{ fic rec: black box. }

I haven't done this in a while, but today feels like a good day for it. If you have five minutes, head over to tigertrapped's journal and read her latest flash fiction, Black Box. No summary because I don't want to give anything away, but it's a true exemplar of the flash format, as well as Tiger's veritable skill. Nobody does show, not tell quite so well.

edit: Alas, the post is locked. Tiger, however, is more than kindly, so if you friend her, I'm sure she'll return the effort.

{ aie. MY BRAINZ. }

Alright, guys, look: I love you all a crazy amount, even those of you with whom I rarely talk, mostly because I find you all to be brilliant and funny and human and other such awesome things (I sort of love that on my flist I know people who will obssess over shoe-tie co-ordination, and people who can tellme everything I want to know about particle physics).

BUT.

Guys! It's says pictogrammatically challenged for a reason. It took me an embarrassingly long time to work out that \o/ is not someone frowning. Someone else also does something that's like, \(>o<)/ I think? And is basically an elaborate form of \o/? GUYS. THAT'S NOT WHAT I SEE WHEN YOU SHOW ME THESE THINGS.

In that vein, would somebody please, please explain x_x? IT LOOKS LIKE A DEAD PERSON, WTF, GET IT AWAY FROM ME.

I find this to be very stressful. So I'm going to eat pizza and watch Empire Records with my housemates. Flist you later? MAYBE.