Word of warning. I might be changing providers in the next couple of weeks.
So you might see an address change soon.

And getting back to business:

---

    Belldandy looked up at the restaurant's big sign, then took
a deep breath, opened the door, and walked inside.

And was shot in the chest by an irate dwarf with a gun. But things like that
happened in Nerima.

    'Tim's Ucchan was a good business. The food was good,

recommend 'excellent' since  you just used 'good'.

    The beautiful goddess scanned around for the owner. Usually,
he would be at the table nearest the doorway to the back room,

Ah. Used to having to make quick getaways, no doubt.

 but

he really could be unpredictable sometimes--oh, there he was! What
was her line again? Ah, yes.

Bell: (In an Austrain accent) Are you Sarah Conner?

    Belldandy walked up to the pink-haired man in the Ryouga-
style outfit

Ryouga style in the sense that he looked like a 'lost' cause in it.

    "Thank you," Belldandy whispered to the Forces that Be,

'that' doesn't need to be capitalized?

    'Tim's body decreased in mass and height, a slight bulge at
the chest forming and hair length extending, leaving a long, pink
mane down her back. Her sight, petite figure was dwarfed by her
unflattering travelers' garb.

Got to have the gratuitous sex change in there, I suppose.

    Belldandy continued. "Authorized from high above, you have been
promoted; From an undiscovered class, you are now granted the full
rights and privileges of Goddess Fourth class, with limited powers.
Stand and present yourself now, Tammi, Goddess of Errors,

Oh, there's potential there, all right.

    A circle of light formed around the new goddess' form,

'body' (just used 'formed' earlier.)

    "You know," Urd commented thoughtfully, "I think he looks
a lot better like that."

Urd: Really turns on my lesbian tendencies, don't you know.

    "That's eight for eight," Urd said to her youngest sister.

    The black-haired goddess nodded. "Yeah, that's probably
enough simulations for now. We've got it down perfect."

Heh. I see. They don't stand a chance, do they?

    "Hmm," Belldandy looked down and put a concerned hand to her
mouth. "I thought about it a little more and now I'm not so sure this
is a good idea,

Nice try, but too late. The inane plan has already been theorized and
practiced. It must be initiated and backfire now. It's the way the cosmic
laws work. :)

    Urd shook her head and shrugged. "Of course it'll upset him, but
the plan's perfect like it is."

Perfectly doomed, she means. :)

    "What about marrying off Sailor Pluto to the Atomic Starlight
Knight?"

    It was Urd's turn to frown. "Uh, hey, it was a good idea," she
said defensively.

Urd: It's not my fault Pluto bungled it up by not letting him use the time
portal. A relationship is supposed to be give and take. So she should have
taken a chance and given him access to the portal.

    "How about we try something else?" suggested Belldandy. "We
could raise his height a little, declare him Demigod of Errors,
and we could fix the bugs basically just changing his outfit."

'just by changing' perhaps?

    It was a mushroom, sort of. Standing about five and a half
inches tall, it had a sort of fuzzy red wig, a white-painted
face, large floppy red shoes, baggy pants, and a large, red ball-
nose. It hopped out of the box and began to wheel around on a
unicycle on top of Amy's hardened cast.

Now that's just twisted.

    "Hey, that's cute," Amy giggled.

    *Honk-honk*Mumblegrumble* The mushroom honked its nose and
started to juggle a few tiny rainbow-colored beach-balls, mumbling
to a carnival tune.

Obvious reject from the Dead Moon Circus, eh? :)

    "Oooh." This was the most entertaining thing Amy had seen
since her last MRI scan.

When one of the interns and the doctors had started getting it on in the
room while she was being scanned. She had always had a thing for Yaoi
scenes.

    *BEEEEEEEP!*

Her pager went off.

    "Climb inside, Amy," her belly button whispered, "fun awaits
you, if you climb inside!"

At least the wallpaper isn't after her. :)

    o/AMY'S ON A TRIP TA-DAY!\o

    Amy flapped her wings and sped by the rings of Saturn.

    o/THIS GIRL'S GONE OUT TA PLAAAY!\o

Never thought I'd see this day. Now I know why. :)

    The caped superheroin

superheroine (superheroin causes drug overdoses. ^_^)

    "These lyrics lack proper grammar and pronunciation," Amy
commented to herself. "And it's not all that good, either."

    There music stopped with a great sound of a record scratching
badly in the subspace ether.

Heh. Cute again

    The girl took stock of how she felt: Better than perfect.
She maintained a wide-eyed, broadly smiling expression. Her wings
were gone, so all she had on was her hospital gown and a red, white,
and blue cape. For some strange reason, she also wore knee-length
riding boots and had about a dozen strings of beads tied around her
neck. Plus, her hair had apparently grown half a meter and was
done up in a big, puffy 'fro.

Now that's imagery. :)

    Amy suddenly found herself dancing an unholy mix of a waltz,
break-dancing, and river-dancing with her gigantic companion to a few
famous children's songs.

Yes. That is unholy.

    Amy woke up with a migraine headache the size of Ted Kennedy.

Then she should be begging for someone to end her life right now. That's
what I always did at that point. :)

    Amy meditated the last part of her dream. "And my computer?"

    "I bought you a new one. It's on the shelf," Dr. Anderson
reached over to pick up a plastic bag with Radio Shack scrawled all
over it.

Heh. Cute touch.

    Upon closer examination, the object was a small, red clown shoe.

Of course.

Okay, I have my opinions of how it went, but what does everyone else

think?

Bit too surreal for my taste. But I never cared overmuch for surreal, so
take what I say with a grain of salt.

D.B. Sommer

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