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Writing well means never having to say, 'I guess you had to be there.'
Jef Mallett, Frazz, 07-29-07

We are told that talent creates its own opportunities. But it sometimes seems that intense desire creates not only its own opportunities, but its own talents.
Eric Hoffer (1902 - 1983)

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.
Christine Bovee

Nothing great in the world has been accomplished without passion.
Georg Wilhelm, O Magazine, September 2003

Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
Cyril Connolly (1903 - 1974)

I've given my characters a healthy dose of Veritaserum and now they have to tell the truth. What does this mean for you? Ask my characters questions about anything and everything and they will truthfully answer it. So, go ahead and ask what you want. She can't beat around the bush with half-truths.

Over in biggest brother Anraí's journal, you will find a series of drabbles commemorating a very special moment for the MacEibhir family. Enjoy!

Your results:
You are Mystique

Mystique 69% Poison Ivy 65% Dark Phoenix 56% Venom 52% Catwoman 50% Apocalypse 50% The Joker 49% Juggernaut 45% Riddler 44% Dr. Doom 42% Lex Luthor 40% Mr. Freeze 39% Magneto 35% Green Goblin 33% Kingpin 29% Two-Face 21%

Sometimes motherly, sometimes a beautiful companion, but most of the time a deceiving vixen.

Click here to take the "Which Super Villain am I?" quiz...


[locked] Looks correct on more than one level, that does. [/locked]

I have a meme over here open to anyone who has roleplayed with Cait or any of my other characters. Feel free to answer as many or as few of the questions as appeals to you. And if you haven't RP'd with me but would like too, let me know!

Things change, things stay the same, and sometimes they do both at once. Cait once again had a lunch date with Zippy Levine, and once again there were family issues and heartaches on the table for discussion. But they would eat this lunch amidst the artistically lit black-and-chrome of Elle, one of the writer's recent finds as far as eateries went, instead of the far more casual Ess-a-Bagel. She fully expected Zippy to kvetch in the best Yiddish style when she saw the prices. No matter. Cait had the advance money for her latest novel and was in the mood to spend some of it indulging a friend.

Another difference and another reason for that indulgence: this time the family mess was Zippy's, not Cait's. When they'd spoken on the phone to finalize their lunch plans, the librarian had sounded depressed and angry, frustrated and apathetic all at the same time. Cait chewed her lip, murmuring responses by rote as a black-clad hostess guided her to a table for two. Hopefully a sympathetic ear and some good food-- and Elle was very good -- would help.

Scanning the menu while the server went to fetch her iced tea, Cait smiled to see that the selections had changed yet again. The fusion influences looked to circle the Mediterranean this time, incorporating Spanish, Italian, Greek and even some North African influences. Maybe some tapas to start, and then she'd likely go with the 'chef's choice' again. Venturing into the unknown was more delight than risk here. Settling back in her chair, the púca scanned the entrance for signs of Zippy's arrival.

The rules are: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

So five from my darling younger nephew:

Birthdays - When birthdays come up for the MacEibhir family I can usually be found in the kitchen, turning out as many of the celebrant's favorite dishes as I can manage in a day with some advance prep time. And since I'm not at all shy about dragooning help, the entire family seems to wind up in or around the kitchen with me.

Bumming on the couch - I have a very long couch in my living room. But then my family also has some very long individuals in it, so this is all to the good. That couch has been the scene of many pleasant activities: long talks, hours spent with cocoa and a good book, movie nights, and after-school visits from my nephew, sometimes spent trying to oudo each other in tossing popcorn and catching it in our mouths.

Mother's Day - I hope it won't embarrass you too much, m'dear, but I've still got all of those school-made Mother's Day gifts you gave me tucked away in a box. I've thought about putting the paper ones in a scrapbook.

The Great Hair Fiasco of Fifth Grade - Ah yes. This would be the epic day that a certain young relative of mine got so annoyed with his mop of wild red curls that he summoned a certain tiny blond friend of his to help him figure out a way to straighten them. After trying out every hair product they could scrounge from both of their apartments and several of the surrounding neighbors, plus an assortment of homemade concoctions the thought of which still makes me shudder, the lad's hair took on a decidedly greenish tinge.

Still curly, mind you.

So the calvary in the form of Aunt Cait got called in to fix things before Da got home and found out. Marcus, love, I apologize for laughing myself silly; it was more the woebegone look than the punked-out hair color. I whisked all concerned off to my favorite stylist, figuring Chuck might be needed for corroborative testimony on exactly what went into the the boy's hair. Jason had of course seen it all before, and set about both turning Marcus' locks their proper color again and teaching him the correct way to straighten them. However, he was strictly forbidden to actually do so until the damage grew out.

And then Rory found out anyway when he got home and couldn't miss the smell of gobs of mousse, gel, foam and Lord knows what else.

Messing with Da - Hah! As if he never messed with me. But it's true, gently abusing my three older brothers has been a favored pastime of mine since childhood. Well, I'd call it gently. They might use other words ... but I digress. Rory is the easiest to abuse, being local, and help is always ready to hand in the form of his son, his son's friends and his bandmates. I personally think we achieved our zenith so far with the series of fake Globes we planted on the newsstand just across from his apartment building, in which a rabid Breaker Street fan, Lindsay Lohan, the Duchess of Windsor and Sasquatch each claimed to be carrying his love child.

OOC: The above is of course bendytimed, with references to Marcus MacEibhir, Cait's nephew who won't be born for quite some time yet.

001. Copy and paste the following into your livejournal.
002. Bold all the things that you have in common with the person you took this from.
003. Change the things that you don't to something relevant. For example, if someone says 'I like cheese,' and you don't, give us a food you do like.

( Meme ahoy! )

That's an easy one, I must say.

( Warning: Don't click if you're hungry! )

And this being my first charloft post, I come bearing a recipe as well!

( Quadruple Chocolate Cookies )

Recipe Notes: These can freeze to keep on hand for an emergency. They also go perfectly with chick flick evenings with one's roommate; tea and deep philosophical discussions (or literary arguments) with a dear friend; ice cream, hot fudge and older brothers in desperate need of a sugar fix for various reasons (though you'd best quintuple the batch in that case); or they make a wonderful gift for no particular reason for one's da. Or, you know, you can always sit down with a bowl of unbaked dough and a spoon. :9

If you could force me to write anything, what would it be?

THE RULES:
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.
2. I'll respond by asking you five personal questions about your character/muse so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your LJ with the completely honest answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.

( Zippy's Five )

( Five from Pippa )

( Abby's Quintet )

OOC note to muns: If anyone who reposts wants to ask any OOC, not for muse knowledge questions about Cait, go right ahead. Or you can ask in a comment here; I'm flexible! ^_^

The Rules:
1. Answer each of the questions below using the Flickr Search engine.
2. Choose a photo from the first three pages.
3. Copy the URL of your favorite photos into this site: http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php
4. Save mosaic to some form of photo hosting thing and share w/world.

I like Zippy's idea of leaving off my answers. Feel free to guess!

1. First Name?
2. Favorite food?
3. Hometown?
4. Favorite color?
5. Celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What I Want To Be When I Grow Up?
10. What I Love Most In the World?
11. One Word That Describes Me?
12. A nickname?

( And the results ... )

Two ways to play:

Request kisses from Cait!
If you'd like a kiss from Caitlín, just comment here and let us know. She'll reply to your comment with a fic of sorts that involves the kiss, or put up a thread to get that kiss on its way. Or if you'd like a bit more control over the situation just start your own post and mark the entry locked to Cait and leave me a comment here letting me know where the thread is and we'll be there!

Offer kisses to Others.
If you're feeling particularly bold or adventurous, post this in your journal, note that it's open to all, and let people ask for kisses from you. Give them at least a sentence or two in response, though--none of this "*kiss*" nonsense, that's no fun.

Takes place soon after this post.

When Cait finally arrived at Zippy's apartment building, she did so juggling two large bags from Ess-a-Bagel. In addition to her librarian friend's sable on rye and her own smoked crab and shrimp on a bialy, she'd brought tortellini and eggplant salads, cole slaw, an assortment of bagels and spreads, knishes and black and white cookies. Zippy might raise eyebrows at the amount of food, but Cait knew how hungry she got after healing. She doubted there would be much in the way of leftovers.

A healing. Cait knew about Zippy's damaged knee, sensed that several kinds of pain were linked to the old injury, but she knew nothing of the details. That might possibly change today. Healing connected people in odd ways sometimes, brought out things hidden. They'd cautiously paved the way for revelations when Cait had opened up to her friend about her family's recent troubles, and they'd both openly acknowledged the mystical issues surrounding them.

It felt good to be able to do something for the other woman after unloading on her like that, to help ease the effects of a night of dancing. A conga line, hadn't she said? Cait grinned at the mental picture of feisty, wisecracking Zippy, conga-ing away.

Let's see now, button, button ... she set down one of her bags long enough to press the intercom button for 5A.

Your Love Quote

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

It certainly did ...

Leave a comment and I will:

a) Tell you why I friended you.
b) Associate you with something - a song, a color, a photo, etc.
c) Tell you something I like about you.
d) Tell you a memory I have of you.
e) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
f) Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.

Dear Abby:

I don't really know how to tell you this, but our horoscope doesn't match. I think I realized it when I threw up on George Bush and his wife, and I saw you pour syrup on my father. I'm sure you're man enough to understand that I get turned on by garbage men. I'm returning the pictures from LA to you, but I'll keep the oil stocks as a memory. You should also know that I told my psychiatrist about your eggplant-fetishism.

Greetings to your frog Leonard,
Cait

( *HEM* )

Now Robin, I'm sure that you more than anyone should be able to handle rabbit holes with panache. ;)

You Are a Traveler Soul

You're a thrill seeker who loves to be active and on the move You love to wander: between places, ideas, and people. A good communicator, you're a nonconformist and interested in the world. You are an explorer, a good storyteller, and a true dreamer. Because you're always on the move, you can be a bit fickle. It's difficult for you to make personal commitments. Don't be so quick to ignore emotional issues and problems. You're much more intuitive and psychic than you think. Souls you are most compatible with: Retrospective Soul and Dreaming Soul

Well, I've never thought of myself as fickle ... really ...

But a good storyteller? Always.