I am very excited because I have booked my first trip to Japan. My brother and I are going to do a 14 day tour next May, including 5 days in Tokyo. Very.Very.Very.Excited.

The only downside is I'll miss my kids terribly but hey, they'll thank me when I come back with a life supply of Pocky, cuddly toys and manga, right?

I'm still plugging away learning the language so it'll be nice to put it to some use.

I just watched the first anime episode. I know. I know. So Very Last To.

But, SQUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I loves it already. It is full of the lulz. Tomorrow I shall watch much much much more of it. This is why I send my children to nursery, right, to watch anime?

Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! In June I bought porn for nerdygridbug (-10 points). In April I broke crypticmadness's X-Box (-12 points). Last Friday I bought porn for psychoxbreaker (10 points). Last Thursday I didn't flush (-1 points). In November I set cleverlilwill's puppy on fire (-66 points). Overall, I've been naughty (-79 points). For Christmas I deserve a lump of coal! Sincerely, neooldetokyo

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How come buying <lj user="nerdygridbug"> porn lost me 10 points but buying it for Last Friday I bought porn for <lj user="psychoxbreaker"> got me 10 points. I don't know about buying porn. I bought her some months on her dA account so she can *post* porn ;D

So, my ChristmasCacti fic exchangee writes awesome fics that regularly bring me much joy. So, I want my fic for said exchangee to be good, yes?

And yet I read it back and think

'meh.'

Does this happen to anyone else? I mean, I know I'm a good writer (not brilliant, mind, but you know 'good enough') so i think I'm probably being overly harsh but still


meh.

I wrote this for myself about a month ago but having finally worked out how to use fanfiction.net it's now up there.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4575726/1/The_Same_In_Any_Language

It's about an English college student (nope, not really based on me - I'm long past college age) who ends up doing a week's coaching with the Seigaku regulars. Basically, it's a humourous (I hope!) Seigaku ensemble piece thrown in with some mild hormanal Tezuka angst for mild lulz. It's not crack, and there's (shockingly for me) no slash, so I fear no-one will ever read it. But I'm proud of it :)

Erm, I should also say it's pretty lengthy - 6 chapters and about 35k words O.o

"Wright! WRIGHT! Come here please!" It was an Edgeworth order not an Edgeworth request. Reluctantly, Phoenix pushed the door open again.
"Good, now you can be witness to this so there can be no lawsuits."
Edgeworth slowly, deliberately pushed the girl away from him. "You may leave my house now, Miss ... Olivia. And I suggest you leave Larry Butz alone as well. Even he deserves better than you." She scowled at him but she didn't argue, picking up her purse and leaving the study with Edgeworth now staring at the floor with a thunderous face and Phoenix looking between the two of them trying to work out what had just occurred. Suddenly it clicked. Phoenix smiled widely.
"She's a Prosecution fangirl?"
Miles scowl deepened "Something like that. It seems she, erm, started dating Larry to get close to ..."
Phoenix began to chuckle "The Miles Edgeworth magic strikes again! Anyway, relax. She's gone. Although, I'd better go break the news to Larry..."
The prosecutor looked up and sighed before smiling slightly "I was going to ask that we keep this between ourselves but you are right, we should tell Larry. And that means ..."
"... everyone will know by the end of the weekend." The defense attorney gripped his friend lightly on the shoulder. "Come on, the jazz quartet have started playing and I'm sure I saw Godot itching to outshine the sax player."

Title: Happy Birthday, Phoenix Wright.
Pairings: None, although possible implied P/E towards the end
Rating: PG, flufftastic
Warning: Nick isn't loved by his family or the electricity company. And Gumshoe is an embarassing drunk.
Author's note: I'm mid-way through another fic but have come to a writer's block, so I thought I'd write this short three-parter (NOW FOUR PARTER!) of birthday fluff, and then return to our regularly scheduled hot attorneyslash action.

Part One
Part Two

Miles made a mental note to take his secretary to lunch on Monday as a thank you for her hard work. Hannah had arrived at 6.30pm and taken charge of the caterers and even arranged some bouquets of flowers and tasteful electric blue decorations. Guests started arriving just after 7pm, first Detective Gumshoe and Maggie (who greeted him at the door with a salute by force of habit), quickly followed by Lana Skye and her sister Ema who was home from school on holidays. Hannah opened the door and greeted more guests just as Miles was offering drinks to those already gathered in his large living room. Pesu came bounding in from the garden to meet her new playmates and was greeted enthusiastically by Ema.
"Mr. Edgeworth! I didn't know you had a dog!" succumbing to being licked all over her arms and face by the excited Shibi Inu.
More guests filed in, most of whom Edgeworth recognised from Global Studios. Will Powers seemed to fill the room, dwarfing even the sizable Gumshoe, before politely bowing his head and saying "Thank you so much for inviting me, Mr.Edgeworth, sir."
Adrian Andrews seemed to appear from nowhere and greeted her brother-in-law with a kiss on each cheek.
"This was such a lovely idea, Miles! Is Phoenix on his way?"
Miles was about to answer when he was cut off by a 'Humph! Foolish Fool, filling your house with people just for the sake of that defence attorney!"
"Ah, welcome Franzskia." Miles smiled a half-smile as he watching his younger sister survey the goings on. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out. He had a text message from Maya.

ON WAY. HAVE HIJACKED TAXI. PHOENIX NO CLUE. THERE IN FIVE.

Miles shook his head slightly wondering what 'Hijacked Taxi' meant before coughing lightly.

"Erm, ladies and gentlemen, I understand Phoenix Wright will be with us imminently. Now, what I propose is this ..."

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Title: Happy Birthday, Phoenix Wright.
Pairings: None, although possible implied P/E towards the end
Rating: PG, flufftastic
Warning: Nick isn't loved by his family or the electricity company. And Gumshoe is an embarassing drunk.
Author's note: I'm mid-way through another fic but have come to a writer's block, so I thought I'd write this short three-parter of birthday fluff, and then return to our regularly scheduled hot attorneyslash action.

Part One


Phoenix rolled over and attempted to open both eyes at once. The right eye was responding but the left eye seemed to be out of sync with signals from his brain. With a concerted effort he blinked and focussed on the alarm clock in front of him.
14.07
He grunted slightly and put his head back face down on the pillow. Then
"Whu.."
This time his head jolted up, as if responding to his own voice.
"2 in the afternoon? I slept till 2 ..."
He shook his head wondering why Maya hadn't roused him, at least in time for lunch.
"Maya!" he called, pulling on a baggy sweatshirt and heading into the living room. "MAYA!"
No answer.
He wandered into the kitchen, to find a note taped to the breakfast bar.

'Nick

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Pearly and I thought you deserved a lie-in.
We have gone out shopping. Back at 2.30.
DON'T EAT THE CAKE!

Maya'

Title: Happy Birthday, Phoenix Wright.
Pairings:  None, although possible implied P/E towards the end
Rating: PG, flufftastic
Warning: Nick isn't loved by his family or the electricity company. And Gumshoe is an embarassing drunk.
Author's note: I'm mid-way through another fic but have come to a writer's block, so I thought I'd write this short three-parter of birthday fluff, and then return to our regularly shceduled hot attorneyslash action.


"Hello, Miles Edgeworth speaking"
"Mr. Edgeworth! Hi, it's Maya!"
"Miss Fey, what a pleasant suprise. What can I do to help you? Or has Wright got you begging for information about the trial again?"
"Nah, Nah, nothing like that. Besides he just offers Gumshoe a donut if he wants to know anything. No, I'm calling about Nick. It's his birthday tomorrow ... but you know today's Saturday?"
"Yes."
"Well, he hasn't got any post. His family don't seem to have sent anything. I know he doesn't get on that well with them but ..."
"I see. And you're concerned his birthday might go unmarked."
"Yeah ... well, yeah. It seems very sad to me, Mr.Edgeworth. Is there anything we can do...?"

Miles glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 4.30pm. He still had a lot of paperwork that required his attention if he wanted a day off for himself tomorrow. He had a trial against Wright next week. It was raining heavily outside. He pinched the bridge of his nose and weighed up his options.

"Hmm. Maya, can you meet me at the Angel Food Bakery in twenty minutes?"