Skip to comments.why do you guys keep banning me? (Zot! Because we can) (Juwish modz totally rewl!)
Posted on 06/30/2004 10:19:24 AM PDT by jj_fate
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LOL...The only ones who believed the Draft Scam were the lefties who thought it up. It is really scary when you start to believe your own lies:-)
Yeah, that was quite an amusing thing to see.
They were all blarting out their methane ware and then 'sniffing the political winds' they were passing to gauge what was going on.
(I.e. as you said: they believed their own lies.)
The thread where he says the anti-constitution stuff.
We ought to roundup a few of our favorite left wing suspects eg, "The forehead", Kerry, Carville, et al, and take them to Vegas for a stand up revue. The customers would be rolling in the isles!!
Would be great.
Begala: "Everyone knows Bush has started WW3! It's been proven by...........
Kerry: "We are in a depression that rivals 1929...I have a plan that would.......
Somebody would throw popcorn on stage at them..
And soemone would pipe up with, "You're mean-spirited!"
To which there'd be extreme laughter while another of the delusionites would be blathering ridiculous hatred at the same time as the above comment...
Oh Boy! The computer crashed before I
could save the new sections of my story.
I was so upset. Lucky for me Word
Perfect had a backup file 'cause it didn't
shut down right. Talk about relieved. Now
I'm paranoid & am saving every few sentences.
Most states have programs for "aides" (being called other names of course, such as "helpers" or "providers") and the requirements differ from state to state. Some require as much as six months of school, and others require only basic training.
Most are not live-in, but the experience can be good (or not) depending on the person one is assigned to. The most important thing is to get a GED, and, if you later decide you want or need it, you can always get your diploma.
With either one, you should be eligible for many kinds of financial aid if you want to get into a technical school or go to a regular college. And there are always people who would be willing to take in a student for a little extra help around the house once in a while.
Of course, I'm just offering what I know...;)
Congrats, you! :-)
GOOD DEAL, girl!
"We signed The Deal.
Beauty part is we have a BACK-UP offer on the place"
I was going to cross everything crossable yesterday, but I felt I would just ask for a "small favor" so I'm very happy that your news is good!
IT WOULD BE A SELLOUT
Um..GOOD MORNING, everyone! Looks like some pretty competitive people were trying for the 41,000! We're getting close to the end, now...but freedumb2003 has another thread ready for us to hi-jack...er..."appropriate"
That it would be.
My diploma is what I wanted in the first place. My mom says
I should just get my GED, but my diploma is what I really want.
As in technically it's a school?
(I'm genuinely lost on that one)
I had never been interested in going to college & was never
told it something to look to. So I don't really have any interest
in college & now everyone is telling me I should go (including mom).
65,535 (I think) - There's something in the programming of FR that won't let threads go longer than that.
As in technically it's a school?
(I'm genuinely lost on that one)"
Technical school is one that specializes in specific learning, such as Dental Assistant, Veterinary Office Assistant, Computer Programming, Paralegal Skills, Cooking (as in becoming a chef) etc.
One can usually get a grant or can otherwise qualify for a student loan of some type.
There are also adult high school classes if you want your diploma, but in some areas, the classes are only available in the evenings. It wouldn't hurt to check out what is available in your community. Look in the phone book for schools, and it should give you an idea of what is available.
"65,535 (I think) - There's something in the programming of FR that won't let threads go longer than that."
You're right. I don't know all the whys and wherefores, but that's the limit.
Maybe you could go to college and major in English. That way you could get a degree while you write. Granted, you'll have to take the gen ed classes, but after you get those out of the way, you can focus on the literature and poetry classes.
Found a troll!
Found a troll!"
Yummy! Breakfast of Stuners!
Haven't seen you around these parts for a while...
There's only one school in my area, Minisink.
I don't know what it has to offer, but I know
when I was a student there, it wasn't much.
I don't think I'd be any good at any of those professions...
I think I'd hate them all. If I'm going to do something, I
want it to be something I genuinely love.
Hmmmm...Let me think a bit...I may come up with something...
Believe it or not, I was a slacker
in english class in Highschool. I
never took well to having my reports
disfigured with pen marks (corrections).
I guess that was my stubborn writer stepping
in before I was actually much of a writer.
Good Luck on the sale of the old house.
I don't envy you moving though. I hope I never have to do it again in this life time.
He got the zot when I stepped away from keyboard.
Nothing more amusing than a Brit pretending to be an American from NEW ENGLAND.
(He used terms they don't even use THERE!)
If National ID is good enough for our armed forces, it is good enough for me. And don't use your service, if you ever had any, to defend bad ideas. I hate that.
40 posted on 11/12/2004 11:20:31 AM EST by PatriotsVoice (Patriot)
Of COURSE he would get the Zot when your back is turned...
That's how it always goes.
|This is the -Undead Thread- on its way to The Ultimate LimitTM: Last Post #65535.|
The moment you've all been waiting for ... the answer to "What is this thread about, anyway?"
Behold! The next installment is complete... I think.
It's a bit long...
He could hear her clearly throughout the day. She drifted to
him through his dreams. Funny, vampires werent supposed
to have dreams. It was one of those things stolen away when
a mere mortal became IMMORTAL... Yet he still dreamed.
He never had been like the others. As a matter of fact, he had
been made an outcast long ago. Stigmatized by the damned
themselves... oh, the irony of it he mused in his slumber. How
he laughed, laughed like a mad man when they condemned him
to such a fate... never belonging to either world, but being
imprisoned within both. Hated & persecuted, the loneliness &
silence had driven countless others to insanity, choosing oblivion
rather than living another night with the mark of such damnation.
As night fell, his senses began stirring him. He could hear her
leaving her house & walking in the direction of their rendevous
point. Though the sun had not fully set, his anticipation would let
him sleep no longer. Odd, he could almost feel his heart pounding
with excitement though he knew it couldnt possibly. Not wanting
to be late, he made a quick change & slipped out the door just as
the last rays of the sun disappeared.
She would be waiting on the corner of Shallott & Chatalain. He
had always wondered why anyone would name a street Chatalain?
Noone even knew what the word meant anymore. Suddenly he felt
tense. He didnt sense another vampire, could it be that he was
actually nervous? Imagine, at his age he joked to himself.
There she was at the rendevous, just as theyd planned. She
was wearing a little black number that was flattering in all the
right ways. He never realized she had dresses like THAT in
her closet, shed never worn such an ensemble before. His
nerves started again... he kept reminding himself the sensation
wasnt real, but it felt real, just like his pounding heart.
She smiled at him as he stood awkwardly shy on the opposite
corner. How was this frail creature doing this to him? How
could she weave such a spell without even realizing what she
was doing? He pushed forward across the intersection to her
side. The curves in that dress were even more enticing than before.
Well, hello came the lilting response. The rhythmic sway of
her voice made his mind float. He loved that feeling for some
reason beyond his ability to comprehend or explain. Is this
suitable? she worriedly asked. Perhaps she mistook the
dazed expression on his face for one of dissatisfaction.
Oh, no. Its fine. You look incredible. he said as he stumbled
for words, trying so hard not to accidentally insult her. Just
how did she do this to him?
They walked along the buildings, having conversations that
neither of them had bothered having with another living
creature in a long time. They laughed & joked as they hadnt
done in so long... he tempered his desire to tell her
EVERYTHING. If all went well, shed know in good time.
During their liberating conversation, they had neglected to
pay attention to the direction of their travel. It was wonderfully
convenient when they found themselves stumbling upon a dance hall.
Can you dance? they asked each other in an obvious state
of mental union. Both giggled at the moment before rushing
through the door. They tore up the dance floor for what seemed
to be hours, besting everyone in all the competitions & giving a
tango performance like none had seen before.
Where did you learn to dance like THAT? she asked him
after they had caught their breath. I had been taught many
forms of dance from a young age He said. Now, where
did YOU learn to dance like that? He couldnt help but
smile as she blushed. I... I started studying ballet when I
was young. When my mother died, my father sent me
away for looking so much like her. I went to live with my
aunt, my mothers sister, in Spain. While there she made
sure I learned traditional Spanish dances. When my cousin
traveled to Brazil, I was sent as a guardian. I immersed myself
in their variations of Spanish dances. He stood there stunned
Wow was all he could manage to say. She certainly explained
things in more depth than he did.
He walked her home as he had the night before, thoroughly
behaving himself. Not once had he thought of biting her, that
fact amazed him. Somehow she was able to keep his hunger
at bay. Thank you for such a wonderful night, Im looking
forward to next time she soothingly whispered before gently
giving him another kiss. This kiss was different than the last
though. Her lips met his. It had been a long time since his last
true kiss. She giggled, watching him stumble back in a lovers
daze. Once again she said goodnight before closing that big
For some odd reason that door looked familiar to him, the
reason why just wasnt coming to mind now. He wasnt
surprised though, she just KISSED him! His mind was
transported elsewhere by her soft lips.
His blissful reverie was shattered by a shadowy figure near
one of her windows. He hadnt fed all night & now was the
perfect chance. Silently he crept upon the would be burglar.
Before the wretch had time to scream he was silenced by
fangs imbedded deep in his neck. He quickly distributed the
now lifeless body in a rival cemetery, known for its mysterious
occurrences & association with the Santeria.
Now he could rest. Back to his crypt he crept, lying himself
down just before day break. He was getting to old to take
risks like that. As he drifted the image of the big cherry wood
Victorian door drifted into his supposedly impossible dreams...
where had he seen it before?
Congrats, tiamat! Hope it works out...
Wow ... that's really going good!
sionnsar is here, if briefly. Asphalt has joined the ping list now.
Subtitle under that says on my screen: "And then there's D-sheare.."
We have an ANSWER.
(Needs to be added to the LIST.)
How ya doin'?
I sure missed you! Especially since I didn't even get to say "bon voyage"!
The thread DOES have a point? AaiiieEEEEeee!
*head comes dangerously close to exploding*
I'm okay... I'm okay now.
Piffle and you know it :-). Come visit us ... a large meal, good wine, and flamenco guitar playing!
Glad you're okay. Every entity needs a purpose :-).
What was that all about? ; )
I've neglected names though. I'll
just fill those in later, I suppose.
Or just FReepmail me -- I expect to be in&out. (It's not all vacation, next week is work.)
Well, there's the ferocity with which I defend those I care about.
(Mindless golem stomping ruin Zamboni like among the wrong doers!)
So... Having the subtitle there makes sense to me.
That's true ... but there's a very good mix of action, description, and dialogue. Too much of any one is awkward, but you've got a really nice pace going.
Don't fret. Tax Chick was just venting.
I have a cold, and I'm having trouble sleeping.
Well, I'm a bit short on sleep, so this thread making
sense or having a point is inconceivable at this moment.
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