"I have you now, my pretty!"

"Too Cute" was aired for the first time 13 years ago today. We got our first look at the evil Doctor Shar, close kin to the Wicked Witch of the West, who tried to turn Quinn into a Frankenstein's monster of butt fat. And we got to hear Jane ask to see Daria's boobs. AND... there was this famous exchange. Heady stuff for animated shows, but that was Daria. A great episode.

The first woman to go into space went aloft 47 years ago today aboard the spacecraft named Vostok 6. Valentina Tereshkova, you rule.

N00OooOZ!

• Should we have a regularly produced Daria comic book graphic novel to go with our DVDs? Express yourself and maybe someone at MTV will notice.
• The thread on More Crossovers Not Yet Crossed Over is galloping along all of a sudden. Lots of good ideas.
• NEW! A new Iron Chef, called The Morgendorffers' Guide to the World, has been created by DrNoGood09 on PPMB.
• NEW! OverlordMikey would like help from readers with a story he's writing, called "The Puppet Princess of Lawndale Kingdom."
  

Moar to come. Stay tooned. Oh, here it is now.

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• Daria/Dorian, by LadieT (continued): Dorian was the first of her family to recover from the bombshell Lillian had just dropped. Grandpa Morgendorffer, "Mad Dog" Morgendorffer, began life as a girl... yet my family was pretty much clueless! Dorian looked at his father. The color was slowly beginning to come back to Jake's cheeks. Lillian and Dorian sat down on either side of Jake as he searched for words.
• Finn Morgendorffer 50: Matters of State, by HolyGrail2007 (Part 1): “God, I’m so... so happy. I’m so excited I wanna scale the walls of the mall.” “I’m don’t think that’s legal,” Stacy returned, “but I know what you mean. I remember that time when camouflage came back. Made me so chipper I felt like I ate an entire bottle of honey mixed with sugar.”
• General Semantics, Private Angst, by Gwrtheyrn (Part 27): "Lie Detector! I, Daria Morgendorffer, consent to your verification of my part in this interview. Please acknowledge." Daria's voice, calm and quiet till this point, rang out sharply. "Acknowledged, Ms. Daria," said the lie detector. "If you think that we null-As are pacifists, or hamstrung by our morals, you are fundamentally wrong. We train our nervous systems to adjust to the needs of whatever situation we may encounter. Lie Detector, please confirm." "That's true," said the AI. "This means that, if we must, we can mobilize for total war at a speed which will astound you. Lie Detector, please confirm." "That's true, too," said the AI.
• Grove Hell on Earth, by Charles RB (Part 1): Helen had found out about Grove Hills by sheer chance while researching Lawndale. She could easily have missed it. Even the kids in Highland would find this a no-brainer: why send Daria to a regular high school again when she could go to a school for gifted, intellectual youngsters? In all the rush of the move and getting the admissions test done and all that, the Morgendorffers had never had the time to visit Grove Hills before it was time for Daria to actually go there. In retrospect, that had been a mistake. Like the first day of the Battle of the Somme. (FF.net)
  
• Just a Day Like Everyday, by Antonio Jarreta, a.k.a. Raskolnikov (COMPLETE!): "God, I hate this place." A bespectacled, auburn-haired girl muttered this words to her companion, a tall, lanky, raven-haired girl with bright red lips. Both seem to ignore everything and everyone around them, paying attention to each other exclusively, much like if there were a wall of glass isolated them from the rest of the specimens. "Don't worry," the raven-haired girl dodged a rogue football aimed at her head. "I'm pretty sure it hates you as much you do it."
• Two Shovels, by OverlordMikey (COMPLETE!): "Hello," said the squeaky voice of Brittany Taylor. "Hey, can you do me a favor?" Brittany looked at the clock, shocked. "It's 10 at night, Mack." Her voice went quiet. "What do you need?" "I need you to go to the store and pick up a shovel, two pairs of knee pads, and the biggest tarp they have. I'll meet you in the graveyard when you get back." Brittany's eyes shifted back and forth before answering. "Okay..."
• Unnamed story (More Crossovers Not Yet Crossed Over), by Erin M. (COMPLETE!): "This has got to be one of the dumbest ideas Ms. Li has had yet." Daria said as she looked at her new school ID. Underneath her name and photo was a bright red bar with the word "RED" emblazoned across it. "Yeah," Jane agreed, pocketing her own ID. "I mean, sure her security idea were always kind of whacked, but this seems really out there. Security clearances just for access to various areas of the building?" "Nine different ones?" Daria countered. "And why the hell are we only allowed to have access to the restrooms in between classes?" (Daria/Paranoia RPG)
  

Two Quickies

At left, Astro Jane with blue eyes (thank you, Brother Grimace) and a touched up appearance. This is win to the awesome power. At right, a flopped pic of Space Quinn, so she's got a cell phone in her right hand, not her left. Eh. Jane still rules.







Have fun, more later.

SPACE JANE! HOORAY!

[Jane Lane's webpage was nice, but I already had Astro Jane's image, so I blew it up 150% because I like this picture a lot. She appears looking exactly like this in one of my stories, forgot the name. Superhero thing. Anyway, here is her attempt to make money, in her own words, and we all know how much Jane likes money. TAG]

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[Lanebay coming up soon. TAG]