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Short Story Jam - You're Invited To Join In!
At his co-workers lack of interest in him and his new-found passion, Stanley turned crimson. They could never understand. He was smarter than they were, yet he still on some level wished to belong, to be able to casually discuss women as if he knew something about them. Like the stars he now gazed upon with enhanced clarity, he knew they, like women and his co-workers respect, would remain out of his grasp. Unless something happened to change that.— August 31, 2010 9:03 a.m.
The Silver Strand
I would ride a motorcycle off-road. The Rascal has handlebars, nan. But I don't think they go over 5 MPH. That's why we would have to modify it. Maybe drop a two-stroke in it.— August 29, 2010 12:27 p.m.
The Silver Strand
Only if everyone else rode one and they couldn't go over 25 MPH! I'm gonna get a Rascal and ride it on the sidewalks with impunity. I'll go Rascal-ing with you, Anti. We could soup-up the engines and go tearing through Wal-Mart.— August 28, 2010 11:30 a.m.
Poor Roseville
Yep, foiled again! I did eat. We wound up on the outdoor patio of The Red Sails, and they were having 1/2 price bottles of wine that night. It was a good night. There is a trick to getting your links to work. I have not mastered it yet, but if someone wants to share again how to do it...— August 28, 2010 10:24 a.m.
The Silver Strand
The story was terrific. Now, about the motorcycle. I hate to jump into the anti-motorcycle fray, but I am scared to death of them. I have seen first-hand the after-effects of a bad accident. Before that, I would hop on the back no problem. "Steve" had to literally be pieced back together. The UCSD nurses called them "donor"cycles.— August 27, 2010 2:31 p.m.
What??? Mr. Upbeat, Tony Robbins, Warns of Gloom
#40 - Big feet, big hands? Big shoes, big gloves.— August 27, 2010 8:46 a.m.
What??? Mr. Upbeat, Tony Robbins, Warns of Gloom
I would burn my feet. Like Don, I cannot be hypnotized, and prefer to keep it that way. Charismatic types like Mr. Robbins will always be able to charm people out of their money. Women want him, men want to be him.— August 26, 2010 5:55 p.m.
What??? Mr. Upbeat, Tony Robbins, Warns of Gloom
Don, SP meant "Lurch" from the Adams Family!! There is a remarkable resemblance between Lurch and Tony Robbins. I've always found that there are two distinct camps - those with the "EST" mindset, and the rest of us.— August 26, 2010 12:18 p.m.
Rhyme-A-Day
Grace I searched and then I found the place But then I had to run the race Sent fractures of self into space So hopeful! Perchance leave a trace? Of something that comes close to grace— August 26, 2010 10:41 a.m.
What??? Mr. Upbeat, Tony Robbins, Warns of Gloom
Mister Master of the Obvious. He is now going to reap a fortune telling the people whose pockets he cleaned out when everyone was flying high that their future's not so bright, but he's feeling their pain. And the sad thing is they will pay to hear it.— August 26, 2010 9:25 a.m.