"Ford's technique seemed to consist mainly of standing still for a while and smiling. After a while an animal -- a deer perhaps -- would appear from out of the trees and watch him cautiously. Ford would continue to smile at it, his eyes would soften and shine, and he would seem to radiate a deep and universal love, a love which reached out to embrace all of creation. A wonderful quietness would descend on the surrounding countryside, peaceful and serene, emanating from this transfigured man. Slowly the deer would approach, step by step, until it was almost nuzzling him, whereupon Ford Prefect would reach out to it and break its neck.

'Pheromone control,' he said it was, 'you just have to know how to generate the right smell.'"

(Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe.)

That's pretty much the effect I try for when I write. Step into my playground, story fans, and don't say you haven't been warned. ; )

Now. What in the WORLD are you doing here reading my bio. Shoo! Go read some fan fiction, silly person. Preferably mine. And review.