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One would hope, at the very least, that the driver would be offered counselling the same as train drivers are, under similar circumstances.

I'm more interested in not boring myself (as a writer). But then again, it is necessary to note that some exposition is necessary to transition from one scene to another. The trick is to keeping the plot developing. I'd also try to avoid having some favourite piece of music playing on whatever device the character has on hand, unless the music is pivotal to the plot or its development. Try to keep distance between plot structures' causes and effects. It's very boring, banal and mundane to fulfil a setup immediately. Keeping distance between a circumstance and its resolution not only aids suspense, but also encourages profundity in its eventual revelation. It's the essence of good joke telling as well as promoting unexpected surprises. Sometimes, alternating different setups and resolutions can be of immeasurable help to sustaining both reader's and author's interest in a story as it acts as a kind of step ladder of development for the plot. Very useful to inhibit writer's block, too. Finally it must be stated to not worry too much about the clichés, sometimes these can be very useful, especially when used out of their normal context, but then, we should probably ask if they are then still clichés?

Another case where no one wins. So very sad.

Books and films are different. Sometimes the book is best, sometimes the movie goes beyond what a book can do. eg. 2001:A Space Odyssey, Sometimes they are just not comparable, think about the book, The Seven Pillars of Wisdom and the movie, Lawrence of Arabia. I've always found it best to appreciate each for their own attributes. Yes, there are travesties of good taste and accuracy in both, but my problem is with movies that are nothing more than previews of video games. Vary rarely are they worth sacrificing my life on planet Earth.

Marvellous!

The physicist, Eddington said, "Something unknown is doing, we don't know what."

What about that Roman Emperor who was celebrated for his typos?...I think he was called Typerious.

It was different for me because my formative years were affected by a host of films that attempted to reveal homosexuality as something that should be liberated from persecution by the law. Most of them did this by showing the intimate relationships as ending in tragedy for at least one of the characters. The other side of this was that the prevailing censorship of the time deemed the tragedy as valid and sanctioned the films with an R rating (for over 18 year old audiences only) because the characters got what they deserved; thereby actually, reinforcing the condemnation of homosexuality in the society in some people's eyes.. So, in my experience, Brokeback Mountain was just another movie of the tragedy of homosexual characters. I will admit that modern audiences suddenly found it okay to discuss such a movie, and its subject, and even to give it the Oscar, but for me it was nothing new. If it helped raise awareness of the injustice of homophobia, I can take some comfort in that.

If I were a monkey typing away at random, It's not the complete works of Shakespeare that I would type, but a complete list of typos, instead.

Where did that 'e' come from? I sure as hell didn't type it. It must be the work of Satin...err, Satan. However, I have to comment that a 'picutre' is worth a thousand typos.

Did he drown and rigor mortise set in?

Don't look at me, I went to one Aussie rules football match when I was about 5 years old and wouldn't go near it again. My sports teacher in high school was determined that I would participate in football, but quickly learned that a rebellious red-headed anti-sport teenager was not going to cooperate with his program. I'm not against others liking sport, it's just not for me.

About the same time everyone turned straight and began talking about sport.

Spanning the ages, a classic poem for anyone who dares live the poetic life, yesterday, today and tomorrow. Your soul sets forth on its odyssey.

Reflection on the Day I walked outside after a wonderful day. Bright blue skies with yellow sun, Now have faded after dusk, Twilight seen by eyes of mine, Herald the rising moon, So I looked at its reflection of the sunlight, Sipped my drink, and called out into the night, "Good evening moonshine."

Santa is obviously intending to come.

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Well it's the 25th December here in Australia. We get it earlier than most of the rest of the world. How can I offer best wishes for the day since I'm an atheist? I think I'll settle for "Have a Merry Happiness."

I thought you were a Parker.

I have 3 cordless drills; one of them even works.

Would I lie?

That lie detector would be so handy on a date.

Word picture of the week.

I'm sure that one could write a story with a description of sex that imparted a sense of universal love; the orgasm of the cosmos is after all, known as The Big Bang. What is love if not an affinity for life's infinite sense of unity?

What they said^