hello, my name is mister burns. i believe you have a letter for me?

Have discovered that Bulk Mail folder is yet again eating e-mails that are not spam. so, um -- if anybody's written me lately and not gotten a response? That's the culprit. Stupid Bulk Mail folder. I'm gonna have to disable it.

But! The stories for the Remix Challenge are up, and that means funfunfun. And, this year in particular, means "ALOT" of timbertrick. mmmmmmm. Here's the ones I enjoyed muchly:

. Rock 'n Roll (the best of both worlds power ballad remix) - yummy and sharp and oddly hopeful
. Bedroom Dancing (the outside in remix) - the different pov-angle, used to the best possible results here
. Sex on Legs (no holleration in this dancery remix) - funnier than fucking fuck, man, read it read it!!
. Best (empty places beer & sneakers remix) - ow, ow, and then ow some more
. Damn, Baby (like porcelain remix) - i love when people can really, *really* write joey
. Spindle (you are not your fucking khakis remix) - fucked-up jc is one of the best things ever
. Just an Average Guy (the momma's boy extendamix) - lyyyyyyynnnnnnnceeeeeesssssstttttt, ohgodYES
. Milagro (the baby, it's cold outside remix) - a little bit off-kilter and wholly the better for it

And I am tickled that my remixer chose to do the Breakfast (early sunday morning) remix, because hey, that story's all about food and threeway-fucking and it's been remixed into something altogether cute and sexy and delicious-sounding, with a lot of sharp little details that I'm entirely enchanted by. I mean, the word "chivvy" was used! And it's just so warm and lazy and affectionate and just perfect. Although, I must warn you, it makes the reader very, very hungry. mmmmmmm, avocadoes and timberjoec.

i TOLD you, they BORE ME

I am busy, yet SO BORED. Somebody write me something!!

*is demandingly stupid and stupidly demanding*