[Duck Duck Goose]

Guys, I could send you all a chapter a day, but then Dude would get mad at me, and I'm sure you wouldn't want that.

Now you understand why I had so many editors. They all wanted one chapter after the next, and that was the only way they could get them!

Well, that's my story at least, and I'm sticking with it.

C

[This Month's Pole]

]

COLE. What do you mean, about Colin and a weak ass?

Ah, maybe there IS a reason for 'Don't ask, don't tell.'

<G>

C

[Untitled Poem as of Right Now]

Just for you Cole, the Haiku:

I stand in awe, man.

Standing makes my back feel sore.

Then I sit in awe.

I love it, Des. Now, do you know a good headstone engraver?

C

[This Month's Pole]

I'll never tell.

Somehow, I never figured Colinian to be a member of the 'Don't ask, don't tell' school of thought.

I thought he attended one of those weak-ass UC schools!

C

[This Month's Pole]

My choice of "maybe" wasn't included, so I didn't vote.

C

[Progress Bytes]

I like it! Especially the line: For computers are not nature or nurture

Anyone with a little length in the tooth knows exactly the feelings it evinces.

C

[Dictionary or Fictionary?]

Then is it fair to say you had great propinquity with 100%?

C

[Untitled Poem as of Right Now]

And it's also almost a haiku. You didn't mention that!

C

[Untitled Poem as of Right Now]

It rhymes in English too.

Barely.<g>

C

[Untitled Poem as of Right Now]

Cole, you wrote a poem, and it rhymes too.

It only rhymes if you speak with an Australian accent.

C

[Untitled Poem as of Right Now]

Yes. Exactly. It can be read both ways. And one way is hilarious. Who else but Des could do that?

I stand in awe, man. Well, I sit in awe. Standing makes my back sore.

C

[Untitled Poem as of Right Now]

Perhaps it wasn't the intended purpose of the poem, but I ended up roaring with laughter.

Why am I?

Hilarious!

And pure Des.

C

[Untitled Poem as of Right Now]

This is beginning to sound like a lesson from Despondency 101. Maybe the second stanza lightens up a bit?<g>

C

[A Riddle]

The only question I see in the whole riddle is, "what?"

C

PS- And old is a matter of attitude, you young whippersnapper you, Trab!

[Duck Duck Goose]

Music to my ears.

The red is to describe my blushing.

C

[Ideas]

Yes, everyone.

I'm expecting there will be lots of sameness, and some interesting diversions.

C

[Ideas]

Where do your story ideas come from?

What determines whether it's going to be a short story, a serialized novel-length story, or something else, like an anthology?

C

[Are you naked?]

I have had a few "Accidental Discharges", but I was much younger then and still learning to handle it properly

With lots and lots of hands on practice, I imagine.<g>

C

[My Feet and Socks]

Surely getting "A's in my college courses" is in itself incorrigible.

As for claims about pendulousness (is that actually a word?) well Colin, if I were you I would prepare for the barrage of requests for photographic proof for which you are likely to be asked by the Raccoon, if not others wishing to verify the facts for the Guinness Book Of Records.

If the raccoon does show interest, just remember, they like to wash things before they have at them, and that could be lots of fun. Think of the possibilities. Those tiny paws, playing around, patting and probing. Hmmmmm.

As for sequels, wait a minute or two at least. No one else has read all of this one yet. Give me a break here. When was the last think YOU wrote, for crying out loud, Mr. Colin?

And how did you know my trouser was open anyway?

C

[Are you naked?]

Sure you do, Nick. Sure you do.

Keep saying it and it might be real.

Hee hee hee.

C

[My Feet and Socks]

This is probably not on topic at all, but I have to interject something here.

Where but at AD could I find some of my favorite people in all the world, Des and the Wibster and the incorrigible Colinian and Trab, talking about peeing on one's feet and mismatched socks and pendulous and sticking to chairs and such? It's so hilarious and droll and wity and wry that I just sit here with a happy smile on my face, loving it all. Thanks, guys.

C

[Duck Duck Goose]

Just doin' my job, mon. Just doin' my job.<g>

Thanks so much!

C

[Not Entirely Alone With Myself]

Me thinks raccoons never apologize. Me thinks they never feel the need to.

Shame, Wibby, shame.

C

[Are you naked?]

Am I missing something here? The quesition as posed on my monitor is, what do you wear when you visit? Are you suggesting anyone goes visiting people in the altogether? Or just wearing socks? Come on here. Who would do that?

I only go visiting fully clothed.

And it's never been different.

Maybe I've led a restricted life?

But I cannot imagine it any other way.

Has anyone here ever answered the door naked? I've heard people do that. Where would you ever get the guts to do that?

C

[Australian Federal Election]

I, probably like most Los Angeleans, have similar thoughts every time I'm on the freeways here. The number of cars running alongside me, filling five lanes all going in the same direction, is matched by a similar number of cars going in the other direction. They fill the freeways, going in opposite directions, probably 18 hours a day. You can't help think that it would make more sense for everyone to stay home, not go in opposite directions.

I've also thought of how many people drive to offices to work on computers all day, work that could quite obviously be done at home with our current technology. The problem is that bosses wouldn't see their employees working. They tend to equate work done to time spent doing it at a work station they can visually monitor, rather than the content of the work that has been done. This is a human problem rather than a technical one. We need to get past that. Think of the thousands of gallons of gasoline that could be saved daily just by letting these people work at home.

There are probaby many solutions to problems like this. And we'll start solving them as they become more acute. We're reaching that point at a rapily accelerating pace.

C