Never look back, something might be gaining on you.

Trust the farce! :)

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.

This actually happened to me during one commute on the 405. :)

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.

Does the duckling need a name?

Pickle is a baseball term; it's when a baserunner gets caught between two fielders who toss the ball back and forth while the runner tries to find a base before he gets tagged. :)

I spent all day drawing ducks. I hope it was worth it. :)

Frogs and turtles aren't particularly political but they have their own brand of patriotism.

Well, I've got one page of IWaTaCl done but I'm not completely happy. Specifically, I'm not happy with my inking. I may hold this episode till next weekend, if I do, I intend to post two pages then. But I just might post it sometime in the middle of the week if I'm suddenly happy with it. Thanks for the patience, story art is harder than gag art.

Alistair and Zook in No Fly Zone! marks the seventh posted A2Z and the end of the current baseball continuity!

The latest Alistair 2 Zook is available at Deep Gumbo. Is it a baseball game or a menu? :)

I'm still having fun with this and I hope everyone leaves a comment.

This one is from me. I don't know if Angel is coming here to look, I've communicated with her by email and with Jill but who knows.

Angel has apparently deleted all of her stories except A Life Ever Changing which she says she regards as belonging to BigCloset. I thought all of the writers, editors, commenters and readers belonged to BC in exactly the same way that BC belongs to them. And in a much more important way than it belongs to me.

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.

I will take a few minutes each week to peruse the writings on the various TG Storyboards. I often find myself disappointed with the lack of quality in the writing. After trying to ensure myself that it is not just a disappointment with the type of story they are writing...(for example, I am not into BDSM or forced fem)...but I still see plain, poor writing. Mispelled words, bad sentences, choppy writing that gets in the way of the story.

I love Big Closet and I visit just about every day. However, I find the layout of the site very confusing. I wanted to comment on a story and even though I am logged into the site, I can not comment. I figured that I need to have permission from the administrator before being allowed to post comments, but there isn't even a link that I can find to email the administrator.

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.

Anonymous comments have again been turned off due to spam. Sorry, but we've gotten nearly two hundred spam comments today and it takes time to delete each and every one. I'll be working on ways to block the spam while still allowing anonymous comments. Click [Annonymous Comments Off]:read more to see how to leave comments without creating a BC account.

We've been having a lot of crashes the last few days.

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. :)

Well another day has gone by and I'm still alive, I figured that was something to feel good about so I decided to celebrate with a chocolate biscuit. (cookie for those of U.S. origins)
Only problem with that is that i kind of felt guilty about eating it so went in search of something to lift my spirits.
After eating a few more chocolate biscuits I was feeling a little better, after all nothing picks me up better than a few triple choc's.
With the packet of biscuits now empty I was feeling a little guilty because I knew my dad would want one with his tea in the morning, but now he couldn't because I'd eaten them all.
Looking in the freezer I decided to have a few spoonfulls of caramel swirl ice cream, just to take my mind off the biscuits.
As no-one other than me in the house eats caramel swirl ice cream I was feeling considerably better after a few spoonfulls and at least I wouldn't have to worry about anyone complaining that I'd eaten it out of the tub.
Having eaten all of the ice cream I was a little upset with myself as after all I'm supposed to be on a diet, so figured I should at least put things straight with my health and have a salad sandwich.
Now that I've used the last of the mayonaise my sister isn't going to be happy with me in the morning when she has to prepare her school lunch. I think I should stop eating before I get in any more trouble and go outside for a cigarette.
After smoking a whole pack out on the veranda I had a dry throat so headed to the kitchen for a drink, having learnt my lesson from the mayonaise and triple choc's I decided it was best I didn't drink the last of the orange juice as mum would want that in the morning so decided on a glass of lemonade instead.
The couple of glasses of lemonade finished what was left of the bottle, but as there was another bottle in the fridge that wasn't too much of a problem. However it did tend to go straight through me so i headed to the toilet to relieve myself.
Having relieved myself of the excess lemonade I realised there was no paper with which to wipe, so a quick dash to the bathroom was in order to get a new roll out of the cupboard.
I decided not to bother with the bathroom light as it would only wake my brother who's room was just across the hall so I carefully reached into the cupboard to get a roll of toilet paper.
After knocking over most of the household cleaning supplies in the cupboard I went back down the hall to the toilet to finish up before trying to get my brother back to sleep after all the noise I'd made had woken him. I then headed back to the bathroom to clean up the mess of cleaning products I'd spilled all over the shelf in the cupboard.
An hour or so later I headed out of the bathroom certain that shelf was now the cleanest spot in the house, feeling a little worn out by the exercitions of the cleaning I went into the kitchen and had a long cold glass of orange juice.
Oh shoot!

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. :)

I found an interesting article in Discover Magazine this month. Take a look at it. It discusses the physics of one of my favorite garments.

http://www.discover.com/issues/nov-05/departments/physics-of...

the inevitable sound of age is creeping into my appearance
the feast of youth is dying in my arms
the champagne laden hope that was once my path to enlightment is being
closed down due to a restructuring of reality.

have you ever asked yourself :
where have all the wishes gone ?
where have all the hopes gone?
where have me and you, for heavens sake,
decided to drown like a bunch of easterbunnies on christmas eve ???