It's Friday night!

The blog http://www.werenotafraid.com has pics and stuff of people who are telling the terrorists, well, "We are not afraid." Sure there are lots of people waving middle fingers and some truly scary pictures (maybe the idea is to frighten al Qaeda's minions with pictures of pasty rear ends) but there are some cool SW ones if you look :).

One more week until my day at Comic Con! Even if I have to stay up all night, you will get all of the dirt before I take off for Mexico!

Do any of you know how to link to a community the way you would a regular LJ user? I haven't been able to figure that out :(.

Good news...I have finally figured out a way to finish my long neglected comedy piece "Beach Blanket Obi!" I started this thing in 2001 and now, I figured out how to finish it! Look for it soon!

A/P Comedy fic...That Time of the Month

Blame rohandove for this plot bunny.

That Time of the Month

Ice-cold fear seized Anakin's heart, breaking his meditative trance in his darkened quarters. He could feel his beloved was in pain! Horrible pain! Rushing out of the Temple as fast as he could, his mind seized upon every worst-case scenario. She was ill, someone had harmed her. Hopping into a speeder with a single leap, he frowned with anger. If anyone had hurt his angel...

Nearly wrecking the speeder into Padmé's veranda, he jumped out of the speeder and ran up the stairs two at a time toward where he could feel her presence, in the bedroom.

Padmé lay on the bed in a fetal position, clutching a pillow and muttering, "Ow, ow, ow."

"Padmé!" Anakin gasped, reaching for his lightsaber and running toward his love. "Are you all right? Who did this?"

She rolled over to look at him and growled, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm...I'm...here to rescue you? Or something?" Anakin said, feeling nine years old all over again. "I could feel that you were in terrible pain and I thought you were in danger."

"Yes I'm in pain, no I'm not in danger," she said testily. Then she rolled back over, grumbling something about Force-sensitive husbands.

"I don't understand, are you ill? Why are you so upset?" Anakin wondered who was this woman and what had she done with his normally sweet wife.

With a frustrated sigh, Padmé looked up at Anakin again. "It's that time of the month, Ani and this...ow...has been a bad day."

"What time of the month?"

"THAT time of the month!" Padmé snarled. "Didn't they teach you anything about it at the Temple? Never mind, don't answer that question."

"Ohhhh," Anakin said, his face turning bright red. "I'm so sorry...can I do anything to help?"

"Threepio's bringing me something," Padmé said just as the protocol droid walked in with a tray.

"Oh, Master Anakin, how good to see you!" Threepio set down the tray on a nighttable next to the bed. "Miss Padmé, I have your medication, water, and a box of the finest dark chocolate."

"Ooooh, dark chocolate!" Anakin said, reaching for one of the candies.

Padmé slapped his hand away, bared her teeth, and hissed at him. At that moment, she was more frightening than any army of Sith Lords. "They're MINE!!" she snarled with an evil, crazed look in her eyes.

"Aaaagh!" Anakin fled the bedroom and made haste back to the Temple, burying himself beneath his favorite blankie and cuddling with his favorite stuffed toy. He'd faced battle droids, Sith, and the likes of Asajj Ventriss but nothing prepared him for that...he resolved not to return to Padmé until her monthly cycle was over. She was just too scary.