Okay. I saw this girl walk past me one day, and you know how they say that love at first sight causes time to slow down? Yeah. That actually happened. Everything around you sorta fades out too... All you see is that person. Well... I actually said this because she was wearing these pants that had these little grommets on them that glowed in the dark... (So cool!)

I've decided, on the advice of a few, to post my poems here, as they are like a diary of how this past school year has started and has been going. I may or may not add a little of what the situation was with each one, but that depends on the poem. For some, you should just be able to figure out what its about right off the bat.

Ahh, off work, listening to a football game (Dang networks didn't pick this one up) and letting my mind wander around, or stumble according to some of my friends. :)

This is a true-life poem of how it seems life is and how it makes me feel.
Its also my first post here. Show it some love? Or you know, don't hate it?

Wow. The response to my stories, even if they are old ones, is really gratifying. Thanks to all of you. I'm still working on that Whateley Epic, which is taking up a lot of my time just now. But I can tell you that Nikki stops being just a pretty princess in this one. She even gets nasty... (What?!! Nikki being nasty?!! Nah!)

This afternoon, I am doing some very casual research into my families history. I have two other full blood brothers among the crowd of my family. Their names are Aven and Logan. I was extremely surprised to find that both of those names, along with mine, are Celtic women's names.

Bad timing. Really bad timing.

I'll do what I can today as I can but that box will be gone by the end of the month.

- Erin

Has something nasty happened to Maddy's web site.

I have been unable to access the site for over 24 hours.

Tuesday October 23, 2007

first off, my thanks to Stanman for talking me into posting stories here. So, Thanks, Stan.

I was recently reminded of a very good fantasy trilogy that some of you may like or have already read and liked. It is called 'The Quickening' by Fionna McIntosh the first book is called 'Myrren's Gift'. It is a read that most of this site would enjoy especially the second and third books. just thought I would pass it on.

A.A.

( Four Poems by Edeyn Here )

I have Chapter 2 of Desert Princess almost ready to post but I am thinking that it needs an edit first. Erin has done my other work, but I think she may be waaaaay to busy right now, what with,,,,, so I am not even going to ask.

Would anyone else care to have a look before the chapter has its first blush? I am thinking that this is the end.

Gwenellen (Gwen Brown)

Recently, I've been reading lots of Maddy Bell's Gaby series. Having been born and raised in the US, there were a few words that kinda went over my head. This blog entry is about a neat resource I found and a silly ditty I made up using a couple of my newfound words. ^.~

This is the current TDOR event list as put out by the Remembering Our Dead web site:

Sydney, Australia
Will hold an event on Sunday, November 18 at Bar Me at 154 Brougham Street
(cnr William Street) Kings Cross.
1:00pmWelcome and Announcements
1:05pm "Surviving Life and Death on the Edge" norrie mAy-welby
1:30pm Light refreshments,
with Jade Starr playing appropriate songs.

Well, i just got back in from Dr. De Witt. It will be awhile before the operation. I am the one to blame too. I have a history of mental illness. I use to go to the East Side Mental Health Center. It was in walking distance. I was going because a college counselor advised me to seek treatment.

Can someone please explain why the voting mechanism works sometimes and not at others?

Jan, Thanks so much for posting A Ray of Hope. I've been to the Third Way website that you mentioned, and read a synopsis of the progressive-evangelical dialogue and manifesto that's posted there. And it does give this BC regular, at least, reason for hope that people in the US may yet find "common ground" on cultural issues.

Here I am, tail between my legs and asking for forgiveness.

Actually, that's not quite true. I'm here to apologise to Erin and to the others I pissed off through my comments on the restaurant thing.

Here it is in words that I hope cannot be misconstrued.

I agree the bouncer was out of order. I believe he acted in a bigoted and unprofessional manner and should be punished for that.

Just some thoughts on this.

First I have another story in the making. A male US Army Captain because of his background is being asked to volunteer for an unusual assignment. To infilitrate a Yakuza family in order to bring it down. My main character taking the place of a Saiko-Komon or Senior Advisor to this particular Yakuza. One that is like a financial advisor.

No one has commented on the insanely cute picture of a kitty in a jack-o'lantern I decorated the hatbox donation side panel with. I can't understand that. Don't you guys know how hard it is to find a picture like that? A public domain one that I can just use without worrying about it?

Columnist also supports gay marriage, will be honored by advocacy group

SAN FRANCISCO - For years, rumblings have surfaced on the Internet, conjecture about her casual references to “sexual orientation” and “respect.”

Now, Dear Abby is ready to say it flatly: She supports same-sex marriage.

A hijack attempt apparently took the Classic BC server (Classic BC, Tuckerspawn, Original BC, Eros Calendar, NaughtyWords, BeastlyThoughts, Ms. Midnite, Qnez mail server, et al.) down sometime this morning. A simple reboot seems to have fixed things with no real damage.

- Erin

Here's the note from Kim at Crystal's:

Tomorrow (Sunday, Oct 7) morning the servers will be going down at around 11:AM EDT. We'll try to have things up and operating normally as soon as possible. When they come up, the IP addresses will be different, so there might be a delay as the new DNS propagates.

- Kim

Okay, there have been recent events. Moving, being back in college, my brother being hit, my brother dying, losing my job, issues with three different writers' groups, having a major falling-out-misunderstanding with another group that I've decided to try to join, seasonal migraines, and even unexplained illness. All of this combined pretty much killed my inspiration for awhile. This month, things are going forward.

I have noticed that certain times I can't vote for a story I would like to.Tonight I was going to vote for Being Christina Chase but the voting button wouldn't fully display.I tried refreshing the page and it didn't work.Amy

I'm sittin' on the top of Kilimanjaro
All my heart is yearning
Like a candle burning in the night
Seasons keep on turning
Sometimes hard to keep up the fight
I will climb the ancient mountain
I will find the last flicker of the light

What a strange strange freedom
Only free to choose my chains
So hard not to weaken-
Just give up and walk away
I will climb the ancient mountain

From today's Washington Post:

Some two or three weeks ago I came across Gaby/Drew.

Every night since then I have spent hours trying to read everything I can find.
What a story.
Every chapter brings tears. Sometimes of sorrow, sometimes of joy.

It's too late for me but one hopes that many young people today will not have to suffer.

OK, well actually there are a lot, a lot, a lot of things I don't understand, see at least two-thirds of the blogs posted in the last -- well forever, and the list grows everyday. But here are some that have hit me in the last few days, starting with, maybe, the easiest.

Found the link to this in a friend's journal ( here ), and knew I had to spread the word and share:

I just finished reading "Brian to Briana" and it really highlighted an issue that I continue to to address, my own sexuality.

I wish that when a multi-chapter story is posted there could be some mention of it being four years ago when the author stopped writing ... without a conclusion and no other stories since.

If more is planned that's great .. say that somewhere ...

Cruel Crazy Beautiful World
You have to wash with the crocodile in the river
You have to swim with the sharks in the sea
You have to live with the crooked politician
Trust those things that you can never see
Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana (jesse boy) ayeye ayeye

Beyond the door, strange cruel beautiful years lie waiting for you
It kills me to know you won't escape loneliness,

September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja

Well, I was the Crucifer three weeks ago. I was not scheduled, but one of the girls was absent, so Jerri, The lady in charge of Acolytes asked me to help. Well, I was happy to, even though I was still scared. The service went off with out a hitch.

I debated whether to post this as a short story, or blog entry. While it was conceived as more of a short story, I can't in any honesty call it fiction in any way shape or form. So maybe it's best put here.

Anyone who has looked will notice that my blog entries have been few and far between...I believe this is the second in over a year's time...so I doubt they'll become any kind of regularly recurring thing. My life is too boring to bother.

http://stardustr.us/belle_of_the_ball_chapter_twenty_seven

I guess people can tell that I like this series. :)

- Erin

I would like to thank Kristina L S for putting my rambling into more coherent English.
Here now, is an edited version of My Rambling.

I have yet another doctor's appointment this coming Thursday. It is so I can have an M.R.I. done on my stomach and lower left leg. I weigh some 352.5 pounds, am 5feet 4 inches tall.

I was going along this street and the street lead to me
The song that you sang on the last evening played only in me
Just a few more steps and the key to this door
This way is not easy this way is stony
Not many agree with me but life offers so much more
It was just a little moment and I was mot here
After a little step it downed on me
Some kick you some love you some help you
Some bless you don’t set your sail if the waves reach high
Some will love you some will hate you just be yourself
On this road

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I've written a new story, a short one less than 7,500 words. 24 hours have passed. Not one single comment.

Why do I bother writing?

My moving day has been moved from Thanksgiving, to mid-October, to early October to late September to tomorrow (today?)

Incommunicado until I get things settled, shouldn't take more than a day or so.
Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

Totally non-TG related, but I thought this was a very interesting news item.

Arctic Ice Melt Opens Northwest Passage

I've noticed a couple of serials that I started to read have stopped or been discontinued.Lee way by Just me and thats the way it happened Or something close to that are two that come to mind.Does anyone know if they are going to be continued?I read a lot of storys and it's a big let down when a story's not finished.I'm not trying to be critical of the writers it is their effort that provides my enjoyment in reading their work.

Amy

My baby brother died tonight.