First of all, My apologies to everyone. The delay in getting this last post ready was
far too long. Suffice it to say, that real life has a way of dictating what we must do
over that which we merely feel a desire to do. I hope that for reason alone, that
something like this never happens again; and further, that I have not alienated any of

Hey:

Look at this link. Maybe not so empty headed? Maybe she has a lot more brains than she lets on? And, once she found out that there are consequences to her actions...who knows?

http://cdn.funnyordie.com/videos/4178033806

Gwendolyn

In a future chapter I will need love song ideas for Kelly where she can paraphrase the song, but I am woefully ignorant about such songs.

I've just come back from a long weekend in my home village, and my best intentions of writing the next few parts of OHOP went by the board very early on. I'm not sure why I couldn't write in my mother's house - a little guilt perhaps for the mother character in the serial, or possibly just another case of me compartmentalising my life... I write in Hampshire, I don't in Wales.

Interesting story from a business news source that occasionally publishes human interest or sociological trend stories. It's about a new government regulation in Thailand to outlaw elective castration for those under 18. Gay rights campaigners support the new restrictions, while the medical establishment opposes it, citing the rights of transsexuals to be who they are.

I happened to check in her site at http://www.geocities.com/brandy_art/index.html and found what appears to be another great tale from her called Sisters. She mentions she has plans, but no time for more artwork to go with it, but the title pic is great.

Last month, I went back and took a look at the first few chapters I posted on this story... Needless to say, I was less than happy with what I read. (How did you all say such kind things about it?) (Why did I look? I was thinking of revising it as more of a mainstream story. (I don't know that it's worth the effort though.)

As I sit here eating a few Pringles crisps and wondering if I have the energy to scratch my belly button and possible remove fluff from said orifice, I decided to have a look at the reader count on some of my stories.

Whilst being gratified and somewhat smug that I seem to be liked by one or two people, my razor sharp eyes locked onto something rather interesting.

The New York Times...

God bless them! With any luck, this is the wedge that eventually breaks open the minds of the keepers of the rigid "Binary model" of gender.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/03/opinion/03boylan.html?_r=1...

I don't know if this is appropriate for blogging here, but I'm going to anyway.

If you use Wendy's you really have to watch how they charge you for what you order.

For example, let's say you ask for a double, they will automatically enter a double with cheese, asking you if you want cheese. If you say No they will add No Cheese as an attribute, and you will be charged $4.29.

In a series of astonishing developments, it appears as if I am going to be the first T woman to renew her Electrical License in the State of Oregon. It all began when...

This from yesterday's media which featured amongst others on microsoft news.

http://www.thedenverdailynews.com/article.php?aID=1381

I hope the link works.

Angharad.

While trying to create a random pick of old stories, I stumbled across this neat little capability in Drupal. For now this little list will go in the top of the left column on the main page and will show stories from about one year ago, plus or minus 24 hours. I may be able to expand this to include stories from two years ago, three years ago, etc. And maybe not. :)

Hugs,
Erin

I am led to believe that being stabbed feels like being kicked. A wound that causes blood to enter the mouth means penetration of gut or lung. Either can be serious to the point of being fatal, loss of consciousness means a large to massive bleed.

The narrative of this story is first person - unconscious/dying/dead people don't tend to say very much.