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I'm going to use this as a place to discuss search, how to use it and what people want to use it for.
A few things:
When you use multiple words in a search, the default is to perform an OR search. Searching for curly perm will turn up both curly and perm and will list first results that have both terms.
Searches are case insensitive. Perm, perm and PERM are all the same.
Searches are made for roots, so perm, perms, permed and perming are all the same. But permanent is a different word.
A plus symbol in front of a word in a search means that word is required so curly +perm will return only results that have some form of perm in them and will prefer ones that have curly, also. +curly +perm results must have both words though not necessarily next to each other.
A minus sign means do not include the following word in results so perm -curly would return results that matched perm but would not include ones that also had curly.
Quotes around a phrase will search for an exact match, but will still ignore case. "curly perm" will match Curly perm and lots of variations but both words in that order must be present.
Comments are regarded by search as part of the post.
The sidebars allow you to restrict searches to posts that match various criteria, like type of post, audience rating or authorship. At the top right is a sidebar that allows you to control how the search indexer orders results.
When we upgrade to Drupal 7, this will all change a bit but not drastically.
You can use this thread to ask questions and make comments about search.
When we left Billie and Kateri, they were the victims of a home invasion. The
story picks up from there.
I am going to put this particular story on hold for a little while, but Billie and Kateri
will be back fairly soon. Thank you, again for your support! ~Clara.
Against his better judgement, a man gives his wife a very feminine piece
of lingerie for their anniversary. She does not appreciate the gesture and makes
an offer that he takes her up on.
With everyone watching, I stepped to the table, filled a goblet, and downed it in one go.
Ugh. Whatever vintage Horatio had brought out this time, it wasn’t Asmodian. Nor I’d bet of the wines Vance had spoken highly about a long time ago, those crafted by the elves of Nidavellir. I’d forgotten how bitter were most of the offerings in Hell - heck, I’d even have preferred that Chardonnay from the dragon soiree I’d attended with Isaiah.
Dangit. Isaiah.
What was I going to tell my friend? That his greater spirit would eventually decide whether I should be allowed to exist? And if decided against, Azrael would be forced to destroy me.
Would that mean Isaiah would have to try to kill me too?
When Ozzie finally stopped to catch his breath,
Avery summed up the case in a single sentence:
"The problem is that you ordered a French Maid Costume,
and now that you're wearing it, you can't take it off."
"That's right," he said. "You make it sound simple,
but it's a nightmare, I'm telling you!"
"The students from outside the mask community are a small but rapidly growing part of our campus," Eve added, nodding in turn. "The school wasn't really intended for them, though. Some of them never really fit in, there, since they weren't interested in becoming masks. They - or their parents - just wanted training in how to use their powers; not how to fight crime, wear a costume or maintain a private identity."
Now, I’ve read the fiction, and I know how it goes. After a three-asterisk ellipsis, I wake up sore in odd places, I spot his mammoth embonpoint, and wake him in a frenzy of lust and….
I noticed Sean’s clothes a little near the end of our fifth grade year. On weekends he’d come over to my house wearing shirts I’d see his seventh grade sister wearing the year before and shorts; I know I had seen similar shorts on girls.
The Martian Manhunter and Miss Martian characters are the property of DC Comics.
Dolores studied me for a moment. "You're going out there, aren't you? That's what this is about," she asked quietly.
I nodded slowly, wanting her approval. "How can I not?" I asked. "Heatstroke is another metahuman, has to be. There's only a few of us in the whole world, can we really assume somebody else will just show up to take him on? He killed five cops, Dolores. He's going to own this city. And he works for the Cartel. You can be sure he won't be the only metahuman to go bad."
"And what will you do after that?"
"I'll go after the Carpaci family. With me dead, the D.A.'s whole case falls apart. They'll be rubbing his nose in it."
Jerry Newington is having trouble fitting into his new school. No-one is in a rush to extend the hand of friendship, the school bully has him in his sights, and worst of all he has fallen for a girl in his year who doesn’t seem to know he exists.
When the school year ends badly, Jerry is offered the chance to go stay with his Aunt for a few weeks. On the train he meets a girl who’s pretty and fun to be with and they decide to spend some time together, but Jerry can’t forget the girl he left behind.
His new friend is disappointed but offers him a gift. It is unusual, special and has consequences neither of them could possibly expect. Whatever the outcome, this is a summer they will both remember.
Jerry Newington is having trouble fitting into his new school. No-one is in a rush to extend the hand of friendship, the school bully has him in his sights, and worst of all he has fallen for a girl in his year who doesn’t seem to know he exists.
When the school year ends badly, Jerry is offered the chance to go stay with his Aunt for a few weeks. On the train he meets a girl who’s pretty and fun to be with and they decide to spend some time together, but Jerry can’t forget the girl he left behind.
His new friend is disappointed but offers him a gift. It is unusual, special and has consequences neither of them could possibly expect. Whatever the outcome, this is a summer they will both remember.
It’s a long night. Taylor’s attack went on and lasted most of the night. He either passed out from the pain of it all or it finally let him go. He slowly began to untense and unwind about 3:40 AM, we’d gone to bed about 10 so that was almost six hours of holding him and being only able to offer him my small comforts as I held him and watched as he went through hell.
I learned a hard lesson tonight. I learned what it’s like to watch somebody you love more than breathing go through something like this and not being able to do anything about it.
Gunfire was almost constant as I stared down the hall I knew held a very powerful Telepath though I still wasn’t able to see him and chewed on ideas to make things more difficult for him.
Alyssa was back in my life, and things were looking better. But then I came face to face wtih human fear at it's most primal level, and it shocked me to the core...
My relationship with Laurie suddenly comes into sharp focus. It was what? Two
months ago that I was having this same conversation with her? Only then I was
the one feeling like a fool. If she felt half as bad then as I do now, I really
feel sorry for her. I know how Andy must feel having been there myself. I need
to try to make him understand that I really do love him, regardless of the
motivation which began the relationship. That’s how Laurie got through to me.
I really, really hope this conversation has a similar ending to the one I had
with Laurie. At least we won’t be fighting mosquitoes at the same time.
Dave turned up on time on Tuesday morning and I loaded almost all of my kit into his estate car. Geoff had insisted I keep custody of our instrument, so in it went, and Dave pointedly hinted he could take the bike (and me) as well.
Sometimes, even a superhero needs to take a break. And what better place for Alena Scott than a comic book convention? But just when you thought it was safe, a new enemy appears! Can The Green Lantern save the day? Read on, True Believer!
A small warm thing had settled in my tent again and I kicked it awake to take its turn at the morning brew duties. I needed to dispose of some second hand beer. It was odd how my attitude to alcohol had changed; I always loved a good ale, but I had been using things like wine boxes as off-switches for my dreams.
What would you do to get ahead in life, in love? Would you turn your life upside down; move to a foreign country; abandon your job, your home, your family? But you wouldn't change your sex! Would you?
Getting Ahead in Romance by Maryanne Peters Now on Kindle
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