What's the matter with kids today?

LNC

this post contains no questions

as a matter of fact, it makes no inquiries whatsoever.

it poses no possible scenarios.

when you are done reading this post you will not be left with any
feeling that you have been asked to consider how you would answer it.

-$Zero...

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http://groups.google.com/group/misc.writing/msg/3f462596c5af2d05

That swift boat stuff comes home to roost.
http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/07/23/iraq-veteran-takes-on-mccain-in-new.../

Tuesday July 22, 2008 Rabbi Mark Sameth contends in a
soon-to-be-published article that the four-letter Hebrew name for God -
held by Jewish tradition to be unpronounceable since the year 70 -
should actually be read in reverse. When the four letters are flipped,
he says, the new name makes the sounds of the Hebrew words for "he" and
"she."
http://www.lohud.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2008807210344
Via LiveJournaller supergee, who got it from zarq.
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Surplus food distribution at Macedonia Baptist Church. The information
said to line up at 4 PM, and not before. That statement was
inoperative; by then the line stretched south down the block, then west
halfway down the next block. There wasn't much left by the time I got
to the front of the line.

According to newsweb reports Wednesday, people had started lining up
around 1 PM.

***Walked over to the Salvation Army store on Nicollet Avenue. Looked
at _Babel-17_, by Samuel R. Delany -- a book I used to love. No
longer. I think the prose style was trying too hard.

A Black One

His Sunday morning eyes stared at me;
but he gave no hint of being unwell;
I gave him the attention he sought
although those eyes haunted me thereafter.

Monday his cries caught my ears, my throat
closed in a gasp--something was different;
his body hurt; he could not describe
what ailed him, but he needed a doctor.

His eyes stayed fixed on mine as he wailed,
but he did not resist being carried off;
the doctor described the tests and costs;
catheters, glucose, antibiotics...
he recovered from anesthesia,
seemed to be doing very well, she said,
urethra unblocked, urine flows clear,
electrolytes down, but he responds well
and renal failure less certain Tuesday
as we return all foods now deemed unsafe.

this post contains no opinions

its title was conceived sometime in the evening of July 22nd, 2008 and
was promptly typed into a Window's Notepad file where other such
titles exist.

the entire content of this post was written on-the-fly in
approximately five or ten minutes, shortly before being published to
the misc.writing Usenet newsgroup.

it was transmitted over the internet via the google groups newsreader
interface approximately fourteen minutes before 8:00 PM on the
evening of July 23rd, 2008.

it stated no opinions.

it made no allegations.

it did not purposely attempt any extraordinairy feats of logic,
information, entertainment, or humor.

-$Zero...

the control freaks who control you
http://groups.google.com/group/misc.writing/msg/8de726af6edc0ba0

From Cindy Pape: http://cindyspencerpape.blogspot.com/ (edited and
selected)

You might be a writer if…

* The people in your head are ... more real than the ones sitting
around the dinner table—and far more interesting.

* You are intimately familiar with the terms POV, FLE, mss, HEA,
TSTL heroines and have several WIP’s. If you’re a romance author, you
also know about RT, RWA, MOC’s and secret-baby plots.

* You’ve memorized the submissions guidelines for at least three
publishers.

* You spend more per year on books than on shoes. [no-brainer for
guys]

* You’ve written at least one partial novel where the murder
victim bears a strong resemblance to your former boss or ex-SO. Even
if you don’t write suspense.

* You find yourself wondering, “so how can I get a centaur to be
compatible with a mermaid, "do vampires need condoms,” or "do demons
have souls?" ...

DB

Are they hams or what??

http://www.pjparks.com/images/My-boys.JPG

~ ~ ~
PJ

The roar of waves, people squealing as they play in the waves (living
dangerously), the scream of seagulls, the foghorn blowing day and night,
the deep, loud horns of freighters passing through the channel, and the
songs played by the ice cream truck.

Okay, the ice cream truck has nothing whatsoever to do with the Big
Lake, but it's a definite sound of summer so I included it here.

Now, if I *really* wanted to prove myself to be ancient, I would say
that I remember a time when there were no ice cream trucks; instead, a
guy pushed an ice cream cart up and down the street, ringing the bell by
hand, and I bought popsicles from him every day.

I'm not ancient so I think I must've dreamed that.

~ ~ ~
PJ

This out of state traveler was down in Cajun country of Louisiana. He was
on the side of the road hitchhiking on a
real dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no
cars went by.

It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face.
Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghostlike in
the rain. It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped.

Wanting a ride real bad the guy jumped in the car and closed the door; only
then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel, and no sound of
an engine to be heard over the rain. Again the...