Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Rrrrowrrr! I'd hit that!

Hola! Today is Cinco de Mayo, the Fifth of May, a day to celebrate Mexican heritage. Have some Upchuck goodies.

The best goodie, however, is this: OUTPOST DARIA UPDATES THIS WEEKEND! Get your stories in ASAP! Here's how.

The latest PPMB Iron Chef is Eyes on Quinn. Wanna create a new love triangle?

NEW! Curious about "Daria" as a baby name? Here is an interesting website that gives more depth on the topic. (Note the names given for siblings.)

FF.net
  • The Quiet Ones, by Smileyfax (Part 2): As Daria and Jane filtered out of the assembly, Quinn caught up to them, a haunted look in her eyes. "Daria! We have to talk, NOW!" she demanded, grabbing Daria's arm and hauling her away. They slipped into a nearby broom closet, where they could speak without being overheard. "Daria, we have to turn ourselves in!"
  • Something Is Rotten in the State of Lawndale, by Kristen Bealer (COMPLETE!): Vengeance! Swordfighting! Self-esteem workshops! Daria must avenge her father's death, but there's less murder and more silliness in this parody of Shakespeare's Hamlet.
PPMB
  • Love Is a Series of Burning Sensations, by Undefinedlust (Part 8): Quinn heard the rumbling engine of a strange pulling up to the curb in front of the house and peeked out the window. After a moment she could see Daria and Tom emerge from a black Porsche and she thought with a small laugh that Tom was certainly moving up in the world. As surprised as she was by Tom's new car, she was more stunned by Daria's attire. Tonight must have been the night, she thought with a grin.
  • Unnamed story (Iron Chef: Angst Lord Time-trials), by Doggieboy (COMPLETE!): "Yeah, Mom, everything's going fine." Daria stared blankly at the wall of the library hall as she talked on the pay phone. "I'll try to make it next month. You know how it is, with work and all." She nodded slowly, almost mechanically, as she closed with, "I love you, too, Mom. And Dad, too. Bye." Why can't I tell her? she asked herself as she hung up the receiver. She knows something is different. Why can't I tell her?

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