*offers you kissy icon to up this post's overall low sex quotient*
Where by "made me" I should probably use the more accurate "recommended gen, which because I am a loser for your recs led me to."
I choose to believe that this is a sign of your excellent taste, actually. And these are great stories, every one. *places entirely imaginary TFV Seal of Approval on them*
But who cares for accuracy? This is the internets, after all.
Isn't there a law against internet accuracy? I thought it was on the DMCA somewhere. Must check that out, and then scrutinize this journal for potential fact liabilities.
And the Board Games story was pretty intense for me, perhaps because I am too attached to board games. Especially number 5, even though you gave ample warning that it was a killer. I got a little teary-eyed.
I am also greatly attached to board games - well, I mean, pathetically attached might be a better way to put it - and it made me snuffly, too. Some day we should play a sentimental game of Candy Land and weep quietly into the Lollipop Woods together. (But, really, even a non-board-game enthusiast would get teary over that story. It's not just those of us who haunt the Games 100 every year. I think.)
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Where by "made me" I should probably use the more accurate "recommended gen, which because I am a loser for your recs led me to."
I choose to believe that this is a sign of your excellent taste, actually. And these are great stories, every one. *places entirely imaginary TFV Seal of Approval on them*
But who cares for accuracy? This is the internets, after all.
Isn't there a law against internet accuracy? I thought it was on the DMCA somewhere. Must check that out, and then scrutinize this journal for potential fact liabilities.
And the Board Games story was pretty intense for me, perhaps because I am too attached to board games. Especially number 5, even though you gave ample warning that it was a killer. I got a little teary-eyed.
I am also greatly attached to board games - well, I mean, pathetically attached might be a better way to put it - and it made me snuffly, too. Some day we should play a sentimental game of Candy Land and weep quietly into the Lollipop Woods together. (But, really, even a non-board-game enthusiast would get teary over that story. It's not just those of us who haunt the Games 100 every year. I think.)