Over at http://morfs.nowhere2go.org/ Britney has updated her site with new chapters on 2 stories.

Like... why does everyone go ape dookey when they find out I hate myself?

For that matter, why does it matter that I realize how fugly I am? As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather be wrong about the truth than wrong about a lie.

Story Discussion: You Have Been Warned, do not continue if you suffer from high pretension, ego intolerance or allergies to things you haven't thought of....MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

Hmmm, I responded to a person in email and figured it was worth posting

This is my first effort to write transgendered poetry and I hope that the readers enjoy it. This has been formulating in my head and I finally decided to take it out. I tried to show the magic and excitement felt by crossdressers.

I'm not sure what happened. I did not deliberately turn off comments when I posted Julie's latest story, but there doesn't seem to be any way to change that when I put the story in Edit mode.

I was wondering why I received a few comments in PMs and there were no comments posted for everyone to see -- very strange for a JulieO story!

I don't know how else to put this warning out but someone, whose ISP appears to be in Virginia, is running a webserver on their machine. When I look at my logs, I can see the ip address of the router and that there is a small local network. Evil types could use the available info to break into such a server and hijack it for nefarious purposes.

It's ba-a-ack!

Guess I'll be sinking into pain and misery till I can get to the doctor. I woke up with a sinus headache today and it's only gotten worse. Can hardly stand to look at a computer screen. And since I'm going to ComiCon this weekend if I'm at all able, it may be Monday before I get to some things I promised people to do. Don't hesitate to remind me, I'm terrible about forgetting stuff when I'm in this much pain.

To pout or not to pout or narcissists unite or is that nutters or something..

Last week after a slightly hurtful comment exchange, which normally would not cause more than a ripple, if perhaps a little sulkiness on my part, I 'said' I was leaving.

Who cares? you may ask. Well maybe a few. Was this the response of an attention seeking, petulant drama queen? Or did the real world conspire in a dastardly manner to smack me about a bit, just for the hell of it?

Depends how cynical you are I guess.

I wanted to capture snipets of my online t-life
Lets see what happens

Another writer has left the fold. Why does this happen here every so often? Look around. This site has got to be the kindest and gentlest of writing sites. It is more of a community than any other. Of course that is the reason that it happens here; people’s emotions get spread to everyone. I mean, leave FM in a huff and who would notice? Other sites seem to be very much about one person. (Yea again, Erin. How do you make all of us feel so welcome and a part of this?)

Currently working on coding a massive unification of BigCloset Classic and BigCloset TopShelf with new software. Besides lots of personal stuff, this is why there have been no cartoons or stories from me lately. Hope to have good news this month. :)

Hey everyone, I just want you all to know that when I started writing Chrissie in 2002, I had hopes that someday it would be published. Chrissie - The Pre-Teen Years, will be published by Xlibris Press sometime this year.

I just found the following news story on Yahoo:

AMSTERDAM (Reuters) - Dutch pedophiles are launching a political party to push for a cut in the legal age for sexual relations to 12 from 16 and the legalization of child pornography and sex with animals. The party said it wanted to cut the legal age for sexual relations to 12 and eventually scrap the limit altogether.

It's been bugging me for a while, but I just can't seem to get things into writing lately. In fact it's taken me over a month just to get this little ramble into writing. I wanted to be nice and let all the readers of Their Worst Nightmare - My Dream Come True know why I haven't posted part 3 yet, well it is all ready and complete and looks great; the problem is it's all in my head and I can't get it out! AAAAAAHHHH!!

Never look back, something might be gaining on you.

Keep on trekkin'.

Sorry for the long break. It won't happen again. :-)

Also a delay while I figured a way to produce HTML this site would be happy with. The French dialogue in the text is enclosed in cite tags like this and is 'dubbed' into English, there being no way to satisfactorily do the subtitling effect.

In Erin's thread about use of tenses, the writing of explicit thoughts (expressing what a character is thinking at a specific moment in a story) came up.

I'd like to advocate a specific style for indicating that text in a story represents explicit thought. I think I first saw this used in some of Bek Corbin's stories, but Angela and I used it in "Peaches," and I've convinced Itinerant and a couple others to use it.

No thumbnail this time, but even my Mom thought this was funny. :)

Click for latest Beastly Thinking.

- Joyce

The wonder of a singing duck is not how well he sings!

I was six when it all began. I was a lazy potty trainer and at times woould pee my pants because I waited to long to get to the bathroom. Usually this was because I was interested in many other things I might have been doing at the time.

Politicians are like diapers. They both need changing regularly and for the same reason. ~ Author Unknown

For the record, I’m a fiscal conservative and a social program liberal. I voted for Bush in ‘00, but only because I despised Clinton for his China Treaty, his shell game don’t ask/don’t tell, his education policy, and his lack of ethics.

I hope you've all seen a lot of old movies. :)

Last night and today, it was very hard to draw. Sorry for the poor quality of the art.

It will probably happen before the movie comes out. :)

Have you ever wanted to visit the world of Bobby's Rainy Day Adventure? Ask someone a question? Then join me in this experimental journey.

It takes a lot of talent to be a frog. Zook demonstrates in Frisky Business. He's cruising in a manner of speaking. :)

- Joyce

The new Beastly Thoughts is up. And the first story page of [I Was a Teen-age Cheerleader] is pencilled, written, and lettered. :) Looks like Saturday is a go for that one.

The newest Beastly Thoughts is up at Number Please. The guy in the foreground is a drawing of my roommate, Adam Sanford. When you read the cartoon, you'll know how appropriate that is. :)

I've resurrected my old comic strip, Beastly Thoughts and have been posting the old cartoons with a few new ones intended for the mix. It's at Beastly Thoughts. Take a look and make a comment. :) This is what I was doing last night and why I slept so late this morning.

I've had some questions about it so this is a few brief notes on how I've been processing images. I hope it will be useful for anyone who wants to caption images or do photo stories but has never tried anything of the sort before.

Alistair 2 Zook gets sporty at the Diamond-by-the-Pond. Take a look here or here and leave a comment, please. :) Beginning of a short story arc.

I've managed to do three A2Z's now, the latest being Off His Rock. I'm beginning to get the hang of this tablet and mechanics.

With Erin's recent forays into the Dragnet style of narrative, I couldn't help but think of Top Shelf when I found this recent blog entry:

http://littleprofessor.typepad.com/the_little_professor/2006...

While the numeric address is up there, do not bookmark this site. It probably wouldn't work later if you did. Things should be entirely resolved sometime tonight or tomorrow. We've done all we can today, we're just waiting for new addresses to propagate through the web. ;)

I regret that I must remove my story "The Dalek Invasion of Bikini Beach." Elrod W. has declined permission.
I respect Elrod W.'s rights as the creator of Bikini Beach, so please do not give him any grief about it.

Gallery will be occasionally unavailable while Bob and I figure out why we are having apache crashes during times of peak load at the gallery site.

- Erin

First, anonymous comments have been turned back on but with a spam filter now. This also means that if anyone accidentally posts the exact same comment twice, it will be marked as spam and not appear until I can look at it. You'll get a heads-up notice on screen and I'll get an email to take a look if this happens. Also, comments that contain a LOT of URLs will be marked as spam until I look at them.

Hey everyone, I really am sorry that I have been gone for like forever from the site, but my health did take a turn for the worse. I'll start at the beginning for those who do not know me.

On November 1, 2001, I had a major, non-crippling stroke, caused by high blood pressure and a few other health factors. From that time I was placed on home rest, and not permitted to go to work. My doctor, in 2004, was going to give me a stress test to see if I could go back to work.

I'm recovering from a viral pneumonia, so perhaps I can blame this on the fever I endured.

Too many of you have heard/read my exhortations on homophones and the fact that Word's spell checker won't pick up on homophone errors. I just happened across this little gem, which illustrates the problem perfectly.

My story [The House on Sackett Street] was first written in 1991. It was posted on many sites under my previous pen name of Marcia Stephens. I modified it slightly and republished it the past couple of years. I really like the story and have gotten some very nice comments from friends about it. I have toyed with the idea of expanding this story with additional chapters, both before and after the wedding. I would enjoy hearing what you think about that.

Hey guys. Just posted my first little tale here; if you get a chance.
The reason for this entry is a thought that has been spinning around my tiny mind for a little while. I notice many of you wander around several sites and comment or post a discussion topic from time to time. The main 3 I peruse are FM, Saphire and now here.

The newly added Google search capability does not yet work well for BigClosetR.us or QnEZ4U.com domains because they have not been spidered. It will work later but it does work fairly well for ateros.com, the domain where the classic and original BigCloset domains still reside. This is a test, it is only a test, if it turns out to be worthless or worse it will be discontunued. :)

This is from Everybody's Scrapbook of Curious Facts, compiled by one Don Lemon and published well over 100 years ago. The author is unknown and the story line alas is not beyond criticism although it could be read as an early manifestation of feminism!

I came across it in a newspaper article by a Robert Richardson many years ago. He remarked that it may lack Maupassant's humanity and Maugham's style, but it is a story in a class of its own.

I think it is quite remarkable and should be known to a wider audience. Judge for yourself. I was reminded of it on reading the alliteration in Jezzi's sparkling 'Bimbo Bread'

We need to have at least one weepy sentimental holiday story. My sister sent me this and I thought I would pass it on. Have a Kleenex handy!!

Always believe in MIRACLES!!

Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend? Your sister?"

"Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly.

Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

"She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly.

Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.

"What is it?" Santa asked warmly.

"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but ..." the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors. "The girl in the photograph ... my granddaughter .. well, you see ... she has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa ... any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."

Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do.

jack be nimble
jack be quick
jack jump over the
candlestick
peter peter
pumpkin eater
had a wife and
couldn't keep her
put her in a
pumpkin shell
there he kept her
very well
little jack
horner sat in a
corner
eating his curds and
whey a-
long came a
spider
sat down be-
side...
her?

This is a holiday dish I make, usually by request. In fact, since I invented it, I get asked to bring it to practically every potluck and/or group dinner I go to. :)

My programming project has mired significantly. I've switched from managing the data in SQL to Access for short term convenience because VB 2003 .net doesn't support what I want to do extensively enough for now without writing entire toolboxes of interface routines.