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[lobelia321]

Further to this post by isiscolo, I feel moved to reccing. Because, as Isis points out, recs only ever last as long as the page they're on. Once that rec scrolls down off the screen, it disappears into the ether. So I thought, hm, why not a little rec of something I read a while ago? Plus, to test a statistical thesis of Isis's, a little pimp as well. To test if my website 'spikes'. And if I can even tell if it 'spikes' or if I am technically too clueless.

Also, I feel shame that I haven't updated my recs page in ages and ages, and also that half the links are broken. But why will people move their fics??! Why o why??

Rec from my del.icio.us.

• How to tie a bow tie, by notpoetry.

And I am also testing another notion of Isis's, namely that (apparently) we LJ-users happily click on any link whatsoever, whether it be bare-bones or have a long elaborate rec next to it. So I'm rather perversely going for the bare-bones approach (and will try the more informative approach anon, *g*). Anyway, you want my reason for reccing? Hie thee onto del.icio.us, *g*.

Self-Pimp

• When in Malta, by me. ;-)

The bones, they are bare.

Comments

[msilverstar]

I read the bow tie one. It didn't do anything for me, but then I'm not in SGA.

I read the Malta one again, and it made me oh so very twisty-chesty. I wanted Orli to choose love, or at least sex, instead of Hollywood success. Especially as the Orli in this story doesn't seem to be so very happy now.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Aha! Interesting! A reply to my bare-bones fic!

Yes, it is peculiar how some fics do not make it outside their fandom. I read a fic the other day recced by sheldrake, recced very highly too, but it meant nothing to me as the fandom meant nothing to me. Sometimes it's hard to see how much in a fic depends on a particular take on canon characterisation. Interesting that the bow tie one just simply did not translate for you.

And you re-read Malta! Oh, you are such a sweetheart. I re-read it too, of course, meaning only to update the html... It was a strange nostalgic moment, that moment; already portending the end of lotrips (at least for me). And what makes it interesting to read now is that so much of it is history (Brad's wife Jennifer!, Orli's poised at the cusp of a career) and that so much of it strangely became true (Orli did choose the Hollywood career over Ian McK's advice to do more stage-acting, and he did play romantic leads and kiss the girl). So there's an added hindsight poignancy now that the fic didn't have at the time where it was more me playing with the possibility of Hollywood success (Orli hadn't had that success yet).

Especially as the Orli in this story doesn't seem to be so very happy now.
When you say 'now', do you mean 'now' on the terrace in Malta? Or 'now' in 2006? Alas, I fear the ambivalence about Hollywood success is all my own projection, and none of it Mr Bloom's...

I'm still rather fond of the Brad in this. The most het character I've ever written. *g*