A bit of a quick note on rusted blade. For people fallowing the story you might have noticed the lack of posting this week. This was intentional, we are kind of at the climax of the story. So we have decided to hold off posting until the story is completed. The big reason for this is that breaking up the story into weekly chapters as everything finally comes together would just be to evil, even for me.

To let you know that me, my side kick Nena and Foxy have completed our Danish odyssey and are now safely back in Sheffield a bit bruised and battered bur pretty relaxed too.

ttfn

Mads

Hi, I'm having sporadic computer issues (I think I overloaded it) so while it's up, I thought I would let anyone looking for me know, I'll try to be on, but I'm downloading a bunch of files to DVD discs so that I can free up some memory. I have a 500G backup, but I don't know how to use it!

When going back in the parts I'd written, I noticed parts that I forgot to fix before posting. So please not there may be subtle changes, nothing too big, spelling. Names and some simple sentences that made no sense and others that were just wrong and had no baring on the story,

It’s been a hectic summer. I had hoped to post sooner but real life has a way of messing up intentions. I took my vacation and loved it... despite the heat rash from hell in the nether regions I managed to get on the first day. (Note to self: dummy!!!! wear shorts on 90+ degree days when you’re going to do a lot of walking!)

AsI sit here alone celebrating my 47th birthday I know why I have become somewat alone.

I do not belong in society. Always on the outside looking in. Never able to commit to a relationship.

Too much of a coward to take my own life.

Counting the days down for death all because I never had a chance to live.

No danger here. Just a faux boy wondering "what if?"

Learning to live in my own skin.

for oodles of useless descriptions of fieldwork - I'm dormousing tomorrow - simply for research purposes of course, then cycling on Sunday - more research, naturally.

I shall probably be exhausted after the weekend (if not before) but it's been a very busy week work wise, so doing something different should be good - and those little furry critters are so cute - no not cyclists, dormice - duh!

Hello all, after a marathon writing session, two beta reads and an edit, Magnetic Personality part three is now live. I thought a Friday post would give you a bit of weekend reading and hopefully enjoyment.
Have Fun,
Diana

Just that. I hope you have a good one.

Hugs.

Maggie

For those of you who are unable to make it to the epic event that is Whedonfest, we are sad that you can't join us. There will be pictures posted and stories told of the awesome stuff auctioned, the events and all that. However for those of you who can't make it but want to give to a good cause, please send money. Saying it with green is a lovely way to share the love. You can go to the Whedonites United Paypal account, at [email protected], and enter it in as a gift.

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Okay, my day is better, well a bit. I took my daughter to the SSA to get a replacement SS card and while I was there I decided to talk to them and see if I could get my gender marker changed. The woman initially asked if I had my birth certificate. I did not but I explained that I was a MtF who had undergone transition and that this had caused problems with jobs in the past. She talked to her supervisor and came back and said that they could just change things for me. I was blown away. So another legal thing taken care of with no fuss. YAY!!

Sunday the TSA decided that they needed to hand inspect my carryon bag to verify that in fact I had a bra inside rolled up in a bag. Imagine how much threat that must have been.
Huggles
Chelle_MM

You know, soon I should stop being surprised I pass. For example, I went to my local mall to print a couple of my stories out at the library (My personal printer has decided to commit suicide). After I was done that, I went to the food court and grabbed a taco salad (I'm slowly teaching my body to enjoy healthy food). A couple of old ladies came up as I was finishing, and asked me for the time, so I got to flash my new watch. Then, when I got home, a young boy asked me to look our front garden for a ball. As far as I could tell, they saw nothing even slightly unusual about me.