[Foot + Face = Wednesdays Are Free]

When you have to wear that type of clothing, you'd better have a sense of humor.

[Foot + Face = Wednesdays Are Free]

That's a funny story about the nun! I guess if they can't DO it, they can think about it a lot.

[Mothra Faulkner]

I still have a pair of pants from 1971, but frankly, I'd have to catch a terminal abdomonal disease in order to loose enough weight and waist to get into them.I love your idea for the local street art. A neighbor had a white van which became graffiti painted with "Bitches from Hell" and was totally pee'd off. I suggested something similar, suggesting he add a sign that said, "Freestyle artword donated by the girls living at ......." (They knew the girls and the address). He declined, opting to have them pay for repainting the vehicle instead. Oh well.

[Moonlight Will Prevail Conclusion]

he gave me the most precious gift of all, a will to embrace life and to always take a chance on love.

Awesome story, and awesome conclusion. Jason, I truly hope you yourself feel as above, because at times I think maybe it slips out of your mind for a while.Thank-youBart

[Stay Connected]

OMG. I can sooooo relate. I'm on cablemodem, and every once in a while something goes wrong. I don't know what, maybe a car hits a pole and breaks the wires. Who cares? I don't. All I know is that when my e-mail program samples my server for incoming messages (every minute) and it comes up with "Error. No Connection" I just about lose it. I reboot, I turn the modem off and on, and I'll wait 20 minutes on the line to the server, only to have service come back on before I ever get through to a human being. It's pathetic. It's modern life.

[Stay True to the Dreams of your Youth]

You know, it's strange, but I don't recall having any dreams in my youth. I just sort of plodded along, taking one step, then another, probably steps of security and certainty, but I'm not sure. I flew to the other side of the country for a job, which only lasted 11 months, then again across the country, to another job which I didn't find until I got there. I went from academics to technician to manual labourer. I'm not sure I even made a conscious decision. Maybe sometimes one simply makes a choice by not making a choice.I think I've actually gotten more bold as I've grown older. Understanding some of the mechanisms of my own existance has allowed me to know I can prevail upon myself even if I throw myself into uncertainty.Good story, and very thought provoking.

[Moonlight Will Prevail Part Five]

Jason, could you tell me why you posted a segment of your short story as a blog entry? When I started to read it, I said to myself, "I know I've read something like this before." but I was done before I clued in. Are you saying that this is truly your own story, and not something you created for your readership?

[Head-Shrinker's and Stolen I-Pods]

Jason, I can sympathize with your anguish of that loss. I'm glad you had a saviour to help out a bit, although the violation will not be forgotten.Many decades ago, I had written a small booklet about something that is not important now. So many people told me it was marvelous, and told me I should expand it into a larger book. In order to do this, I travelled for many weeks, visiting remote and urban areas of my province of British Columbia. On the very last night before I got home, some sick bastard broke into my decrepit car and stole the information. ALL my research for my new book was gone. For me, there was no saviour. I never had the drive, nor the money, to do the research all over again. The book was never written. Did you know that your cell phone can be disabled by the service provider so that at least nobody can use it after that? If you don't report its loss, you may get a nasty bill on top of the other insult.

[Mother (the reality)]

Jason, I'm not really sure I have the right to even make a comment. Your life sounds like it's fucked up badly, and your family isn't exactly helping you any. My temptation is to want to hug you, just because for some reason, I'm one of those despised people who want to help. I don't know why, but when someone is hurting, I want to make it stop for them. If someone needs, I go overboard to assist. If I'm not careful, I just about kill myself trying to 'make things better'. This too, is an affliction, and one I have to constantly guard against. I've been told that it's because I cannot love myself, so I try to buy affection from others. Frankly, I don't believe that. (I love myself every night, rain or shine; sometimes more than once.)Nevertheless, there may be the slightest thing that I can do for you, which doesn't overdo things for me, or offend you. Bi-polar has been found to be directly connected to poor processing of copper by the liver. By cutting down on foods with copper in them, you can drastically reduce that 'tendency' as you called it. It's not a tendency, it's a medical condition, alleviated to some extent by diet control.If you will forgive me to making this further comment: shed your family from your life. THEY are dragging you down. They're already lost to you, no differently than an actual death. They are blinded and brain dead. As long as you continue to live through them, whether memories or hopes, or even anger, you are lost. You owe it to yourself to find yourself.

[Pre - Blog]

Oh kwitcher whining Camy. Just kiddin'. But there was a tidbit on the radio forum, his dudeness works for Sirius. After seeing how long it takes just to READ the stuff on the site and forum, I cannot even imagine the time it takes to RUN the thing. I'd like to know where dude gets his extra 12 hours extra per day. The rest of us poor slobs only have 24 hours in a day.

[Shedding the "Intellectual" Label]

Don't worry! A true intellectual would never have gotten to the general vicinity of the car in the first place. Mind you, your plan was brilliant in its concept and execution: truly a work of intellectual wonder.