Or at least the toner cartridge.
I've ordered a new one from the New York office, but it might take awhile. Since I like to read fics longer than 1000 words on paper and since my home printer is a piece of shit, this means that those of you who are waiting on comments will wait a little longer.
It also means that I'll be able to get back to finishing out the reading of TWoP for the first season of Heroes, the endings of Deadwood and Season 1 Carnivale and any Idol stuff that's up yet.
Having imbibed that much snark, I can resume writing NOVEL 2008 as well as the various projects and bunnies that have somehow snuck past my "NO, I'M WORKING ON A NOVEL" barricades.
So yesterday, when I pimped that comic and said it was "My friend, Tommy?" Well it, wasn't. Not any Tommy that I knew before. This guy emailed me a really nice comment on one of my Jack/Owen fics and I did think it was my friend Tommy, ex-boyfriend of my friend David O, and we just emailed back and forth ALLLLLL DAYYYYYYY, babbling about Torchwood, Capt. Jack, Slash etc.
I actually invited him over to my apartment for some Barrowmania, thinking it was this particular Tommy. Not till nearly 530PM, did it occur to me, that it might not be. So I asked.
And it wasn't. Turned out to be a perfectly lovely fellow named Tommy, but not that Tommy.
So now I have a new friend named Tommy. You can see him HERE .
I'm actually kind of psyched to have an honest to god, gay male slash fan reading my stuff, so naturally I had to ask if it met any kind of reality standard, within the parameters of "fanfic sex" vs "real sex" and he said:
Honestly (and I am not just saying
this) I read slash more for the emotional content. I've been known to
even skip through sex scenes so I can get back to the angst and/or
emotional resolution. Every now and then when I see inconsistencies
from reality, it really doesn't take anything away from the story for
me. I mean... I'm reading about parallel realities, aliens,
immortality, etc., I have plenty of suspension of disbelief to spare.
But nothing popped out at me in your fic as particularly "zomg, this
is written by a woman who doesn't get m2m action!" Your stuff worked
very well, sex and all :).
Which really made me do the happy dance, despite the rain, the cold, the limo bull-shit and the lack of toner.