was wound around the wound. 2) The farm was used to produce produce. 3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse. 4) We must polish the Polish furniture. 5) He could lead if he would get the lead out. 6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert. 7) Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present. 8) A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum. 9) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes. 10) I did not object to the object. 11) The insurance was invalid for the invalid. 12) There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row. 13) They were too close to the door to close it. 14) The buck does funny things when the does are present. 15) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line. 16) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow. 17) The wind was too strong to wind the sail. 18) After a number of injections my jaw got number. 19) Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear. 20) I had to subject the subject to a series of tests. 21) How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend? ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2000 10:32:36 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Vicki Krell Subject: Re: [Fwd: FW: Why English is Hard to Learn] MIME-version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" I loved this! I think I'll show it to my 9 year old and see if he can read it correctly! :) Vicki ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2000 16:45:04 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: Question for fanfic - dates In-Reply-To: <9.c1f7f11.27258c31@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 08:42 AM 10/23/2000 -0400, you wrote: ><> > >ah... So the man in the moon is really .... > >Carol He only moons us after exposed to Red Kryptonite... or if he and Lois get a little too frisky and forget where they are... ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2000 15:44:31 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Judith Williams Subject: Re: [Fwd: FW: Why English is Hard to Learn] MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I loved this, Pam. Another great item to send on to my language arts teacher daughter. Jude ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 00:37:23 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: English What She Wrote MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable I found this while surfing a time back, but never thought to post it = here until recent posts. It raised a wry smile at the time with me.=20 LabRat=20 Oh, Great and Helpful Checker! I have a spelling checker. It came with my pee see. It plane lee marks four my revue Miss steaks aye can knot see. Eye ran this poem threw it. Your sure real glad two no. Its very polished in its weigh, My checker tolled me sew. A checker is a blessing. It freeze yew lodes of thyme. It helps me right awl stiles two reed, And aides me when aye rime. Each frays comes posed up on my screen Eye trussed too bee a joule. The checker pours o'er every word To cheque sum spelling rule. Bee fore a veiling checkers Hour spelling mite decline, And if we're laks oar have a laps, We wood bee maid too wine. Butt now bee cause my spelling Is checked with such grate flare, There are know faults with in my cite, Of nun eye am a wear. Now spelling does not phase me, It does knot bring a tier. My pay purrs awl due glad den With wrapped words fare as hear. To rite with care is quite a feet Of witch won should be proud, And wee mussed dew the best wee can, Sew flaws are knot aloud. ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 11:52:36 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Hazel Subject: quick question for a fic Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed In "Tempus, Anyone?" (yes, I'm STILL working on that same fic that I started in March, but at least it's in the home stretch now!), I need to know if the confrontation between Lois, Lana, and Clark -- the one after Clark's night debut, when Lana makes the "model men's underwear" crack -- takes place in Clark's bedroom or the living room. A little detail, but I like little details. :) Thanks, Hazel _______ "Lots of little Bigwigs, Hazel! Think of that, and tremble!" ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 07:13:45 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: quick question for a fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 10/24/00 6:00:01 AM Eastern Daylight Time, zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL writes: > In "Tempus, Anyone?" (yes, I'm STILL working on that same fic that I > started in March, but at least it's in the home stretch now!), I need to > know if the confrontation between Lois, Lana, and Clark -- the one after > Clark's night debut, when Lana makes the "model men's underwear" crack -- > takes place in Clark's bedroom or the living room. A little detail, but I > like little details I'm pretty sure that it's in the living room. Clark and Lois have just come back from that night long flight and are coming out of the bedroom (having gone through it coming in from Clark's patio door). Lana is in the living room. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 10:07:53 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: quick question for a fic On Tue, 24 Oct 2000 07:13:45 EDT, Ann E. McBride wrote: >I'm pretty sure that it's in the living room. Clark and Lois have just come >back from that night long flight and are coming out of the bedroom (having >gone through it coming in from Clark's patio door). Lana is in the living >room. I've always wondered why Lana didn't make any noise about Lois being in Clark's bedroom, or even his apt. Lana really focused on Clark being Superman in the episode, but I expected her also to have words with Lois about Clark being "taken", etc. She looked Lois up and down a few times, especially in the opening Alt scene, when Lana sees Lois kissing Clark (didn't she see it?), but we never got a cat fight. Mysteries that fanfic can solve. Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 11:11:10 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Dennis Arendt Subject: Re: quick question for a fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hazel, I just watched this episode and it does take place in the living room. Brenda ----- Original Message ----- From: Ann E. McBride To: Sent: Tuesday, October 24, 2000 4:13 AM Subject: Re: quick question for a fic > In a message dated 10/24/00 6:00:01 AM Eastern Daylight Time, > zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL writes: > > > > In "Tempus, Anyone?" (yes, I'm STILL working on that same fic that I > > started in March, but at least it's in the home stretch now!), I need to > > know if the confrontation between Lois, Lana, and Clark -- the one after > > Clark's night debut, when Lana makes the "model men's underwear" crack -- > > takes place in Clark's bedroom or the living room. A little detail, but I > > like little details > > I'm pretty sure that it's in the living room. Clark and Lois have just come > back from that night long flight and are coming out of the bedroom (having > gone through it coming in from Clark's patio door). Lana is in the living > room. > > Ann ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 12:30:52 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Holiday Stories and 2000 Upload Dates Believe it or not, the holidays are around the corner. :) Next week is Halloween, a month after that is Thanksgiving, and a month after that is Christmas and New Years! (And Hanukkah, of course, though I've never actually seen a L&C Hanukkah story. Hey, someone needs to write that! ) We have one "ghost story" going up on the Archive next week (ML Thompson's "Out of Time") in time for Halloween. And I have four Christmas stories from Tank Wilson that are just waiting for December. But we can always enjoy more! If you have a Thanksgiving story to submit to the Archive, please do so by the first or second week of November, so we can be sure to get it up on time. Be sure to tell me that it's a Thanksgiving story in your intro! Christmas/New Year stories should be submitted by December 1. We might be able to get them up on time if they come in after that, but it will depend on the number of submissions we get in December. And early warning for those who want their stories on the Archive in the year 2000 -- December 1, 2000 is the last submission date where I can guarantee your story will get up by the end of the year. It's possible that stories submitted after Dec 1 will get uploaded in December, but again, it will depend on submission volume. So please get them in early if you want to make sure you are eligible for the Kerths come March 2001. :) For those who don't know how the upload schedule works over the holidays, we *do* try to upload stories each week. However, to do that, I have to prepare a month's worth of stories by the middle of December. I go away over the holidays so I need to get Lauren all the uploads well in advance. Thus, stories have to be in my mailbox and edited by December 15, 2000 for me to have any way of getting them uploaded. After December 20th or so, I will be off-line until early January. If you have a story for submission, but either don't care if it gets uploaded in 2000, or would actively prefer it be uploaded in 2001, please make a note of that when you submit the story. After the flurry of activity to get all the December stories up before the end of the year, the first two or three weeks of January can be slow. Add to the mix that I try to give my busy and *much* appreciated editing staff a few weeks off over the holidays and we often end up with a shortage of stories for January. If I've left anything out, or you have any questions, please let me know! Kathy _________________________________ Kathy Brown Editor-In-Chief Lois & Clark Fanfic Archive: kathybrown91@home.com OR kathyb@lcfanfic.com KathyB on IRC _________________________________ ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 20:57:02 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Hazel Subject: Re: quick question for a fic In-Reply-To: <39.bb8d8d3.2726c8e9@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed Ann and Brenda, thanks for your replies. The scene in question has been properly tweaked. BTW, Kathy wrote: _____ I've always wondered why Lana didn't make any noise about Lois being in Clark's bedroom, or even his apt. Lana really focused on Clark being Superman in the episode, but I expected her also to have words with Lois about Clark being "taken", etc. She looked Lois up and down a few times, especially in the opening Alt scene, when Lana sees Lois kissing Clark (didn't she see it?), but we never got a cat fight. Mysteries that fanfic can solve. ______ Well, Kathy, I don't promise a cat fight, but CPOV should be finished soon enough. :) Hazel _______ "Lots of little Bigwigs, Hazel! Think of that, and tremble!" ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 17:04:44 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Dennis Arendt Subject: Re: Holiday Stories and 2000 Upload Dates MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Is wondering why Kathy doesn't write one, also. ----- Original Message ----- From: Kathy Brown To: Sent: Tuesday, October 24, 2000 10:30 AM Subject: Holiday Stories and 2000 Upload Dates > Believe it or not, the holidays are around the corner. :) Next week is > Halloween, a month after that is Thanksgiving, and a month after that is > Christmas and New Years! (And Hanukkah, of course, though I've never actually > seen a L&C Hanukkah story. Hey, someone needs to write that! ) We have > one "ghost story" going up on the Archive next week (ML Thompson's "Out of > Time") in time for Halloween. And I have four Christmas stories from Tank > Wilson that are just waiting for December. But we can always enjoy more! > > If you have a Thanksgiving story to submit to the Archive, please do so by > the first or second week of November, so we can be sure to get it up on time. > Be sure to tell me that it's a Thanksgiving story in your intro! > > Christmas/New Year stories should be submitted by December 1. We might be > able to get them up on time if they come in after that, but it will depend on > the number of submissions we get in December. > > And early warning for those who want their stories on the Archive in the year > 2000 -- December 1, 2000 is the last submission date where I can guarantee > your story will get up by the end of the year. It's possible that stories > submitted after Dec 1 will get uploaded in December, but again, it will > depend on submission volume. So please get them in early if you want to make > sure you are eligible for the Kerths come March 2001. :) > > For those who don't know how the upload schedule works over the holidays, we > *do* try to upload stories each week. However, to do that, I have to prepare > a month's worth of stories by the middle of December. I go away over the > holidays so I need to get Lauren all the uploads well in advance. Thus, > stories have to be in my mailbox and edited by December 15, 2000 for me to > have any way of getting them uploaded. After December 20th or so, I will be > off-line until early January. > > If you have a story for submission, but either don't care if it gets uploaded > in 2000, or would actively prefer it be uploaded in 2001, please make a note > of that when you submit the story. After the flurry of activity to get all > the December stories up before the end of the year, the first two or three > weeks of January can be slow. Add to the mix that I try to give my busy and > *much* appreciated editing staff a few weeks off over the holidays and we > often end up with a shortage of stories for January. > > If I've left anything out, or you have any questions, please let me know! > > Kathy > _________________________________ > Kathy Brown > Editor-In-Chief > Lois & Clark Fanfic Archive: > kathybrown91@home.com OR kathyb@lcfanfic.com > KathyB on IRC > _________________________________ ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 18:41:31 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Holiday Stories and 2000 Upload Dates On Wed, 25 Oct 2000 17:04:44 -0700, Dennis Arendt wrote: > >Is wondering why Kathy doesn't write one, also. Which one? A holiday story, a Hanukkuh story, or a year 2000 story? Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 19:10:09 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Dennis Arendt Subject: Re: Holiday Stories and 2000 Upload Dates MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit A year 2000 story would be my choice!!!! ----- Original Message ----- From: Kathy Brown To: Sent: Tuesday, October 24, 2000 4:41 PM Subject: Re: Holiday Stories and 2000 Upload Dates > On Wed, 25 Oct 2000 17:04:44 -0700, Dennis Arendt > wrote: > > > > >Is wondering why Kathy doesn't write one, also. > > Which one? A holiday story, a Hanukkuh story, or a year 2000 story? > > Kathy > ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 21:44:25 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Holiday Stories and 2000 Upload Dates On Wed, 25 Oct 2000 19:10:09 -0700, Dennis Arendt wrote: >A year 2000 story would be my choice!!!! LOL! Hey, I put two stories up on the Archive this year. I've done my part for fanfic-kind. Kathy (who was hoping to finish the sequel to "When Friends Become Lovers" before the end of the year, but it's looking less and less likely. Oh well, it might be my only shot at an eligible 2001 story. ) ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 22:09:47 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Dennis Arendt Subject: Fanfic Recommendation MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I know, two fanfic recommendations in one week........kinda scary isn't it. I just finished ML Thompson's "I Will Always Love You." And I highly recommend it. It has a new and different revelation which I didn't think was possible. Angst, e.g. "She now understood why he was so convinced Clark Kent was a thing of the past." And a very happy ending :) Brenda ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 21:01:51 +1000 Reply-To: "jenerator@ozemail.com.au" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jenny or Joe Stosser Subject: Rag & Bone on pay tv in oz MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I found this on the Foxtel website for Australia; anyone who gets Foxtel here may want to tape it! 28/10/2000 10:05am Showtime Rag and Bone [NL](1998) Drama. Dean cain, Robert Patrick, Stan Shaw, Alexondra Lee. An evocative tale from the gothic imagination of Anne Rice about a young priest who joins the police force and is involved in a fatal shooting. Spurned by colleagues, he has no hope of clearing his name until an otherwordly visitor shows him the path to salvation. (M v) [NL] jenerator@ozemail.com.au -*-This message is umop ap!sdn (Jenerator or Some1Else on IRC) -*- JenerEight on AIM -*- ICQ 11477318 Photos of David (8) and Megan (5) on the Stosser Family HomePage http//www.geocities.com/j_stosser Please sign our guestbook! ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 16:36:10 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Fanfic Recommendation MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I want to second Brenda's recommendation of ML Thompson's latest. It's highly original, very angsty, with some wonderfully comic lines along the way. I started reading it on Monday evening and was totally hooked! Wendy -------------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 18:02:55 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: Question on Lois' wedding ring MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii I'm stuck at work and need a description of Lois' engagement/wedding ring. I just can't remember what the darned thing looks like. I can simple state the obvious but I thought I might describe it to the reader. James ===== Phillipe: And what is your quest? Etienne Navarre: I must kill a man. Phillipe: Tell me--does this walking corpse have a name? -LadyHawke (1985) Smashing good movie. WIP for MR_D8A: 7 Days of Superman-TOC http://www.zoomway.com/boards/ubbhtml/Forum5/HTML/003005.html WIP for Elisabeth: Story of a Lifetime-TOC http://www.zoomway.com/boards/ubbhtml/Forum5/HTML/003563.html __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Messenger - Talk while you surf! It's FREE. http://im.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 18:31:30 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: Science Question: Warning contains spoilers for part 30 of 7dos MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Hypothetically speaking: What would happen if someone were to blow a whole in the Ozone layer the size of Rhode Island,(approximately 30 miles in diameter) over say, an island nearly the size and location of Manhatten? Would the hole move eastward or stay stationary? If eastward would it depend on the jet stream and would it threaten Europe? James ===== Phillipe: And what is your quest? Etienne Navarre: I must kill a man. Phillipe: Tell me--does this walking corpse have a name? -LadyHawke (1985) Smashing good movie. WIP for MR_D8A: 7 Days of Superman-TOC http://www.zoomway.com/boards/ubbhtml/Forum5/HTML/003005.html WIP for Elisabeth: Story of a Lifetime-TOC http://www.zoomway.com/boards/ubbhtml/Forum5/HTML/003563.html __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Messenger - Talk while you surf! It's FREE. http://im.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 18:34:34 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: 7 Days of Superman Part 27 Comments: To: 7days FanFic <7DaysFic@egroups.com>, BackStep Fiction , Tad Flowers , Dave and Debbie Harrison , Melanie , Backstep Operation , Vernon Terrell , Travel Time , Dad Tull , Danny Tull MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii This post didn't get a lot of feedback on the UBB and I don't know why. Title:Seven Days of Superman Author/pseudonym:Mr. D8A Fandom:Seven Days/Lois & Clark:The New Adventures of Superman Rating:PG-13 Status: PART 27 Archive: Yes E-mail address for feedback:mr_d8a@yahoo.com Series/Sequel: 7 Days/l&c:tTNAOS Crossover Other websites:BACKGROUND INFORMATION.SEVEN DAYS (Details supplied by http://www.geocities.com/CapeCanaveral/Launchpad/9329/SevenDays Disclaimers: Lois and Clark and the rest of the show's entourage are the property of DC, Warner, ABC, and Joanne Siegel and Laura Siegel Larson. Seven Days is the property of UPN. Summary:Superman fails to stop the nuking of Washington DC and gets some help from Frank B. Parker from Operation Backstep. Previously in Part 26 Lois grunted out, “Do we look like complete idiots, Olga?” Once their burden was placed dead center of the field Lois turned to confront Olga. “I mean, really now! We’re world class reporters!” Lois shifted her position a little, clearly getting ready to lean up against the field. “Do you really think that we’d forget to leave a way oOOOOUUUUTTTTT?!!!” Lois’ voice trailed off as she was propelled nearly halfway across the island. “Excuse me a moment.” And with a flash of blue, Clark followed Lois’ trajectory. Olga quickly turned around and made tracks away from the field, “I think I’ll go look at the time portal.” Part: 27 Sent +++++++++++++++++++++++ Tuesday, October 23, 1962 10:24am EST Gulf of Mexico Isla de la Juventud beach +++++++++++++++++++++++ Tempus put the finishing touches on the trajectory and armed the missile. With one press of a button he would launch a new future for all mankind. Then he heard the soft warning sound of someone entering the portal. They were here. Tempus felt up his sleeve and grinned. His surprise was in place. He was ready. Tempus was just lifting Alexander up to close the control panel lid when a resounding, "LET MY SON GO!" boomed forth from the portal opening. The command was deafening, and there was no ignoring the implied 'or else.' Tempus and Alexander turned as one to look at the time portal. Alexander shrieked with joy, "Daddy!" Alexander performed one of those impossible wiggles that only three-year-olds can. He slipped from Tempus' arms and bounced up the stairs of the platform. He leapt into his father's arms and wrapped himself around the neck of steel. Alexander's joy was doubled when he saw his mother walk through. Tempus' face reverted back to the cynical and maniacal visage that everyone expected of him. Only his eyes betrayed the flicker of disappointment he felt as Alexander rejoiced in the reunion with his family. "Oh, please! Next we’ll be joining hands and singing Kumbaya." "I like to sing!" Alexander added enthusiastically. Lois shushed her son and took him from his father's arms. Olga made her way through, only to find the platform overly crowded. Clark walked down the stairs, never taking his eyes off Tempus. "Lois, help Olga and Frank carry Mr. Jackson to the portal. You and Alexander are going through with the rest of them. *I* will deal with Tempus." Clark used Superman's command voice. Lois reached out a hand and touched her husband's shoulder. "Clark...?" Clark still refused to look anywhere but Tempus' eyes. "He's gone too far. I told him what the consequences would be if he ever threatened my family again." Lois moved around to stand in front of him. She held Alexander in her arms. Both looked at him. In the past she had always trusted him to do the right thing. Only this time she wasn't sure what the right thing was. Tempus was the worst villain that they had ever dealt with. And every time they thought he was gone, he would pop back up again, like a bad penny. Alexander didn't understand the look on his father's face. He had never seen so pure a hate as he now saw in his father's eyes. Clark looked down, keeping Tempus in his peripheral vision. Clark's voice softened as he spoke to her, "Lois, take Alexander. Please, just go. Don't make this any harder than it already is." For the first time she wondered what was on her husband's mind. **Surely he's not thinking…** A worried tone crept into her voice, "Clark…?" Finally, Clark gave his wife his full attention. "I know what I need to do. Hurry." He bent over to give her parting kiss on the forehead. It was all Tempus needed. With a flick of his wrist a strange multi-chambered gun snapped into his hand. A red dot appeared on Clark's forehead. "Clark!" was all Lois got out as the sound of a weapon reached their ears. Keith and Frank saw the motion and reacted. Frank pulled out his spare gun, took aim and fired. Keith's training exerted itself over instinct. Ignoring his body's screams of protest, and before he realized what he was doing, he leapt at Lois and Alexander, trying to cover as much of them as he could with his body. A heartbeat before Tempus had successfully triggered the weapon, he felt the burning sensation of Frank's bullet burying itself in his shoulder, spinning him around. The weapon, a 21st century Gossamer 64 Needler, released its load. Twelve tiny slivers of hollow metal, tipped with the deadly green substance, hurtled toward their targets, waiting to discharge their payloads. Frank fired a second bullet. It found its home in Tempus' right lung. Tempus looked up in surprise as he started to fall. More than half of the needles inserted themselves into Keith's back. At first he didn't think he had been hit. There was no burning, no thump of impact. Just a series of tiny pricks. A feeling of warmth spread throughout his body as the fluid made its rounds in his circulatory system. He was aware that he had fallen, but he didn't care anymore. Soon pain was a distant memory. Blackness consumed him. Lois and Clark both attempted to dive out of the way, while at the same time trying to protect Alexander. One green tipped sliver made a glancing penetration of Lois' neck, and was on the way out when it got stuck. Lois pulled it out. Barely a pin-prick of blood showed where it went in and came out. What she saw next made her completely forget about it. One zipped through Alexander's hair and struck Clark in the chest. Clark hit the ground immediately. Alexander was crying and Clark was lying at her feet. Torn between making sure her son was all right and seeing to her injured husband, Lois welcomed intervention in the form of Frank Parker. He had already checked on Keith, finding no pulse. "Why don't you check on your son while I help out Superman?" Lois was quickly able to ascertain that Alex wasn't hit. She turned to see how Frank and Clark were doing. Frank had just pulled out the needle, tip and all. Clark started to come around. He was a little unsteady. Frank offered a supportive hand. "Whoa there, big guy. That must be some powerful toxin." "I think it was more the Kryptonite than anything else. It was weird. I felt like I was going into a really deep sleep." Lois came up and gave him a big hug, tears flowing freely. "I thought I was going to lose you. Especially after what happened to Keith." They all turned and saw that Olga had already covered Keith's face with a blanket. She was trying to tend to Tempus' wounds, but he was being difficult. She was trying to get him to stay still. He was trying to get their attention. Tempus had lost a lot of blood and was coughing it up as well, but he still had a smile on his face. "Nice shot…[cough]…Mr. Parker…[cough]…but I get the last laughff…" and Tempus faded away. They looked at each other wondering what Tempus could possibly mean by that when a force field snapped into place around the missile and the time portal. Then they heard a chirp. Then another. Then another. It started out slowly at first, but increased in frequency. It was coming from Tempus' left-breast-pocket. Alexander recognized the sound. His little eyes went wide. He started to tug on Lois' leg. "Nanny! Boom! BOOOOMMMM!!!!" Clark quickly found the source. It was a remote control with a timer display. It was counting backward from five. "MOVE! NOW!" Lois grabbed Alexander and Olga. Clark grabbed Frank. Not knowing what to expect they put as much distance as they could between them and the chirping control in the remaining seconds before the count-down reached zero. Currently, Clark wasn't much stronger than his wife, and he knew that if Tempus had rigged the missile to detonate, they would never get far enough away to escape the blast. It would be a lost cause, but they ran anyway. The missile's engines started to fire up. It was going to launch. Clark had to try and stop it. Clark turned to Lois and Alexander and touched both their faces. "I love you. I'll be back. I promise." And with that he sped back to the missile. Lois rubbed her neck and then hugged Alexander close and did something she rarely did anymore. She prayed. ~*~ Shifting his vision to thermal, he struck the field and traced back the thermal wave back to the force field's projector. Finding it, he reduced the generator to a slag of metal. By this time the missile was already moving. Clark jumped on the missile, and it carried him through the time portal. As it passed through, the heat from its engines melted the portal behind it. All that was left was a slagged ring of metal and plastic. Their only ticket home was gone. TBC __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Messenger - Talk while you surf! It's FREE. http://im.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 21:45:33 EDT 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: Science Question: Warning contains spoilers for part 30 of 7dos MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 10/25/2000 9:33:18 PM Eastern Daylight Time, mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM writes: << What would happen if someone were to blow a whole in the Ozone layer the size of Rhode Island,(approximately 30 miles in diameter) over say, an island nearly the size and location of Manhatten? Would the hole move eastward or stay stationary? If eastward would it depend on the jet stream and would it threaten Europe? >> I'm not an atmospheric scientist, but the ozone isn't solid so you don't exactly blow a hole in it. The holes we're seeing in the antarctic and the arctic are attributed to the buildup of ozone "eating" chemicals in the atmosphere--chemicals like CFC's (& many other chlorine and bromine containing compounds) which actually react with the ozone (O3) to make it just plain old O2 and therefore destroy the ozone. The polar holes that we see also vary greatly seasonally due to temperature changes and other patterns that change, I guess. They're not exactly pinned in one spot but probably generally stay put because they are polar. Whether a hole could develop elsewhere or if it would be a stable hole (I mean stay as a hole) if it did, I'm just not sure. You'd really have to speak with someone who knows atmospheric movement patterns at that altitude and latitude... Have you checked NOAA's website? --Laurie (sorry not to be too helpful) ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 22:01:54 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jenny Stosser Subject: I asked FoxTel about L&C airing dates MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit and got the following reply :-( Luc: where did you get your info? Jen ============================================================ From: "Feedback WWW (MEL)" Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 13:20:09 +1100 To: "'jenerator@ozemail.com.au'" Subject: RE: Foxtel2 User feedback response to: 'I want to Talk to Foxtel' Dear Jenny, Thanks for your email. Unfortunately, this programs is not scheduled to screen as none of the channels have rights for it. I have passed on your request to our Programming Department so if the rights do become available they may bid for them. Regards FOXTEL Feedback scott26102000 -----Original Message----- From: jenerator@ozemail.com.au [mailto:jenerator@ozemail.com.au] Sent: Wednesday, 25 October 2000 21:10 To: Feedback WWW (MEL) Subject: Foxtel2 User feedback response to: 'I want to Talk to Foxtel' Name : Jenny Email Address: jenerator@ozemail.com.au AccountNumber: Enquiry : Can you please advise if you will be showing Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman, and if so, when? -------------: ------------------- This message was sent through MyMail http://www.mymail.com.au ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 00:36:22 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Erin Klingler Subject: Re: Science Question: Warning contains spoilers for part 30 of 7dos In-Reply-To: <42.c569d9b.2728e6bd@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit >I'm not an atmospheric scientist, but the ozone isn't solid so you don't >exactly blow a hole in it. The holes we're seeing in the antarctic and the >arctic are attributed to the buildup of ozone "eating" chemicals in the >atmosphere--chemicals like CFC's (& many other chlorine and bromine >containing compounds) which actually react with the ozone (O3) to make it >just plain old O2 and therefore destroy the ozone. [snip] > >--Laurie (sorry not to be too helpful) > This is exactly why I love this list. ;) I had no idea this is how the ozone problem was occuring. Fascinating! I love learning, but it seems I've only ever had the attention span to learn technical things like this in bite size chunks, so posts like this really make my day. It's not like I ever would've checked out a book on the ozone layer from the library. Heck, I'm happy to even make it to the grown up level of the library--I know all the junior department librarians by name, and can tell you where every dinosaur, doll, or 'Spot' book in the juvenile section is located. ;) Thanks for the educational answer, Laurie! Erin :) __________________ erink@ida.net Visit my LNC/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek ***** "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." __________________ ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 03:54:41 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: John Debbage <106532.433@COMPUSERVE.COM> Subject: Re: Fanfic Recommendation MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 I'd also like to add my recommendation for 'I Will Always Love You' by MLThomson. This is a lovely story with a very original relevation. Ther= e was a great deal of angst and a very interesting plot. Once I started reading I couldn't put it down. I'd also like to say to anyone who has not yet read 'Strange Visitor Revisited' by Irene Dutchak and Wendy Richards, that they really must pic= k this one up. It's a wonderful rewrite of S1 and, although it's long, it holds the reader's attention through every twist and turn of the series -= - a great story by two great authors. = Yours, Jenni Debbage ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 10:48:55 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Question on Lois' wedding ring MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I'm not sure what it is you want a description of, James. The wedding ring or the engagement ring? The wedding ring is just a gold band - I don't think I ever say it closely enough to see whether it had any embossing or engraving on the outside. The engagement ring is a diamond solitaire. Wendy -------------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ----- Original Message ----- From: "JaT" To: Sent: Thursday, October 26, 2000 2:02 AM Subject: Question on Lois' wedding ring > I'm stuck at work and need a description of Lois' > engagement/wedding ring. I just can't remember > what the darned thing looks like. I can simple > state the obvious but I thought I might describe > it to the reader. > > James > > > ===== > Phillipe: And what is your quest? > Etienne Navarre: I must kill a man. > Phillipe: Tell me--does this walking corpse have a name? > -LadyHawke (1985) Smashing good movie. > > WIP for MR_D8A: 7 Days of Superman-TOC http://www.zoomway.com/boards/ubbhtml/Forum5/HTML/003005.html > WIP for Elisabeth: Story of a Lifetime-TOC http://www.zoomway.com/boards/ubbhtml/Forum5/HTML/003563.html > > __________________________________________________ > Do You Yahoo!? > Yahoo! Messenger - Talk while you surf! It's FREE. > http://im.yahoo.com/ > ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 14:22:25 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Hazel Subject: Hazel does the Happy Snoopy Dance! :) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed All right, FoLCs, it's finally happened! It took me two years as a fan and six fics, but I've finally, *finally* done it... I saw a real, honest-to-goodness episode of LnC! :) Special thanks to Susanna, who directed me to Andrea's excellent site at http://www.annie.simplenet.com/loisclark.html where Andrea has put up the entire episode, "Don't Tug on Superman's Cape," in two parts. How she managed to shrink down 45 minutes worth of video to less than 15 meg I'll never know, but she certainly has my gratitude. :) This is one ep I've always wanted to see, if only for those daydreams/nightmares -- "Lois, you've got some 'splainin to do!" I've read the script, but the second black-and-white sequence was quite a surprise -- it's not in the script -- and it had me ROTFL. (I don't understand the reference, but that didn't lessen the humor.) The scene with Lois in Clark's glasses was as delightful as I hoped it would be, too. Mind you, I now understand why so many fanfic authors have their villains laugh maniacally -- sheesh, can't those two *ever* stop giggling? ;p And I adored the nod to the comic universe with Tim's reference to the "one-of-a-kind car" and Amber's assurance that they're "batty" about it. I admit I didn't get it the first time around, but that's different in the script, too. :) Well, I can no longer assert that I've never seen an ep, and I'm quite happy about it. Now if Rob would just finish posting the last sections of the pilot to *his* web site... :) Hazel, whose "wish list" of fics to see might not be so inaccessible after all _______ "Lots of little Bigwigs, Hazel! Think of that, and tremble!" ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 12:53:28 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jedi Subject: Lois and Clark episodes Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Since this is the only Lois and Clark list that my wife is on, This is the only place I know where to look. It is also a good time sice my wife is out of town for 2 weeks. For Christmas I want to give her what ever episodes that she doesn't have. She watches it on a french channel from Quebec and she doesn't really understand french. I do have a list of the episodes that she has, if some kind soul could help me that would be great. I will pay for the tapes and shipping. You can e-mail me at jedi@onlink.net and just but For Billy in the subject and she won't read it. Thanks, Billy ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 12:58:02 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Hazel does the Happy Snoopy Dance! :) On Thu, 26 Oct 2000 14:22:25 +0200, Hazel wrote: >I've read >the script, but the second black-and-white sequence was quite a surprise -- >it's not in the script -- and it had me ROTFL. (I don't understand the >reference, but that didn't lessen the humor.) Which scene was this, Hazel? Was this the "Dragnet" take off, with Jimmy as a detective grilling Clark on being such a bad father? ("You missed your son's Little League game." "There was an earthquake in Tibet!" "That's what they all say." ;) or however the dialog goes :)) BTW, how does the script go? I'm always fascinated to see these differences. :) >Mind you, I >now understand why so many fanfic authors have their villains laugh >maniacally -- sheesh, can't those two *ever* stop giggling? ;p LOL! I take it you mean the Lakes? Yes, they were so very annoying, but that was the joke -- they were supposed to be completely over the top and the stereotype of that kind of villian. :) There have been some campy villians in L&C, but at least the Lakes were done that way on purpose. I'm so glad you got to see an episode, and especially one you were wanting to so much! I also can't wait for you to see the Pilot -- the tone between it and DTOSC is about as different as you can get, and I'll be very interested in seeing your reaction. I'm happy for you! Do you think it will help you "hear" the voices better or see the characters better for your fics? Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 11:20:32 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Vicki Krell Subject: Re: Hazel does the Happy Snoopy Dance! :) MIME-version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" I'm still amazed to find out that Hazel writes such wonderful fics without having seen an episode!!! And, of course, the first question that comes to mind is, why haven't you seen any until now??? Vicki (who is having an absolutely horrible day, and who did get a huge kick out of this episode, for many reasons) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 14:37:08 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kate Crane Subject: Re: Hazel does the Happy Snoopy Dance! :) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hazel, The phrase you are referring to (some 'splaining to do) is from the old I Love Lucy show, which is also the opening scene from DTOSC. Ricky used to say to Lucy, "Lucy, you've got some splainin to do!" Ricky (Desi Arnaz) had a very thick Cuban accent. Kate ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 15:56:00 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Shelli Rutherford Subject: Re: Question on Lois' wedding ring MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I don't remember if this was only in the comics or not.. But, Clark asked the jeweler to laser etch a microscopic Superman symbol into the diamond on the engagement ring. He said, "She calls me her private Superman." Or, something to that effect.. -Shelli ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 22:24:09 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Hazel Subject: Re: Hazel does the Happy Snoopy Dance! :) In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed Vicki wrote: >I'm still amazed to find out that Hazel writes such wonderful fics without >having seen an episode!!! And, of course, the first question that comes to >mind is, why haven't you seen any until now??? Thanks for the extravagant compliment! :) I never saw an ep, Vicki, because I have no TV or VCR. There aren't any within miles either. It's a culture thing. :) Kate offered some info on the "I Love Lucy" bit. I did wonder about the accent, so thank you. James Bond's, at least, I could recognize as English-English. U.K.! I mean U.K.! Kathy wrote: > >I've read > >the script, but the second black-and-white sequence was quite a surprise -- > >it's not in the script -- and it had me ROTFL. (I don't understand the > >reference, but that didn't lessen the humor.) > >Which scene was this, Hazel? Was this the "Dragnet" take off, with Jimmy as >a detective grilling Clark on being such a bad father? ("You missed your >son's Little League game." "There was an earthquake in Tibet!" "That's what >they all say." ;) or however the dialog goes :)) Yes, the "And don't give me another saving the Hoover Dam alibi 'cause I've heard it all before" one. Jimmy in a fedora... "Dragnet," huh? Sigh. Why does osmosis in America mean that I recognize I Love Lucy and Gilligan's Island, but not what is obviously a classic? ;p >BTW, how does the script go? I'm always fascinated to see these differences. There is no third sequence. It segues from the encounter with the Lakes to the video of the Lakes in Clark's apartment, without the "daymare" and poor Jimmy's encounter with Clark. "Yeah, and does Tim Amber miss any Little League games?!" That part was almost as funny. :) > > sheesh, can't those two *ever* stop giggling? ;p > >LOL! I take it you mean the Lakes? Yes, they were so very annoying, but >that was the joke -- they were supposed to be completely over the top and the >stereotype of that kind of villian. :) Ah, "over the top." I spose that explains it. :) >I'm happy for you! Do you think it will help you "hear" the voices better or >see the characters better for your fics? An excellent question, Kathy, but one that I think demands a "wait and see" response. :) I did watch the first section of the pilot -- up to the first commercial, I think -- and it was almost bizarre. It felt like "LnC's greatest hits," in that it seemed to flash from high point to high point with nothing in between. I have read *so* many takes on the pilot -- Sarah Wood's excellent sypnosis, quotes galore, episode guides, and I don't even want to think how many rewrites -- that the actual ep was almost shallow in comparison. Where was the depth? Where was the angst? And where were the extra scenes that Sarah added in her sypnopsis that Rob didn't have? :) I did find it very amusing, though, to discover that a nun was crossing the street when the bus careened out of control. ;) Actually, my initial reaction is that no, it might not make much difference in my writing. I love LnC for the characters as they've been portrayed and evoked in fics. Strangely enough, watching the eps might very well be, for me, the equivalent of reading fanfic -- but fics that would please Pam by staying *exactly* in canon. ;) Hazel ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 15:55:32 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Hazel does the Happy Snoopy Dance! :) Hey Hazel! Congratulations, by the way! >Kate offered some info on the "I Love Lucy" bit. I did wonder about the >accent, so thank you. James Bond's, at least, I could recognize as >English-English. and Jenni advance en masse> U.K.! I mean U.K.! Ummm... you don't, actually! There is no such thing as a UK accent. /me wonders what on earth it would sound like. You were quite right with 'English' there... well, at least, as far as Ian Fleming, Roger Moore and what's-his-name Dalton portray the character, anyway. Sean Connery's Bond was Scottish, at least by accent, and Pierce Brosnan's was Irish once upon a time. ;) Can't say that Dean Cain's 'Bond' take-off sounded all that English, though! He couldn't stop himself pronouncing his 't's as 'd's... :) Wendy ------------------ Wendy Richards wendykingsmeadowcr.freeserve.co.uk ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 16:56:42 EDT 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: Question on Lois' wedding ring MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 10/26/2000 4:08:34 PM Eastern Daylight Time, TalynStar@AOL.COM writes: << I don't remember if this was only in the comics or not.. But, Clark asked the jeweler to laser etch a microscopic Superman symbol into the diamond on the engagement ring. He said, "She calls me her private Superman." Or, something to that effect.. >> You mean he couldn't do it himself with his laser vision gizmo? Hmmm --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 14:47:26 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: Re: Question on Lois' wedding ring MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii I have to inform you that before I read your email I wrote the following into my story FIRST! And I had no prior knowledge of the comic book thing. Quote from Part 30 of 7DoS. -------------------------------------------- He held the band up and focused on the inscription inside, “To Our Eternal Love – CK.” He had engraved it himself; combining his microscopic vision with his heat vision. -------------------------------------------- --- No Name Available wrote: > In a message dated 10/26/2000 4:08:34 PM > Eastern Daylight Time, > TalynStar@AOL.COM writes: > > << I don't remember if this was only in the > comics or not.. But, Clark asked > the jeweler to laser etch a microscopic > Superman symbol into the diamond on > the engagement ring. He said, "She calls me > her private Superman." Or, > something to that effect.. > >> > > You mean he couldn't do it himself with his > laser vision gizmo? Hmmm > > --Laurie ===== Phillipe: And what is your quest? Etienne Navarre: I must kill a man. Phillipe: Tell me--does this walking corpse have a name? -LadyHawke (1985) Smashing good movie. WIP for MR_D8A: 7 Days of Superman-TOC http://www.zoomway.com/boards/ubbhtml/Forum5/HTML/003005.html WIP for Elisabeth: Story of a Lifetime-TOC http://www.zoomway.com/boards/ubbhtml/Forum5/HTML/003563.html __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Messenger - Talk while you surf! It's FREE. http://im.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 18:17:50 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carolyn Schnall Subject: Re: Holiday Stories and 2000 Upload Dates In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >On Wed, 25 Oct 2000 17:04:44 -0700, Dennis Arendt >wrote: > >> >>Is wondering why Kathy doesn't write one, also. > >Which one? A holiday story, a Hanukkuh story, or a year 2000 story? > >Kathy Hmmm.... A Hanukkah story?!? Well, I suppose I could take a stab at that:) Carolyn ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 19:01:42 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: Question on Lois' wedding ring In-Reply-To: <20001026010255.16092.qmail@web204.mail.yahoo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 06:02 PM 10/25/2000 -0700, you wrote: >I'm stuck at work and need a description of Lois' >engagement/wedding ring. I just can't remember >what the darned thing looks like. I can simple >state the obvious but I thought I might describe >it to the reader. > >James Is this before or after Myrtle Beach worked her bizarre (for lack of a more descriptive word) electronic magic on it? Debby huitziln@cais.net or should I check one of the scripts...? ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 06:47:47 EDT 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: Question on Lois' wedding ring MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 10/27/2000 6:46:36 AM Eastern Daylight Time, huitziln@CAIS.NET writes: << Is this before or after Myrtle Beach worked her bizarre (for lack of a more descriptive word) electronic magic on it? >> Oh, that's right. Ellen did say the ring was at the jewelers being engraved and she was going to pick it up and that's when it got switched. --Laurie (thanking Debby for prodding her memory) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 14:00:30 GMT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Shane Laird Subject: question/statement on copyright Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed hi everyone, i haven't posted anything in ages, and i thought that this might be interesting. if it is true, marvel comics has purchased the rights to superman. now i believe that the sale actually occurred last year, and i'm probably way behind in saying this to everyone, but i figured all the folc's should know; for copyright purposes. there was an article in rolling stone a few months ago showing the new superman design, and discussing the ideas thatr marvel has for superman; the character and the story lines. if it is really true, then things are going to look a lot different when marvel puts out the first comic book issue in 2001. just thought people might be interested. have a good weekend. shane _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 08:22:23 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: Re: Question on Lois' wedding ring MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii I haven't decided if Myrtle Beach exists in this universe or not. With the exception of this particular story this has been a kinder, gentler universe to L&C. This universe has no Lex Luthor for one thing. James --- Debby wrote: > At 06:02 PM 10/25/2000 -0700, you wrote: > >I'm stuck at work and need a description of > Lois' > >engagement/wedding ring. I just can't > remember > >what the darned thing looks like. I can > simple > >state the obvious but I thought I might > describe > >it to the reader. > > > >James > > Is this before or after Myrtle Beach worked her > bizarre (for lack of a more > descriptive word) electronic magic on it? > > Debby > huitziln@cais.net > or should I check one of the scripts...? ===== Phillipe: And what is your quest? Etienne Navarre: I must kill a man. Phillipe: Tell me--does this walking corpse have a name? -LadyHawke (1985) Smashing good movie. WIP for MR_D8A: 7 Days of Superman-TOC http://www.zoomway.com/boards/ubbhtml/Forum5/HTML/003005.html WIP for Elisabeth: Story of a Lifetime-TOC http://www.zoomway.com/boards/ubbhtml/Forum5/HTML/003563.html __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Messenger - Talk while you surf! It's FREE. http://im.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 16:40:47 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Phillip Atcliffe Subject: Re: question/statement on copyright In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII On Fri, 27 Oct 2000 14:00:30 GMT Shane Laird wrote: > i haven't posted anything in ages, and i thought that this might be interesting. if it is true, marvel comics has purchased the rights to superman. now i believe that the sale actually occurred last year, and i'm probably way behind in saying this to everyone, but i figured all the folc's should know; for copyright purposes. there was an article in rolling stone a few months ago showing the new superman design, and discussing the ideas that marvel has for superman; the character and the story lines. if it is really true, then things are going to look a lot different when marvel puts out the first comic book issue in 2001. just thought people might be interested. have a good weekend. < shane, I have to say that I don't believe this; that is, I don't believe that DC has sold Superman to Marvel. I can't imagine why they'd be so stupid. However, there are a couple of possibilities as to what may have been misunderstood as a sale: 1. The heirs of Jerry Seigel and Joe Schuster are currently in legal discussions with DC as regards the copyright to Superman. Due to a change in copyright law, they now have the right to reclaim the copyright to the original concept of Superman. If I understand the legal wrangling correctly, this could give them the right to publish their own Superman comics, which would run quite separately from DC's. or 2. The idea of Stan Lee doing his own version of Superman (and Batman, Wonder Woman, etc.) _for_DC_ was talked about some time ago. This sounds more likely if RS has shown a new concept for "Superman", but would be entirely separate from the mainstream DCU (including the existing Supes comic series), as were the recent Tangent comics. While we're on the subject of comics, FoLCs might like to read the most recent issue of "Superman: Man of Steel" (issue number forgotten -- sorry), which features some good L&C interaction, including Lois saving Clark from being lost in the Phantom Zone. I was pleased; if this keeps up, I may start reading the comics more. The art's not that great, though. Phil ------------------------------------------------------------ "Sic Transit Gloria Barramundi" (Or, So Long and Thanks for All the Fish!) -- not Douglas Adams, but me: Phil Atcliffe (Phillip.Atcliffe@uwe.ac.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 14:05:45 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Question on Lois' wedding ring On Thu, 26 Oct 2000 16:56:42 EDT, No Name Available wrote: >In a message dated 10/26/2000 4:08:34 PM Eastern Daylight Time, >TalynStar@AOL.COM writes: > ><< I don't remember if this was only in the comics or not.. But, Clark asked > the jeweler to laser etch a microscopic Superman symbol into the diamond on > the engagement ring. He said, "She calls me her private Superman." Or, > something to that effect.. > >> > >You mean he couldn't do it himself with his laser vision gizmo? Hmmm This was in the comics, not on L&C (though as Laurie pointed out, there was to be some type of engraving on the show's ring, too). But to answer Laurie's question, about why Clark couldn't do it himself in the comics ... he had no powers when they got married. Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 19:55:04 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pam Jernigan Organization: http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam/ Subject: Couple of questions about Alt-Clark... MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Just a few minor points... In Tempus, Anyone, did alt-Clark seem to know about Krypton? Is there any evidence to suggest that he either did or did *not* possess the globe? Thanks ... it's not going to make a major difference to my story but it'd be nice not to embarrass myself :) -- Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / jernigan@bellsouth.net http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam http://personal.rdu.bellsouth.net/~jernigan/ "I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord." --Psalm 27:13-14 ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 19:42:21 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Couple of questions about Alt-Clark... Pam, I think Hazel is going to be your best bet on this one, because I'm pretty sure that she investigated this pretty thoroughly for Mirror and CPOV. But she's offline until Sunday. I am almost positive that Alt-Clark knew he was from another planet - I think I even remember a conversation - possibly between him and Lois - where this was mentioned. But there is no mention of his globe or ship, to the best of my knowledge. Wendy ------------ Wendy Richards wendy@kingsmeadowcr.freeserve.co.uk ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 20:52:59 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kate Crane Subject: Re: Couple of questions about Alt-Clark... MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 10/27/00 5:44:52 PM Pacific Daylight Time, wendy@KINGSMEADOWCR.FREESERVE.CO.UK writes: > I am almost positive that Alt-Clark knew he was from another planet - I > think I even remember a conversation - possibly between him and Lois - > where this was mentioned You're right Wendy.....after Lois asks to be partnered with Alt-Clark and they enter the conference room, she asks him the series of questions revealing her knowledge of him, including "know that you're from another planet", to which he eventually asks if she and HGW are from the government. But, he never really answers her series of questions...and we assume that he does know he is from Krypton, or at least outer space. Kate ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 22:04:36 EDT 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: Couple of questions about Alt-Clark... MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 10/27/2000 7:59:58 PM Eastern Daylight Time, jernigan@BELLSOUTH.NET writes: << In Tempus, Anyone, did alt-Clark seem to know about Krypton? Is there any evidence to suggest that he either did or did *not* possess the globe? >> No evidence at all, except he seemed more shocked that Lois knew about him than about what she said about him. --Laurie :) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 22:21:23 EDT 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: NEW: Metanoia (1/10) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit TITLE: The Martha Chronicles 3: Metanoia PART: 1/10 AUTHOR: Christy Kubit (attalanta@aol.com) FEEDBACK: All comments are welcome, public or private. SUMMARY: In the third and (maybe) final part of the series, Martha returns home to attend to family problems and tries to maintain a long-distance relationship with Jonathan. * * * * * "...metanoia is the opposite of paranoia, which is turning in on oneself." - Madeleine L'Engle This is the third fic of a series involving the early years of Martha Kent. The previous parts of the series were entitled The Martha Chronicles 1: The Martha Bums, and The Martha Chronicles 2: The Open Road. When we last saw Martha, she was on her way home from Kansas after receiving an emergency phone call from her grandmother, telling her that her mother had overdosed on her medication. Martha had been in Kansas, visiting Jonathan and his parents on their farm, after college graduation and a lengthy cross-country road trip. (As a reminder, this story is being told by Martha to her insomniac granddaughter, hence the first person and the ending ;) * * * * * In the white vacuum of her hospital bed, my mother looked startlingly like my grandmother. She was fifty-one, but my mother still had her figure; she was thin, skinny even. Without make-up, the skin around her eyes was revealed as sunken and wrinkled, and her eyebrows plucked too thin. Her head was propped up by a flat white pillow, exposing ripples of skin beneath her jaw. Except for the stray frizzes spraying from her temples, her hair was pulled back from her face, giving her the anomalous appearance of an infant. The wide neck of her hospital gown dipped beneath her prominent collarbone, uncovering a small brown age spot between her breasts. Her chapped lips were pale and drawn into a thin, stern line. In her I saw the source of myself, as well as an artifact of my grandmother, her mouth set in a stern, stubborn line. I shivered as a cold draft passed through the room, then pulled the sheet and blanket to my mother's chin. I glanced around the room: the shades were drawn, but through the darkness I could see a large vase brimming with flowers - roses, of course - and my mother's handbag resting on the stand beside her bed. Seized by an inappropriate curiosity - inappropriate since my mother was still alive, of course - I snatched the bag off the table and flipped open the clasp. Inside the black leather purse lay a hairbrush, a compact, a lipstick, a wallet, a glasses case - glasses intact, - a gold pen, and a small leather-bound calendar. Nothing noteworthy. Not that I knew what I was looking for; did I expect to find the guilty vial of pills? A note? Like many women of her generation, the life of Elizabeth Clark could be summed up in a series of dates: born, 1910; married, 1934; birthed a daughter, 1937; widowed, 1953; and now, suicide attempt, 1960. The last was the only thing that separated her from the other debutants-in-repose who played bridge on Thursday nights and met for country club tennis on Friday mornings. I stood at the foot of my mother's bed, then replaced her handbag on her bed stand. Outside in the hospital hallway I looked for a doctor but could only find nurses. I was directed to my mother's nurse, who told me that her doctor was due for his rounds in an hour, whereupon he could speak with me about my mother's "condition." The nurse suggested I go downstairs and look for my grandmother, who, until half an hour earlier, had herself been holding vigil in my mother's room. The nurse suggested I look in the cafeteria or gift shop - both were on the main floor - but I knew better. It would take more than a suicide attempt for Marion Williams to eat hospital food. And I equally doubted she would be in the gift shop; from the looks of things, she - or Grandfather - had already supplied my mother with flowers, and Grandmother wasn't the type to search out a tacky teddy bear or porcelain figurine. But I went downstairs anyway and surveyed the green linoleum corridors of the hospital. And I was right: Grandmother wasn't in the cafeteria or the gift shop, nor was she in the lobby. I was about to give up and go back upstairs when I caught sight of a silhouette in the tiny hospital chapel, its head dipped in supplication and hair covered with a scarf. "Grandmother?" I called out in a small voice. The silhouette's head snapped up in surprise before she righted herself; my grandmother had been kneeling in the first pew of the chapel, her hands clasped flat in prayer like an age-ed Virgin Mary. I knew her prayer, the same simple one I had repeated again and again on the plane: Please. She nodded quickly when I reached the end of her row, and I sat down next to her on the hard wooden pew. "Martha," she whispered. I think it was a greeting, but I wasn't sure it wasn't a prayer. "I just got in; Joseph brought me over." Joseph was our family's driver. A kind, elderly gentleman, he had sped me to the hospital immediately after gathering my bags from the airport luggage return. "Have you seen your mother?" I nodded, not wanting, not able, to vocalize thoughts of my mother's newly- revealed age or her resemblance to her mother. Grandmother said nothing, but I thought I saw her hand twitch off her lap. For a second, I wondered if she was going to hold my hand. But she only cleared her throat and we sat there in silence for several minutes before I gathered the courage to put my hand on hers. "I talked to Mother's nurse and she said the doctor should be upstairs for rounds soon," I said. "Yes, I would like to meet him," Grandmother said. "I spoke to the emergency room doctor a few hours ago, before she had her own room." So we went upstairs, where a short, nervous doctor had a stethoscope pressed against the age spot on my mother's chest. He jumped at the sound of Grandmother's heels on the linoleum floor. "Hello, ma'am. I'm Dr. Gordon Graves. You must be Mrs. Clark's family," he said, running a hand through his short dark hair. Grandmother's mouth relaxed into a satisfied smile at the doctor's manners. "Yes. I am Marion Williams, Elizabeth's mother." Grandmother stopped and pushed me forward. "And this is her daughter, Martha." "Nice to meet you," I said, and shook Dr. Graves's hand. I tried to step back next to my grandmother, but her hands stayed strong on my back, forcing me forward. "Martha graduated last year from Bryn Mawr. Art history major." Grandmother always said Bryn Mawr, never Bryn Mawr *College*; any young man worth his weight in Waterford would know Bryn Mawr. "She's spent her last few months traveling." Grandmother grinned gracefully as Dr. Graves nodded and gave me a once- over. I fought the urge to roll my eyes; a few years ago, I would've blushed and felt the need to study my Mary Janes. But now, Dr. Graves's perusal wasn't embarrassing, just disappointing. "How's my mother?" I asked pointedly. It was Dr. Graves who blushed as he consulted the chart hanging on the end of Mother's bed. "Yes, well, we've given her something to relax her, let her get some sleep. We'll start bringing her out of it tomorrow and she should be back to normal" - whatever that was, I thought - "by the afternoon." "What happened?" I asked. I knew my mother had tried to kill herself, but I wanted to know why. Dr. Graves and my grandmother glanced at each other. "Miss Clark," Dr. Graves began, and I didn't have to look at Grandmother to know she was beaming in appreciation of Dr. Graves's manners. "Miss Clark, your mother must have miscalculated her medications. She took a little too much and was brought in here so we could get things straightened out again." I nodded. Sure, she just *miscalculated* a dose of medication. The sideways glance between Grandmother and Dr. Graves told me they were lying, never mind the pitying stares from the nurse I had talked to in the hall. But I didn't press the issue; I knew Dr. Graves wouldn't tell me anything as long as Grandmother was around, and maybe not at all. "So she'll be okay tomorrow?" I asked, and Dr. Graves nodded. "So will *you* be her doctor?" Grandmother probed. "She won't need to see anyone else?" "Well," Dr. Graves stuttered, "she will have to see a psychologist." "Is that really necessary? This was all an accident and, anyway, she has her own *private* doctor. I know he will definitely be stopping in for a visit." Yeah, Grandmother, I thought, that same *private doctor* who had been treating her when she overdosed in the first place; I'm sure he'll be a big help. "I'm afraid it's hospital policy in cases like these, ma'am. It's all in the best interest of the patients. I'm sure you understand, Mrs. Williams," Dr. Graves pleaded with a sad, almost penitent smile. Perhaps he had heard of Marion Williams and didn't want to get on her bad side. Or maybe he just felt sorry for a powerless old woman and her head-case daughter. Either way, after promising he would see us the next day, Dr. Graves continued his rounds and Grandmother and I left the hospital. * * * * * To be continued in part 2 ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 22:27:56 EDT 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: NEW: Metanoia (2/10) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit TITLE: The Martha Chronicles 3: Metanoia PART: 2/10 AUTHOR: Christy Kubit (attalanta@aol.com) FEEDBACK: All comments are welcome, public or private. SUMMARY: In the third and (maybe) final part of the series, Martha returns home to attend to family problems and tries to maintain a long-distance relationship with Jonathan. * * * * * The drive home from the hospital was quick and quiet. The streets were empty and our black car sped unobtrusively through the dark city. With Joseph driving, Grandmother and I sat in the back seat together. Several times I started to say something, to ask Grandmother what had really happened, who had found Mother and where. And mostly, why. But I sat silently, knowing from past experience that if Grandmother was going to tell me anything, she would have done so already. She wasn't one to mince words or let someone else control the conversation. If Grandmother wanted to share a secret, she shared it; she wasn't about to wait for someone to ask after it. Grandmother didn't say anything either as Joseph pulled up to our house and let us off in front before driving the car into the garage. We entered the house together and I took it in with new eyes, pretending I had never seen it before. It was probably impossible, but I tried to survey the house with new eyes, the parquet floor of the front hall, the winding staircase rising from the doorway, the thick curtains drawn over glassy black windows. I tried to remember being a child in this house, leaving my toys littering the hall or my homework on the kitchen table, but it felt as if I had always been an adult. Grandfather was propped up in the mahogany-colored leather chair next to the staircase, waiting for us. But he wasn't awake. His head rested against the arm of the chair, his open mouth emitting a soft, staccato snore. Grandmother didn't wake him, though; she just shook her head, disappointed but unsurprised, as if she was too used to the sight to be affected by it. But I squatted next to Grandfather's chair and nudged his shoulder. He awoke with a start, his eyes wide and ready, but he relaxed when he saw it was me. "Martha, you're home!" He stood and we embraced and a wave of sorrow hit me, not for my mother or myself, but for my grandfather. His shoulders were a little more slumped, his hair a little thinner, the last time I saw him. "Grandfather, how're you doing?" He shrugged with marked effort. "Oh, don't worry about me," he said with a crinkly smile. "I've had myself a pleasant little nap and now I'm ready to hear all about your trip home and what's going on at the hospital." I took a seat on the staircase and began with the hospital, telling my grandfather what Mother looked like, what the doctor had said, and my plans for returning to the hospital tomorrow. I wanted him to come with me, and he acquiesced without struggle. I smiled in relief; my mother was his daughter, too, not just Grandmother's. It couldn't hurt my mother to see a second supportive face when she awoke tomorrow. Grandfather excused himself after unsuccessfully suppressing several yawns, and I wandered into the kitchen. It was empty; after parking the car, Joseph must have gone straight to the downstairs suite he shared with his wife, Nancy. So I fixed myself a sandwich and ate it while doodling on a pad of scratch paper. I knew I needed to call Jonathan, to let him know that my leaving had nothing to do with his proposals. I was sure Anna would have told him as much, but I wanted him to hear it from the horse's mouth; I hadn't lied when I had said that I loved Jonathan. I didn't want to hurt him. I placed my empty plate in the sink and stood against the wall with the phone in my hand. I twirled the cord around my thumb as I slowly, deliberately, dialed Jonathan's phone number. After six rings and just as I was deciding to hang up, someone picked up the phone. "'Lo?" It wasn't until then that I realized what time it was - and what time it had to be in Kansas, - and I wished I had waited until morning to call. "Jonathan?" "Martha?" "Yes, it's me. I'm sorry about the time," I said quickly, wanting to say what I had to say and let Jonathan go back to bed. "S'okay." "Yeah, well, I had to call and let you know where I was." "My mom told me," he said softly. "I thought she would, but I wanted to talk to you, too. I didn't have time to say good-bye or leave you a note, and I didn't want to leave... I didn't want us to be..." "I know, Martha. It's okay." "Okay," I said, and unwound the telephone cord from my thumb. I waited out a long silence and watched the color return to my thumb. "So your mom's okay?" Jonathan finally asked. "The doctor says she will be." I wanted to tell Jonathan that Grandmother was pretending it was all an accident - and that the doctor seemed too willing to play along - when I realized that it could wait another day. "I'll let you get back to bed," I told him. "I'll talk to you again in a few days, all right?" "Okay," Jonathan muttered. "Bye." "Love you," I whispered before replacing the phone on the receiver and heading upstairs to bed. * * * * * Grandmother had already left the house when I went downstairs for breakfast the next morning. I sat at the kitchen table and watched Nancy pour pancake batter into perfect, round circles. Then Nancy poured the batter into the shape of a large M. I smiled, remembering when she would make initial pancakes for her daughter Sophie and me when we were younger. We would stand beside her, our chins resting on the counter, watching the pale yellow batter cook from the underside up, watching Nancy flip the pancakes perfectly, preserving our Ms and Ss. "There you go, dear," Nancy said as she added the golden M to the pile of pancakes on my plate. "Thanks, Nancy," I said, and dowsed my plate in maple syrup. "Good morning, Martha," Joseph said, closing the door behind him. He sat across from me at the table and chose two large pancakes, pouring a small drop of syrup on each and spreading it with the convex side of his fork before cutting the pancakes into small, even squares. When he set his knife down diagonally across the plate, he had sliced the golden circles into child-size bites, tiny, double-layered, and equally moistened with syrup. He ate from the plate in a clockwise manner, working in a slow spiral towards the center of the plate. "Joseph, you drove Grandmother this morning, right?" I asked. "Yes." "Where did you take her?" "Oh, just some errands," he said. "Why?" "Just wondering." I watched Joseph finish off his breakfast and began my own. My M pancake had turned cold and wet from the syrup, and I pushed it around my plate. "You know what you should do, Martha," Joseph said as he took his plate to the sink. "You should go visit Sophie. She's not too far away, just in Big Creek, about a thirty minute drive. I know she'd love to see you." "Maybe I will," I said, "after Mother wakes up, that is. I'm sure she'll be released from the hospital soon." I looked over at Nancy and Joseph, both standing at the sink. Joseph set his plate on the counter and he and Nancy exchanged a look that shouted, 'Martha clearly doesn't know what she's talking about... I wonder what that old bag Mrs. Williams has told her about her mother..." The look both bolstered me and tore at me. It meant that I wasn't crazy, that there was more to my mother's "accident" than my grandmother was willing to admit. But, in confirming my fears, the look also meant that this thing with my mother was serious. I was sorry to be right. * * * * * Rather than have Joseph drive me to the hospital that morning - he was busy chauffeuring my grandmother, who had said she would meet us there - I took my mother's car. She drove an elderly yet pristine Cadillac. Rather, she *owned* the giant powder blue monster; she rarely drove the beast since she rarely went anywhere. In the passenger's seat sat my grandfather, a derby hat fitting tight on his head and a handful of black-eyed Susans in his clenched fist. He looked like a child who had dressed himself, an odd combination of proper Boston gentleman and eager little boy. I imagined him as a child, on his way to see his mother - rather than his daughter - in the hospital. Maybe she had just had a baby, or maybe a routine surgery, and he was at home with his father, who was too busy trying to figure out how to cook and clean and watch a little boy, to make sure his son was properly attired. I knew my grandfather had picked the flowers from the tiny garden Nancy and Joseph kept in the backyard. And I knew he had asked their permission first. The only change in my mother's room since the previous night was the light streaming through the window, illuminating finger- and handprints left over from previous visitors. My mother looked the same as the night before: old, white, and a heartbeat away from the front room of the Faulzhauber Family Funeral Home. Dr. Graves was nowhere to be seen when we arrived at my mother's hospital room. Neither was Grandmother, so Grandfather added the black-eyed Susans to my mother's vase of roses and went off to look for her. I almost told him to check the tiny first floor chapel, where I had found her last night, but saying it felt like an invasion of her privacy, so I kept quiet and let him wander off by himself. So I sat on the chair next to the head of the bed and watched her, the slow rise of her chest. I tried to imagine what might have prompted my mother to "accidentally" overdose. I knew she was sad; anyone who spent more than thirty seconds in her presence knew that Elizabeth Clark was due for a bit of joy in her life. But the same thing could be said about dozens of others: Grandfather, for one, who had seemingly spent a lifetime under the force of my grandmother's autocratic thumb. Yet he was still alive and kicking. How he could take it all these years, I didn't know. I was still watching my mother as her hands, which were lying palms up at her sides, began to fidget. Her left thumb rubbed against the back of her ring finger, twisting her wedding and engagement rings slowly around her finger. I recognized the gesture as one of her nervous ticks, something she did often to straighten her engagement ring or comfort herself; she'd almost twisted the rings right off her finger at my father's funeral. "Mother?" I called out, restraining myself from calling her "Mama," as I had when I was a very young child. She wasn't the only one in need of comfort. "Mother, are you awake?" "Mmmm," she responded without opening her eyes. "Mother, oh, Mother. Thank God you're okay! You're in the hospital, but don't worry, everything's fine. You're going to be okay." Of course I felt bad about lying, but what else could I have said: Mother, what were you thinking, trying to kill yourself? Mother, I need you; don't leave me? No, I didn't want to make her feel any worse than she already felt. She stopped twisting the rings on her left hand, but her thumb remained pressed up against the twin gold bands, and she appeared to have gone back to sleep by the time a nurse came in to check on her. I watched as the nurse listened to her heart, took her blood pressure and temperature, and checked the IV hanging next to the bed. "I think she's waking up," I said. "She's been moving her hands, and she was trying to speak a few minutes ago." The nurse nodded. "That's good. We've decreased her sedatives so it won't take her long to come out of it now. Give me a buzz when she's awake, okay?" I assured her I would, and the nurse left. I felt useless; all I could do was watch her breathe - in and out, in and out - and count how often she twisted her rings. It had been eleven times in the last twenty minutes, I noted with a glance at the clock next to the door. The next time she began turning her rings, I put my hand on hers. She stopped immediately, and slowly laced her fingers through mine. Her hand was cold and the skin pulled tight around her fingers. Her knuckles were thicker than the loose skin between them and, when I touched her rings, they slipped effortlessly around her finger. Ten minutes later she awoke. I reached for the buzzer but it was on the other side of the bed and I couldn't reach it. Rather than let go of my mother's hand, I sat there and watched her come to consciousness. Her eyelids squeezed and relaxed several times before she actually opened her eyes. "Mmmmm," she said again, this time in a struggle to speak despite the plastic tube threaded down her windpipe. "Mother, it's Martha," I said, trying to smile as I watched the confusion play out in her eyes. "Mother, don't worry, everything's fine. You're in the hospital, but you're going to be just fine." After several anemic coughs, though, she got a strained, gurgling sound out around the tube. I think it was "Sorry." * * * * * To be continued in part 3 ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 22:29:26 EDT 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: NEW: Metanoia (3/10) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit TITLE: The Martha Chronicles 3: Metanoia PART: 3/10 AUTHOR: Christy Kubit (attalanta@aol.com) FEEDBACK: All comments are welcome, public or private. SUMMARY: In the third and (maybe) final part of the series, Martha returns home to attend to family problems and tries to maintain a long-distance relationship with Jonathan. * * * * * It wasn't until later that afternoon, after the nurse had removed her breathing tube, that my mother seemed anything more than a ghost. I was glad she'd awakened earlier than expected; it gave me time to talk to her alone, before my grandmother arrived. I watched as she sipped carefully from a bowl of cloudy brown soup, the first food she'd had in two days. "How does it taste?" I asked. She shrugged. "It's okay." "Well, I'll bring you some of Nancy's chicken noodle once the doctor okays solid foods," I told her. "How do you feel?" "I'm fine," she admitted. "What happened?" I asked. She kept sipping at her soup, unfazed, and I wondered if she'd heard me. But I didn't get the chance to ask her again because my grandmother bounded into the room, a determined look on her face. "Elizabeth!" Grandmother said as she gave my mother a quick hug. Then she stepped back from the bed and morphed back into the grandmother I knew. She put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows at my mother. "You gave us quite a scare there, Elizabeth, quite a scare. How could you be so careless? You know you should read the labels on medications before you take them. Really, you should know better." I sighed and shifted in my seat. While it was disappointing, I should have anticipated Grandmother's reaction. Of course she didn't express her worry or her fear. She had been that same way all my life. When I was nine, Sophie and I tried sliding down the banister one snowy winter afternoon when school had been cancelled. Sophie made it down okay, but I fell and landed funny on my shoulder. Of course I cried, and Grandmother came running. But did she hug me and try to reassure me? Did she even check to make sure I didn't need to go to the hospital? No, she scooped me up and placed me on my feet, then yelled at me. I shouldn't have been playing on the stairs. How many times did she have to tell me to play in my bedroom? You don't stop until someone gets hurt, do you? Sophie and I cowered together, backs to the wall, feeling like criminals instead of nine year olds. What Grandmother said that day in the hospital told me more than that she hadn't changed. I knew she had talked to the doctor without me, probably before I got to Boston. Apparently, Mother had mixed some pills she shouldn't have. Maybe she'd taken a handful of whatever had been in the medicine cabinet; I imagined her arranging the pills on the counter of the bathroom sink, a variety of colors and sizes, like the appetizer sampler at Chez Nous. "I'm sorry, Mother," my mother said in a small voice, as if she were a recalcitrant child, begging for forgiveness. "I should hope so! I was calling you from downstairs and you weren't answering me. You're lucky I came upstairs to find you. You could've died, young lady," Grandmother bristled, as if my mother's "accident" had been an intentional affront to her. "I know." * * * * * The next day I took Joseph's advice, borrowed the Cadillac once again, and drove half an hour outside the city to Big Creek. A fledgling town, it was flat and barren, its trees plucked in favor of identical tract houses. The streets all had names like Tulip Court and Sunflower Street, assuring potential buyers that the town, despite its infertile appearance, had potential for growth. Daffodil Drive was one of the newest streets, and I pulled into the driveway of number 912, a white two-story with black shutters and a burgundy door. The right side of the street was trimmed with houses; equally spaced and identical except for color, they were squatty, with their sloped roofs dominating their fronts. On the other side of the street were half-constructed frames of embryonic houses and hard-hatted men drawing out the last minutes of their lunch hour. Number 912 sat on the right side of the street and, among the nearly completed houses, it was the most finished. In fact, the other houses appeared to be vacant; tubed carpets, rolls of linoleum, and buckets of paint gathered at their open front doors. 912 Daffodil Drive sprung up from its concrete driveway like the first Monopoly house on the board, possessive, lonely. Considering its surroundings, number 912 was well-tended; it had the beginnings of a yellow lawn sprouting from its dirt and clumps of flowers planted alongside the front walk. I stood on the front stoop, peering though the silver screen door while waiting for Sophie to answer my knock. "Martha! Come in," Sophie exclaimed when she appeared from around a corner. Despite her warm welcome, it felt necessary to justify my visit. "I was in town and your father gave me your address..." "Of course! I'm so glad he did. It's nice to see you," Sophie said, holding the door open for me. She was taller than me and when she hugged me I felt like a long-lost child being held by a worried mother. It was then that I noticed how different Sophie looked from the last time I'd seen her. Her dark hair, always long and uncontrollably curly, had been cut into short, half-moon curls framing her face, which was expertly made up to look years older than her real age of 22, a year younger than I was. In a flower print dress and high heels, she looked like a little girl who had gotten good at playing dress-up, and I felt childish in my blue jeans and embroidered blouse. "Oh, Martha, I'm so glad you're here," Sophie babbled as I followed her through a sparsely decorated living room and into the kitchen. She dried her hands on her apron and hung it on a hook mounted on the wall next to the kitchen door. "Well, this is the new house. What do you think? I know it's not finished, but it's so much farther along than the rest of the houses in this area since ours was the prototype house, you know." "Prototype house?" "Well, Big Creek is being built by an architecture firm, all at once. The firm bought a bunch of land, created a few designs for houses, and started building. So far, we've got a few finished sections, plus some that are partially done - like ours - and a little plaza with a grocery store, a school, those kinds of things. "And it's being marketed exclusively to young couples just starting out, which will be great; we'll have built-in friends, and so will our children. In every section they built one house first, to show potential buyers. When Walter heard that this prototype was available, well, we just jumped at the chance." "Walter?" I asked Sophie tentatively. I guessed that Walter was Sophie's husband, but I had never met the man; circumstances - my schooling and travel, and her marriage - had conspired to keep me away from Sophie for years. She and Walter had married while I was still in college, during finals week of my junior year, making it impossible for me get home for the ceremony. And afterwards they had promptly moved to California, where Walter had a new job lined up. "Oh, I forgot that you haven't met Walter! Gosh, it has been a long time, hasn't it? Well, yes, Walter's my husband. Walter Rosenberg. I know; isn't it a hoot! Who'd have guessed a Catholic-school girl like me would marry a Jewish man? I mean, my mother practically had a conniption when we started seeing each other, but of course she sweetened up on him after they met. Everyone loves Walter!" I smiled and Sophie flew past me, out of the kitchen. "Let me just find a picture of him," she exclaimed on her way upstairs. I took the opportunity to sit on one of the four brand-new chairs clustered around a circular table near the window. Like the living room, Sophie's kitchen was pristine and new. The stove and refrigerator were shiny and white, and the cupboard doors still lay in an opened box on the Formica countertop. Exposed boxes of cereal and stacks of plates and dishes lined the shelves. "Found it!" Sophie said as she bounded back into the kitchen and flung herself on the chair beside me. "I haven't had a chance to get our photographs organized and into frames yet. Everything's just so crazy around here! But this is Walter." The picture Sophie handed me showed she and a man sitting on what I recognized as the sole sofa in Sophie's living room. Sophie, her hand on the man's knee and her head on his shoulder, was smiling, more at him than at the photographer. The man - Walter - was considerably older than Sophie. His dark hair was lightened by streaks of gray and a folded pair of glasses hung from his shirt pocket. But he held himself like a teenager, gangly legs jutting out at odd angles, an arm set on Sophie's shoulder as if he was a boy on his first date, breathing hard in a dark movie theater, nervous the girl would realize he was trying to make a move on her. Walter's head was ducked down a bit, a boy afraid that because he had grown taller than his father, it meant that he was now a man, too. "I know what you're thinking," Sophie said with an easy smile. "Walter's older than me; you're right. He's forty; isn't that crazy? My dad was worried sick when I told him how old Walter was, but, just like Mother, he fell in love when they met, and now they're the best of friends. Walter even took Daddy fishing on his father's boat last year, before we told him and Mother that I was expecting," she said with a giggle. "Oh, we were already married," Sophie added with a suddenly sophisticated laugh. "But we had to break it to them gently. I mean, they had barely gotten over their shock at our marriage, and then they had to accept that they were about to be grandparents! They had a hard time imagining their baby girl with her *own* baby. "And they're nothing like Walter's parents," she said with a sideways grin. "They weren't a bit surprised. In fact, they'd been pressuring us for a grandbaby since the wedding! Then again, they're older than my parents and they've been waiting longer. Walter has a sister and brother and they both have children, but Walter's their youngest and, oh, you know how it is with parents; they just want everything for all their kids. "In fact," she said in a lowered voice, as if Walter's parents were about to jump out of the door-less broom closet, "they've been hinting after *another* baby! I know, I know, can you believe it? I mean, I just can't keep up!" she said, laying a hand on her abdomen as if the second round of labor pains were already beginning. "Your father said you had a boy..." I blurted out, taking advantage of the break in Sophie's monologue. "Oh, yes, of course. You want to see the baby." She leapt from her chair, a proud grin spreading over her face. "Come on up with me. He's napping right now, but we can take a peek into his room, long as we're quiet." I nodded, but couldn't imagine Sophie quiet for even a minute. She had been boisterous as long as I'd known her, but now she was positively hyperactive, I thought as I followed her back through the living room and upstairs. At the top of the stairs sat a bathroom, door open to reveal unpainted whitewall and uncovered cupboards. On our left was what I presumed to be Sophie and Walter's bedroom. The walls was painted a dull yellow but the windows were curtainless and a stack of boxes sat in the far corner. We turned right and walked down a short hall before coming to a closed door with a blue and yellow hand-painted sign that announced it to be the "Nursery." After pressing an index finger to her lips to remind me of the need to be quiet, Sophie opened the door. The nursery looked to belong to a different house. The walls were decorated in blue and white checked wallpaper, and matching curtains covered the windows. The room was filled with baby accoutrements - a changing table, a small wardrobe, a rocking chair, a toy chest, and a crib - all fashioned from a pale grain of wood. Sophie led me to the crib, where a tiny baby was almost obscured by layers of white and blue blankets. His face was turned away from us and all I could see the swirl pattern of his hair, thin but dark brown, on the back of his head. "Isn't he just darling?" Sophie said, more of a proclamation than a question. Just as I'd feared, the baby awoke at the sound of his mother's voice. He began to make a soft, whiny noise, causing Sophie to sigh before placing a comforting hand on his back. But her touch only caused her son to awaken completely, and he began to wriggle beneath his layers of blankets. His whimpering grew in persistence and volume, until Sophie reached into the crib to extract him. "Meet Paul Walter Rosenberg," she stated as she adjusted the baby in her arms to reveal see his face. Baby Paul didn't look like either Sophie or the picture of Walter, but, then again, in my amateur opinion babies didn't begin to look like much of anything for several months. I remembered visiting my second cousin's new baby daughter when I was a child. The little girl was quite possibly the ugliest creature I'd ever seen; her face was reddened and wrinkled and her eyes could barely stay open. It was on the ride home from my second cousin's house that day that I wondered how any sane person could look at a newborn and pronounce it beautiful. But they had; both my mother and grandmother had proclaimed the baby "...gorgeous, one of the most beautiful infants I've ever seen," and they appeared to mean every word of it, not even retracting their statements once we were in the car, safe from the sensitive ears of the proud new mother. So I decided that women who give birth in the past must go through some biological change, after which their perception of beauty was severely altered. No longer could they see that another woman's newborn was as red and wrinkly as a baby rat; now they proclaimed him to be beautiful, and meant every word of it. I didn't know if I should look forward to this change as a part of growing into maternity, or if I should dread it as a sublimation of my true self to another, more dominant life form. "He's beautiful," I said, trying to sound sincere. "I think he's the spitting image of Walter, but Walter thinks he looks like me. What do you think?" There had to be a clever way to answer Sophie's question but, put on the spot the way I was, I couldn't think of it. "It's hard to tell," I stammered. "He looks a little like you, but I've only seen that picture of Walter." "That's right," Sophie said, apparently placated. I sighed with relief. "It's almost his feeding time, so I'd better get his bottle ready. We could talk while he eats," she offered, and I said, "Sure." So I followed Sophie downstairs and back into the kitchen, where she very deftly prepared the baby's bottle with the use of only her one free hand. I asked her if she needed any help - hoping she would take me to mean with the bottle, not with the baby - but she said no. "I do it like this every day," she claimed. "Haven't dropped him yet," she said with a grin. But I felt silly sitting down while she bustled through the cupboards, so I stood and watched her, watched the baby. Paul didn't yet have full control of his neck, it seemed, and his head bobbed around, resting intermittently on his mother's shoulder. He tried, apparently unsuccessfully, to focus his eyes on me, and I smiled tentatively at him. On the drive to Big Creek I'd wondered how it would be, seeing Sophie for the first time in so long. Would we no longer have anything in common? Would we fall into the same trap as so many childhood friends, finding ourselves held together by just a skinny twine of habit, ready to unravel with any strain? Or would we fall back into our old friendship like children fall back into the pool, bending their knees just right so the water wouldn't smack them on the back, sting them? "Old lady on a park bench," we used to yell before leaning backwards, pretending there was something to catch us. I watched Sophie's proficient maneuverings at the sink, at the counter, pouring the bottle. It wasn't like I'd imagined, our friendship, but I suppose nothing ever is. Instead, we were stuck in a limbo between the two; we still had ties, held together by more than a tenuous twine, but things didn't fall into place either. We were a jigsaw puzzle; we still fit together but effort and thought had to be expended to get it to go right. Finally Sophie finished and led me into the living room, a bottle in one hand, the baby in the other. We both sat on the sofa and she rearranged Paul in her arms before plugging his o-shaped mouth with the bottle. "So, how've you been?" Sophie asked. "Tell me all about *your* life; I've talked your ear off so far." "Well, I graduated about a year and a half ago. Since then I've just been traveling, just around the eastern U.S., nothing exciting." "How's your mother?" Sophie asked, her voice slipping into a more gentle tone. "She's fine, considering," I told Sophie, assuming she knew about Mother's hospitalization. "She'll be home soon, so that's good." "And where were you traveling before you came back here?" "Oh, I'd been in Kansas for a little while. I was visiting a friend there." "From college?" "No, Jonathan Kent. Remember him?" I asked Sophie. I'd told her all about Jonathan after coming home from my first visit to Kansas. "Oh, *Jon*-athan," Sophie said with a knowing grin. "I remember him. So, you two've kept in touch all these years?" "Yeah, Jonathan's a good letter-writer, and I'm okay. I wasn't good at keeping in touch when I was on the road-" "Yeah, I noticed." "Sorry about that," I said. "It wasn't just you, though. I wrote a lot of post cards, but I kept losing them or forgetting to mail them." "It's okay," Sophie said. "I've been pretty busy, too," she said with a nod down to Paul. "So. You and Jonathan are a couple." "Uh," I stammered. "Well, yes. He might be a little more serious than I am, though." "How's that?" "Well, he sort of proposed..." "He *sort of* proposed!?" "Okay, he *did* propose." "And what did you say?" "I told him no. I do love him, but that's just a really big commitment. I wanted to make sure I was ready. We've known each other for years, but we haven't been together geographically for very long, and for most of that time we were twelve!" "Yes, but if you love him..." "But do I love him *enough*?" "Enough?" Sophie asked, taking the now-empty bottle from Paul's lips and shifting him over to her shoulder. "What does that mean?" "Well, enough to be married to him for the rest of my life. That's a really big commitment, you know. Plus, Jonathan's a farmer; he'd never want to leave Kansas. So not only do I have to choose Jonathan for the rest of my life, but we'll be living on a farm, in the Middle-of-Nowhere, Kansas!" Sophie shrugged. "I followed Walter to California." "Yea, but there's more to do in California than Kansas. Besides, you came back; this is forever!" "Is there somewhere else you'd like to live?" Sophie asked. I shrugged. "Well, not really. I mean, I don't feel any urgent need to stay in Boston, and I didn't find anywhere else I particularly liked while I was traveling." Paul burped and Sophie patted his back gently. "I don't know what to tell you, Martha. Either you love him or you don't. You can think of any old excuse not to be with him. But if you love him, the excuses aren't the important thing. And I do understand how you're feeling, a little, at least. In the beginning it was hard realizing I was in love with Walter. I mean, he's eighteen years older than me; he could practically be my father! He didn't seem to mind the age difference, but it bothered me. It probably means he'll die long before me. I might be a widow for a very long time, maybe even with young children to support." I nodded; I couldn't imagine accepting a man's proposal in that situation, but, then again, if I loved him... "So eventually I told Walter why I was so skittish. I thought he'd be hurt, but it turned out he was thinking almost the same thing; he was worried he'd have to leave me, too, so that just means we have to plan better for the future, make sure that, if something does happen to him, Paul and I can at least get along. And we're having our family earlier than we would otherwise. We want to have as much time together with our children as possible. I was worried about all this, but I loved him and we worked it out. Sure, I wish Walter was ten years younger, but I can't change that." "Yeah," I said. "And, even if he was, he wouldn't be Walter, you know? He'd be a different person, and maybe I wouldn't even love him the same. I guess I'm just happy I found him, and happy he's himself." I nodded obediently, but the truth was, I needed some time to think over what Sophie had said. She wasn't in the same situation as I was, not really, but maybe everyone had worries about completely sharing their lives with someone else. Maybe Jonathan had worries, too... I started to thank Sophie, but the phone rang, cutting me off. "Would you mind taking the baby for a minute so I can get the phone?" she asked, standing and holding Paul out to me. "It's hard to hold him and the phone and write down any messages." "Er, I'm not used to..." "That's okay. He should be quiet, since he's just eaten," she said, already handing him off to me. "There, you'll be fine." The empty bottle in her hand, Sophie ran off to the kitchen. I looked down at Paul, who stared back at me expectantly. My inexperience with babies was almost an under-exaggeration; in fact, my only baby-holding experience had been at Amita's commune in New York. Two friends of hers had an eight month old "love child" who was constantly being passed from arm to arm, eventually making her way into mine. But Dillen - her name a feminized version of that of their favorite singer, Bob Dylan, who sang and played the guitar in Greenwich coffeehouses and bars - was bigger and not as fragile as Paul. Dillen could sit and crawl and even babble incoherently. But all Paul could do was lie there and trust me not to drop him. I studied his face, and his dark eyes attempted to focus on me. He squirmed in my arms, and I shifted him around until he found a comfortable position with his head resting lazily on my shoulder. I patted his back carefully, and was struck with a thought. Sophie was a year younger than me; I could have my own child right now, if my life had been different. Maybe if I'd been born to different parents, maybe if I hadn't gone to college, I would've had my own baby already. I was twenty-three years old. Even with my life the way it was, children weren't all *that* far in my future. Sure, not everyone married or had children, but I couldn't deny that most did. Being a mother could be an interesting and important job - maybe one that I'd be good at - but I was more than a little scared at the prospect too. I looked down at Paul, whose eyes had fluttered closed when he drifted off to sleep, his body resting heavily, unquestioningly, on my chest. I felt Paul's abdomen move in and out, in and out, small sounds escaping from his pink, half-open mouth as he breathed. I was struck with a grave sense of responsibility, both in just holding Paul and in my own potential as a mother. I was closer to being a mother than a child, closer to birthing than being birthed. * * * * * To be continued in part 4 ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 19:26:37 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: -= LuC =- Subject: Re: I asked FoxTel about L&C airing dates Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Jen, "??" is all i can think to say :) I spoke to one of their reps after i sent them an email and that is the information that i got... the girl i spoke to sounded pretty sure about it... i hope its right... ill get onto them again. -Luc >From: Jenny Stosser >Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" > >To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU >Subject: I asked FoxTel about L&C airing dates >Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 22:01:54 -0500 > >and got the following reply :-( >Luc: where did you get your info? >Jen >============================================================ >From: "Feedback WWW (MEL)" >Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 13:20:09 +1100 >To: "'jenerator@ozemail.com.au'" >Subject: RE: Foxtel2 User feedback response to: 'I want to Talk to Foxtel' > >Dear Jenny, > >Thanks for your email. > >Unfortunately, this programs is not scheduled to screen as none of the >channels have rights for it. I have passed on your request to our >Programming Department so if the rights do become available they may bid >for >them. > >Regards > >FOXTEL Feedback >scott26102000 > >-----Original Message----- >From: jenerator@ozemail.com.au [mailto:jenerator@ozemail.com.au] >Sent: Wednesday, 25 October 2000 21:10 >To: Feedback WWW (MEL) >Subject: Foxtel2 User feedback response to: 'I want to Talk to Foxtel' > > >Name : Jenny >Email Address: jenerator@ozemail.com.au >AccountNumber: >Enquiry : Can you please advise if you will be showing Lois & Clark: >The New Adventures of Superman, and if so, when? >-------------: ------------------- > >This message was sent through MyMail http://www.mymail.com.au _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 19:48:20 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: Question on Lois' wedding ring In-Reply-To: <20001027152223.14165.qmail@web215.mail.yahoo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 08:22 AM 10/27/2000 -0700, you wrote: >I haven't decided if Myrtle Beach exists in this >universe or not. I think there's a Myrtle Beach in North Carolina??? That's far enough away from Metropolis surely :) >With the exception of this particular story this >has been a kinder, gentler universe to L&C. This >universe has no Lex Luthor for one thing. Kinder & gentler is good, but there has to be reasons for a Superman to exist. At least Lex kept Superman on his toes (and Diana Stride was on his lips and the Lakes were after his cape, and a certain Lane woman coveted his body...) Debby huitziln@cais.net ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 05:36:02 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Story: Saving Geckoboy, part 01/01 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: Saving Geckoboy PART: (01/01) AUTHOR: Debby Stark, huitziln@cais.net SUBMITTED: October 29, 2000 RATING: G, with one curse word and lots of snappy repartee FEEDBACK: Comments welcome in all forums I have access to No Editing please (too short to edit really...) SUMMARY: Too short to summarize. Saving Geckoboy a love story by Debby Stark huitziln@cais.net "White here. I'm busy, what do you want? ...Oh, yes, I remember you." "Who is it?" "It's Kent, Lois, not that it's any of your business." "Who?" "Kent... Somebody Kent, Kent Somebody... Clark? Oh, Kent Clark--Oh? ...sorry. Clark Kent. You remember him, Lois, or you should. You burst in here during his interview." "Oh, him." "Tall," "Gawky." "dark-hair," "Needs a trim." "dressed nicely," "I could smell the manure on his overalls." "and polite--he rose when you entered." "Hayseed." "Not every man does that these days," "I swear he practiced pig calls on his way out of here." "especially when it's just you coming in." "Huh?" "I'm about the only one who'll stand for you--ah, Kent, you still there? What's all that noise?... You're in a police station? At... okay, I've got it, 42nd and Elm... Quit muttering, Lois, it's not polite--Kent? Why'd you call? Laurie said it's something about the Sarah Bernhardt Theatre and the riot. I'm sorry, but that's hours old, that's old news by now... Okay, I understand, I'm the only person you know in town, right." "Geckoboy." "Just a minute, Kent. Lois, repeat after me, 'employment applications, resumes and writing samples are always private and confidential'." "Yeah, whatever. Now about my expense account for my investigation of the sabotage of" "Kent, why are you... Okay, you were just out walking this afternoon... happened on the theatre... you saw lots of people... artists, bohemians... elderly people... and school children? The reports didn't mention... All peaceful, yes... and unarmed? Except for... placards and souvenir playbills and popcorn boxes, right, I guess they'd... But listen here, the police reports said... You're telling me the police just attacked everyone? You heard a signal? Wait, wait. You saw SWAT teams attack octogenarians and toddlers?... and you were" "Beaten to a bloody pulp?" "But you're all right, good... Oh, my... Oh, my... You stopped an officer from clubbing a... Not stopped but...? You stopped him... them... Oh, my... And you stood in front of a.... but then you got... Oh, my... How many went to the hospital?... Oh, my... I knew we should have had someone there--were there any other reporters there at all?" "Geckoboy's not a reporter and he wouldn't know one if he" "NONE? This is incredible! And you got PICTURES? Yes, I understand... You told them you were a tourist, good idea... well, yes, I know you are one, but... but the police will've have taken... You rewound the film first and they didn't see you do it? You're sure? ...Well, I understand you can't be until you get your things back but... Listen, Kent, I want you outta there and in here Right Now... Bail? How much? That's not very... Okay, it's more than you have.... This is your first offense ever? In your whole life? Not even in... where? Tunisia? When you... And they still set it that high? Yes, it is upsetting, your parents'll... No, I'm sure your parents will be proud of you... You're more upset about all the others--well, of course you'd be. I'd be, too, considering... Well, you don't need a lawyer, son. I'll pull some strings and... For your friends, too, yes, I'll see what I can... All right, all right, listen: if you write the story right" "I can write it, Chief!" "Just a minute, Kent. Lois, I know you'd write the whole damn paper if you had time, but I thought you were too busy hunting down more Prometheus rumors" "They're not rumors!" "Until you bring me proof, they're rumors and that's all they are. Listen, Kent, if you write the story right, and I'll help you, the Planet will make your friends into heroes. But first we've got to get you out of there, fast. I'll send... someone who's not busy at the moment to bail you out" "Not me! I AM busy! Send... Send Jimmy!" "Nope, Jimmy's not authorized to handle bail money." "Then authorize him! He springs Geckoboy, I shake down the police and climb all over Henderson and" "The only money I can authorize him to handle is the money I was going to budget for your Prometheus investigation, but" "No!" "'fraid so." "But that's extortion!" "No, that's an executive decision. You're lucky I'm giving you a choice. I send Jimmy to spring Geckob... I mean, Kent, and you spend the next week in the morgue doing your research rather than gallivanting across half the country on a wild goose ch" "All right, all right! But I will NOT baby-sit that farmboy once he's in here! I don't even want to SEE him again!" "Whatever. Go by Accounting on your way out. I'll have'em cut a check for you. Kent, you still there? I'm sending--hear that slam? She's on her way. You remember what she looks like? Yeah, you've got that right. She's a little tornado." the end Author's notes: This story took only a few hours total to write if you include email "conversations" with my proofer. I'd like to say "30 minutes", but there was a lot of thought behind it. It started the morning of October 25 while I was in my reading room (bathroom), perusing Adbusters magazine, #32, and an article about anarchy. The author of the article notes that most people think it awful if a protester hits a police officer. He explored this idea by talking to an anarchist friend. The anarchist recounted a story of being in an anti-death penalty protest in Montreal. Even before the march started, police had sealed the marchers in an alley--and then attacked them. The witness mimed "the way a baton to the face knocked his friend down onto the bike she was pushing." The article goes on in more depth, but I was already thinking: what would Lois and/or Clark do if caught in such a situation? What kind of story can I write about this for them? First, I can't use Superman; he's too overwhelming, no police would ignore civil rights with Superman there. Clark's better to put in that situation (I prefer writing about him anyhow). When in his life would something like this be most surprising to him? Early on--yet when he's in Metropolis already, where such an action would surprise him because he's got an idealic view of the place. We know of one protest march he witnessed, so I'll put him there, and twist this and change that... That gave me who and where, and the pilot offered enough of a why (the protest). "How" to tell the story required more thought, but I did that in the shower. Out of the shower I stopped by my computer long enough to jot down a few sentences to spark my memory if I couldn't get back to the story idea for a while. Then I made my breakfast and prepared my lunch. This gave me more time to think. How to tell the story? Whose point of view? I prefer Clark's, but for some reason I didn't want to worry about writing a lot descriptive narrative--what the police station looks like from CK's POV, or what Perry's office looks like from Perry's or Lois's POV--because, frankly, we fans either already know that or can easily guess. Also, I didn't want to describe emotions because I think I wanted to accept the challenge of conveying them to the reader via only what was said between X number of characters. I also wanted to convey a sense of urgency. All those limitations ruled out telling the story from CK's POV, or bouncing from him to the others. Hat kind of narrative story telling is too wordy--this had to be something told fast. While I ate breakfast sitting before my computer (doesn't everyone do that?), I wrote the bulk of the story. I took it to work and was able to give it about 10 more minutes during a break. For example, I changed "Geckoman" to "Geckoboy" because that would reinforce for the reader Lois's opinion of the outsider (she'd barely seen him but had already filed him away). That evening I sent it off to my proofer, who has a number of her own short stories I hope she'll soon send to the list, and got her feedback. My advice then to new writers is: take situations you come across or even read about and apply them to L&C and see what happens next! Debby Huitziln@cais.net October 27, 2000 ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 08:53:36 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Story: Saving Geckoboy, part 01/01 (repost) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" This hasn't gone through yet and it's been hours :( TITLE: Saving Geckoboy PART: (01/01) AUTHOR: Debby Stark, huitziln@cais.net SUBMITTED: October 29, 2000 RATING: G, with one curse word and lots of snappy repartee FEEDBACK: Comments welcome in all forums I have access to No Editing please (too short to edit really...) SUMMARY: Too short to summarize. Saving Geckoboy a love story by Debby Stark huitziln@cais.net "White here. I'm busy, what do you want? ...Oh, yes, I remember you." "Who is it?" "It's Kent, Lois, not that it's any of your business." "Who?" "Kent... Somebody Kent, Kent Somebody... Clark? Oh, Kent Clark--Oh? ...sorry. Clark Kent. You remember him, Lois, or you should. You burst in here during his interview." "Oh, him." "Tall," "Gawky." "dark-hair," "Needs a trim." "dressed nicely," "I could smell the manure on his overalls." "and polite--he rose when you entered." "Hayseed." "Not every man does that these days," "I swear he practiced pig calls on his way out of here." "especially when it's just you coming in." "Huh?" "I'm about the only one who'll stand for you--ah, Kent, you still there? What's all that noise?... You're in a police station? At... okay, I've got it, 42nd and Elm... Quit muttering, Lois, it's not polite--Kent? Why'd you call? Laurie said it's something about the Sarah Bernhardt Theatre and the riot. I'm sorry, but that's hours old, that's old news by now... Okay, I understand, I'm the only person you know in town, right." "Geckoboy." "Just a minute, Kent. Lois, repeat after me, 'employment applications, resumes and writing samples are always private and confidential'." "Yeah, whatever. Now about my expense account for my investigation of the sabotage of" "Kent, why are you... Okay, you were just out walking this afternoon... happened on the theatre... you saw lots of people... artists, bohemians... elderly people... and school children? The reports didn't mention... All peaceful, yes... and unarmed? Except for... placards and souvenir playbills and popcorn boxes, right, I guess they'd... But listen here, the police reports said... You're telling me the police just attacked everyone? You heard a signal? Wait, wait. You saw SWAT teams attack octogenarians and toddlers?... and you were" "Beaten to a bloody pulp?" "But you're all right, good... Oh, my... Oh, my... You stopped an officer from clubbing a... Not stopped but...? You stopped him... them... Oh, my... And you stood in front of a.... but then you got... Oh, my... How many went to the hospital?... Oh, my... I knew we should have had someone there--were there any other reporters there at all?" "Geckoboy's not a reporter and he wouldn't know one if he" "NONE? This is incredible! And you got PICTURES? Yes, I understand... You told them you were a tourist, good idea... well, yes, I know you are one, but... but the police will've have taken... You rewound the film first and they didn't see you do it? You're sure? ...Well, I understand you can't be until you get your things back but... Listen, Kent, I want you outta there and in here Right Now... Bail? How much? That's not very... Okay, it's more than you have.... This is your first offense ever? In your whole life? Not even in... where? Tunisia? When you... And they still set it that high? Yes, it is upsetting, your parents'll... No, I'm sure your parents will be proud of you... You're more upset about all the others--well, of course you'd be. I'd be, too, considering... Well, you don't need a lawyer, son. I'll pull some strings and... For your friends, too, yes, I'll see what I can... All right, all right, listen: if you write the story right" "I can write it, Chief!" "Just a minute, Kent. Lois, I know you'd write the whole damn paper if you had time, but I thought you were too busy hunting down more Prometheus rumors" "They're not rumors!" "Until you bring me proof, they're rumors and that's all they are. Listen, Kent, if you write the story right, and I'll help you, the Planet will make your friends into heroes. But first we've got to get you out of there, fast. I'll send... someone who's not busy at the moment to bail you out" "Not me! I AM busy! Send... Send Jimmy!" "Nope, Jimmy's not authorized to handle bail money." "Then authorize him! He springs Geckoboy, I shake down the police and climb all over Henderson and" "The only money I can authorize him to handle is the money I was going to budget for your Prometheus investigation, but" "No!" "'fraid so." "But that's extortion!" "No, that's an executive decision. You're lucky I'm giving you a choice. I send Jimmy to spring Geckob... I mean, Kent, and you spend the next week in the morgue doing your research rather than gallivanting across half the country on a wild goose ch" "All right, all right! But I will NOT baby-sit that farmboy once he's in here! I don't even want to SEE him again!" "Whatever. Go by Accounting on your way out. I'll have'em cut a check for you. Kent, you still there? I'm sending--hear that slam? She's on her way. You remember what she looks like? Yeah, you've got that right. She's a little tornado." the end Author's notes: This story took only a few hours total to write if you include email "conversations" with my proofer. I'd like to say "30 minutes", but there was a lot of thought behind it. It started the morning of October 25 while I was in my reading room (bathroom), perusing Adbusters magazine, #32, and an article about anarchy. The author of the article notes that most people think it awful if a protester hits a police officer. He explored this idea by talking to an anarchist friend. The anarchist recounted a story of being in an anti-death penalty protest in Montreal. Even before the march started, police had sealed the marchers in an alley--and then attacked them. The witness mimed "the way a baton to the face knocked his friend down onto the bike she was pushing." The article goes on in more depth, but I was already thinking: what would Lois and/or Clark do if caught in such a situation? What kind of story can I write about this for them? First, I can't use Superman; he's too overwhelming, no police would ignore civil rights with Superman there. Clark's better to put in that situation (I prefer writing about him anyhow). When in his life would something like this be most surprising to him? Early on--yet when he's in Metropolis already, where such an action would surprise him because he's got an idealic view of the place. We know of one protest march he witnessed, so I'll put him there, and twist this and change that... That gave me who and where, and the pilot offered enough of a why (the protest). "How" to tell the story required more thought, but I did that in the shower. Out of the shower I stopped by my computer long enough to jot down a few sentences to spark my memory if I couldn't get back to the story idea for a while. Then I made my breakfast and prepared my lunch. This gave me more time to think. How to tell the story? Whose point of view? I prefer Clark's, but for some reason I didn't want to worry about writing a lot descriptive narrative--what the police station looks like from CK's POV, or what Perry's office looks like from Perry's or Lois's POV--because, frankly, we fans either already know that or can easily guess. Also, I didn't want to describe emotions because I think I wanted to accept the challenge of conveying them to the reader via only what was said between X number of characters. I also wanted to convey a sense of urgency. All those limitations ruled out telling the story from CK's POV, or bouncing from him to the others. Hat kind of narrative story telling is too wordy--this had to be something told fast. While I ate breakfast sitting before my computer (doesn't everyone do that?), I wrote the bulk of the story. I took it to work and was able to give it about 10 more minutes during a break. For example, I changed "Geckoman" to "Geckoboy" because that would reinforce for the reader Lois's opinion of the outsider (she'd barely seen him but had already filed him away). That evening I sent it off to my proofer, who has a number of her own short stories I hope she'll soon send to the list, and got her feedback. My advice then to new writers is: take situations you come across or even read about and apply them to L&C and see what happens next! Debby Huitziln@cais.net October 27, 2000 ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 12:47:46 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Rich and Dawn Subject: Message Board Index Update through October 27 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi FoLCs! Check out http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Meteor/7378/lnc.html for stories posted to Zoom's message board through October 27. New part(s) posted: A CERTAIN POINT OF VIEW: HAZEL FAUX PAS: WENDY RICHARDS IT'S IN THE STARS: SINGINGDREW (KRISTEN) AND RCPEACHES Completed stories this week: none (look for a listing of incomplete stories soon!) New stories this week: HOME III: MEMORIES: NAN SMITH Added to the Archive this week: Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Hurt by Wendy Richards and Tank Wilson And a special thank you to Diyan for providing the links to the previous parts of On The Run from Zoom's old board! Enjoy! The Index Crew ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 13:59:14 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: Re: Couple of questions about Alt-Clark... Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Fri, 27 Oct 2000 19:55:04 -0400 Pam Jernigan asked: > Just a few minor points... In Tempus, Anyone, did alt-Clark seem to > know about Krypton? Is there any evidence to suggest that he either did > or did *not* possess the globe? I think he had figured out he must be from another planet, or was afraid that he was. I'm basing this on the scene with Lois at the DP when she scares him half to death telling him what he seems to have feared the most. I kind of had the impression he was afraid the government had been keeping close tabs on him all his life. > Thanks ... it's not going to make a major difference to my story but > it'd be nice not to embarrass myself :) That's good:) It did for me, so I had him discover the globe (a la SV) to cover this situation. But, to the best of my knowledge he never actually says so in TA. Margaret ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@sympatico.ca Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www3.sympatico.ca/brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 11:48:50 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: Re: Story: Saving Geckoboy, part 01/01 Comments: cc: huitziln@CAIS.NET MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii LOL!!! I hope that you plan to post this to the archive. James ===== Phillipe: And what is your quest? Etienne Navarre: I must kill a man. Phillipe: Tell me--does this walking corpse have a name? -LadyHawke (1985) Smashing good movie. WIP for MR_D8A: 7 Days of Superman-TOC http://www.zoomway.com/boards/ubbhtml/Forum5/HTML/003005.html WIP for Elisabeth: Story of a Lifetime-TOC http://www.zoomway.com/boards/ubbhtml/Forum5/HTML/003563.html __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Messenger - Talk while you surf! It's FREE. http://im.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 15:19:56 EDT 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: Story: Saving Geckoboy, part 01/01 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Debby, great job! I didn't realize until I read this how much I miss reading new installments of Dawning. I hope this posting means you're working on more... ;) << RATING: G, with one curse word and lots of snappy repartee >> I'll say! I love your Lois and Clark banter, and you've set up a great scene, putting Perry between them. Looking forward to reading your next fic :) Christy ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 14:17:05 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: Story: Saving Geckoboy, part 01/01 In-Reply-To: <76.451330e.272c80dc@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 03:19 PM 10/28/2000 -0400, you wrote: >Debby, great job! I didn't realize until I read this how much I miss reading >new installments of Dawning. I hope this posting means you're working on >more... ;) Yeppers :) ><< RATING: G, with one curse word and lots of snappy repartee >> > >I'll say! I love your Lois and Clark banter, and you've set up a great scene, >putting Perry between them. Looking forward to reading your next fic :) > >Christy Thanks! I just need a 6-month paid vacation... I've put one around here somewhere... Debby huitziln@cais.net still looking Monkey World Fan ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 07:15:29 +1100 Reply-To: "jenerator@ozemail.com.au" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jenny or Joe Stosser Subject: looking for COURTNEY CARTER re .wavs Comments: To: "loisandclarknaos@egroups.com" , "lcnfanfic@egroups.com" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi, Apologies to anyone/everyone who gets this more than once. I got an email yesterday from a Courtney Carter who said she's a new FoLC, and that she would like all the wavs on my wav page (http://www.geocities.com/j_stosser/themewavs/themewavs.html). I tried to respond to her that if she only wanted a few wavs, she should get back to me with a list of the ones she was after, but otherwise to contact AMCiotola@aol.com regarding the L&C CD Anne is selling, which is my standard response to emails of this nature. However, my email back to Courtney bounced back as "user unknown". If anyone here knows Courtney, or where I can contact her, please let me know, so I can relay this information to her. Jen jenerator@ozemail.com.au -*-This message is umop ap!sdn (Jenerator or Some1Else on IRC) -*- JenerEight on AIM -*- ICQ 11477318 Photos of David (8) and Megan (5) on the Stosser Family HomePage http//www.geocities.com/j_stosser Please sign our guestbook! ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 16:14:39 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: Fugitive 2 Comments: To: mobile.richard@mailcity.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii What! "...never see her again." I thought this was a conclusion! Part 3 better be coming out soon! James ===== Phillipe: And what is your quest? Etienne Navarre: I must kill a man. Phillipe: Tell me--does this walking corpse have a name? -LadyHawke (1985) Smashing good movie. WIP for MR_D8A: 7 Days of Superman-TOC http://www.zoomway.com/boards/ubbhtml/Forum5/HTML/003005.html WIP for Elisabeth: Story of a Lifetime-TOC http://www.zoomway.com/boards/ubbhtml/Forum5/HTML/003563.html __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Messenger - Talk while you surf! It's FREE. http://im.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 20:39:36 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: Story: Saving Geckoboy, part 01/01 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Debby, This was delightful. I just reread Carry Tiger to Mountain this week, so it was a double pleasure. :) I hope that you are working on the next part of Dawning. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 23:49:17 -0500 Reply-To: truitt22@flash.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: timothy truitt Organization: tnt technical services Subject: Re: Story: Saving Geckoboy, part 01/01 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Debby, cute story now please continue Dawning. merry