<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417188764309638877</id><updated>2024-11-08T07:25:21.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MindAttic - A trip through a roller coaster brain</title><subtitle type='html'>A place to see interesting bits of writing, links, contests, silly little jokes and anything else I think people will find fun or interesting to read.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524506593008675008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417188764309638877.post-74936199277654451</id><published>2011-06-03T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T22:15:23.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff from my computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Hey, know what would be fun? If I took an old essay I wrote for a class and stuck it up online!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Wait, that&#39;s not fun, you say? What if I say you can tease me mercilessly about how cheesy the essay is? Or how I have nothing to blog about and have resorted to grasping at straws?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot; align=&quot;CENTER&quot;&gt;Suns and Shadows- An Essay Regarding Plato’s “Allegory of the Cave”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     This essay is about Plato’s “Allegory of the Cave,” and whether I agree or disagree with what he postulates. I agree with some of what Plato states, and I also disagree with other aspects of what he puts forth. I will use this essay to explain what Plato believes, and then state whether or not I agree with him on those points.       &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     In Plato’s “Allegory of the Cave,” Plato uses describes his theory of forms through story and metaphor. Plato describes a cave in which several prisoners are bound by chains and unable to look around at any part of their environment except what is directly in front of them. There are people with objects behind them, and a large fire that casts shadows of the objects onto the wall in front of the people. The people behind them are also talking, and the echo of their words filters down to the prisoners.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     The prisoners have no idea that there is anything behind them, and take what they are able to see or hear as what is real. If they were to get loose they would be disoriented by the new-found bright light that they were seeing and would need to slowly acclimate themselves to the new information hitting their eyes, and it would be even harder if they were dragged into the sunlight itself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     The freed prisoner would also be just as disoriented if they attempted to go back to where he was before, and would have to acclimate themselves all over again to the darkness of the cave. The other prisoners would see him as someone who had become unable to see and would decide that the outside was dangerous and a waste of time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     The essence of what Plato states is that what we see and hear with our senses and even is not what truly is, but a reflection of absolute truth. He feels that people can never understand true reality through our experience of the natural world, because we base our view of reality on assumptions that are merely our perception of what we see from where we are at the moment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     I both agree and disagree with this part of Plato’s philosophy. I do not agree that the objects in the physical world are merely a reflection of absolute truth. I do agree that our senses only perceive a reflection of truth, but I do not think that that means that the objects themselves are reflections.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     The reason that I think that our senses perceive only reflections of physical objects is that our body does not respond to the actual object when we touch it or look at it. Science has shown that our eyes are literally seeing reflections of light bouncing off objects, and not the objects themselves. Science has also shown that what we feel is actually nerves firing information to our brain, and what we hear is actually our brains interpretation of sound waves that enter our ears.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;    Science has also shown that the objects are made up of matter that is quantifiable on its own, through experiments that have been carried out. We have been able to study reactions caused by other objects that have happened independently of our senses, and some objects are not even discernable by our senses at all. The objects are real, but our perception of them is not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;      I agree that we cannot fully trust our perceptions and that they are not absolute truth, because they are only what we ourselves are able to see with the information we have gathered so far. I feel that making absolute decisions based on our perceptions of reality is a dangerous thing to do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;    Political debate in America is a good example of why we cannot trust our perceptions as if they were absolute truth. Some Republicans and Democrats stick to the perceptions about politics they have at the moment as if they were gospel and vehemently attack others who happen to look at things differently.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;    Even though both sides have valid points, there is no compromise because each side is sure that they are right and the other is wrong. The truth of the matter is lost in the close-mindedness of those who are so sure that they know what the truth is.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;      Plato believes that only through long years of rational thought can we even attempt to understand absolute truth, because thought can transcend the limitations placed on us by our biases caused by the belief that what we experience is the only angle in which to view the world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     I agree with this idea, but I do not think that only rational thought is the way to attempt to understand about absolute truth. I think that a study of the natural world through our senses, the written word, and science can also be used to understand absolute truth.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;    I feel that when we gather new information and are open to it, our perception changes, and with each new bit of information, we see things at a more expansive perspective. The more we learn and the more we rationally process what we learn, the more we can see, as if we are rising above a forest and seeing more and more trees, until we can see not only the forest, but the country it resides in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     A good example of this is how people seem to see more of the world and become wise as they grow older and have had a chance to think and gather more information. Children seem to have very simple focus on whatever they want at the moment. Most of them are worried about subjects such as school, and their parents, and what is happening in a week-by-week basis.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     Teenagers seem to focus on the problems they face in high school and with their parents, but they also are thinking about things such as sexual issues, drugs, and finding out what they will do with their lives in near future, when they graduate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     Adults who continue to learn and are open to new ideas also continue to expand on their perspective. They start to see the different problems that are faced by their communities and the world, and they start to see politics, first as what will benefit their towns, then what will benefit their country, and then what will benefit the world as a whole.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     I feel that this is can be accomplished through our use of rational thought. I also think our experiences and empirical examination of what is happening and our study of what has been aid our understanding of the world.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;       An example of this is two of the great thinkers of the modern world: Albert Einstein and Stephen Hawking. These two scientists discovered whole new ways of viewing the universe, and they did it through a rational analysis of science. Their ideas are so complex and groundbreaking, that most people in the world cannot even fully fathom what they truly mean without years of intense study.     &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     Plato also believes that once we start to understand the world for what it is, we cannot live fully with the people or society that we had left behind, and are still living in the perception that we had left behind. He feels that we would be seen as fools by people who cannot see things the way we see them, and that we would see them as fools and find it uncomfortable to try to live with them and enjoy the same pursuits that are no longer enjoyable or practical to us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     I do not think that someone who truly has studied and are developing a broader perspective see those who think differently as fools, and I don’t believe that they would want to isolate themselves from the people of a different perspective.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;    I feel that people who are intent on developing and learning and increasing their perspective are aware that their perspective is still just their perspective and not any more true than any other perspective out there. I feel that since they are studying and learning, they see that there is more information than they can ever process, and that whatever they gain will always be a drop in the bucket compared to what is available to learn.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     I believe that people like this would not see the people who see things in a narrower perspective at the moment are not fools, but simply looking at things with the information they are aware of, and that they may even be aware of things that the person with the broader perspective may not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     I think that they would be happy to interact with the people who are in a different perspective, because they would not consider themselves higher or better than them, and they would know that they would be able to learn from people of all perspectives, both more limited and more broad than their own.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     An example of this would be preschool teachers. Preschool teachers have experienced more in life and have learned more information than the students they teach, but they are still willing to listen to and interact with people who have a perspective that is very different from their own.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     They teach the children, but they have to do it such a way that it is understandable to the children’s perspective, and not their own. They have to look at things through the children’s eyes, yet they still go home and live their lives in a broader perspective when they pay their bills and have to deal with their significant others.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     I do not believe that seeing people who are not of the same perspective is limited to people of a narrower perspective seeing people of a broader perspective as fools. I believe that people of all perspectives can see others who are of a different perspective as foolish, whether or not their perspective is broader.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     I believe that people have a tough time seeing past their perspective at the moment and it makes it harder for them to see things the way the other person is seeing them. We also have a tendency to get emotional about our view of the world and lash out at those who do not see things the way we see them. We consider our perspective as part of our identity, and become emotional about anyone who sees things differently from the way we see them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     An example of this would be the interaction between teenagers and adults. Teenagers say that adults know nothing about what is going on in their lives, and never listen to their problems. They also say that adults are clueless for worrying about things that the teenagers find boring and a waste of time, such as politics and careers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;    Adults say that teenagers know nothing about what is going on in their lives, and care only about themselves. They also say that teenagers are clueless for worrying about things that adults find boring and a waste of time, such as fitting in with their peers and school dances.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     The adult’s perspective is broader than the teen’s perspective, yet both consider the other to be fools. The teenagers are relying on the information and experiences they have at the moment, and the adults are relying on the information they have gained since they were teenagers themselves. They are both reacting to the frustration that the other person does not see things the way they see them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;     In conclusion, I find Plato’s “Allegory of the Cave” to be very interesting and I have learned a lot from reading it. I may not agree with everything he has said, but since I am by no means a philosopher and my perception is very limited, I cannot say that he is wrong an&lt;a onclick=&quot;if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document[&#39;stuffform&#39;].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}&quot; id=&quot;publishButton&quot; class=&quot;cssButton&quot; href=&quot;javascript:void(0)&quot; target=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d I am right. I can only mention how I see the world today. I hope by study and learning through life, that my perception will continue to grow and flourish.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/74936199277654451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-stuff-from-my-computer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/74936199277654451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/74936199277654451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-stuff-from-my-computer.html' title='Random stuff from my computer'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524506593008675008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417188764309638877.post-142375861306996905</id><published>2010-08-05T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T22:41:35.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last chance to donate to the Clarion Write-a-Thon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 0); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;This is an update to my &lt;a href=&quot;http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-part-of-clarions-write-thon.html&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;previous post.&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to all who have donated already. (The link to donate is &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.theclarionfoundation.org/writeathon/wrtn-writerpage.php?writerID=5016&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; This is the same as one of those walk-a-thons. The money goes straight to Clarion, so that they can continue to help writers reach their full potential.) &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;This is the last chance to donate! Clarion is nearly at their goal of ten thousand and every bit counts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;The prizes for this week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:15px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;&quot; &gt;&lt;li style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone who donates any amount will get their name mentioned in an upcoming installment of my humor series &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.overidon.com/2010/02/the-life-and-times-of-car-johnson/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The Life and Times of Car Johnson&lt;/a&gt;.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates any amount before Sunday will be mentioned in a micro-fiction story at my twitter account&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/story_tweets&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Story_Tweets&lt;/a&gt;.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates $10 dollars or more will get a personal poem or a recipe from my stash. You get to choose. Plus get your name in an installment of Car Johnson. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since the last chance, everyone who donates this week will get a personal poem, no matter what you donate. If you donate more that ten, you will get a two.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates $20 dollars or more will get a personal flash fiction piece or a personal obituary (why wait until you die?) from me. You get to choose. Plus you get a poem or recipe and your name in an installment of Car Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates $50 or more will get their own personal mini choose your own adventure written by me. (About five pages long.) Plus your get a poem/recipe, flash fiction/obituary, and your name in an installment of Car Johnson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Everything will be emailed out the week after the Write-A-Thon ends, except for the Car Johnson shout outs, since I write one of those a week (and the story_tweets story, since I write two of those every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/142375861306996905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-chance-to-donate-to-clarion-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/142375861306996905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/142375861306996905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-chance-to-donate-to-clarion-write.html' title='Last chance to donate to the Clarion Write-a-Thon!'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524506593008675008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417188764309638877.post-431215384591993399</id><published>2010-07-28T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T22:45:47.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarion Write-a-Thon! There&#39;s still time to donate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;This is an update to my &lt;a href=&quot;http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-part-of-clarions-write-thon.html&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;previous post.&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to all who have donated already. (The link to donate is &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.theclarionfoundation.org/writeathon/wrtn-writerpage.php?writerID=5016&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; This is the same as one of those walk-a-thons. The money goes straight to Clarion, so that they can continue to help writers reach their full potential.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Last week I had two contributions of ten dollars each!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jason Hough and Nancy Etchemendy!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;,&#39;new york&#39;,times,serif;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal;font-size:large;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;,&#39;new york&#39;,times,serif;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal;font-size:large;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Since you two donated, I&#39;ve added you as characters to the latest episode of my humor series &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot; href=&quot;http://www.overidon.com/2010/07/the-life-and-time-of-car-johnson-part-18/&quot;&gt;The Life and Times of Car Johnson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;.&quot; I will also use your names in one of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot; href=&quot;http://twitter.com/story_tweets&quot;&gt;story_tweets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt; stories. And since you both donated ten dollars, you each get a personal poem or a recipe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;,&#39;new york&#39;,times,serif;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal;font-size:large;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;,&#39;new york&#39;,times,serif;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal;font-size:large;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;Thanks again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(119, 119, 119);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 13px;font-size:11px;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;There&#39;s still time to donate!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;The prizes for this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:15px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;ol  style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone who donates any amount will get their name mentioned in an upcoming installment of my humor series &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.overidon.com/2010/02/the-life-and-times-of-car-johnson/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The Life and Times of Car Johnson&lt;/a&gt;.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates any amount before Sunday will be mentioned in a micro-fiction story at my twitter account &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/story_tweets&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Story_Tweets&lt;/a&gt;.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates $10 dollars or more will get a personal poem or a recipe from my stash. You get to choose. Plus get your name in an installment of Car Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates $20 dollars or more will get a personal flash fiction piece or a personal obituary (why wait until you die?) from me. You get to choose. Plus you get a poem or recipe and your name in an installment of Car Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates $50 or more will get their own personal mini choose your own adventure written by me. (About five pages long.) Plus your get a poem/recipe, flash fiction/obituary, and your name in an installment of Car Johnson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:13px;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Everything will be emailed out the week after the Write-A-Thon ends, except for the Car Johnson shout outs, since I write one of those a week (and the story_tweets story, since I write two of those every day.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/431215384591993399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/07/clarion-write-thon-theres-still-time-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/431215384591993399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/431215384591993399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/07/clarion-write-thon-theres-still-time-to.html' title='Clarion Write-a-Thon! There&#39;s still time to donate!'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524506593008675008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417188764309638877.post-7461076183788663175</id><published>2010-07-06T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T16:32:05.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Part of Clarion&#39;s Write-A-Thon Update</title><content type='html'>This is an update to my &lt;a href=&quot;http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-part-of-clarions-write-thon.html&quot;&gt;previous post.&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to all who have donated already. (The link to donate is &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.theclarionfoundation.org/writeathon/wrtn-writerpage.php?writerID=5016&quot;&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; This is the same as one of those walk-a-thons. Any money I collect goes to Clarion, so that they can continue to help writers reach their full potential.) They haven&#39;t told me yet the names of the people who have donated, so if you donated last week, could you please post a comment so I can thank you properly and put your name in my Car Johnson series and put you on the list for the other prizes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prizes for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;ol  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone who donates any amount will get their name mentioned in an upcoming installment of my humor series &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.overidon.com/2010/02/the-life-and-times-of-car-johnson/&quot;&gt;The Life and Times of Car Johnson&lt;/a&gt;.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates any amount before Sunday will be mentioned in a micro-fiction story at my twitter account &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/story_tweets&quot;&gt;Story_Tweets&lt;/a&gt;.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates $10 dollars or more will get a personal poem or a recipe from my stash. You get to choose. Plus get your name in an installment of Car Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates $20 dollars or more will get a personal flash fiction piece or a personal obituary (why wait until you die?) from me. You get to choose. Plus you get a poem or recipe and your name in an installment of Car Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates $50 or more will get their own personal mini choose your own adventure written by me. (About five pages long.) Plus your get a poem/recipe, flash fiction/obituary, and your name in an installment of Car Johnson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;&quot; &gt;Everything will be emailed out the week after the Write-A-Thon ends, except for the Car Johnson shout outs, since I write one of those a week (and the story_tweets story, since I write two of those every day.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/7461076183788663175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-part-of-clarions-write-thon-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/7461076183788663175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/7461076183788663175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-part-of-clarions-write-thon-update.html' title='I am Part of Clarion&#39;s Write-A-Thon Update'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524506593008675008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417188764309638877.post-8101679591303039741</id><published>2010-07-02T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:52:32.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am part of Clarion&#39;s Write-A-Thon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://e2ma.net/go/6713777263/208236260/214221773/1405522/goto:http://www.theclarionfoundation.org/writeathon/wrtn-images/wrtn-writer-160x200.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://e2ma.net/go/6713777263/208236260/214221773/1405522/goto:http://www.theclarionfoundation.org/writeathon/wrtn-images/wrtn-writer-160x200.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding-left: 30px; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Clarion&#39;s template explains this whole thing better than I could:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Begin Email Template-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Some of you may have heard of the Clarion writing workshop, which has been running for 42 years and has turned out many bestselling and award-winning writers.  Funding has been cut for the program this year, and so Clarion has responded by running a &quot;Write-a-Thon&quot; to ensure that the workshop can continue.  I am one of the participating writers, and I&#39;m looking for people who are willing to sponsor me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style=&quot;padding-left: 30px; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style=&quot;padding-left: 30px;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;What this entails is making a small &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; id=&quot;lw_1278103024_14&quot;&gt;PayPal&lt;/span&gt; donation via my profile page, which can be found at the following link:&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.theclarionfoundation.org/writeathon/wrtn-writerpage.php?writerID=5016&quot;&gt;http://www.theclarionfoundation.org/writeathon/wrtn-writerpage.php?writerID=5016&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Even a $5 donation helps Clarion tremendously and qualifies me for all kinds of prizes.  Sponsors like you also have the option of joining the Write-a-Thon forums, tracking my progress, and cheering me on during this six-week event.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;-End Email Template-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal in the Write-A-Thon is to get at least six sections of my current project done. (It&#39;s a horror choose your own adventure for adults.) My previous mini-foray into making a horror choose your own adventure for adults can be found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot; href=&quot;http://writertask.webs.com/demonsanddeadlines1.htm&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;We all need to make 19 dollars the first week so that everyone has the chance for a prize drawing. I don&#39;t want to be the person who ruins it for everyone else, so I&#39;m going to give you all some incentives to donate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates any amount will get their name mentioned in an upcoming installment of my humor series &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.overidon.com/2010/02/the-life-and-times-of-car-johnson/&quot;&gt;The Life and Times of Car Johnson&lt;/a&gt;.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates any amount before Sunday will be made into a character in a upcoming installment of &quot;The Life and Times of Car Johnson.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates $10 dollars or more will get a personal poem or a recipe from my stash. You get to choose. Plus get your name in an installment of Car Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates $20 dollars or more will get a personal flash fiction piece or a personal obituary (why wait until you die?) from me. You get to choose. Plus you get a poem or recipe and your name in an installment of Car Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;Anyone who donates $50 or more will get their own personal mini choose your own adventure written by me. (About five pages long.) Plus your get a poem/recipe, flash fiction/obituary, and your name in an installment of Car Johnson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Everything will be emailed out the week after the Write-A-Thon ends, except for the Car Johnson shout outs, since I write one of those a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;So, there you have it. I&#39;m pimping my skillz for charity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jan/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jan/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-12.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/8101679591303039741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-part-of-clarions-write-thon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/8101679591303039741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/8101679591303039741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-part-of-clarions-write-thon.html' title='I am part of Clarion&#39;s Write-A-Thon'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524506593008675008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417188764309638877.post-6933405355081298089</id><published>2010-06-23T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:58:34.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusting off an old article</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;I decided to post an old article I wrote. It needs more zombies and missing pants, but what are ya gonna do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;How will you ever get by? Tomorrow is rushing at you like a tidal wave, ready to engulf you, mind and soul, until you drown in a sea of uncertainty. Everybody feels this way at some point in their lives, when it seems as if nothing is certain and the floor has been removed from the bottom of your life. We strain and pull and clamber about, trying to see past our circumstances to what lies ahead. We feel that if only we could see every stone before we tripped, then we would never have to worry about anything ever again. Still, even if we could see every stone that laid in out path, we would still worry about all the twigs that we were sure we had missed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot; class=&quot;googleArticleAd&quot;&gt;     &lt;div class=&quot;adSpacer&quot;&gt; &lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;            GA_googleFillSlotWithSize(HELAD_publishercode, &quot;ArticleATFMiddleArticle300x250&quot;, 300, 250);      &lt;/script&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Worry is not the same as caution. When people are cautious, they are aware of what is about them, and respond accordingly. When people worry, they stare at things that only exist in their minds, and stumble into the things that they missed. They spend all their energy trying to forestall what might not happen, that they forget to focus on what is happening. What is happening now is real, what might happen is not. If you convince yourself that all your worries and ideas of the future are true, then you will not be able to do anything with the events that are happening to you ar this very moment. The future is not some impending wall that you cannot avoid. The future is just the present that hasn&#39;t happened yet. Your life has been, and always will be, in the present.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Life is a grand experience. There are always wonderful things to see, and if you have your eyes open, you will see them all. The future will unfold, just like it always has, and all the triumphs and struggles of today will wash away into all the present that had become the past. If you don&#39;t pay attention, then you will miss it, and your life will only be a series of memories, moments you can no longer touch, events that you wished you had touched when you had the chance. Life should not be lived through a photo album, it should be lived as it comes. If you make an effort to remove worry from your life, you will do just that. So please, let the future go. Your life is waiting.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/6933405355081298089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/06/dusting-off-old-article.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/6933405355081298089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/6933405355081298089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/06/dusting-off-old-article.html' title='Dusting off an old article'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524506593008675008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417188764309638877.post-1509413825856458260</id><published>2010-06-18T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T18:09:02.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor with no Handholds and My Life as a Mental Attic</title><content type='html'>Since I shared my adventure in Hell with you all, I thought it was time to share my series of humor pieces I write for my friend Tyler&#39;s blog Overidon.com. They are wild and out there and as funny as Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s the first in the series:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.overidon.com/2010/02/the-life-and-times-of-car-johnson/&quot;&gt;The Life and Times of Car Johnson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far there are twelve segments, with more coming each week. Car Johnson is one crazy dude and it&#39;s kind of fun having him stuck in the back of my brain. I&#39;m a petite brunette female who&#39;s shy and soft spoken and he&#39;s a crazy redheaded man with a loud and twisted view on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I write horror, have a twisted sense of humor, while writing emotional and inspiring poetry and children&#39;s stories. My mind is like some sort of over stuffed attic, the kind that has all sorts of mismatched and interesting odds and ends.  That&#39;s why I write, so I can play around with my thoughts and give them to other people to have fun with.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/1509413825856458260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/06/humor-with-no-handholds-and-my-life-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/1509413825856458260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/1509413825856458260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/06/humor-with-no-handholds-and-my-life-as.html' title='Humor with no Handholds and My Life as a Mental Attic'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524506593008675008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417188764309638877.post-178760493140447750</id><published>2010-06-17T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:19:14.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you survive Hell?</title><content type='html'>Can you survive Hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a great way to corrupt those old choose your path stories that you used to love as a kid. Remember the sense of wonder and thrill you got from reading those and how they were a hallmark of your childhood? This story isn&#39;t one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s a horror story with demons, murder and torment. Why should kids have all the fun? It&#39;s time for a grown up choose your path adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be warned, this is a very scary horror story and might not be suitable for all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://writertask.webs.com/demonsanddeadlines1.htm&quot;&gt;Demons and Deadlines - An adventure in Hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and check it out and tell me what you think. (Even if what you think is &quot;OMG you&#39;re evil!!!! :P)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/178760493140447750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-you-survive-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/178760493140447750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417188764309638877/posts/default/178760493140447750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahslittlecorneroftheweb.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-you-survive-hell.html' title='Can you survive Hell?'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524506593008675008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417188764309638877.post-5533110333517539144</id><published>2010-05-27T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:11:11.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Twitter flashfiction contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: lucida grande;&quot;&gt;He wanted a wife who would stay by his side, never judge and love with her whole heart. But there were laws against marrying a dog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scratched the surface of her heart, but never got past the defenses she put in his way. Eventually, he stopped trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can make a story out lines like these? (There&#39;s more on the bottom of this post.) Then why don&#39;t you give it a shot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s the deal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Pick one of my story tweets (bite sized microfiction churned out and placed on Twitter &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/story_tweets&quot;&gt;http://twitter.com/story_tweets&lt;/a&gt; ) and write a flashfiction piece (five hundred words maximum) with a story tweet of your choice as the first line/s of your story. When you&#39;re finished, put it on your blog or website and send a link to twitter with the hashtag #stcontest. If you don&#39;t have a Twitter account, place it on your blog or website and put the link in the comments of this post. If you don&#39;t have a blog or website, email me at &lt;a href=&quot;ade_x@att.net&quot;&gt;ade_x@att.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: lucida grande;&quot;&gt;and we&#39;ll work something out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;The deadline for this is going to be July 29, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Prizes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;1st prize: A drawing of a scene from your story printed on a poster (drawn by someone else, since you wouldn&#39;t want something drawn my me...Trust me.) and a personalized flash fiction story and poem (written by me, since I can write a lot better than I draw).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;2nd Prize: A personalized flash fiction story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;3rd place: A personalized poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;http://twitter.com/Story_Tweets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Here&#39;s a list of my tweets so far, so you don&#39;t have to dig through Twitter to get them. (I&#39;ll update this periodically.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood looked even more damning in the spray of the hose. &quot;Just a little more,&quot; she muttered to herself. #vss 8:36 PM May 25th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&#39;s boss waved him over. &#39;He&#39;s finally going to give me that raise!&#39; &quot;Johnson, do you realize you aren&#39;t wearing any pants?&quot; #vss 8:34 PM May 25th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scratched the surface of her heart, but never got past the defenses she put in his way. Eventually, he stopped trying. #theprompt #vss 4:41 PM May 24th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decorated his car like a boat, put on an eyepatch and drove around as the &quot;Oily Pete, the freeway pirate.&quot; #vss 4:38 PM May 24th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lake froze, but life continued underneath the layer of ice. Billy skated across and tried to imagine what was going on below. #vss 4:18 PM May 23rd via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxidermist re-gifted the dog he had gotten for his birthday thirty years before. His sister didn&#39;t speak to him for months. #vss 4:16 PM May 23rd via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fought for the life she had already lost and forever tied herself to a world that was bound to forget her. #vss 1:03 PM May 21st via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby tried to kill time, but temporal police arrested him two days before he even had the idea. #vss 1:01 PM May 21st via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Everyone is a slug compared to me,&quot; she said, and didn&#39;t even realize the slime around her was her own. #vss 4:31 PM May 20th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Is my hair ok?&quot; he asked before taking stage. &quot;Yeah.&quot; No one bothered to tell him he wasn&#39;t wearing any pants. #vss 4:27 PM May 20th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put on her mommy&#39;s shoes, danced around the room, and dreamed of the days ahead. #vss 5:25 PM May 18th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;To hell with pickled peppers,&quot; Peter Piper said. &quot;I&#39;m going to pick something new!&quot; #vss 5:21 PM May 18th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You&#39;re so nice,&quot; the woman said. &quot;If I wasn&#39;t married, I&#39;d be all over you.&quot; The husband sighed and pretended her mind was still there.#vss 7:51 PM May 16th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Excuse me ma&#39;am, is this your finger?&quot; The woman fainted. Kyle grinned. Working at a morgue had its charms. #vss 7:43 PM May 16th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was trained in obscurity, a master of mediocrity. He faded into the background like a well oiled cog. He&#39;s you and me. #vss 8:26 PM May 14th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The playground&#39;s filled with dirty, whiny, wild little monkeys,&quot; Susy said. She was one weird six year old. #vss 8:22 PM May 14th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat lay curled up on the warm car hood, dreaming of birds. It opened it&#39;s eyes when prodded and gave an scolding &quot;Meow.&quot; #vss 9:28 PM May 13th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John tattooed his girlfriend&#39;s name on his chest. Unfortunately, his wife found out. #vss 9:24 PM May 13th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world flew, but Grace pulled forward like a moth stuck in toffee. She looked down at her braces, a reminder of her broken wings. #vss 1:05 PM May 12th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby started a pre-chewed food business out his basement. It failed and people stopped coming over for his dinner parties. #vss 1:01 PM May 12th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle was won and she smiled down at those she trampled. Her victory would be short lived, but it was the journey that mattered. #vss 10:35 PM May 10th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She danced to the beat of her own drummer, but it was always on table tops at random bars. #vss 10:32 PM May 10th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@wati_ Too bad the world had ended the night before and the air was also swollen with a biotoxin. 11:58 AM May 8th via web in reply to wati_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said love was blind when she couldn&#39;t see and hate was a monster when she roared. The fault was never hers. #vss 1:45 PM May 7th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t believe in cow tipping. Why should grass eating meat factories get my hard earned money? #vss 1:40 PM May 7th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car broke down, but the baby couldn&#39;t wait. By the time the ambulance came, a new life had entered the world. #vss 10:09 PM May 6th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never buys souls over the internet. They&#39;re always puny and never taste fresh. #vss 10:07 PM May 6th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cats lost their fur and Mable lost her hair. She picked older cats from the shelter so they would grow old along with her. #vss 4:29 PM May 5th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy didn&#39;t feel like putting on pants today. So he went out in his underwear and claimed to be a maverick. #vss 4:26 PM May 5th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny Whitman fell out of time on a cold Tuesday morning. He drifted across the years and watched the world forget him. #vss 10:31 PM May 3rd via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel gave up his wings for the love of a lady. Unfortunately, he forgot to ask for a penis. The relationship didn&#39;t last. #vss 10:27 PM May 3rd via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parade swept down the street and took Mandy&#39;s imagination along with it. She sat on her mother&#39;s shoulders and was on top of the world. 8:01 PM Apr 28th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy&#39;s didn&#39;t attempt the world&#39;s record for longest time between showers for the fame. He did it to piss off his wife. #vss 7:59 PM Apr 28th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airport was jammed with people trying to be somewhere else. Billy felt like the only person who appreciated its unique charm. #vss 10:11 PM Apr 27th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&#39;m sorry, but I don&#39;t cut werewolf hair.&quot; I frowned at the stylist. Stupid zombies, always so stuck up. #vss 10:09 PM Apr 27th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day grew wider and the possibilities radiated through the window. David got out of bed and took a deep breath. #vss 10:21 PM Apr 26th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted a wife who would stay by his side, never judge and love with her whole heart. But there were laws against marrying a dog. #vss 10:19 PM Apr 26th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fog covered the road like a blanket of death, blinding drivers until it was too late. #vss 9:15 PM Apr 25th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and Jill sued the hill for its inability to prevent their tumbling. #vss 9:13 PM Apr 25th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You made me do this,&quot; he said to the mirror. The blood stained image remained silent. #vss 9:54 PM Apr 24th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy the Senile Serial Killer was the highest rated children&#39;s show in history. #vss 9:54 PM Apr 24th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John looked at his life and realized it had passed him by. He tried to grab it back, but only found vapors of memory. #vss 4:21 PM Apr 23rd via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pen thought it was mightier than the sword and called the sword&#39;s mom a ho. RIP Mr. Pen. #vss 4:19 PM Apr 23rd via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was over, but her mind was not. The hustle of the world never loosened its grip on her soul. #vss 9:00 PM Apr 20th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Did I mention I&#39;m on acid right now?&quot; Not something you want to hear from your skydiving partner. #vss 8:59 PM Apr 20th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcia&#39;s didn&#39;t know her parents were different. She assumed every family had human bones in their backyard. #vss 10:25 PM Apr 19th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Billy, why don&#39;t you ever wear that nice sweater I knitted you?&quot; &quot;Well Ma, every time I wear it, people mistake me for a crossdresser. #vss 10:21 PM Apr 19th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like rain, spreading over his soul his soul in soothing drops. But like rain, she was gone when the sun came out. #vss 4:58 PM Apr 16th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fell in love with a bowl of Corn Flakes, but his hunger got the best of him. Now he was a cereal killer. #vss 4:57 PM Apr 16th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents filed a missing person report and went on with their lives. No one ever questioned them about their missing freezer. #vss 7:32 PM Apr 15th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slammed his hand on the table. &quot;You just don&#39;t understand our love!&quot; His father sighed. &quot;You can&#39;t love a box of Kleenex, Joe.&quot; #vss 7:29 PM Apr 15th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watched the house burned and took a deep breath of the smoky air. It smelled like vindication. #vss 9:20 PM Apr 13th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No arms Smith was the world&#39;s worst alligator wrangler. #vss 9:19 PM Apr 13th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came home, police tape decorated his door and the blood of his family painted the walls. #vss 6:24 PM Apr 12th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog jumped over the moon because the cow was in the hospital after the dish caught him in bed with the spoon. #vss 6:23 PM Apr 12th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;He forgot about the lemon, salt and tequila when he remembered the rubbing alcohol in his cabinet.&quot; @wati_ 3:56 PM Apr 9th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I didn&#39;t mean it.&quot; She looked at the mirror and apologized. #vss 6:39 PM Apr 8th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Being a vegetarian doesn&#39;t mean you can&#39;t eat me,&quot; his girlfriend said. #vss 6:37 PM Apr 8th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family shivered in the tent. &quot;Let&#39;s just pretend we&#39;re camping,&quot; the dad said. Lives can&#39;t be rebuilt on lies. #vss 7:49 PM Apr 7th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Bears are so cuddly!&quot; Famous last words. #vss 7:47 PM Apr 7th via web&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The glass was empty, but she continued to bring it to her lips. Reality was not as sweet as the lemonade she imagined. #vss 10:39 PM Apr 6th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul&#39;s stood up and groaned. &quot;So you like puppies and cakes, but not puppies baked into cakes? I can&#39;t win!&quot; #vss 10:38 PM Apr 6th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John pulled a prank on his girlfriend by saying they should see other people. &quot;I&#39;m already doing that,&quot; she answered. #vss 3:08 PM Apr 1st via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Fools Day decided to pull a prank and move to April second. #vss 3:07 PM Apr 1st via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby slept peacefully, unaware of the chaos that surrounded him. An officer picked him up and carried him from the scene. #vss 12:58 PM Mar 25th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew he shouldn&#39;t try to reinvent the wheel, but round was soooo yesterday. #vss 12:51 PM Mar 25th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left her there...broken, bent and bloody. He cleaned the evidence off his car and repaired the dents. No one ever knew. #vss 9:07 PM Mar 18th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack wasn&#39;t nimble, or quick, and those candle sticks always ended up where the sun don&#39;t shine. #vss 9:03 PM Mar 18th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Most people are good,&quot; the officer said, as he looked at the crime scene. &quot;They just aren&#39;t good all the time.&quot; #vss 11:56 PM Mar 15th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince came up with the idea for the edible bong while stoned. He ended up in the hospital after he realized he was eating glass. #vss 11:51 PM Mar 15th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat knocked the low cal, fat free, no salt diet shake to the ground. Joyce took this as a sign and ordered a pizza. #vss 3:20 PM Mar 14th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Dude, I fed your cat some yarn and kitting needles, but she&#39;s not coughing up scarves.&quot; Bobby needed a new roommate. #vss 3:07 PM Mar 14th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors said Mommy was sick. I pulled myself onto the bed and kissed her cheek, hoping to make it all better. It didn&#39;t work. #vss 9:08 PM Mar 11th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A case of beer, an old sheet, and a steep cliff. Hello, Darwin Awards. #vss 9:02 PM Mar 11th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure stood over the bound body, knife raised. &quot;Lord, I thank you for this meal I am about to enjoy. #vss 10:02 PM Mar 6th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank got drunk and ended up upside down on a patch of poison ivy. it was his best date yet! #vss 9:57 PM Mar 6th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Do you love me?&quot; &quot;No. Does it really matter?&quot; &quot;Not really.&quot; #vss 8:29 PM Feb 27th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sock grieved for it&#39;s missing pair, torn away during a tragic trip to the washing machine. #vss 8:27 PM Feb 27th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles sat down on the curb, dreaming of his beloved. Her body, her breath, her blood. He twisted the knife in hands. #vss 9:39 PM Feb 26th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;If you love your couch so much, why don&#39;t you marry it?&quot; It was the best advice any one ever gave him. #vss 9:32 PM Feb 26th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rooms never echoed with anything other than screams. It was a house of tears, where the damned went to rot. #vss 10:09 PM Feb 24th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy tripped and landed face first in a field of one-leaf clovers. Today was gonna suck. #vss 10:06 PM Feb 24th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles sat on the hard motel bed and watched the man grasp his bloody throat. Even the graceful dance of death couldn&#39;t cheer him up. #vss 11:10 PM Feb 23rd via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;American Idol - Mime Edition&quot; never got past the planning stage. #vss 11:06 PM Feb 23rd via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed the bat and smashed all his toys. With Mommy and Daddy gone, being a kid wasn&#39;t fun anymore. #vss 9:38 PM Feb 22nd via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointing a gun at the audience didn&#39;t get the laugh Bo expected. #vss 9:38 PM Feb 22nd via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ally married Joey, she felt like she gotten the watch out of a gumball machine filled with rubber balls. #vss 6:26 PM Feb 21st via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floppy the three legged rabbit always failed in life. Why the hell did someone think one of his feet would be lucky? #vss 6:18 PM Feb 21st via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Never again. You won&#39;t win.This time, I&#39;ll be the stronger one.&quot; Ray placed the needle back on the table. #vss 8:31 PM Feb 17th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Tell him what he&#39;s won!&quot; The doctor pointed at the nurse. &quot;A triple bypass!&quot; she squealed. Billy decided to get a second opinion. #vss 8:28 PM Feb 17th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must read! Sex, Beer and French people! http://www.overidon.com/2010/02/the-life-and-times-of-car-johnson/ 10:04 PM Feb 16th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How can I ever repay you?&quot; he asked. &quot;Just continue loving me,&quot; she replied. #vss 10:03 PM Feb 16th via we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly&#39;s children story wasn&#39;t well received. &quot;Cloud, the happy foal who was eviscerated and turned inside out&quot; was ahead of its time. #vss 10:02 PM Feb 16th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back on Valentine&#39;s Day. But it was just a dream and he woke up, alone. #vss 8:42 PM Feb 14th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine&#39;s Day dinner consisted of beer, nachos and a jar of peanut butter. His mother was touched. #vss 8:41 PM Feb 14th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn&#39;t anyone&#39;s fault, but Gene didn&#39;t care. Someone had to pay for his pain. He decided to punish himself. #vss 10:06 PM Feb 13th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Pecker had really mean parents. #vss 10:04 PM Feb 13th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart was like a clock, wound so tight that it would never run again. #vss 9:45 PM Feb 11th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my blood sweat and tears in my wife&#39;s birthday cake. She wasn&#39;t too thrilled when she found some of the blood. #vss 9:44 PM Feb 11th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg looked at the door. They wouldn&#39;t want to see him, not after all these years. He turned but couldn&#39;t leave, feet glued to the past.#vss 11:15 PM Feb 10th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved shines like the summer sun. I&#39;m in love with a lamp. #vss 11:11 PM Feb 10th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a song out of blood and sang with glass in my mouth. To others, it tasted sweet. #vss 10:29 PM Feb 9th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun and the earth fell for each other, eloped, and make sweet love that killed every living thing. #vss 10:28 PM Feb 9th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind ripped through the street, tugging at the broken glass and battered body. He stood in the crowd, trying to be invisible. #vss 10:45 PM Feb 4th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird in the hand in worth two out of the frying pan and into the night. The blow to the head had scrambled Jim&#39;s cliches. #vss 10:40 PM Feb 4th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freed from the paralyzing grip of terror, Janice walked over to her sister. The gun wasn&#39;t supposed to be loaded. #vss 9:14 PM Jan 25th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air smelled like old cigarettes, cheap liquor and blood. I loved visiting Grandma. #vss 9:11 PM Jan 25th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire died down into glowing embers and ash flakes danced through the sky. Now she was his wife forever. #vss 4:00 PM Jan 21st via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe married a magical talking parrot. You do not want to hear about their honeymoon. #vss 3:58 PM Jan 21st via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn&#39;t see her face until it was too late. He turned the gun on himself. #vss 9:32 PM Jan 19th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Child&#39;s ghost haunted the house for no other reason than for me to write &quot;Julia Child&#39;s ghost.&quot; #vss 9:31 PM Jan 19th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the well went dry, we found the money. It crumpled in our hands. #vss 4:36 PM Jan 18th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It&#39;s tastes just like the human liver!&quot; Everyone stared. I really need to work on how I word things. #vss 4:35 PM Jan 18th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hidden trail was overgrown with wildness. The hikers were never found. #vss 10:22 PM Jan 16th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The murderer was never caught. No one ever suspects the kitten. #vss 10:20 PM Jan 16th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gun ended his father&#39;s life and nearly took his. He ended up in the hospital and his mother ended up in jail. He grew up fast. #vss 9:50 PM Jan 15th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velmer decided that being a door to door gun salesman wasn&#39;t such a good idea. #vss 9:46 PM Jan 15th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I didn&#39;t live my life to prove anything to anybody,&quot; the old man said. &quot;But that doesn&#39;t mean I&#39;m not proud that I managed to anyway.&quot; #vss 4:07 PM Jan 14th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Where do your expect to be in ten years?&quot; I didn&#39;t get the job. How was I supposed to know &quot;In your pants&quot; was a bad answer? #vss 4:01 PM Jan 14th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn&#39;t want peace of mind. Peace of mind took effort and never guaranteed a lack of pain or disappointment. She opted for lack of mind. 2:15 PM Jan 11th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg pitched a new line of frozen dinners based on serial killers. No one seemed to think people would want to eat &quot;Dahmer Delicacies.&quot; #vss 2:12 PM Jan 11th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frogs never came back to the pond after the boy&#39;s body was found. It was almost like they knew. #vss 9:11 PM Jan 6th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe checked in on the focus group and sighed. &quot;Ok ladies, vibrating mascara is supposed to be applied to your EYELASHES!&quot; #vss 9:10 PM Jan 6th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse looked down at the ashes. Fire didn&#39;t cleanse, it burned. #vss 9:53 PM Jan 5th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John decided that &quot;break a leg&quot; wasn&#39;t such a good thing to say to someone about to bungee jump. #vss 9:52 PM Jan 5th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffins shouldn&#39;t be that small. #vss 8:53 PM Jan 4th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have never have happened if sandpaper came with a warning that said &quot;Do not use as toilet paper.&quot; #vss 8:52 PM Jan 4th via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why is the world such a mess,&quot; he asked the sage. &quot;You want it that way,&quot; he replied. &quot;Without hate, you wouldn&#39;t be able to hurt others.&quot; 7:40 PM Dec 31st, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Ma, this stew tastes funny!&quot; &quot;For the last time not your mother, and that&#39;s not stew, it&#39;s an unflushed toilet!&quot; #vss 7:36 PM Dec 31st, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days slurred into nights as Molly downed yet another shot. Mr. Whiskey was a faithful friend. #vss 9:46 PM Dec 30th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had never been anything like it. With good reason. &quot;Baby&#39;s first arson kit&quot; would never sell. #vss 9:45 PM Dec 30th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas gifts piled around the tree like living debris, waiting to be unwrapped so they could become proper clutter. #vss 9:06 PM Dec 23rd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom always wrapped herself up for Daddy at Christmas time. I just wish she waited for us to leave before she had him unwrap her. #vss 9:02 PM Dec 23rd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness pressed in on him like a tomb. He felt his way to the scent of burning flesh. He found his mother&#39;s remains in the ruins. #vss 10:59 PM Dec 22nd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy&#39;s dad never left him roast marshmallows when they went camping. Try and burn the cat ONE time...#vss 10:56 PM Dec 22nd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday season showed everyone that everyone else mattered too. The rest of the year, they didn&#39;t give a shit. #vss 11:30 AM Dec 22nd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe hugged his wife, wearing nothing but a bow on his head. &quot;I&#39;m your gift this year,&quot; he said. &quot;Is it too late to return you?&quot; she replied. 11:29 AM Dec 22nd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no dreams in Hell, only endless memories, culled from pain and regret. Mike wasn&#39;t dead. His hell was his mind. #vss 11:17 PM Dec 19th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I will die before I give in to the likes of you!&quot; This would have more impressive if it wasn&#39;t uttered about a can of cream soda. #vss 11:12 PM Dec 19th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The day&#39;s not over. Let us dance.&quot; I wanted to, but all I could see was the gaping wound in his chest. I was done with pretending. #vss 11:13 PM Dec 18th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first words were &quot;sue&quot; and &quot;lawyer&quot;. We should have known we were doing something wrong. #vss 11:10 PM Dec 18th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end wasn&#39;t the beginning. Not this time. #vss 9:46 PM Dec 17th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I dare you to drink that battery acid.&quot; Being a serial killer was easier than most people realized. #vss 9:45 PM Dec 17th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Don&#39;t die on me!&quot; She did. &quot;Why did you leave me?&quot; She didn&#39;t answer. &quot;I can&#39;t live without you!&quot; He learned how. #vss 10:32 PM Dec 16th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fish smelled rotten and the bread had mold on it. He threw them out. How was he supposed to know it they were cultural delicacies? #vss 10:30 PM Dec 16th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I was murdered before and I don&#39;t plan to make the same mistake again. Back off.&quot; I did as she said. #vss 8:52 PM Dec 15th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny tried his stand up on his mother before the big night. Too bad most of the jokes were about her and her many warts. #vss 8:49 PM Dec 15th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scattered thoughts / balloon / rising #poetry 1:40 PM Dec 11th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night loved his mistress Day and when they loved, reality was born. When they fought, it was killed. Eventually they fought eternity away. 11:26 PM Dec 10th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Would you like fries with that?&quot; The woman slapped Joe and stormed out. Changing from a fast food worker to casket salesman was tough. #vss 11:22 PM Dec 10th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frost on the trees twinkled like fire in the slowly rising dawn. Nature always had the best Christmas decorations. #vss 10:00 PM Dec 9th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Do you I Pam take Doug, to be your husband? To have and to hold, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer - &quot;.Pam blinked. &quot;How poor?&quot; 9:57 PM Dec 9th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crunch bore down on his ears like glass. The smell turned his nose inside out and tugged his stomach to the tip of his tongue. #vss 9:58 PM Dec 8th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel got down on his knees and wrapped his arms around his future bride. She had no clue who the hell he was. The police were unamused. #vss 9:52 PM Dec 8th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and lust swirled around like a windstorm, pulling him in too many directions to think. He never even knew which way he chose. #vss 10:44 PM Dec 7th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey wasn&#39;t the sharpest pencil in the pack. He once went to an AA meeting and asked if they would change a tire on his car. #vss 10:38 PM Dec 7th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart was made of clay, but filled with acid. Woe to those who broke it. #vss 8:41 PM Dec 6th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy swept up the broken beer bottles that littered the floor of the gallery. The cops were called to find who stole the new exhibit. #vss 8:38 PM Dec 6th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain in his head was better than the gnaw at his heart. Anything he went through now couldn&#39;t compare to what he had done to the world. 10:48 PM Dec 4th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The night has beaten the day in a fiery blaze!&quot; Bob slapped Jim in the head. &quot;Stop being so dramatic. It&#39;s just a fucken sunset!&quot; #vss 10:45 PM Dec 4th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;If you tell me you love me, I&#39;ll give you the world,&quot; Janet said. He sighed. &quot;I already have the world. What I want is your soul.&quot; #vss 10:57 PM Dec 3rd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left the earth just as he entered it...Squalling his eyes out and covered in goo. #vss 10:49 PM Dec 3rd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laid there, a shell left over after cancer had eaten its fill. I left the room and never went back. First experience with death. #vss 10:21 PM Dec 1st, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Your hair smells nice.&quot; Maybe that wasn&#39;t the best thing to say while performing a gynecological exam. #vss 10:16 PM Dec 1st, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why did Mommy have to die?&quot; Part of being a parent is answering your child&#39;s questions. There was nothing I could say to this. #vss 9:23 PM Nov 27th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;If there&#39;s a will, there&#39;s an angry relative and lots of booze.&quot; My grandmother always knew just what to say. #vss 9:19 PM Nov 27th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chest lay crumpled on the valley floor, memories shattered for the winds to carry away. They had their memorial and he had his. #vss 10:05 PM Nov 21st, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel was given the gift the see the future, but it only ruined the end of movies. #vss 10:00 PM Nov 21st, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran away from everything, even his name. He wasn&#39;t on the lam, he just needed a change of pace. But life was life, wherever one went.#vss 9:57 PM Nov 18th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air was crisp with an autumn chill and the sky was a sheet of silky black cloth. Godzilla stomped like a...wait...Oh shit! #vss 9:54 PM Nov 18th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Did you ever believe me,&quot; she asked, tears welling in her eyes. &quot;I never even listened to you,&quot; he said. #vss 10:26 PM Nov 17th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie rolled her eyes. &quot;Saying you suck to a vampire isn&#39;t that much of an insult.&quot; #vss 10:24 PM Nov 17th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire raged, burning his past to ash. He walked away, ready to lead a life not stained with blood. He would fail, of course. #vss 8:27 PM Nov 15th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How many roads can a man walk down?&quot; he asked. &quot;A hell of a lot if he never asks for directions,&quot; she replied. #vss 8:25 PM Nov 15th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cell had no walls, but the world outside was a land of nightmares. Vick didn&#39;t dare step through. #vss 9:49 PM Nov 13th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to build a castle in the sky. No matter how many bricks he threw up in the air, none of them stuck. #vss 9:45 PM Nov 13th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust had taken up residence in the house, fading the past like and old photograph that no one ever looked at. Some things don&#39;t last. #vss 10:26 PM Nov 12th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I was arrested for walking down the street,&quot; he said. &quot;Of course, I was naked and had a bomb strapped to my stomach.&quot;#vss 10:18 PM Nov 12th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I need a reason to do that,&quot; Sue said and stayed where she was. &quot;Doing that is the reason,&quot; the Fran said and got off her butt. #vss 9:17 PM Nov 11th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh wasn&#39;t tech savvy. The last portable phone he had owned was a cup with a string attached. #vss 9:11 PM Nov 11th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn&#39;t win her back, and he couldn&#39;t move forward. So he stood in place, and replaced his love with beer. @vss 10:45 PM Nov 10th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People liked chocolate and people liked steaks, but steak flavored chocolate never caught on. #vss 10:43 PM Nov 10th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loved to listen to Grandpa&#39;s stories. His words were like verbal Valium and lulled their brains into rest. #vss 11:27 PM Nov 7th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never got his three wishes. Maybe he shouldn&#39;t a genie that lived in a six foot tall lamp that said &quot;Porta John&quot; on the side. #vss 11:20 PM Nov 7th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger was the drug and revenge was the syringe. He&#39;d had a taste and now he was hooked. #vss 9:20 PM Nov 6th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was love at first sight. Or it should have been. She was blind and he was looking at his I-pod. They never met again. #vss 9:16 PM Nov 6th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sandman spent his nights tossing thoughts into dozing minds, but he had no dreams of his own. #vss 11:08 PM Nov 5th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told John that even though good guys finish last, guys that don&#39;t bathe never get to race. #vss 11:06 PM Nov 5th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Tell me again how we met.&quot; Alzheimer&#39;s stole his memories away every morning and so she returned them each night. #vss 9:40 PM Nov 4th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubert knew he hit rock bottom when his mother called his wife her daughter and started to introduce him as her son-in-law. #vss 9:37 PM Nov 4th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creature walked over to the body. The group backed away. &quot;Murderer,&quot; someone said. It laughed. &quot;I didn&#39;t do this. You did.&quot; #vss 9:43 PM Nov 3rd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug smiled and tried to explain. &quot;Honey, I said I wanted to do your sister, not that I would.&quot;The shoe needed to be surgically removed.#vss 9:34 PM Nov 3rd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer rushed out so fast, it didn&#39;t realize the question wasn&#39;t it&#39;s mommy. The question&#39;s real child was never found.#vss 11:35 PM Nov 2nd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many ways can you annoy a lion? Paul couldn&#39;t get past number one.#vss 11:31 PM Nov 2nd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids all stayed away from the frightening old house, but one Halloween they got brave. It was empty. What a disappointment. #vss 8:20 PM Oct 31st, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave each kid that came to his house a picture of his mother in law and said, &quot;This is what all that candy will do to you.&quot;#vss 8:14 PM Oct 31st, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to remember her smile and realized that she didn&#39;t have one. It was time to move on. #vss 11:19 PM Oct 30th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapping on bald heads wasn&#39;t enough anymore. The birds learned to fly upside down. Skydivers were toast. #vss 11:14 PM Oct 30th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grief catapulted them away from one another and into the arms of strangers. Their shattered lives were scattered to the winds. #vss 10:44 PM Oct 29th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything to protect you, my love. Unless it involves danger, pain, embarrassment, or diarrhea. On second thought, forget it. #vss 10:42 PM Oct 29th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no children anymore. The abandoned school yard was a testament to what once was. Only dust played there now. #vss 10:58 PM Oct 28th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bologna needed a first name. He saved it from his sandwich and would raise like his own. He settled on Hammy. #vss 10:56 PM Oct 28th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffin held memories, cold flesh was a unseen shrine. The frozen grimace said nothing, because no one had been there to hear. #vss 10:16 PM Oct 27th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog used to be a prince, but there was no princess to kiss him. She had been turned into a rat. Their offspring were freaky. #vss 10:11 PM Oct 27th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg saved up his money for a truck. He stored it under his bed, a nickle at a time. Sometimes his Mommy gave him a dollar. #vss 11:00 PM Oct 26th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica couldn&#39;t resist a sale. The sign said: &quot;Half off Rectal Exams!&quot; #vss 10:54 PM Oct 26th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts roamed the halls of the house, unaware of each other. They didn&#39;t even realize they were still alive. #vss 9:17 PM Oct 25th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally had horrible luck with love, so she invented a virtual man. He hacked into her bank account and ran off with her word processor. #vss 9:13 PM Oct 25th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart sung him into being. He was distilled longing concentrated love and filtered bitterness. He lived in the back of her mind. #vss 10:18 PM Oct 24th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called his mother collect. It was Mother&#39;s Day. She lived in a retirement center. It didn&#39;t go over too well. #vss 10:14 PM Oct 24th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lies were lost in the sweetness of her words. The world listened and wanted more. Just another bringer of death. #vss 10:47 PM Oct 23rd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our office hired a zombie. He went after the less productive employers and our productivity went through the roof. #vss 10:45 PM Oct 23rd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vines snagged around the bodies and anchored them in place. The two lovers had fought to be together and gotten their wish. #vss 10:50 PM Oct 22nd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fruitcake was tired of being the punchline. Now was the time for revenge. He&#39;d force to whole world to eat him. #vss 10:49 PM Oct 22nd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky had been gray for weeks. Even the trees were subdued. Jessie didn&#39;t mind. The weather was not her barometer for joy. #vss 5:26 PM Oct 21st, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred always wanted to be a superstar. He put up a video on Youtube and waited for the accolades. He got &quot;OMG U suk&quot; instead. #vss 5:24 PM Oct 21st, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp. Asthma attacks. Inhaler fails. Ambulance races. Allergy found. #vss 9:28 PM Oct 20th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Dick. See Dick be a dick. See Jane kick Dick&#39;s dick. Ouch. #vss 9:26 PM Oct 20th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now was the time to act. He did nothing. #vss 11:26 PM Oct 19th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes Sally, with her long, hair, long legs and long breasts. Eighty year olds should not wear bikini tops. #VSS 11:24 PM Oct 19th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lost his wife, kids, house, and car. I tried to cheer him up with a balloon dog.He wasn&#39;t impressed. Maybe I should have made a cat.#TCTC 3:23 PM Oct 18th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was hot and the tea was cold. The air buzzed with insect music and she closed her eyes and listened. #TCTC 3:18 PM Oct 18th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He trained for years and finally attempted the triathlon. He didn&#39;t even make it out of the car. One more thing he never finished. #TCTC 3:14 PM Oct 18th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother always said I was smart. She also claimed her glass figurines spoke to her and that she could fly. Oh well. #TCTC 3:10 PM Oct 18th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days grew shorter and we hoped for rain. The rain never came. We had to go back. #TCTC 12:42 PM Oct 17th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to the past, but changed nothing. He went to the future, but missed it all. He came back the present and gained everything. #TCTC 12:39 PM Oct 17th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice encased the branches. The snow blanketed the valley. Little tracks went up the hill. The only sound was children&#39;s laughter. #TCTC 12:36 PM Oct 17th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Fish don&#39;t speak.&quot; They always say this, but I know it&#39;s not true. I am one with the bowl. Goldy told me so. #TCTC 12:32 PM Oct 17th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light was different now. Everything glowed with possibilities. She walked forward, ready to take on the world. #TCTC 12:16 PM Oct 17th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ventriloquist threw his voice at random people in the subway. One man got pissed. That&#39;s not coming out in the wash, buddy. #TCTC 12:13 PM Oct 17th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat by the window, face stuck in a grimace, thoughts locked behind steel doors. Now he had the perfect wife. #TCTC 2:40 PM Oct 16th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor med student brought home cadaver bits for his dinner. Top Ramen was just too bland. #TCTC 2:38 PM Oct 16th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She heard a child crying in the dark. She went to him. He had no face. He took her&#39;s. #TCTC 4:00 PM Oct 15th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born on a Tuesday and died on a Friday. Nothing much happened in between. #TCTC 3:57 PM Oct 15th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dim light made sinister shadows on the blood covered walls. The wind outside was the tittering of demons. Joe rocked in the corner.#TCTC 10:36 PM Oct 14th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to stand on his head, but he had enough trouble standing on his feet. He landed in a pile of manure on the side of the road. #TCTC 10:33 PM Oct 14th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anger drifted away, leaving behind another mess for me to clean up. #TCTC 9:17 PM Oct 13th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The cat would look better shaved.&quot; Beer and electric razors don&#39;t mix. #TCTC 9:15 PM Oct 13th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day just wasn&#39;t the same now that night never came. #TCTC 7:08 PM Oct 12th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I finally stole her heart,&quot; he said to the psychiatrist. &quot;That&#39;s why you&#39;re in prison,&quot; the man replied. #TCTC 7:07 PM Oct 12th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life was a freeway, Clyde was was the emergency callbox, his wife was the accident and his parents were the gawkers. #TCTC 10:13 PM Oct 11th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was I supposed to know German Chocolate Cake wasn&#39;t supposed to contain real Germans? #TCTC 10:08 PM Oct 11th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way out was up. The only way up was impossible. The body was never found. #TCTC 10:32 PM Oct 10th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred knew he had a problem when his therapist started to wear a clown suit to their sessions. #TCTC 10:30 PM Oct 10th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse tried reminding herself that other people had feelings, but it just ruined her fun. #TCTC 11:30 PM Oct 8th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cliche walked down the road to nowhere to find it&#39;s place in the sun. But it just found itself up a creek without a paddle. #TCTC 11:25 PM Oct 8th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We expected fireworks. The world ended with a sputter. #TCTC 11:01 PM Oct 7th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would never be anyone else like him. Except for that cute Cuban barista. Too bad he&#39;s gay. #TCTC 10:57 PM Oct 7th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took him for an ice cream and left him at her mother&#39;s. Joe hated rocky road ever since. 11:05 AM Oct 5th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police came, but we hid the severed finger in the sugar bowl. The family reunion was going pretty good so far. 11:02 AM Oct 5th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked a question and received an answer. It didn&#39;t seem so strange at the time. 6:17 PM Oct 3rd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill never new what hit her. She wasn&#39;t hurt, she just wasn&#39;t that smart. 6:13 PM Oct 3rd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn had come, and Shannon still stood. The battle had been lost, but she had won her life. It was the only prize she cared about now. 7:58 PM Oct 2nd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William longed for the innocent days of youth, minus the innocence. Playgrounds filled with dirt bikes and ice cream trucks carrying rum. 7:54 PM Oct 2nd, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air grew still around us. I tried to say something, but the words fell to the ground. I knew it was hopeless. The dead do not speak. 10:37 PM Oct 1st, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;There&#39;s always a reason for candy, but not for candy coated in arsenic.&quot; I wish I had listened to that advice. 10:25 PM Oct 1st, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man continued to weed his garden of ice. 4:48 PM Sep 30th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;My water broke!&quot; We were in the car. My leather seats! I opened the door. &quot;Get out.&quot; 9:37 PM Sep 29th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog bites man. Man bites dog. Cat pees on both. 9:56 PM Sep 27th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had gotten her wish. The day before the accident repeated forever and she could never be parted from her love. How boring. 10:06 PM Sep 26th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds sailed overhead. Joe wished he had a hat. 9:35 PM Sep 25th, 2009 via web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said he would see beyond the world. 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