JamesSavik

Jim Carey sucks BOULDERS. I hate that disgusting pile of buzzard puke. I wish that I could go back in time and kill him before he inflicted his idiocy on society. I think that his movies have single handly lowered the collective American IQ to the point where a nimrod like George W Bush could be a two-term president.

Sigh. :roll: OK let me put it another way-- well done Ube! I'm so into this story. Can't wait for more... story that is. :smt077

Gabe- This one is fit for the front page.

The one who watched to the end with Billy wasn?t a cat; just someone married to suffering and in love with a dying man. Busy buying himself ten years worth of guilt. Asking, why wasn?t it me? Knowing now the secret, that survivors are painfully, resentfully, happy to be the ones who lived. Better you than me and all that. -TR There are scars that never heal and secrets never told- one of which is the anger. Why did you leave me all alone? as if he had a choice. Why did it have to be him? as if there was a god who gave a damn. There are some places that you should not go and would not go willingly. Not because they do not warrent exploration but because you can never fully return once you have been there. :smt010 Thanks Joey. That lonely awful place- which seems so isolated and desolate, isn't nearly as empty and deserted as it seems.

Another pricelessl Jerry moment: Just then, Jerry showed up. He had a new ribbon pinned to his shirt, which was a mess. "Hey, what'd you win?" "Pie-eating contest. Bunch of pushovers. All 'fraid to get their clothes dirty. I showed 'em how it's done." Perhaps EleCivil could do a Jerry sequel?

I have finally caught up with this story and it rocks. Mystery, intrigue, politics, class struggle-- jeez Ube! What are you gonna pull out next?

Cam and Nathan, both being relatively new to the area, agreed to follow along with anything the others decided. Jerry, knowing that he was lucky just to be able to hang out with the older kids, would have gone along with them even if they had said "Hey! Let's go throw rocks at beehives and rob the liqueur store!" Lucky for him, the liqueur store was too far away to get to on foot, and the bee hives were all well hidden this year. :smt046 A hidden gem in this story is Jerry-- 10 year old tag-a-long to Clint and Cam. Hat's off to EleCivil- I loved this passage because it is so true. To the younger kids there is nothing cooler than hanging with the older kids. Of couse they take a little hazing for it... ok a lot of hazing but what the hell. That's the price of cool.

You've been reading those deconstructionist websites haven't you? Sigh. OK. One more time. This is your brain: :smt041 This is your brain on de-constructionism: :smt096 Any questions? Just say no! ( :smt110 )

I agree with you completely TR! Abuse is abuse regardless of the target. I won't excuse it AT ALL. Kids perceived as gay do have a rough ride of it. Usually they are just small or have a voice or mannerism that labels them gay. They are usually so mortified by the abuse that they are very, very unlikely to ask for help. I remember a kid from my school named Foster who was a real little guy that looked "queer as a football bat" according to his tormenters. They picked on him because he was an easy target and they could. He wasn't gay, he wasn't even particulary effeminate. He was just a very sensitive person and ended up being a gifted artist. The Foster incident is in Broken. He's one of the recurring characters.

I really liked this chapter Graeme. Randy (Giant) is having a rough go of it. Having been there, I feel for him. The forgotten victims of homophobia are kids percieved to be gay. I want to give you props for handling Randy's emotional states. It's very accurate.

Driver has been gone for a while. While he hasn't been posting anything new, CRVBOY maintains his stories at: http://storiesbydriver.netfirms.com/

Today I heard that Grasshopper (Just Hit Send) is leaving the net. :( After Driver, the Eggman and Comicality's upcoming departure, BAWL! :smt010 :smt010 :smt010 :smt010 You get to know these guys through their work. Nothing exposes a little chunk of your soul like writing. I sure miss them when they're gone. The masters of the genre have set the bar high for the rest of us.

Yes you are! I would be absollutely lost, LOST I tell you, without my editor talonrider (Jan). Editors are critical! Without them, the pace of our stories progress and posting would slow down and the quality would suffer. Aaron knows how much I respect a good editor-- I sent him congrats for his work with New Brother along with the note that I sent to Graeme. Aaron, Blue and AJ are excellent editors and I don't think you guys are lazy. I happen to know that all three of you are talented writers TOO. I challenge ALL three of you to come up with a story over the summer! Oh come on-- just one. Pretty pleeze? -James

And was very impressed. TR has created a "period piece" in which you can almost smell the salt air. He has done an excellent job of capturing the spirit, langauge and flavor of 1941. -James

Just got it the other day.

:D I'm very pleased that you found us! Welcome, and tell us a story. -James

Jamie- I'm absolutely addicted to TSOI and check the site everyday for new postings. It's great fun and I love it! I keep hoping that Cody (the angel from the story, not the one from this site) will find a pal. :smt059 As I have a story of my own in progress, I know what a chore it is. I am on a break from my own story while I spin up my new PC. After 20 something chapters, the readers will just have to forgive me. :smt100 -James

SOuthners drinking tea has nothing to do with gay-ness in any form. The really good old southern families are of British origin and are very heavily influenced by them culturally. In the past the Southern aristocraacy was educated almost exclusively in England and are Episcipols. Some of the sur-names even retain their British spelling: eg. Whyte. These are not the hicks and rednecks that you see on tv and movies nor are you likely to run into them at the mall. Rednecks are Scoth-Irish protestants and tend to be Baptist/Methodist and alcoholic.

I can't stand coffee- wretched stuff. How can you stand it? If it tastes anything like it smells, ick. Tea on the other hand is my perfured method of getting caffine.

Here's a book for those authors working with symbols and imagry: Man and His Symbols- edited by Carl Jung. I saw it at Borders the other day but I've had a copy since the Reagen years.

Imagine being a fly on the wall listening to the conversation between Gabe the poet and the Wizard of Icaria.

WOW- that's like... Yeats or Shelly. Real art: poetic impressionism. Powerful but gentle, with just the right imagry.

Actually, I have a very different perspective on New Brother. I grew up in an environment that makes New Borther's setting look like kindergarden. Sure, there is drama and conflict but the central characters better nature is shining through. It's hopeful with characters growing and changing before your eyes.

EleCivil- The more I write, the more critical of my own product I have become. I re-did chapter 19 of Broken 5 times and I'm having the same fits with chapter 20. I think that I'm feeling the pressure of keeping the quality high but the funny part is that the pressure is coming from me. This isn't really writers block. It's more like writers fear of letdown.