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John Scalzi is dispensing some pretty nice pro-writing advice over at The Whatever, including this encouraging observation:

Short of writing gay slash porn about the hot, moist love between Transformers and prehistoric trilobites ("Kekk the trilobite positioned himself on his back and opened his multiple legs welcomingly to Megatron, who began his erotic transformation. 'My God,' Kekk said, breathlessly. 'There really is more than meets the eye!'") most good writing can get sold.

Between the trilobites and my Can't Stop Falling-induced sleep deprivation (note to self: don't start an awesome and brilliant and generally squee-inducing 300k Due South AU after ten pm. Just don't. Start earlier.) and the fact that OMG it's my last day of work before connexions, I suspect I'm going to be giggly and useless all day at work.

At least the giggliness will be a change.

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(I kind of hope the 'stalking' and 'stalked by' categories aren't just an April Fool's thing. They're so apt! Plus, 'I'm going to stop stalking you now' sounds so much more appealing than 'I don't want you to be my friend anymore.')

Anyway. Fark links!

Six British cavers trapped in an underground cave in Mexico and awaiting rescue decided to pass the time by taking a
Full Monty-style picture of themselves (with strategically placed bits of equipment). It's at the top of the page, so judge work-safeness accordingly.

And, just for iuliamentis, today's Fark Photoshop challenge is If the British royal family actually had to work for a living... Results are highly variable in terms of quality and work-safeness (to say nothing of, y'know, taste) but pretty amusing nonetheless.