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Kinda moved :/ All my tables are gone.

I’ve still gotta go back through and fix my pages/menus. but whatev. I was honestly expecting everything to be gone with the amateurish way I handled things ::mad laughter::

Anyways, have something to read:

EXCERPT: Through a Far Off Window

He watched the living room TV through the kitchen window of the brownstone three blocks away. He liked the lady that lived there. She always had the subtitles on.

He mentally catalogued the drone of the professor, but the bulk of his attention was on the TV show. It was a petty use of metability. He knew that voyeurism was wrong.

Yet still he watched through her window. Weekday after weekday, vicariously enjoying the media that she consumed. Occasionally catching a view of her as she passed through the room. One time she’d starting playing a dancing video game and he’d been amused at her wild gyrations.

She was entirely unselfconscious in her own home. Sure that nobody could see her in her upstairs apartment.

Sometimes he was tempted to tell her to step out of the way when she blocked his view of the TV. Other times he wished that she would turn just so and enable him to see the page of the book she was reading with such fascination while things exploded and action happened on her big screen TV.

/EXCERPT

So I shut off anonymous commenting on my LiveJournal. I was suddenly getting a lot of weird spam messages because I’d joined the rankings. There were hundreds of screened comments and there was just no way I could get through them all. LiveJournal never told me they were there, so I probably dropped the ball responding to some legitimate comments too, which makes me feel bad.

Anyway, to test this out I logged out of LiveJournal and tried to comment on a post.

“Error: this user has turned off anonymous commenting.”

What the heck, LJ? That’s so stupid. Why would that be the first option, especially when it’s turned off? There’s all these commenting options — OpenID, Twitter, Facebook — yet the default is Anonymous when someone clicks from the front page.

It’s like they’re actively discouraging commenting from non-LJ users.

He had never seen anything so beautiful. He wondered what those cupid lips would taste like. How smooth would that skin be beneath his hands?

Charlemagne ghosted around the edge of the room in ever closer circles, trying to get a good look at the man he was admiring before he himself was seen. He wasn’t too worried though, as the man was staring at the stage in fascination. Charlemagne used it as an
opportunity to admire the man and subtly warn off any other vampires drawn to the man’s beauty.

A low-level growl was thrumming at the base of his throat. The lesser vampires were quick to get out of his way.

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It was odd to be so enamored by someone on first sight. He enjoyed the experience.

Charlemagne circled his prey several more times, before closing in. “Hello. My name is Charlemagne. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The guy gave him an “Are you for real look?” But there was a hint of laughter in his starry black eyes. Charlemagne found himself charmed.

“I suppose I should introduce myself, since you were cool enough to come all the way over here.” The man smiled with those rosy red lips. Charlemagne thought of those lips wrapped around him. “I am Faizel.”

“I guess I’m busted,” Charlemagne said. “I saw you from across the room and I had to meet you.”

“Cheesy, but charming.” Faizel kicked out the chair next to him. “Why don’t you take a seat? I’ll let you buy me a drink.”

Charlemagne laughed and sat down, tugging his chair closer to Faizel. Close enough that he could smell Faizel’s cologne and the deeper, headier scent of the man’s skin. He wanted to bury his face between the man’s legs and breathe him in.

It was a battle to keep his inappropriate thoughts off his face and out of his voice. “I suppose it was a bit cheesy. I think I’m a product of my times, which I’m sure took place long before your idea of cool was developed.”

Faizel grinned, displaying a set of pretty teeth. He really was near to physically perfect. “It’s nice to see a guy be honest about his own flaws. It’s somewhat refreshing.” He laughed. “I think I might want to keep you. What do you think of that?”

Charlemagne couldn’t help admiring the bold challenge in those dark eyes. “I might just let you keep me.”

“I’m still going to make you buy me those drinks, but how about we get out of here after?”

“That sounds like a lovely idea,” Charlemagne purred. He could nearly see himself falling in love. And he never once thought to try and stop his fall.