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  <title>Scylla</title>
  <subtitle>Scylla</subtitle>
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    <name>Scylla</name>
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  <updated>2007-08-04T02:12:55Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:journalfen.net:atom1:bardicsidhe:171961</id>
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    <title>xkcd.com</title>
    <published>2007-08-04T02:12:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-04T02:12:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/c201.html" target="_blank"&gt;Webcomic!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what entertainment can be created with stick people and a little sarcastic tech-humor.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:journalfen.net:atom1:bardicsidhe:776</id>
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    <title>Season 4, Ep 5 - The Ladies Man</title>
    <published>2006-08-14T18:14:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-14T18:14:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">He &lt;i&gt;cried&lt;/i&gt;. I guess I was sort of expecting it when the silence fell inside the car, but...dude, whoa.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:journalfen.net:atom1:bardicsidhe:593</id>
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    <title>Might as well start somewhere</title>
    <published>2006-08-11T03:46:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-11T03:48:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have an addiction. One that's utterly harmless. So instead of bitching about the ills of fandom like I could do, I'm just going to have it out about my newest love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, you heard me. It's a silly premise if you put it in small words. ...Constable Benton Fraser, A member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (Mountie) comes to Chicago on the trail of the killers of his father, and for reasons that are just too damned complicated to go into at this juncture, remains attached as liason to the Canadian Consulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first two seasons, Fraser hooks up with a Chicago cop - fast-talking, hard-talking Ray Vecchio, Italian background, fun accent, fun car - and the two of them fight crime like a really bizarre Batman and Robin duo. If Batman wore a red dress uniform complete with epaulets, didn't drive, had a deaf wolf as a sidekick, licked things as a manner of tracking culprits and wasn't licensed in America to carry a firearm(And don't even get me started on Robin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Third season (debate is still out, but most places I've seen refer to it as season 3), Vecchio's gone and...not gone, as another complicated situation forces the &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; Ray Vecchio to leave Chicago and go deep undercover with the mob. To protect his identity, another man steps into his old life: one Stanley "Ray" Kowalski, fuzzy-haired, tough, dark in spots and light in others, all-boy one minute and then deep and romantic the next. Fraser finds himself with a stranger for a partner, deals with the situation swimmingly and things pick up where they left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the original Ray Vecchio (David Marciano) back when the show was still primetime and making ratings in the US. And then it vanished. And then, by chance, I stumbled across somebody recc'ing fanfiction from &lt;i&gt;that series&lt;/i&gt;, only it wasn't Fraser/Ray, it was &lt;i&gt;Fraser/RayK&lt;/i&gt;, and I had &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; idea who this mystery person was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing was for certain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never even seen him and I was smitten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good RayK fic after another, I was hooked, and looking desperately for the third and fourth seasons so I could see what all the fuss was for. Have seen the third now, am in the middle of the fourth, intend to purchase both seasons when I can afford them, and oh boy, oh boy, am I in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine the folks back home on Livejournal will get tired of the fannish ravings. So I'll put them here instead.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:journalfen.net:atom1:bardicsidhe:330</id>
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    <title>So I Remembered that I Have a Journal</title>
    <published>2005-09-20T14:42:19Z</published>
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    <content type="html">And so I figured "why the fuck not?" I don't know what will end up here, or how often it will be updated. All I can say is that I came for the wank and decided to stay on.</content>
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