Oh good... that's good.

I wanted to be a marine biologist for a while as a kid, then decided not to be, for shark and sunken ship reasons. I don't think it's so much the sharks and ships as it is the deep water making them look so creepy... emerging out of the dark like that...

So yeah, that gave me the WILLIES!!!

OMFG!!!!

If you're willing to talk to people and spend some time, yes. I believe it does.

Welcome!

Good thing none of them had a cut or scrape... God...

OMG! AHHHH!!!

Ya think? Ugh!

OK this one:



Made me LMAO!!!!

Yes, I am a geek.

Night babe!

OWWWWWW!!!!!

I got nothin, but that last pic made me... OWWWWW!!!!

*Crosses EVERYTHING for Krupa...*

I think I may have to move from the Not Crushing thread into here.

Is it comfy? Can I put up my writers posters?

On my couch:



On my laptop... watching National Geographic. Wearing a sheer wrap with my fan on me.

It's OK, now that the sun's gone down. But it's still pretty damned hot. UGH!

I guess they DON'T have to be alive...

Then I'd spend a weekend with Mark Twain. What would we do? Talk. And talk. And talk.

Learning from HIM... that would be amazing...

Do they have to be alive now?

So... I got an idea for a book last night, for the first time in ages, and I am PSYCHED. I won't be putting the entire thing up here, for hopefully obvious reasons, but if you enjoy the chapters I will put up, PLEASE let me know? Thank you.

Here's Chapter 1...

Chapter 1

“It’s always so sad when they run.”

“When they run? Nah, the sad part is when they find out. Worst thing I ever saw, the day I ‘adda take the first one down. Ran like a rabbit, that one did. We couldn’t catch ‘im, so we hadda take ‘im down. I shot ‘im myself. Straight in the ‘ead. Pow. ‘E escaped this time. Next time, they’ll get ‘im.”

“You know, I was pretty scared myself.”

“Not me, man. I knew I weren’t one o’ them.”

“No way ya knew that, man. My niece was the sweetest child you ever did see growing up. None of us even hadda clue she was capable of… of…”

“Aw, quit yr moanin. We all of us ‘ave loved ones what weren’t what we thought they was.”

“I visit her, ya know.”

“Do ya? I didn’t think ‘er kind could ‘ave visitors.”

“Only cuz I’m a Guard. They make exception for me.”

“Why would ya even wanna visit ‘er? I ‘eard she was…”

“I know, I know. Vile. Horribly vile. But… she’s my niece.”

“No she ain’t. You know that.”

“Aye. I know.”

“And yet ya visit her.”

“Aye.”

“Family… no matter what?”

“She is family… now. Even if she weren’t… then.”

“Only by birth. Only this time.”

“Aye.”

She heard them talking. Every vowel, every consonant. Every word. They were so close to her she could hear them breathing. She concentrated hard on making sure the opposite wasn’t true.

“Well, I ‘ear tell this un’s even worse than your niece.”

“True?”

“Aye. Ever ‘ear o’ Jack the Ripper?”

“Aye. And she..?”

“Aye.”

“They’ll certainly Ask her, then.”

“Aye. They’ve been looking for ‘IM for I don’t know ‘OW long.”

She shivered. Jack the Ripper. She had never even considered that. There was no way she could tell them anything about him. But she knew, as every schoolchild did by the age of ten, how they would Ask, and she wasn’t about to let them try.

“How many years have they wanted to know what happened to him?”

“I dunno. But I do know, if ‘e escaped then, ‘e won’t escape now.”

“Where is she?”

“Moron. If I knew that, she’d be ‘ere, not there.”

“Then he may very well escape this time, too.”

There was a silence, then a smack and a sharp cry.

“Don’t be cheeky, ass’ole. Where would she go? Sooner or later they’ll find ‘er. I just wanna be the one to do it.”

“She could go to…”

“There ain’t no such place. You know that. And talking about it is ‘erasy.”

“I know.”

“Then shut your yap and ‘elp me look through this **** ‘fore I turn ya in. ‘Eretics may not ‘ave to serve full time, but they serve a ‘ell of a long time, at that.”

The talking ended then. She heard the Guards rifling around in the dumpster beside the one in which she crouched.

She began to pray very hard to a god she wasn’t sure existed.

Gotta love the sarcasm, Lex.

OK, so as one of the MAJOR contributors to, even beginners of, these threads, let me tell you that I have actually learned a LOT from you and other men here about when and how one can be WAY too judgmental.

In bed after I fall asleep, surrounded by my family. Or, shot in the head point-blank without knowing it's coming.

I've seen it happen many times. Once, I was singing along to a song that the singer couldn't get a tenth of the words out in, and her friends were all pointing at me. She waked to ME and GAVE me the mic!

Karaoke is all about supporting each-other!

Thank you babe. It just happens. Pfft.

*Pops open a cold one*

I have dibs on the funky green couch!!