For those post... 2010? The Nanny fans who want more fic and haven't discovered this one yet (or those older fans who thought this site was lost), let me introduce you to the Real Unofficial Nanny Home Page (RUNHP). Not online anymore, but well archived on the Internet Archive.
It was my home away from home for much of my teen years. It had screen caps when only a few people had capture cards. It shared interviews, appearances and titbits before we knew how to find them (especially us non-US folks). And it had fanfic. So much fanfic. I have personally archived about 800 stories from there.
Barb was the webmistress of the site, and especially in the beginning, you had to submit your story and she might not publish it. Also, most stories were written during the shows run, which means that most of it is Fran/Max. There is some Niles/CC, and I don't think there are any other pairings (except maybe TN Character/OC). Also, most of it is rated G or T, later stuff might be rated M/E.
Some authors made it over to FF.net (I don't think I know of any besides me who made it to AO3, if there are I would love to know) and republished stories there. But a lot are just on that site. Also, we did a virtual seventh which was quite fun.
Recommended authors: Christine Davis (F/M & N/CC), IvanaBGood (N/CC and the one who opened my eyes to that pairing), and SMB (F/M). If you want angsty teenager-written fic (some self-insert even) written by me, look for Sara (the one with the most fics).
Anyway, if you are craving more fics, if you want to see what people thought while the show was still on the air (and we didn't know even if Fran and Max would get together, let alone Niles and CC), have fun!
NB: There are later snapshots but at some point the encoding got messed up, and there are no newer (or not many at least) fics in later archiving.
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Sunday's man on the radio is, as ever, playing Golden Oldies, 'Moon River' is being sung by Danny Williams. The sun is up, skies are blue and Storm Kathleen has, for the most part, moved on. It being Sunday, the traffic lady is absent, once more joining the queues, collisions and chaos ... that or (sensibly) she's at home still beneath her duvet.
Dandelions, dandelions, dandelions!! Looks like the sun gave itself a good shake all over the garden.
So tempting to try to photograph them all ... except I think my knees would quit from all the bending down way before I'd made any real headway.
"Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons" - Vladimir Nabokov
My Grandmother used to gather the heads and make wine from them. Not good for the bees, but that liquid certainly helped her hum her favourite tunes and tilt her head towards the sun, moon and stars ...
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Free: Listen to the 1938 to 1946 Radio Play of The War of the Worlds read out by Orson Welles
This audio recording is from the original diskette production and has been digitally uploaded to the library of the University of Indiana. This production is a radio play reading of the book titled The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells. This recording, when it was live on air across America, caused a mass hysteria, panic and confusion for civilians, military personnel, government officials and media reporters alike. However, it’s still an interesting recording to listen to. Enjoy another great golden oldie.
🎵 Recording by Mercury Radio Productions
🎵 Recording part of Mercury on the Air
🎵 Type: Radio Play, Drama, Audiobook
🎵 Copyright: a 1938-1946 Mercury Radio Productions
📃 Reading by Orson Welles
📃 Based on the book “The War of the Worlds” by H.G. Wells
🗓 first recorded: 30th October 1938
🗓 last recorded: add
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Cold
a poem about surviving an abusive household
tw- implied abuse, descriptions of self harm
well here's an oldie! found this guy in my notes app the other day
I hate being cold
i always have
The way our knees meet
and our shoulders touch our ears
Hours feel like years and
Our fears feel just
that
Much
Louder
But still
I chose concrete
Still
I chose frozen
Still
I chose frozen concrete over going home
Still outside over inside
till 11 O'clock at night
that might not sound too bad
but try doing that in mid winter
Mid grade nine
Middle of the night
Some guy sits in his parking lot
Although not just a guy but a kid
Although not just a kid but a kid who live
ten metres away from where they sit
considering a blanket
But
that would mean going home
only for a moment
But still home
If you can still
call it that at this point
There's a reason to choose
Frozen concrete
over going home
Numb feet over sleep
Outside over in
And if outside is hidden
Pull inside out
When I've lost so much blood
I feel as if on frozen concrete
But still,
When ive lost so much blood
teeth meet
and release
and repeat
a rhythmless monotony
I still
Focus dizzy daze on reflection i find myself
pale
Shaking
Wavering
proud
Although not just proud
but proud that I'm in control
For if I can't escape winter
I might as well create my own
Although not proud that I've hurt myself
but proud that I've hurt myself
more than they ever could
proud knowing
Although I hate being cold
i can control my own winter
Although i no longer
sit on frozen concrete
it feels wrong when im not shivering
It feels wrong when shoes aren't shimmering with
midnight frost
Midwinter lost me
and I feel bad for leaving
Although I do hate being cold, i always have
How can fingers
be comprised
of fire and ice
at the
same time
How come I chose winter gusts over blanket
Still
No longer
Midwinter
Mid grade nine
Sidewalk sleeping a past time
Still
Finger freezing a past time
Still
Although i hate being cold i
still force myself to be
Yeah,
I was one of those bitches that wore shorts in the winter
Got pneumonia twice because of it
I was too cool for jackets
Too committed for blankets
I had to be
Good at passing time watching dew freeze
I had to be
time moves
more slowly
when you
watch it
When knees meet and shoulders touch ears
Hours feel like years and
fears feel just
that much more real
I can't feel my toes
But i can feel what might happen if i go home so
Mid winter
Mid grade nine
A guy sits in his parking lot
Although not just a guy but a kid
Although not just a kid
but a kid with phone face down on the concrete
for time moves more slowly if you watch it
Although not just a kid
but a kid counting windows going dark
Pulling hoodie strings
as tight
as they can go
leave no window
for any winter
But your own
No finger leaves sleeves without being frozen
Although not just a kid
tremors like earthquakes lips cracked like the aftermath
But a kid who lives ten metres away
Afraid
to stop shivering as that would mean
Going home
Considering a blanket
but that would mean going home so
Midwinter
Mid grade nine
A guy sits in a parking lot
Although not just a guy but a kid
Although not just a kid
but a kid who hates being cold, i always have
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DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
Some golden #oldies for your walk down memory lane. #Nostalgia #1971
Last year I posted my top ten songs of 1971 on SERENDIPITY. Here they are again in case you need another walk down memory lane.
One Hit Wonders, 1971 edition, by Rich Paschall
It’s another Golden Anniversary and we are here at the SERENDIPITY dance hall and tea room to bring you another top ten list of songs you may have forgotten, or perhaps never knew at all. Come on over in your Hot Rod…
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