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Wouldn't you feel better living a more simple life? Recently I have been studying wolves and intelligent animals like dolphins. And was thinking what if we didn't have electricity or big fancy houses, no luxury cars, fast food and computer games? And just lived a simple life, basically living like any other animal; Living in your own made den, foraging and hunting for your own food, finding ways to entertain yourself and others which doesn't involve sitting on your arse, staring at a screen, twiddling your thumbs on a joystick all day. Hey! I guess It would be excellent on the environment and we would be more active and make more of an effort! It just crossed my mind one day... I tend to think about things in greater detail! Basically without all the luxuries some people would feel more grateful and probably more sociable with family etc. You get the idea? I think It would be much more enjoyable than living in luxury and taking the things you don't necessarily need in life for granted all the time. Tell me what you think :)

Would You Read My Story? Offer Opinions Please.? This is just the start! Please offer opinions. By the way, I am 11 and not a very good author... :( i wrote it all by myself this evening :) Cass jogged to the library, the bell still ringing behind her. She tapped her foot while her old teacher, Ms. Hunt, was taking her own sweet time entering the library’s double-doors, wasting Cass’s precious time. Then Ms. Hunt, otherwise known as not-even-jittery-when-there-is-a-fire-alarm-in-the-middle-of-math-class- she shrieked! Because Ms. Hunt was blocking most of the door, Cass managed only a terse peer into the cramped library. But Cass could figure out that the library was vandalized- ruthlessly vandalized! Not graffiti, but ancient looking publications sprawled on every visible surface. However, the novel section, with all the gleaming covers, was untouched. The librarians were already dialing 9-1-1, and the sirens were echoing in the distance. The librarian, Mrs. Wilkins, was ushering people out the door, all protesting loudly. As she was escorting some particularly inquisitive teens out, Cass slipped past the bulking body of Mrs. Wilkins, and into the library. As all the shocked patrons of the library were huddling in groups outside, the police were coming in. Cass just managed to curl up inside the checkout desk, when the thumping steps of Chief Franklin Craigwell pounded past Cass, to the Non Fiction section. The most damaged section was shelved next to Geography and Mathematics, because Hiliston didn’t follow any rule of filing the books, certainly not the Dewy Decimal system. There were no signs for that section, the one and only reason the Chief knew that the surroundings were were what they were because of the type of book: Devision Made Simple, and Where Is That... Places around the world... It was damaged the worst, scarce were the books in place on the couple of shelves. The books were slew across the floor, the pages torn from obvious fury or hurry while reading. There was also, Chief Craigwell noticed, chocolate fingerprints on every book that was carelessly thrown around. Fresh chocolate. He slowly thumbed through random books, trying to figure out the similarity of them all. They were all about Local History. Once all of the officers were lingering aimlessly between the shelves, trying to think of one reason why someone would vandalize the old books, and even more, who would? the youngest ‘officer’ was musing, “No one has taken out any of these boring books for years! Who would vandalize them, and why? These books are so out-of-date, I bet at least one of them says ‘Thou’ or ‘Thee’ or something stupid like that.” Billy whispered his thoughts to another man, only a couple of years older than himself, Billy only being sixteen. That man whispered to another, and soon the Chief knew about it. “Good, Mr. Russell, we should ask the librarian all the names of the people who checked out any of these books.” Billy was startled out of his dread of getting into trouble for being mouthy. “Fine, Chief, should I go now?” Billy asked, proud that his idea was not a failure, even though it never occured to Billy to talk to Mrs. Wilkins. “Yes, Mr. Russell, go fetch the records. Now.” Franklin Craigwell commanded. “NOW!” Cass, after eavesdropping on the police, crawled out, and silently pulled the heavy door open, and stepped out. She walked to her house, passing the old bank, which wasn’t ever open, at least when Cass was alive. Cass, who was thirteen, always wondered what was in there. Once Cass even tugged on the door to make sure it was locked. It was, though. She wandered into her house, and ate her supper with little enthusiasm, and went to bed early, but not falling asleep, just thinking. All night. Thinking. Sorry about the grammar, but I am 11! I can't ask anyone because they aren't here now. Anyone. I want to be an author when I grow up! :) I just chose CASS because I can change it any any time!

i wrote a short story if anyone wants to read it, its good and i just want to know what u guys think? Short Story A man was out hunting when an arrow whizzed past his left ear and embedded itself in a tree directly behind him. The man’s name was John, and he was an English trader who was out hunting in the forests of an unknown island. John was almost six feet tall with light brown hair and brown eyes. He was well built and had a kind face. He was almost thirty and was the captain of a ship named “Condor”. He and his men had stopped for food on this island, not knowing where it was but knowing they were starving. He fell to the ground and rolled over; he started crawling on his hands and knees away from the direction whence the arrow had come. He looked up to see strange men, all tall, darkly skinned, wearing feather hats and loin cloths. They were closing in around him from all sides. All carried weapons, either spears or bows and arrows. John felt hopelessness wash over him as he watched them descend toward him. John was trapped. He was in terrain that looked oddly similar to a large crater covered in strange unfamiliar bushes and trees. The sun was blocked and it was quite dark where John lay. He watched as the men grew closer. He thought he recognized them from stories back home, “Indians” he said softly to himself. At least 50 of them, he thought and all I have is a rifle and twenty-five bullets.Then he thought of his men who were back at the ship, waiting for him to return with a fat deer. They would be making a warm fire and a few simple repairs. John had told his crew if he wasn’t back in two days they should try to find him. Fat lot of help that is thought John. As he considered his options he realized he could either try to hide, fight, or surrender. None of these actions seemed very pleasing to him as he mulled them over in his head. Fighting was out of the question; there were twice as many Indians as he had bullets. John was sure they were Indians by this time. He thought about hiding, but knew it was futile. They would find him; he could tell. They looked like just the kind of people who would be expert trackers. John had only one choice. He took it. John stood up. He was tied to a pole in the middle of what he could only assume was the Indians’ camp. They had oddly shaped houses made of straw, and the same odd bushes were there that John had seen back in the canyon. He tried to remember what had happened since he had decided to stand, but there was a splitting pain on the top of his head. He also thought one of his ankles was broken, but he was too delirious to tell which one. He tried to remember what had happened, and how he got where he was, wherever that was. Flashes of memory rushed back to him. He saw the men sprinting down the hills. He remembered dropping his rifle and raising both his hands high above his head. He remembered turning and seeing, as if in slow motion, an Indian who must have been pushing seven feet, about to club him over the head. Then everything went black. So that’s how I got here he thought, I wonder how long I’ve been here and if my men are looking yet. John then took a closer look at his surroundings. He saw the pole he was tied to was not just a pole; it had faces carved into it. Totem pole he thought. Then he looked more closely at the huts. They were quite ingenious; the way that the roofs had been made stopped rainwater and wind coming in, giving quite a bit of warmth to the hut. His vision was blurry, but out of the corner of his eye he saw people, mostly women and children, peering at him from around the sides of their huts or the trees. As John waited for something to happen he slipped in and out of consciousness. He was vaguely conscious of someone feeding him, but he wasn’t sure. Eventually he saw a man approaching. He must have been 7 feet tall and strongly muscled. He wore a loincloth. His skin was dark, and he had the blackest eyes John had ever seen. He carried a miniature axe, which John realized was a tomahawk. It looked like a toy in the man’s hands. There seemed to be blood on it, but it wasn’t fresh; it was dried and old looking. He must not have cleaned it since the last time he killed something. Maybe some kind of weird ritual… thought John. The man drew near, and behind the giant Indian walked a short man. John was shocked. He was the first short man John had seen on the island. He wore a robe that covered his whole body except his right arm. The man was no taller than five feet, so he was totally dwarfed in comparison to the other men around him. He appeared to be at least 70 years old, and he wore a hat that was like a crescent moon with seven feathers one red, one orange, one yellow, one green, one blue, one indigo, and lastly, one violet. John suddenly realized they were the colors of the rainbow. He only had time to wonder vaguely how they did that, when he saw the short man walk toward him, and he blacked out again. The next time he woke up night had fallen, and the stars were out. More stars than he had ever imagined there could be, all incredibly bright. John felt stronger; he sat up and looked around. The inhabitants of the village were sitting around a fire and what a giant fire it is thought John and the colors! The fire was not just a reddish orange, but there was blue, and what a blue it was. So bright, so overpowering, it was as if the ordinary red of the fire had been drowned completely out and been replaced by this magnificent blue. John sat amazed for minutes, and then he shook himself. He became aware of singing; it was a beautiful but terrifying sound. It struck fear into his heart, and it made him feel weaker and more hopeless, however John knew somehow that the song was having the exact opposite effect on the Indians. As he grew weaker and more fearful they grew stronger and more courageous. John watched them for a while longer, then he noticed that the song seemed to grow louder and more overpowering. John noticed that the blue flame was growing stronger too. It was growing hotter and taller. He could feel the heat of it on his face. The chief stood and started walking towards him. He grabbed John by his coat and lifted him with sudden shocking strength. The chief carried him for a moment. Then he slammed John into tree. John felt his spine crack and then he was lifted again, this time by many hands. They lifted him and carried him to a large flat rock and bound him down, so he couldn’t move even a pinky. They had tied down all but his head and neck, which were left to swivel from side to side. He saw a large knife lying to his left then it was lifted out of his vision. John knew what was coming, John saw a flash of silver then pain seared John’s right side. It was pain, but it was less than John imagined it should be. John thought, then he remembered the bullet cartridges that lay across his side just where the Indian was stabbing him. The Indian struck again in the same place, and John felt the same pain but again, less than it should have been. John was sure he was going to die soon, however. He saw the angle of the blade was different this time it was heading right for his heart. There was another flash. The knife was coming down again. This time surely it would kill him. The knife was within an inch of John’s heart. Suddenly a loud crack rang out through the valley and the Indian who had been killing him fell on top of John. The knife spun out of the Indian’s hand and bounced off the rock twice before it fell imbedding its point in the ground. John felt the sweat from the Indian spray onto his face. He saw blood spatter. There was a bullet in the Indian’s forehead. Then everything happened at once. Arrows flew. He heard screams and yells some of which he recognized as English. Slowly John began to realize what was going on. His men had come to save him. He felt his lashings being cut, and he stood. There were still people yelling, arrows flying, and bullets whizzing, but he knew he would be safe now. He was bleeding from the wound in his side. He could feel the man who had rescued him at his side. The man was guiding them back into the forest where the Indians had captured John. The man was supporting John. It took John a while to recognize him in his weakened state and the dim light, but then at last he recognized Mark, one of his closest friends. Mark was a short man but very stocky and strong. He had black hair and blue eyes and a kind trusting nature. John was overjoyed to see him again. He tried to thank him and tell Mark what had happened, but all that came out were mumbles and faint grunts. Mark didn’t notice John’s attempts at speech, however. They weren’t out of danger yet, and he was still focused on getting them out of there. They were all racing out to the boat as the Indians chased close behind. Arrows flew within inches of them, striking the trees and ground all around. Then there was a break in the thickness of trees and John could see the ocean, but better yet John could see the “Condor”. A new hope seemed to grip the crew and their pace quickened they began to run faster, but it still wasn’t fast enough. The Indians were right on their heels. The “Condor” was waiting about twenty yards out, and there was a good wind. John was shocked at first to find himself in the water. He began to struggle and splutter, but as he felt himself being dragged towards the ship he stopped and let his rescuer pull him. John was sure it must be over now, but the Indians still had not given up. They had canoes waiting on the beach. John could see some confusion among them while they all tried to get aboard at the same time so they could continue the chase. John knew what was going on now. He swam the last five yards as fast as he could. He was almost the last to reach the ship. Many hands pulled him on board. Ever so slowly they got underway, but the Indians were catching up quickly in three canoes each holding three men. The “Condor” did have cannons but they were rarely used and small. Nevertheless the men readied them and fired. Only one of the canoes was hit; the other two continued on faster than ever. Arrows began to strike the ship. With a hoarse shout of pain one of the crew dropped dead, an arrow through his chest. John began to get mad. He was at the point of fury. When the Indians caught up the men had prepared to be boarded. John drew a sword and a musket and stood waiting, enraged. At that moment the six Indians jumped over the gunwale. Two were shot immediately. They fell with a scream, but the others had gone berserk and were slashing and hewing at the crew. Three men were already dead from the violent attack. John saw this and the anger in his heart grew. He lifted his musket and fired at the back of an Indian who was attacking Peter, one of the younger men of the crew. The bullet drove through his back like a knife through butter. The man fell silently. John reloaded and shot again. This time the bullet drilled through the side of an Indian’s head. The man fell without a scream; he was dead before he hit the ground. With a bone-chilling cry the last Indian charged at John brandishing a spear and a tomahawk. He threw the spear. There was no time to react. It struck John in the belly and stuck left half way. John staggered backwards. The Indian man was still charging him with the tomahawk raised high, all the while screaming his deadly war cry. John lifted his sword and lunged. He drove the point of his blade deep into the man’s chest. The man tumbled over John and they both fell to the deck of the ship. John knew he was seconds from death. Mark rushed up to him trying to see if John could be saved. John thought he heard his name being shouted, but it was so faint. Everything was growing so dark. He could feel himself falling, but he wasn’t frightened. Everything seemed to slow down. John felt relaxed and calm. He felt that where he was going, wherever that was, was a good place, and John died that day with a calm relaxed smile on his face. All pain and hurt he had suffered not only over the past few days, but over his entire life was gone.

Are these story ideas good? Please rate them on a scale from 1-10 (10 being the best) and leave any other additional comments you like. 1. Long ago on the planet of Alder, demons and angels coexisted (somewhat) peacefully. But then, one day, the demons attacked, killing all angels and the queen. But in the queens final stand, she took out the demon king with her. Being immortal, neither of them were completely defeated. Years later, a native girl named Caitlyn discovers that she is the "host" to the remaining piece of the angel queen. Now, Caitlyn must collect the pieces of the Orb of Light to revive the queen. But the queen is not the only one on a journey to revive themselves, the demon king is too, and if he beats the others to it, he will release an evil plague that will allow him to control the people of Alder. --Yeah, I know the synopsis could be better-- 2. All throughout the world, many innocent people are dying, due to Death, the ruler of the Underworld. Two boys, Max and Chester Figgins, are sick of Death's wrong doing. So one day, while Death is roaming their street doing his daily killings, Chester confronts him, and then cheats him. Death is furious, and begins to hunt down Chester so he can end him once and for all. Death doesn’t know it, but this is part of a diversion. Meanwhile, Max is on a journey into the Underworld to obtain and destroy The Bone, the item that gives Death his powers. --Again, sorry for the synopsis-- 3. Humans have been the superior race for years on Earth. That all changes when "Magicks" invade the Earth, sending humans to prisons as they move in. A group of unlikely humans manages to escape the grasp of the Magicks, and are now on a journey to stop them. --By the way the group is made up of people of all ages, backgrounds, personalities, ethnicity, etc.-- 4. A group of teens known around their town as thieves is asked to do a special job: rob a simple house and be reward $10, 000, 000. Of course, because the kinds have done hundreds of these with ease, they accept. Little did they know they were getting themselves into trouble, deep trouble. As they snoop through the house looking for the item they were there to rob, they encounter something horrific: a 9-foot-tall "man" made of fire. They run out of the house, getting as far as they could. The next day, they confront their client about this. The client tells them of how that house is a demon lair, and those demons have the "recipe" for complete immortality and power. The kids leave their client to do the work on their own, but are attacked by demons days later. They know they can't escape this problem, and now must use their skills to help stop the demons. --AGAIN, I'm sorry for a bad synopsis-- No, the kids and their client want the recipe so the demons can't use it... (#4)

Help w/ simple, compound, complex, and compound-complex sentences?!!!? Classify each as either simple (s), compound (cd), complex (cx), or compound-complex (cd-cx) 1. Would you please water the rosebushes and the crape myrtle? 2. After the paint dried, Dominic made a frame for the painting. 3. We had an hour for the test; however, when the timer went off, Ms. Feynman gave us another ten minutes. 4. Pythons are some of the world's largest snakes. 5. Like other large snakes, pythons eat small animals; furthermore, pythons may also hunt prey as large as wild pigs. 6. Barika used a camera loaded with high-speed film and fitted with a telephoto lens to take pictures of hummingbirds. 7. Native Son, which is Richard Wright's first book, brought him recognition as a writer. 8. Seattle and Spokane are at opposite ends of Washington;moreover, the Cascade Range of mountains lies between them. 9. The names of both cities come from American Indian words. 10. The term pagoda refers to the style of building that is used for Buddhist houses of worship in CHina, Japan, and other countries, but the word came from India.

Things that make a real man? Ive noticed that with different generations the idea of what a "real man" is changes why is that? It seems that the qualities women want in their ideal man are the simple values that your parents teach you. One of my friends made this comment to me the other day saying that I was a "real man" (im only 19) but it made me wonder what it was about me that made her say this. The list she gave me were simple aspects id expect any good respectable person to possess. I used to think being a "real man" meant hunting or building your own house, things like that but it seems to have changed with the times. Now obvious things like being loyal, providing for your fam, and doing whats right seem to be the hallmarks of a real man. What the heck happened? What do you think the definition of a real man will be in 20 years if right now we're down to the basics? okay it seems people are getting hung up on the"real" part....I didn't think i needed to clarify that I simply using a term...would it help if I said Ideal?

Im pregnant, why wont he grow up? Im 19 weeks pregnant and I have given up everything unhealthy for my baby instantly. I do all the chores, all of the errands, I work less hours but make more money than him. I feel like I grew up instantly when I found out we were having a child but he wont. We started counselling but nothing is changing, I try to get him to clean up or do errands and its a huge fight everytime or him being pissed at me for taking away some of his free time. His routine consists of waking up going to work for eight hours coming home hanging with his friends playing video games for 4-5 hours then sleeping till work again. I love him to death and he keeps saying it will change when we move or when the baby gets here, i dont know if i can handle being his mother anymore. I do laundry, cook, clean, grocery shop, get anything we need for the house, pack, hunt for apartments, hunt for a car. He cant make even the simplest decision and gets mad at me if he thinks I made the wrong one. I cant take much more of this. Plus he smokes weed and cigarettes, money we could be saving, he keeps saying that hell quit, he cuts back but then 2 days later right back to the same thing, he dosent keep promises 8 times out of 10 and wants praise when he does. I need help here!!

I love "The Changeling"....what would you suggest...? I love this sort of horror movies...like "The Changeling","Ringu" and similar..."The Others", "Six Sense","Stir Of Echoes", "The Village" are all fine too, but not scary enough and too simple for me. "Exorcist" and others of the kind are mostly too naive for my taste. I find slashers boring (I slept through half of "Friday the 13th" when I was twelve, so things like "Scream" or similar still makes me only yawn). Does anyone knows good horror of the kind like first two I mentioned, something made from 1980 to present time. I care little about the language, as long there's an english title. Also, I need something serious and mind challenging. Could be anything...ghosts, paranormal happenings of any sort, ghotic, curses, witches...whatever, only to be serious. Hunted houses are always welcomed too. Any sugesstions?

help me convince my parents? Help me to convince my parents? i want to get a gun and im 13 years old. my dad was in the army for six years and knows alot about weapons but says they are too dangerous. the thing that i think is keeping him from letting me get one is that he was trained to kill people, making him think that they are an extreme danger and just having one in your house will ensure the death of a family member. my mom says she thinks guns are a horrible thing and doesnt "believe" in weapons at all. i have 3 younger brothers that are 11, 9, and 4. i have a very strong passion for guns and i love hunting. the gun i want to get in the 91/30 Mosin Nagant FMJ. this is a 60 year old military rifle from WW2. Tammo is cheap and the gun itself is only 94 dollars. why cant my parents just let me get this weeapon. for one, i have offered to pay for it fully and have offered to pay also for a 200 dollar safe for it. i have also said that they could be the keeper of the safe's code and i would never knoe how to get the gun unless i asked. and i said that i would never bring ammunition into the house. there is no way for anybody to get hurt in this situation and a gun cant be shot if 1: you cant get to it and 2: there isnt any ammunition to shoot! so please tell me if i am making sense. thanks ps. a guy named max just answered this and asked me to explain why i deserve the gun so here it goes. my parents since i was 4 have forced me to play hockey.i hate it more than anythng but i have become quite good at it. i am the best in the state and am on the peewee AA team. i still hate the sport but realize that i need to do something to keep from becomming over weight. so, i get over hockey but every year in the summer my parents also make me swim on swim team. i have swam on swim team since i was 6 and i have, coicidentally, become extremely good at swimming aswell, placing first in state over all 13 year olds and ranking number 1 on the team 2 years in a row. i am not breagging i am just stating that obviously i have worked hard, and for what? for them. and now when i ask for a simple thing that can easily be made into a safe and fun thing they will not let me have it. this enrages me and im sure it would to you too.

Looking for the best 500-word multi-paragraph essya that elaborates on this topic.? Discuss what happens to Mathilde in "The Necklace".Why did it happen?How could it have been different?What would you have done in this situation? The Diamond Necklace Authors : Guy de Maupassant Abstract by: Jubell / 600 / 24 July 2005 / Rating: 2.6 Abstract type:Abstract Visits: 1066 Guy de Maupassant’s short story “The Necklace” tells about the fate of a middle class woman in France. Mathilde, a woman of a certain beauty lives an ordinary life with a maid servant and her husband who works as a clerk. Although the couple does not have to suffer and enjoys a secure life, Mathilde is not satisfied. She longs for more luxury, lovely dresses and attractiveness. One day her husband, well aware of his wife’s desires, comes home with an invitation from the Minister of Education. He expects Mathilde to be pleased because the high society of the town is most likely to be present. Mathilde is far from happy, because she feels that none of her dresses are appropriate for such an occasion. Her husband, although he had planned to buy a gun for his weekend hunting, offers to spend their saved money on a new dress. The date of the invitation comes closer but even with the new dress at hand Mathilde is not satisfied. She has no jewelry and refuses to go to the banquet. Her husband suggests she should visit her old schoolmate whom Mathilde had not visited for a while, out of jealousy. Madame Forestier, delighted by the visit, offers to lend Mathilde the necklace she likes best and after some hesitation Mathilde picks the most expensive looking diamond necklace. The awaited evening comes and Mathilde is delighted. She feels admired and enjoys every moment of her appearance. At the end of the party she and her husband leave to catch one of the night carriages. At home, taking a last look at her beauty in the mirror, Mathilde discovers that the borrowed necklace has disappeared. Monsieur Loisel walks back to all the places they had been that night but cannot find it. The next day they try to gain some time, telling Madame Forestier that they had brought the necklace to a jeweler to get the clasp fixed, but this lie does not help either. Not even the jeweler who had made the necklace is to be found. Finally the Loisels decide to buy a replacement. They get together all their saved money and borrow from everybody they know. Madame Forestier gets the new necklace and does not realize that it is a replacement. In order to be able to pay all the loans back Mathilde has to fire the maid and do all housework by herself. They live through ten years of poverty in a small house. After these long years of discomfort Mathilde meets Madame Forestier in the street and decides to tell her the truth about the necklace and how she had to suffer. At first Madame Forestier does not even recognize Mathilde whose beauty has faded. She is surprised when she hears the story and feels pity for Mathilde as she tells her the original necklace had not even been a real diamond one, but a simple imitation.

Are people who use CD to save money stupid? I don't get why people are willing to settle for 4% or less a year. Are they a) stupid b) lazy c) rich and don't care? Don't give me that "better than nothing" BS, here's what IS better than 4% a year (without being fined if I ever wish to withdraw early). * If I had $100, I'd just save it, all I need is to watch out for coupons, holiday savings and compare deals, I'll easily save myself $5-10. In as little as ONE transaction, I have $105, more than what you waited a year for. ** If I had $500, I can put it aside, and save up that extra $5 a week I'm saving on gas for 4 weeks, and I'll have $520. ***If I had $1,000, let's see, if I lived in a major city, where the local college or high school uses the same graduate cap and gown every year, how much do you want to bet you can't ask somebody to sell their used one for $10-20, and sell it for $30-40 next year? In order to beat the CD rate of 4%, you only need to make $50 profit, which means, you only need 5-10 people out of a school of 300, to sell you their gown, and you can sell it again next year to another 5-10 people who'd rather save $10+, sell it for $10+ what you bought it for, and you've made $50-100. Or, if I lived near a college, I can just spend a few hours a week researching what books they are buying, buy them up at Half.com for fraction of the price (math and science are usually the hottest). I'll only need to sell them to students for $10 more than I bought it for, and 5 books will return me $50. Less than a week worth of labor paid me more than waiting one year, how's that? ***If I had $10,000. I'd first be stupid to not make sure I'm debt free. After that, I can easily flip used cars by buying them from desperate people, fix and clean it up some, and sell it for a 10-20% profit. I'd also be stupid not to buy up bulks of silver coins and flip them right away for a 10% profit. (can be done in less than a week, silver is only $15 an ounce, you think with a few thousand dollars they can't give you a 10+% discount?) ****If I had $100K, and no debt, I'd be stupid not to hunt down foreclosed houses for under $50K (not right away, but wait and see). Flip it the first chance I get. In order to beat the 5% interest CD gives, I only need to sell a house for $5K more, within a year. So, with all these simple ideas. Can you seriously be so stupid, so lazy and so rich to let them hold your money ONE WHOLE YEAR for only 4% ? OH, AND RISK BEING FINED IF YOU WITHDRAW EARLY? I have tried most of these things, but only those under $5000. I started with $500 a few years back and I'm now at $5000+. I'm not a millionaire, but I certainly wouldn't be either if I settled for 4% a year.

Im sure this is horrible but...? I have written some short stories. I wrote this one about a week ago for a short story competition. It's a murder mystery competition. I have already submitted the story, but I wanted to get your opinion on it. I don't expect it to win, but i thought i would try. sorry its kinda long: The funeral was hard. People looked at me with sorrow in their eyes and tried not to cry in front of me. I knew what their expressions meant “Oh that poor girl” is what I imagined everyone to be thinking. I fought back the tears as much as I could, but occasionally a single tear fell down my face and my throat began to hurt from trying to fight back the stream of tears I knew were there. I had never been one to allow people to see me hurt or to feel bad for me. I was stronger than that, I thought I was anyways. After the burial, I wanted to go home and put on some warm pajamas and curl up in the bed. “I’ll take care of her” my mother whispered to my aunt. I rolled my eyes when no one was watching. I just wanted to be able to express my feelings alone. I wanted to scream, kick and throw things if I felt like it. I looked at my mother and said “Thank you, but I can take care of myself. Please just let me be alone for a while. I will be ok, I promise.” I walked off and I knew it hurt her knowing she couldn’t make me feel better, but no one could do that right now. I searched for my keys in my purse and I walked to my car. When I arrived home, the quietness of the house was eerie, so much that I quickly ran to the table and grabbed the remote and turned on the television. I just needed to hear the sound of another person. I was tired. I hadn’t eaten much in the past few days and that made me weak. I pulled down the covers and crawled under them and tried to sleep, after thirty minutes of tossing and turning. I finally gave up and went to the bathroom cabinet. Sleeping pills are what I went for. I took the bottle and poured two pills in my hand. My hands were shaking when I poured the rest of the pills out. I could end all the pain right now. It would be fast and painless. I quickly put the rest of the pills back in the bottle and took just two. It wasn’t long before I dosed off. When I woke up it was morning, I slept through the night. I didn’t have any nightmares; my mind was too tired to think of anything. My husband hated me. He hurt me every time he had a chance. The night we had our last fight was the night I knew it needed to be done. I knew I had to get rid of him. I did my research. I knew how to do it with no evidence left behind. I planned out a simple “accident” that would not attract questioning. He loved to hunt. Oddly enough he didn’t expect to be the one hunted that morning. He never went with anyone; he claimed his hunting trips were his stress reliever. I followed him out to the woods early in the morning. He was unconscious when I got to his favorite hunting spot. I knew those pills I slipped in his coffee would do the job. As I expected, no one was around. I took his hand; I had on my leather gloves, put the gun in his hand and as he lay unknowing of what was going on, he committed suicide. Lucky for me, he just lost his job due to the economy. No one would suspect any foul play. He was just another depressed person who committed suicide because he saw him self as a failure. I waited until that evening and called the police to report him missing. The police came to my house. I knew what they were going to say when they came in the house and I braced myself for it. After they told me, I collapsed in a fit of screaming and tears. Quite the actress I was. The police felt so sorry for me. Days passed and sometimes I felt sad for what happened but mostly I felt good for being able to pull it off with little questions asked, but I didn’t know things were about to change for the worse. Apparently he felt uneasy about me in the days leading up to his death. I told him I wished he would die, but at that time I just said it to make myself feel better. Apparently he felt like I might actually kill him because he gave his friend a sealed envelope. He was not to open it unless something happened. The note simply said “If I die, she did it.” And his name was signed at the bottom. I received a copy of this letter from his friend. The note was slipped under my door for me to find. I felt nauseous as I read the letter. This wasn’t fair; he was the one who hurt me, physically and mentally. If he didn’t hurt me I would not have done what I did. Leave it up to him to find a way to hurt me from his grave. The phone rang, it was his friend, he told me he called the police and reported me. I hear the sound of the sirens coming quick. My heart began to pound very fast and I reacted quickly. I ran to the cabinet where I stashed my pills and poured the whole bottle in my hand. I got a drink of water and took all of them. There was no way I was going to spend the rest of my life behind bars because http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Ar8RUpVZSQzemGzgU1FR.b_sy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20081211123545AAZPunV this is the rest of the story, it all didnt fit in one post. thanks!

My book idea--is it too overdone? Basically, i'm writing a book based on--wait for it--vampires. But not fully. I'm getting a little tired of this 'Vampire mainia' thats sweeping everywhere at the moment. And so i decided to create a whole new concept around it. My story is basically about Parallel worlds; Earth being the weaker, the light element, whereas Ferctus (the parallel Earth) is full of strong beings, and society is stricter. Religion has been banned, and even though there are equal rights for everybody, the ruling class dominate. Basically a portal opened between the worlds by an influx of energy, creating a gateway. Problem is, when the ferctonians explore, they discover the humans and become obsessed with them, because of our simple features and our vulnerability. A lot of ferctonians differ in looks. But they (humans) are used for the wrong purposes--to feed on, as role models on how you should look (which elevates the more human looking individuals to a higher rank) and also to breed with, because they create 'pure' looking children that retain the stronger parents power. But that is just the background, basically, seventy-six years ago, a woman called Kelsey Aldridge found a locket in her garden and when she opened it, took her to Ferctus. She was found by three ferctonians--Eran Durance, part vampire, part draconus. Augustus, a werewolf, and Vivienne, an estanthi. In order for Kelsey to get home, she has to find something that is lost inside of her. For her, it was love, and she falls in love with Augustus. But they are hunted down by a power hungry half vampire and half reality jumper called Victor, who wants the locket because the powers it contains fit into the chronicles of his underground reigion called the Indra Un; something similar to alchemy, where he belives that he can become a god through it.She has to go back to Earth as Augustus fights Victor, leaving him devastated. In the present time, Kelsey had died and her great-niece Evelyn Parsons, who has just turned 18, has inherited everything.One week after moving into Kelsey's house, bored and confused by nightmares of a woman being hunted in a forest, she gets new neighbours to a derelict house opposite her--Eran, Augustus and Vivienne. They lie and say they are siblings, to fit in, but they do not look the same. Evelyn eventually finds out who they are after figuring out some clues Kelsey left, and confronts Eran. He tells her who they are, where they come from and the connection to her great aunt. He tells her that the locket was originally supposed to lock the portal, so they threw it in there, hoping to cancel the connection. But it did nothing, and when Kelsye came through, had to make a new one. They are made by Sydney, a rare type of ferctonian who can manipulate energy. She copied the energy of the portal and inflicted it onto the locket, along with a few more elements so it would close. When Kelsey left, they went after her and the locket she now wears, but Eran is carrying the other locket and the portal is closing. Victor and his wife, Lenore, part vampre and part courtan, follow on, but the stress it puts on the portal stripps them of some of their energy, just so the portal will have enough power to put them through. Now on Earth, they want the locket to go back to Ferctus, recharge, and then come back to Earth--because they have dicovered Alchemy, which fits into their religion Indra Un. And they are after hunting Evelyn for what they want, putting them all in a bad situation. Eran, one month after Evelyn found out and completely infatuated with her, confirms their presence, and when they come for her, the only way to save her from torture is to open up the locket and go to Ferctus. Evelyn is outraged, and when she finds out that he did it for her, she feels sad. Eran is immortal and they shouldnt be together. Which is a problem for Eran, as he needs to find himself. And in order to find himself, Evelyn must take down her guard. The rest of this story i will not delve into, but they eventually get back home--but with one major problem that i hope will string on into another couple of stories. Basically, i have used the vampires as one of many breeds of ferctonians, but i have a few more-- * Draconus--a being that is very strong, but not as fast as a vampire. They have golden skin, and can create blue fire from their hands because their skin pores are specially adapted. The fire is created from a liquid that runs in their blood stream from an organ called a Payr, and one it connects with the air, it ignites.They are known as the protectors. *Crau--beings that can absorb the life energy from things by touching them. Can be lethal. *Estanthi--beings that have a core made of inpenetrable ice. They need to be kept warm to stop their skin from freezing over. *Reality jumper--they merge in with matter around to transport themselves places; the air warps around them and shatters like glass when they reach their destination. A

Can you check this essay for errors? The Anglo - Saxons Between the fifth and eleventh centuries, three Germanic tribes inhabited Britain. Anglo – Saxon is the general name given to the Angles, Saxons, and Jutes. The Angles migrated from Angeln, a peninsula in southern Germany. The Saxons relocated from Lower Saxony and the Jutes from Jutland peninsula. Naturally, they also share a closely related Germanic dialect. The Anglo – Saxons then adapted to a new language, Old English. Modern scholars simply refer to it as “Anglo-Saxon”. The Saxons themselves called their language “Englisc”. Oddly enough, “Englisc” was pronounced the same as “English.” A lot of the low-level structure and vocabulary of modern English goes back to Old English. The Anglo – Saxons are recognized by their illuminated manuscripts, fine ivory carvings, gorgeous churches and architecture. Traditional literature included heroic, Christian, classical and Latin poetry. Poems such as “Beowulf” gained epic status in Britain. The Anglo – Saxon chronicles are the earliest collection of scripts narrarating Old English history. Created during the reign of King Alfred the Great, multiple copies were distributed to monasteries throughout England. Nine manuscripts survived, and seven are written entirely in Old English. The Anglo – Saxons’ traditions were based a lot on dates. Sunday, or sunnerdaeg, began the first day of the week. The Saxons dedicated this day to the sun god. Monandaeg was Monday and dedicated to the moon god. Friday the 13th was an unlucky day even for the Saxons who believed that it was the day son of Odin, god of light, was killed. April was the “opening” month when trees unfolded and plants came to life. In addition, as with many other cultures, the Anglo – Saxons had a rich tradition of oral storytelling. The center of every Anglo – Saxon home was the hearth, or fireplace. The woman of the house would wake early in the morning to prepare a morning meal, milk the cows, make butter and milk, and collect vegetables and herbs. Later on, dinner was cooked over the hearth. This was typically some sort of stew. Not only was the hearth used to cook the meals, it also provided the main source of warmth for the house during brutal winters. Both the men and women had many duties. In addition to sewing and weaving, women tended after the animals. Just like his wife, the husband would also wake up at sun rise. He would look after the animals and prepare wood for the hearth. His other tasks vary from making furniture to hunting. Wheat, barley and oats were very common and typical. They played a major role in the simple diet that included porridge, cereal, bread, beer and alcohol. The Anglo – Saxons were master farmers that grew a variety of vegetables and fruits such as: parsley, turnips, plums, cherries, cabbages and peas. Short cloaks and capes were an essential part of a man’s outfit. Commonly made of sheepskin or fur, cloaks usually weren’t tailored and had a single hole for the head. Trousers paired up with leggings or garters along with tunics and belts. Women also had very simple outfits and wore cloaks similar to the men’s. Beneath the cloaks or shawls, they wore gowns. During cold seasons or special occasions, women would pair their gowns with an under dress. Britain’s dense forests were a huge benefit to the Anglo – Saxons. They used the wood to build huts and straw to create the roof. Although these are all gone, some stone churches still remain. A typical home was one big room. There everyone slept, cooked, ate and invited company. Houses were usually built facing the sun to get as much heat and light as possible. The hall, or Chief’s house, was the largest home in the village. It was long, wide and held a huge fireplace in the middle. Above the fireplace was a big hole for the smoke to escape. Windows were simple slits in the walls. Although historians aren’t exactly sure why the Anglo – Saxons came to Britain, they do have a few theories. It’s very likely that their homelands flooded and the Anglo – Saxons moved in order to find a new place to settle down and grow their crops. Other sources claim the possibility that the warriors were invited to Britain. After settling down, the Anglo – Saxons divided Britain into several kingdoms. By around AD 600, the five main kingdoms were Northumbria, Mercia, Wessex, Kent and Anglia. Before Christianity became the major religion of the Saxons, paganism ruled. Unfortunately, most sources documenting Germanic paganism cannot be traced. Modern scholars believe that the Saxons participated in human and animal sacrifices. Similar to other Indo – European religions, paganism is polytheistic. Principal gods were Tiwaz and Ziu. Christianity was first introduced to the kingdom of Northumbria by traveling monks from Ireland. Around the seventh and eighth centuries, Roman Catholic churches started appearing over Britain and eventually replaced old Pagan beliefs. During the 8th and 9th centuries, the Viking the Vikings began to migrate to Britain from Scandinavia. Anglo-Saxon accounts illustrate viscous Viking raids in which people were massacred, churches destroyed, and animals and costly objects stolen. By the end of the 870s, the Vikings occupied most of eastern England in Danelaw.

temporary roommate how do I resolve issues nicely? Tuesday I got a call from my fiance asking if one of his friends could stay with us for a week while his new apartment got sorted out. Turns out my Definition of " sorting out" and his are two different things. I thought it meant that the apartment just had to be made move in ready. To my fiance "Sorted out" meant that his friend needed to find an apartment. His friend is nice enough but there are a few things that bother me, and having never had roommates before I don't really know the diplomacy of resolving issues. The big one is personal hygiene. Now I'm not a domestic goddess by any means. I will admit my house is often pretty cluttered. While my house may not be the cleanest I take issue with smells so my home doesn't smell and personal hygiene is pretty important in my book. My Fiance's pal smells plain and simple. I don't think he's showered since coming to stay with us and he hasn't changes his clothes. I can tell my fiance that he needs to go take a shower but I have no idea how to tell this guy he needs to get clean. I've tried hinting, I let him know that I put fresh unused towels in the bath room for him in case he wanted to shower. I bought new body wash and soap and let him know where it was. I don't know what else to do, and I don't want to embarrass him by outright saying " you smell get a shower." The clothes issue doesn't help the smell either. The guy has fallen on pretty hard times. He lost his last apartment and lost his job all he came with was a back pack and there has been mention of two or three boxes of stuff being stored somewhere. ( which I have suggested my fiance bring to our house) I don't know if he brought a change of clothes with him. I've talked to my fiance about this issue a few times and his only suggestion was I offer to wash his clothes next time I do laundry. To me that isn't a solution because I'm not his mother. It's bad enough I'm cleaning up after the two of them and cooking their meals I'm not adding on laundry. I'm very tempted to go down to wal-mart and pick up some socks and underwear and find some used clothing on Freecycle and just leave it in his room. But again I don't want to embarrass him. The other issue is I don't know how long he's staying. My Fiance told me a week but so far I haven't heard any mention of apartment hunting or anything. Right now he doesn't have a job so he spends his days playing video games and on the computer. He does try to help around the house. A few times he's cleaned out the dishwasher and he's fed the cats before we get home from university or work. ( He figured he had to because they started driving him crazy) I feel like it's me my Fiance and my teenage son. I don't mind him staying here for a week or so but is it really too much to ask him to be upfront with his plans , keep himself clean, and maybe help out a bit more? My fiance wants to get a roommate when I'm away for my year work term. He's been thinking about asking this guy to stay with him. This worries me because while the guy means well he really isn't that reliable. Can someone help me.

how would you make this better? ok so i have to write a story for class. i do fairly good in writing and i just have trouble with using how should i put it... "big" words. i use simple ones that makes the story boring and i need somebody's help!!! thanks!:) About 2 and a half years ago (I was fifteen then) I was out hunting in The Reapers’ Forest with Daimon, my best friend. I’ve always loved being in the woods, the cloud of pine scented air held in place by the forest canopy always made me happy. Crackling branches as I walk through, branches touching above as I walk below them, hidden wonders as I walk around in the forest, green meadow hidden in the folds of the forest, the earthy smell of beginnings and endings. It was so different from the gray factories that are scattered throughout town that fills the air with a putrid smoky smell. After about fifteen minutes of searching for game, we heard a rustle and a huge buck stepped out in front of us. It noticed us and saw the gun in Daimon’s hands and realized what was to come. Daimon raised the gun quickly before it ran away and shot him clear in the head, but right before he got shot he gave me a last look, its eyes were filled with so much betrayal; I think it was the first time I had ever regretted killing something for food. I was locked up with weird feelings so Daimon instead of me, advanced toward it so we could lug it back to the house and start dinner for me and his family, when we heard a whimpering noise. I thought at first we hadn’t killed the animal instantly, and it was just making noises while it was dying. But Daimon stopped me and put a finger to his lips. I immediately stood still and strained my ears to hear. At first I heard nothing but the rustling of leaves and the soft little chirps the birds made, signaling that spring was soon to come. After a few moments of silence I heard it, but it was much louder now. I realized then the whimpering was not coming from our kill, but it belonged to some other origin coming out of the woods. It didn’t sound too far away, so we decided to go check it out. We left the buck, and dashed quickly and quietly through the grove of trees. Daimon and I were so used to being together in the woods, even our pace as we ran was the same. The closer we came to the sound, the more my mind thought of horrible things that may lie ahead. I soon came to a conclusion it was a Reaper that was trying to lure us to him, a Reaper was a zombie like creature that lives in the forest that supposedly eats humans. I’ve never seen one before and I planned on keeping it that way. I decided to question Daimon about it. “Hey Daimon,” I said slightly out of breath from jogging. He looked over at me and didn’t say anything, for he was to out of breath to speak, but I knew him well enough to know that his dark amber eyes were actually asking what? “Do you… Do you think it’s a Reaper?” I asked him with an edge of worry. This time I looked over at him first, he slightly turned his head so I could see his eyes, they were soft and reassuring, so the answer was no. Then something caught out of the corner of my eyes and I stopped. Daimon stopped after me, we were breathing heavily even though we only ran for 10 minutes. I saw on the ground leaning up against a tree was a little girl; or used to be. Now I could clearly tell that the noise was coming from her. The poor little thing was covered in mud and blood, and she was basically in rags. I assumed she died when she became quiet. I gave Daimon a nod, telling him I was going to take a look at her. He nodded back and I went to kneel beside her, crunching sticks and leaves as I did so. She really did look dead and certainly smelled like it, but when I leaned my head in to listen for any heartbeats; I realized she was still breathing! I told Daimon to carry her back to the house immediately, and to forget about the buck, a wolf probably already got to it anyways. We were so far out; I thought by the time we got there she would be dead. We ran quickly back to the house and when we did finally get there, Daimon placed her on top of an old wooden table in the dining area (previously owned by people that lived here about a thousand years ago). I had just found this place and I hadn’t had time to investigate it. I was surprised that the old antique of a thing could hold her; then again I could easily count her ribs. We then removed the rest of her shredded cloths so I could get a good look at her wounds. Because of all the blood I expected it to be pretty bad, but she had no cuts at all. That seriously confused me and Daimon. But I was so freaked out by what had happened that I really didn’t care about it. I was just glad this poor thing was alive. thats definetly NOT all of it and this is in the middle of the story not the beginning so can anybody let me send them this as an email so they can revise the WHOLE thing? thanks!:) ~$~

translating to farsi? plzzzzzzzzzzz? The Principles of Scientific Management (1911) by Frederick Winslow Taylor, M.E., Sc. D. Scanned by Eric Eldred (eldred@tiac.net) INTRODUCTION President Roosevelt, in his address to the Governors at the White House, prophetically remarked that "The conservation of our national resources is only preliminary to the larger question of national efficiency." The whole country at once recognized the importance of conserving our material resources and a large movement has been started which will be effective in accomplishing this object. As yet, however, we have but vaguely appreciated the importance of "the larger question of increasing our national efficiency." We can see our forests vanishing, our water-powers going to waste, our soil being carried by floods into the sea; and the end of our coal and our iron is in sight. But our larger wastes of human effort, which go on every day through such of our acts as are blundering, ill-directed, or inefficient, and which Mr Roosevelt refers to as a lack of "national efficiency," are less visible, less tangible, and are but vaguely appreciated. however, leave nothing visible or tangible behind them. Their appreciation calls for an act of memory, an effort of the imagination. And for this reason, even though our daily loss from this source is greater thanfrom our waste of material things, the one has stirred us deeply, while the other has moved us but little. As yet there has been no public agitation for "greater national efficiency," nomeetings have been called to consider how this is to be brought about. And still there are signs that the need for greater efficiency is widely felt. The search for better, for more competent men, from the presidents of our greatcompanies down to our household servants, was never more vigorous than it is now. And more than ever before is the demand for competent men in excess of the supply. What we are all looking for, however, is the ready-made, competent man; the manwhom some one else has trained. It is only when we fully realize that our duty,as well as our opportunity, lies in systematically cooperating to train and to make this competent man, instead of in hunting for a man whom some one else has trained, that we shall be on the road to national efficiency. In the past the prevailing idea has been well expressed in the saying that "Captains of industry are born, not made" and the theory has been that if one could get the right man, methods could be safely left to him. In the future it will beappreciated that our leaders must be trained right as well as born right, and that no great man can (with the old system of personal management) hope to compete with a number of ordinary men who have been properly organized so as efficiently to cooperate. In the past the man has been first; in the future the system must be first. This in no sense, however, implies that great men are not needed. On the contrary, the first object of any good system must be that of developing first-class men; and under systematic management the best man rises to the top more certainly andmore rapidly than ever before. This paper has been written: First. To point out, through a series of simple illustrations, the great loss which the whole country is suffering through inefficiency in almost all of our daily acts. Second. To try to convince the reader that the remedy for this inefficiency lies in systematic management, rather than in searching for some unusual or extraordinary man. Third. To prove that the best management is a true science, resting upon clearly defined laws, rules, and principles, as a foundation. And further to show thatthe fundamental principles of scientific management are applicable to all kindsof human activities, from our simplest individual acts to the work of our greatcorporations, which call for the most elaborate cooperation. And, briefly, through a series of illustrations, to convince the reader that whenever these principles are correctly applied, results must follow which are truly astounding. This paper was originally prepared for presentation to The American Society of Mechanical Engineers. The illustrations chosen are such as, it is believed, willespecially appeal to engineers and to managers of industrial and manufacturing establishments, and also quite as much to all of the men who are working in these establishments. It is hoped, however, that it will be clear to other readers that the same principles can be applied with equal force to all social activities: to the management of our homes; the management of our farms; the management ofthe business of our tradesmen, large and small; of our churches, our philanthropic institutions, our universities, and our governmental departments.

Could I have opinions on my first chapter for my book? Going on WattPad, about three and a half pages on Word. Could anyone fix mistakes if they see them? Thanks! ♥ - Large trees surround the narrow pathway, a breeze faintly blowing the foliage. Behind the girl, a trail of uprising dust follows as she slowly walks down the winding path. Her bright green eyes slide away from the ground, now focusing on the dimming daylight. "Mother will worry if I don't return soon," she murmurs, deep in thought. Black curls rest delicately on her shoulders, dark waves falling against her back. Hugging the fabric that wraps around her chest closer, she quickens her pace. The moon slowly rises into the sky, the sky darkening as it does so. She is closer to the village now, she can tell easily. The sound of beating drums, deep whistles, and cries enter her ears, louder as she nears the village. The girl muses silently to herself, "Must be a celebration. For what, though?" Celebrations are rare for her village - survival is a challenge, and necessities or wants can not wasted for a good time. Though thoroughly confused, the girl is excited. Rare are celebrations, yes, but fun all the same. Soon enough, she arrives. Maidens are dressed in their best gowns, slinking to the ground in time to the music, pressed against their partner. Men assist the maidens in the dance, their muscled arms around the females' waist. The younger boys beat their toughened hands against drum tops, a rhythmic tune most definitely. Joy is evident for the village at this moment. She pushes through the intoxicated crowd, stumbling as she arrives in front of her cottage house. "Oh, Ithaca, dear," feminine toned words reach her ears. Her mother stands there, her silk dress flowing around her legs. Ithaca's mother is clearly planning to attend the joyful celebration. A smile forms on the girl's red lips. "Hello, mother." "I've prepared the gowns for you and your sisters. Opal will explain of the celebration if you ask," her mother informs her, hurrying past in a mannerly way. Her mother had created two dresses once, a few years back. The woman had made it so she could tailor it to fit the growing girls as years go by. Last month was the last time it had been tailored; it will fit, Ithaca was positive. Murmuring to herself, Ithaca enters the cottage. "I wonder?" Shaking off the question for the moment, she steps into her and her sister's sleeping chamber. Opal's eyes shine pleasantly at Ithaca through the looking glass. Ithaca returns the greeting. "The celebration? What for?" Ithaca's soft voice questions her sister curiously as the girl holds up the gown. The gown itself is a soft, golden-brown shade. The sleeves are a dark cream that end near her wrists. A simple yet quite low corset claims major cleavage. Ending at her ankles, the skirt is golden-brown with a cut of cream in the center. For Ithaca, this dress is truly magnificent. She is grateful. It was then that Opal replies, after a few moments of silence. "Hunting was the best it's been in forty years a week ago, the women at the shop counted it yesterday. It was only announced today. The council decided to hold both a party and a feast because of it." True it is that there had never been once a good hunting day in Ithaca's sixteen years, much less Opal's fourteen. This means no celebrations, as well. Ithaca barely notices that her sibling wiggled into her own gown until it was already fully wrapped around her sister's body. It is wonderful, just as Ithaca's was. Opal's dress is about the same as Ithaca's, however it is gray and white. The corset was higher, barely showing cleavage whatsoever. Girls in their society younger than sixteen could not show much cleavage, it is claimed to be inappropriate and desperate for something that should be saved for after the sixteenth. Unlike in many societies, losing virginity at sixteen is encouraged, rather than frowned upon. Their mother obviously had tailored it to fit a young woman. Slipping on her dress, Ithaca quickly prepares. "Hurry along, Opal," she ordered, "time to go." The celebration is just as festive as it was when Ithaca was pushing through the crowd. If not, even more festive. "Ithaca!" A shout sounds throughout the quieter area of the party. It is Gordon, a friend of Ithaca's. Both young adults have fallen in love with each other, though neither has admitted it yet. A smile forms on the girl's face. "Hello, Gordon. How are you? Last we've talked was yesterday, I believe?" Gordon nods, his unusual blonde hair falling into his green eyes. Many people of the village had green eyes; the blonde hair, however, is unique. It is his father's bloodline which held that strange trait. "Correct, little lady," he smirks, bending down into a bo Standing upright, Gordon pouts. "No, I'm not. Anyways," he continues, stretching out the last word. He seems suddenly nervous as he asks, "Care to dance?" This would be Ithaca's first time participating in a dance. Like dressing, dancing in a manner similar to a celebration dance before a girl's sixteenth is considered horrid in this society. She is nervous, as the dances are quite racy, and Gordon is her best companion. Though her first time dancing in such a way with her love, though not yet official, may not be bad. In conclusion, Ithaca agrees. Taking his hand, she is led into the dancing crowd. Her mind is filled with silent, curious questions as to where this dance will take them. Wow, I just realized it cut off in the wrong place. Here's the PROPER rest of it: Standing upright, Gordon pouts. "No, I'm not. Anyways," he continues, stretching out the last word. He seems suddenly nervous as he asks, "Care to dance?" This would be Ithaca's first time participating in a dance. Like dressing, dancing in a manner similar to a celebration dance before a girl's sixteenth is considered horrid in this society. She is nervous, as the dances are quite racy, and Gordon is her best companion. Though her first time dancing in such a way with her love, though not yet official, may not be bad. In conclusion, Ithaca agrees. Taking his hand, she is led into the dancing crowd. Her mind is filled with silent, curious questions as to where this dance will take them.

Stupid and Annoying Pregnancy Comments! >.<? This is going to be a verrrry long 9 months if I'm only at 6 weeks and people are already pressing my buttons with the pregnancy comments. Obviously, I haven't even heard the vast majority of crap comments and oh-so-NOT-humorous little quips since it's so early, but I'm about to snap. These are the worst: 1. "You better get all the rest you can get now before the baby comes. You're going to need it." -- I get it. Babies cry and poop and spit up and eat and wake you up at all hours of the night. I promise I've considered this when we were trying to GET pregnant. Billions of women in history have survived it, and I'm pretty sure we will too. Thanks for the backhanded and bitter "advice". 2. "I can't wait until you get HUGE with a BIG belly!" -- Are you freaking stupid? Let's throw away all common courtesy and comment on a woman's weight. NO, even BETTER, let's comment on a hormonal woman's weight. Because I'm not sensitive about my body already. YES, I'm aware that I will be the size of a house and will barely fit through the front door. THANKS for reminding me. Would a simple, "You are going to look so good in pregnancy" kill you? 3. "I can't wait to rub your belly!" -- No, you will NOT be rubbing my belly. I am not Buhdda. You won't gain luck from it. Pregnant bellies are not automatically public domain, thanks. I have always liked my personal space. What makes you think that has changed? And, just so you know, when you DO come and rub my belly uninvited, I WILL be rubbing my hands all over your face and chest so you get the picture. 4. "I'm going to be an Aunt/Uncle!" (comment made by people of no relation.) -- Actually, NO. You will be Miss ____ or Mr. ____ . My husbands sister and brother in law are the ONLY people who qualify as aunt and uncle, and I refuse to dimish their role as REAL aunt and uncle by calling every Joe Blow we know from high school aunt or uncle. Plus, that is REALLY freaking creepy in my mind. 5. "Oh you just wait! You're going to want that epidural! It's like no pain you will ever feel again in your life!" -- No way. Childbirth is like crapping rainbows and bunnies. It won't be painful. It will be magical and I'll feel no pain from a 9 lb baby progressing his or her way through my birth canal. But thanks for the "advice". I'm already scared enough about the whole thing. Let's rub it in. I don't mind. And, with that kind of talk, you'll DEFINITELY be someone I look to for advice in the future. 6. "You better call me as soon as you get to the hospital! I'm going to be in the delivery room right?!" -- Oh, HECK NO! Were you there at conception? Did you give birth to and/or raise me? No? Then you'll get the call when we get home and more comfortable. Again, I'm a very PRIVATE person, and you know this. What makes you think for a second that I'd be okay with you staring at the most private part of my body while a child comes through it? 7. "You feel fine now, but wait for the morning sickness/heartburn/swollen legs&feet/etc." -- Thank you for making it that much harder to enjoy the parts of my pregnancy that have been great so far. Because I'm not nervous enough with my first child. You freaking jerkface. 8. FacebookPost: Man, I'm tired today... Repsonse: Get used to it. You're having a kid. -- I'm not a lady who curses or uses crass language, but the hormones are RAGING over this. It's taking every bit of restraint the most merciful God in heaven has given me to keep from hunting you down and ripping your face off. Then YOU can get over THAT. Because you have a pregnant friend. 9. "You're cleaning? You must be nesting." -- I mean, because no woman wants a clean home unless she is with child. No woman recognizes the dishes need to be done until she's pregnant. All women without children or pregnant have messy houses filled with trash and roaches. 10. "You can't eat that." -- If you take that plate of food away from me you will leave with a fat lip. End of story. I'm an adult, and I'm perfectly aware of what I can and can't chew into bite size pieces in order to swallow it and sustain nourishment to myself and my child. Back off. And the crazy thing is that I would normally never be this angry over things like this. It has to be the hormones. But they are striking hard on me and right now I'd just love to go all HeMan and rip some people to shreds. I'm not ungrateful, I promise. And I've never had thoughts like these or had the urge to do such violent things to people I care about. I love my family and friends so much. But, COME ON!!! >.< It's like everything they SAY strikes this terrible nerve and a switch flips in my head and all I see is my hands ar ound their necks! :( Any help or advice on controlling this unreasonable rage will be greatly appreciated! Also, if you have any stories about comments people made to make you angry in pregnancy are always welcome. :)

What companies make a tawny or skin tone colored eyeshadow? I had a little like $3 eyeshadow trio made by MaryKate & Ashley. I got it at Wal-Mart, and it had black, white and a tawny (just like skin color) eyeshadow. I liked it cuz the tawny shadow didn't really look like I had eyeshadow on, but it sparkled and looked good. Well, yesterday I was gonna do my makeup in my car cuz I was running late, and the eyeshadow compact slipped out of my back pocket and fell from the second story in my house to the floor below. Needless to say, it shattered into a million pieces. So, today I was back at Wal-Mart trying to get another of the same eyeshadow, and they didn't have it. I got kinda destracted from hunting 4 another 1 cuz I ran into a friend so I just grabbed a different colored one :(. ANYONE KNOW OF A NICE, SIMPLE SKIN TONE EYESHADOW YOU CAN BUY AT LIKE WAL-MART OR TARGET?

WoW mini gold guide - how to make gold.? I've designed my own little gold guide for WoW, it was initially just a reply to someone's question, but i thought i may as well share it here with all you people. Please star if you think this is a good little guide. I hope this helps anyone who needs help making gold. Okay, this is a big question that everyone wants to know. And i've found the best way to get money is to pick up mining/herb and skinning. So, get yourself either mining or herbalism. These professions are great! As your playing you will find plants/nodes to pick/mine or you can go on a big hunt for them over the course of a day. Sell all the herbs you pick/ore you mine and smelt on the auction house... A tip for selling, check what everyone else is selling the same thing for and sell for a little bit less than the lowest one. e.g. > Here's a example list of people selling saronite 1 > 20 for 50g 2 > 20 for 50g 3 > 20 for 45g 4 > 20 for 47g 5 > 20 for 44g You would want to sell a stack of 20 for 40-43g, this way you know it's going to sell, and your still getting nearly just as much money as everyone else. If you put your stuff on the auction house at top dollar, everyone's going to buy other people's stuff instead of yours. So keep your prices low, but not too low! With mining, always sell your stuff as bars (smelt from ore) as they will sell a lot better, the only people that buy ore are miners that can't be bothered going out and mining the stuff and they want to level from smelting instead, and not many people do that. Besides, bars are more useful to more people. Also pick up skinning as your second profession. The reason being is sure Herb and mining are the 2 best money making profs in the game, however, you can only track one at a time. If you get mining/skinning or herb/skinning then you can kill things, loot them (potentially get greens/blues from them and sell more stuff) and skin them. You will still be getting money, but a lot easier. Another way to get gold in WoW is buying and reselling things on the Auction House. Doing things such as buying blue/epic items that people are selling way too low, and resell them for a more normal price. I've made hundreds of gold this way! If you really want to make some dough, just look on the auction house and find the things that people are selling for the most gold. Track them down with thottbot.com and go and farm for those things, then resell them on the auction house. Another good way (if your level 80) is to do daily quests, they give you around 20g a quest and you can do up to 25 in a day. If you do all of them, then 25x20=500g. You could make 500g a day from doing simple and easy daily quests.

is this first chapter of my book any good? Right i know its long (sorry about that :) ) but is this first chapter of my book any good? please bear in mind its only a first draft but if theres anything i can improve on please tell me!!!! thanks X With a sudden jolt I woke screaming, the fire still engulfed me, the heat and untameable flames swept across my helpless body burning me, pain shooting along my limbs I didn’t understand what was happening, how could I – I was only a baby. Only one thing made sense over the roars of the fire I could hear him calling me, the cries of my father ringing in my ears. The sounds, vision and pain gently started to fade away, as I slowly came back to reality I laid in my bed troubled and disorientated my cheeks were wet with tears. I let out a short sigh – I should really be used to my dreams by now I’d been having them every night for almost 20 years. I quickly recovered but stayed perfectly still in my bed. Although it was still dark in my tiny box room I could hear the birds outside my window. As I struggled to hear the more delicate, endearing calls of the smaller birds over the ugly racket of the crows and seagulls I realised the time and let out an unintentional moan as I pulled myself out of bed. Still half asleep, I caught my foot in a tangle of clothes and fell forward grabbing my bookshelf for support knocking over various items including my jewellery stand, flinging its contents onto the already messy floor. I gave myself a minute to compose my scrambled thoughts before I made the decision to leave everything as it was and go have a much needed shower. The shower was freezing, it was too early to turn the hot water on - the ancient, groaning house would wake everyone else up if I had, nevertheless for some reason I couldn’t stop grinning as I felt the cold water splash against my face, soaking my hair, it left me awake and refreshed if not somewhat chilly. After my shower I hurried to get dressed, feeling the cold more clearly now I noticed the goose bumps on my arms and my teeth started chattering. Hurrying from the bathroom I flung my towels over the bedroom door and brushed through my tangled hair with my fingers then more thoroughly with a brush before I dried it roughly with the hairdryer. Hair. It made me laugh my hair had always been strange, whist some girls wanted blonde hair, others brunette or red I had just wanted a normal hair colour. My hair was blue, not a bright sky blue thankfully but more a silvery blue - still enough to make people stare. It had bothered me as a child when the kids would laugh, bully me, pull my hair and point at me. Nowadays I loved my hair, I’d learned to embrace it and now it was my most loved feature. I often used my hair to show how I was feeling. Today I hummed gently as I looked at myself in the mirror I was thinking braided pigtails. It emphasised my youthful, playful mood I was in. After pulling my hair into the simple design, I put on my makeup and grabbed my silver bracelet slipping it on my wrist. I could hear pots and pans in the kitchen, the kettle boiling and the opening and shutting of the cupboard doors. By the time id made my bed and opened my curtains - the only tidying I managed to do in the morning, despite the fact you would struggle to see my pale pink carpet, - my stomach let out a low groan and the smell of eggs quickly sent me rushing down the stairs. Sure enough Gwen - my aunt - was serving up fried eggs and toast, whistling a tune that I wasn't familiar with. "Morning Brooke " she chirped in her shrill voice and continued whistling away I just murmured in response thinking it was a little rude of me not to give a half decent response but I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts -as I often was 'away with the fairies' as Gwen would say. Id lived with Gwen, her husband XXX since I was 10 months during which time they had three of their own children XXX, XX and XXX. My dad had been killed in the fire that hunted me each night and I'd never known what happened to my mum. I was hungry as Gwen placed the plate on the table in front of me but I took the time to enjoy the eggs, carefully cutting around the yolks trying not to pierce the thin sack and although I answered the odd question from my aunt I ate the eggs nearly in silence giving me time with my thoughts. Bad idea. My unguided day dreaming led to me pondering my dream from the previous night. They had seemed more intense, more real recently and it troubled me, my dreams were usually a good indication of my current feelings and occasionally even how I was going to feel in the near future. Since I had felt fine recently I was a little worried about the next couple of days although I pushed the anxiety to the back of my mind telling myself how stupid I was being. The expression on my face must have told my aunt what I'd been thinking. "what's wrong Hun?" Gwen questioned, curiosity in her eyes. I wanted to avoid questioning so I took a long gulp of orange juice, grabb it a flame flashed through his eyes. An actual flame. Like he was staring into a fire but the fire was actually in his eyes. Gasping I pulled away, forcing myself to stand up. opps i just realised half of its missing : ) im gonna try and put as muchas i can on : ) I wanted to avoid questioning so I took a long gulp of orange juice, grabbed my bag and helmet as I rushed out the door mumbling some excuse about being late. "But you don't have to be there for ages yet" she called out to me although I pretended not to hear her. I pushed my motorbike out of the garage, struggling to hold open the rusted door and push out the bike at the same time. I casually swung the door shut, quickly locked the door with my pink leopard print key and slipped it back under the rock in the corner of the driveway. I was eager to get down to the beach, flinging myself onto my bike I revved the engine and drove down the driveway onto the road past the grand windmill at the end of the road and onto the winding country lanes. It took over an hour to drive to the beach, I looked forward to meeting up with Laura, although we saw each other every day at work, our shifts often left us with few opportunities to meet up socially . I parked my bike next to a rock at the top of the beach, not bothering to secure it as the beach itself was well hidden I didn't need to worry about it getting stolen. I scanned the beach for Laura but she hadn't turned up yet. Guessing I was pretty early I pulled out my phone to check the time and noticed I had a number of missed calls and texts, all from Laura. I read the first text: "Hey I'm soooo sorry but I cant make it today :( my mum pulled me in to help out at the flower shop apparently she's got a big order for some wedding although I reckon she just wanted some company : ) anyway like I said I'm really sorry ill make it up to you some other time - how about next Thursday? Text me back when you get this so I know your not standing around waiting for me! See youu later at work XXX" I quickly scanned the other messages which followed roughly the same trend just getting more and more urgent as the went even though they were usually only within minutes of one another. I laughed quietly to myself, she got so worked up about the smallest of things and wrote a short reply back telling her I got her message and to have fun at the flower shop. I hoisted myself up onto the rock that supported my bike and pulled my knees up to my chest. I had the whole morning until I had to be at work, I didn't particularly want to stay at the beach by myself, and I so rarely got time to myself that I wanted to spend it usefully. I brushed away the purple nail varnish that I'd been subconsciously chipping off my toe nails from my flip flops and looked across the ocean. The waves battered the shore and thrashed against the cliffs but it had a sort of relaxing feeling, I was the only person in sight and the feeling of physical loneliness was peaceful, I could truly be myself with no one else around. My philosophical thoughts were interrupted by the squabbling of a pair of seagulls as they fought over a ver a food scrap. I was quickly absorbed by their acrobatic manoeuvres in the air. One of the gulls was only young, its feathers still greyish and messy and although the smaller of the two seemed to easily avoid the attacks of the other gull and when it spotted its chance sharply grabbed the food from his beak and made his escape leaving the other gull with, what looked like to me although Laura would just say I was being stupid, an embarrassed look on its face. The interruption gave me enough time to give some serious thought on what to do and in the end I decided that a bit of retail therapy would be the best idea as I leaped of the rock onto the soft sand below, got on my bike and chucked on my helmet and headed of towards the nearest shopping centre. Once I arrived at the shopping centre, which was only a short twenty minutes away, I parked my bike in the closest car park, this time chaining it securely to a post. Taking of my helmet I realised it ha actually been raining and rather heavily since I'd parked, I looked up to the sky to find it an angry grey and, although it was pointless, wished it would stop raining. To my surprise by the time I had reached the exit of the car park the rain eased away and had stopped altogether once it reached the high street. Perfect I thought, smiling widely. I made my way to Marmalade, a small family run shop. Despite it not being a large company with numerous stores across the country like the common high street stores, I had found some of my much loved clothes there; a knee length dress with faded sunflowers, a pair of red satin heels and some brightly coloured flared trousers being a few of the items I'd purchased there, I'd always found something in there I liked. Turning sharply around a corner I rushed straight into a guy walking in the opposite direction scattering a pile of books he was holding across the thin cobbled street. I tried to say sorry but it came out an inaudible whisper. He was gorgeous. I came back to earth with shake of my head as I bent down to help him collect his scattered belongings. I tried to sneak a closer peak at his perfect face, but a peak wasn't enough, I saw him and couldn't stop staring. Whether he had felt my gaze or he had just gone to stand up he jerked his head upright to meet my stare. I couldn't break eye contact. It must have only been a moment but the intensity of that stare made it feel like a lifetime, I forgot how to do anything; my legs felt weak under me as if they were about to collapse, I couldn't talk, couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. It was his eyes, a colour I'd never seen before, a red so deep it felt like I was going to burn straight through me. Then, so fast I wasn't sure if I had imagined,

I'm throwing a small teen party, help? Okay, I'm throwing a very small (about 6-8 people max) party, just a simple party, not a birthday or anything like that. The problem is I don't know if I should theme it, like "Spa Party" or something of that nature. But not all my friends are into Spas, I was considering a Legally Blonde Movie themed party, and we could watch the movie and do home-made-trivia and then manicures and pedicures and pizza afterward's or something The more I think about how to theme the party it gets harder to choose, I'm 19 and my friends come from different "stereotypes" (not saying they're all stereotypical, but yea...) The one thing I DON'T want is Twilight, It gets too crazy and although all my friends agree on it I don't like it, it's way over done and that's all the parties are now- so I need a classic fun party... any suggestions? Should I do a Scavenger Hunt or something? (if so advice on how-to-create) p.s. my house is pretty small and my parents will probably want us to stay in a limited area (plus we don't have much money to spend)

The good, the bad, and the ugly: Is it the guy with the gun? (I have various firearms including the infamous 'Assault Rifle', in no way do I condone what I am about to say, but I say it for the sake of understanding points.) The question I think of now is one that weighs hard on the heads of many people; some Liberal, some Conservative, and many in the middle. The firearm. The wondrous firearm; an item of which can kill a man without being ten feet from him. As we know; a Glock 19 with an extended aftermarket magazine was the weapon of choice for Jared Lee Loughner; a man of many undetermined creeds. What he has done is unforgivable, he murdered six people and wounded more people in more ways than any tragedy on American soil since the massacre at Fort Hood. As we know, he shot a child, killed her. With a gun. He shot a state representative, Gabby Giffords, with a gun. He wouldn't have been able to do any of these things without it. Even if he had a knife, he wouldn't have caused this much damage, no scenario can exemplify it. The only way he managed to cause such damage to our society was a simple Glock 19. After this sickening tragedy reached the aftermath; people were hot on debate with fists of iron, steel, and lead. And so now, we reach a topic of such heated discussion that it's a fight between facts, opinions, livestyles, and decency. Many ways could be used to ask this question. I simply say it like so; Is it the guy with the gun? #1. Firearms are lethal weapons capable of killing a human being or animal with a single pull of the trigger if loaded. In the wrong hands, they can be a mere menace to society, or even twist of fate and murder all in one if used to slaughter the innocent. #2. Many high-capacity magazines serve little-to-no purpose in society. There is no real need for them, other than suppressing fire, however in todays society with clusters of houses grouped together and people at each turn of the street, such tactics can be more deadly than they are effective. Large magazines also guarantee those with a criminal mind more chances to kill innocent civilians when they decide to finally let loose and punish the good for no reason. (I have three Beta-C mags for two AR-15's, and a 75 round drum for an AK-47.) #3. Military-style firearms serve few purposes that can not be easilly made up for by hand-guns and various rifles and shotguns. Their only real benefits are 'scare tactics' that are useful in home defense and quick and ease to operate in the said scenarios. In the hands of a crazed individual, a Milstyle rifle can be more deadly than any other weapon. If Jared Lee Loughner were to have utilized a weapon like such; the bodycount would be twice as high. They are of limited use when hunting; as an AR-15 is not a precision instrument meant for hunting and killing an animal, but instead, effectively wounding a man. (I have effectively tagged 3 deer using Milstyle rifles; Two with an AR-15, and one with an AK-47. All were clean kills with one shot each at 69-105 yards using the scoped AR, and 75 yards using the scoped AK. One AK and One AR shot pierced the heart of the respective; the other AR shot pierced two lungs of it's own.) Does anyone else have an argument to contribute to the necessity/lack thereof for firearms? I intend this for a discussion thread; rather than a hard-on debate. #4. There are said to be more guns than people in the United States; and there's more than 300,000,000 people. The majority of homicides are committed by mentally unstable people, and prior felons and gang members who have illegally acquired firearms. The MASS majority of gun owners are not mentally unstable, and preventing those with mental instability from acquiring firearms would do good on society. (One thing, I condone #4 and all things in parentheses) @Lee It's funny you should mention a bow... I hunt in bow-season occasionally, and use a 50 pound draw Compound Bow. I use whichever arrows I can find, and from 30 yards I have scored the mark right behind the shoulder blade of two deer. One was a ten point buck. Great White Hunter's better than you think ;)

what is wrong with my head?! severe headaches!? I'm an otherwise healthy 20 year old female college student. I've had "migraines" for 3 years now, never had a CT or MRI ordered. Just doctor checkups. After experiencing panic attacks and severe anxiety my doc prescribed Zoloft (in 2010) to treat anxiety which I found did nothing for me so, after a year of that, I've stopped it. I was most recently prescribed Imitrex to take at the onset of a migraine but I found that it made them excruciatingly worse to the point where I had no choice but to pass out for hours. I'm not sure how else to explain so i just made a list of my symptoms. Some of which may be unrelated but I'll jot them down just in case. -eye muscle spasms (feels as though the muscles behind my eyes are twitching and causing my actual eyeballs to seize beyond my control...aka darting across the room and twitching/straining...literally making my skin crawl because i cant stop it) -cooling or draining sensation behind eyes (associated with these spasms) -blurred vision (this is new, to my knowledge i have 20/20 eyesight) -dizziness/brief blacked out vision upon standing or bending over -headaches (both general and, most recently, pinpointed to the left temple area) -daily/constant neck pain/discomfort -occasional numbness in toes -weak feeling in left hand/arm when writing (just noticed this today, wasn't too bad, thought it was interesting) -overwhelming feeling while driving/in crowds (can't focus) -panic attacks (haven't had a bad one though for about 6 months) -occasional racing/irregular heartbeat -anxiety (obviously) -pain in head, neck, and eyes when looking down (bending at neck) -difficulty falling asleep/never tired (at night) -horrible/graphic nightmares as a side note, no allergies that I'm aware of, BP is normal, I had my appendix removed in 2009, in 2007 or 2008 (?) i was experiencing extreme fatigue and headaches along with just being generally sick (with a cold) all the time with a golf ball sized lump on the left side of my neck. tested for TB, cat scratch, mono...all negative. lump has since gone away. also, for as long as i could remember i've had trouble taking or catching a deep breath (hard to explain but when i go to take a deep breath..it simply doesn't "work") it feels tight in my chest and i have to sit up in bed at night sometimes to try to breath. this was much much worse last year when i was going thru the extreme panic and anxiety. i went to have an asthma test which came back negative, but the tech informed me that i may have a flattened vocal chord which affects the breathing process. the ENT i saw later determined that my vocal chords were fine, however. (frustrating so i gave up on the breathing issue...my anxiety has subsided a bit so my breathing problems have as well) my main concern is the cause of these headaches. i'm fed up with general practitioners sending me home with pills to "fix" the "non problem" and i hate to be medicated for no reason. obviously i'm worried about a possible tumor or something crazy because of some of my symptoms. it has become increasingly frustrating to be told it is just "hormones" or "poor eating habits" because i know that something isn't right. i'm no longer a pre pubescent teenager. and i do eat, a lot. it's mind boggling to me that no doctor has requested a scan of some sort to try and pinpoint the problem. the closest thing to a neuro consult i have received has been a simple "let me shine a light in your eye for less than a second and send you on your way with another prescription for some sort of headache i'm not sure you actually have" kind of consult...by a general practitioner. I've recently moved to LA and debating going on the hunt for a new doctor, possibly just jumping straight to a neuro specialist. any doctors in the house?! your advice/insight is greatly appreciated. am i crazy or could something be wrong? thank you!

how to train this frustrating dog?!? my boyfriend and i just moved in together; and he inherited this adorable long haired chihuahua from his mother....just some back story so you know what im dealing with... She was (in my opinion) a horrible owner...he would literally be gated in the kitchen, barking cause he has to potty and then get yelled at when he made a mess...it made me and my bf so sad...and hes a chewer...he was never watched or given anything to do, so he chews shoelaces and he also chewed through the drywall in her kitchen and a hole in the carpet when he got out once. but my boyfriend found if you just give him a bone hes perfect...such a simple solution...but she never would even do something that easy for him... she got him from a backyard breeder (not really important...but still) and he was a return already...he was i think 7 months old when she got him "cause hes so cute!"...she picked him up at a gas station "on their way through town..."...and hed been on piddle pads (AAAAAHHHH!!) since he was born, and i have no idea how the people who had him first were or treated him...and she thinks since hes so little he dosent need to know how to sit or come or lay down or anything...which is no reason to have an untrained dog...based on size...ugh... he just turned about a year old a few months ago, hes actually potty trained (by my bf not his owner) if you listen and have a schedule...and hes the most friendly chihuahua ive ever met...and hes so cuddly....so im really happy that we took him out of that environment... ive had many many dogs in my life (im only 21 tho, haha.) ive hunted with hounds and sporting breeds and have also worked at an animal shelter and helped get them ready for new homes....but im just lost on this little dog....hes not really food motivated...hell want the food, but hell just dance around and bark and be way to excited to listen to what im asking for...and he could give a rats a$$ about toys you have......ive tried the excited praise option as a last resort, but hes already so excited to do anything to get excited praise...even tho i have a feeling that would backfire... so im just wondering what else i can try to just teach this little guy some basic obedience...i dont need hunter level recall or anything major...just good house manners, i cant have a dog without manners...but i cant let him go back to where he came from...ideas??

17th Birthday party idea...what do you think? I spent a lot of today going through ideas on a website, and I made them my own, and came up with the ideas below. I was just wondering if anyone had any ideas for things I could add, or change, or extra ideas for prizes or party favors, or anything really! Please post whatever comes to mind--something simple, or creative genius! Thanks so much! Theme: PIRATE vs. NINJA I will drive to my friend's houses (only 4 close friends and myself will be involved) around noon or so on a weekend near my birthday. They won't know that I'm coming, and I will rush their rooms, and herd them out to the car...LOL. Their parents will know ahead of time, and make sure that they don't make other plans. We'll head to the next friends house, and repeat the process. One of my friends has a birthday close to mine, and never gets to have a party, so this will be a joint party for the both of us, but a suprise party for her :). Next: A revamped scavenger hunt. Please see below :) We'll head to the woods near my aunt's house (they are sort of urban, not difficult to navigate & it's next to impossible to get lost. Plus, we've used them for this before). We will draw our teams randomly from a hat. Some will be pirates, the others ninjas. The teams will be given a variety of small costuming options to choose from just for fun (i.e bandanas for pirate's heads, & eyepatches, for ninjas: bandanas for faces. Any suggestions?). "The Wilde Hunt" will be divided into three sections: 1) Looking for pre-planted and pre-existing objects, collecting photos with digital camera. 2) Some items that are founds will contain a piece of paper with a challenge on it (in need of ideas there). 3) Trivia back at home about everything, predominantly Pirates & Ninjas. There will be prizes for section won by a team. Depending on difficulty of the section won, I plan on using candy to cute undies (everyone always loves that at my parties lol) & jewelry. What else should I use? Plz c below For the winner (the team who wins 2/3 sections) will get a "grand" prize of $10 gift certificates for probably Starbucks, La senza, or a cd or book store. After the hunt, I want to go back to my house, and have my room slightly decorated (ninja ballons!) We can eat...something, and watch a movie, then it's time for cake and PINA COLANDA MOCKTAILS! After that, just hang out, listen to music & play my custom boardgame I plan to finish--it's fully personalized and about us competing on a road trip and collecting really hilarious items (written on cards) and super random situations. I want to take tonnes of pictures, and video of everything, being that I want it to be small and low key, but memorable nonethless! Thanks so much for your help! I'm really excited because I haven't had a bday party in two years, and this is my last one as a "kid" (well, legally anyway lol). I think the kidnapping will be most memnorable! Is there anything special I can do for my friend (the birthday girl)?

Is this a good First Chapter ( add on to Twilight )? I was REALLY BORED and made this little, addition to Twilight. Same characters, just my version. Is it any good? The last Chapter I thought I would never see Edward again, his parents didn’t approve of me anymore. They thought it was too dangerous for Edward to be alone with a human. I hadn’t moved on though. Thoughts of him ran through my head constantly. He hadn’t dropped out of school, but his brothers and sisters wouldn’t approve of us even talking to each other at school. There was no way we could be together. I was in my bed laying on my back staring at the ceiling. I was sweating just thinking about him. I decided to go take a Bubble Bath to relax and cool down. While I filled the tub up with water, I gently combed through my hair, just like Edward used to do. Once the tub was full, with water, I slipped into the bath. The water was warm. My body was completely hidden by the Bubbles. Suddenly, I felt a cold breeze on my face. I yelled for Charlie to put the heat on, but then realized he wasn’t home. I was alone in a cold house, with nothing to do. Or so I thought. I felt the breeze again, but more powerful this time. I looked to see if I had accidentally left the Air Conditioning on. Nope, it was still shut off. What was it then? Then I looked up at the Bathroom mirror. Something was scribbled on it, a heart with the names Bella and Edward. I hadn’t put that there. Who did? Then I heard the humming of the song Edward had written for me. I started crying because I couldn’t take it any longer. Edward was never coming back and I had to face it. I loved him more than anything but we couldn’t be together. Then, I smelled the most delightful thing I’ve ever smelled before. That’s when I knew he was here. “Edward?” I called out “are you here?” I felt his Icy cold fingers up against my cheek. Then he whispered in my ear. “It took you long enough”. I was so happy just to hear his silky smooth voice. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but he disappeared as quickly as he came. I got up from the bath water and got dressed. I quickly went downstairs to see if Charlie had gotten home yet. No sign of the Cruiser. There was a silver Volvo parked in the driveway though. I knew I wasn’t imagining it. I decided to wait in my room until he appeared. My curtains started to blow around my room, almost hitting me in the face. I went to go close the window and stop the curtains from flailing around the room but it wasn’t open. Something was going on and I wanted to know about it. The Phone rang, it was Edward’s number. I answered the phone with a simple “Hello?” “Listen Bella, I know what my parents said, but I can’t stand not being near you. Please, come out to my car in the front, let me talk to you.” I didn’t even get a chance to answer. He just hung up the phone. I went outside and he was there, like he said, in the Volvo. I was overly excited just to see him. Was that bad? I got in the car and Edward told me to put my seat belt on. I obeyed. He said we were going to the woods by his house to talk about our situation. His eyes were Charcoal Black, so I knew he was thirsty. “Edward, when was the last time you hunted” I asked quietly. “I don’t know when was the last time you ate? It’s not like I keep track Bella!” He growled. This was not like him at all! I was starting to get scared. When we stopped he got out of the car and walked over to a large rock. He told me to sit. He was standing right in the moonlight. My parents said I can’t go to our school any longer. I immediately stood up. “Why? Is it because of me?” I asked very angrily. “No, but I can’t tell you why.” Edward said sheepishly “Why not?” I asked. “Because, you’ll get scared.” I was really getting mad now. “No I won’t just tell me!” “Because my Brothers and Sisters are out of control!” He screamed. “What do you mean?” “I mean, They got so thirsty one night that they actually…..” His voice trailed off. “oh I see. But you didn’t right?” I asked hopefully. “ No I didn’t but my parents won’t let me hunt until they get better, and I’m just so thirsty!” he yelled. I hugged him, he touched my hair. I could hear him smelling me. I was smelling him too. “ I missed you Bella. I won’t ever lose you again, and I don’t care what my parents say.” “ I love you too much.” A tear rolled down my cheek. I never wanted this moment to end. SOOOOOOOOO Did u like it??? BTW this is my mom's account and I'm 12, I wrote this.

Was Ben Franklin and George Washington antisemitic ? GEORGE WASHINGTON: They (The Hebrews) work more effectively against us, than the enemy's armies. They are a hundred times more dangerous to our liberties and the great cause we are engaged in... It is much to be lamented that each state, long ago, has not hunted them down as pest to society and the greatest enemies we have to the happiness of America. (From The Maxims of George Washington by A. A. Appleton & Co.) (This prophecy, by Benjamin Franklin, was made in a "CHIT CHAT AROUND THE TABLE DURING INTERMISSION", at the Philadelphia Constitutional Convention of 1787. This statement was recorded in the diary of Charles Cotesworth Pinckney, a delegate from South Carolina.) I fully agree with General Washington, that we must protect this young nation from an insidious influence and impenetration. The menace, gentlemen, is the Jews. In whatever country Jews have settled in any great number, they have lowered its moral tone; depreciated its commercial integrity; have segregated themselves and have not been assimilated; have sneered at and tried to undermine the Christian religion upon which that nation is founded, by objecting to its restrictions; have built up a state within the state; and when opposed have tried to strangle that country to death financially, as in the case of Spain and Portugal. For over 1,700 years, the Jews have been bewailing their sad fate in that they have been exiled from their homeland, as they call Palestine. But gentlemen, did the world give it to them in fee simple, they would at once find some reason for not returning. Why? Because they are vampires, and vampires do not live on vampires. They cannot live only among themselves. They must subsist on Christians and other people not of their race. If you do not exclude them from these United States, in this Constitution, in less than 200 years they will have swarmed here in such great numbers that they will dominate and devour the land and change our form of government, for which we Americans have shed our blood, given our lives our substance and jeopardized our liberty. If you do not exclude them, in less than 200 years our descendants will be working in the fields to furnish them substance, while they will be in the counting houses rubbing their hands. I warn you, gentlemen, if you do not exclude Jews for all time, your children will curse you in your graves. ----- Benjamin Franklin …..

CHRISTIANS - If you are secure about your religion, PLEASE read this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!? Christianity….*cough cough* I’m not smearing hate speach, I’m simply reminding you what you believe in. But seriously, if you are secure about your religion, PLEASE read this entire article. The belief that some cosmic jewish zombie can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and plod and telepathically tell him without response that you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force, or, “natural urges”, from your soul that is present in humanity because some woman who existed before science had a rib transplant and was convinced by a talking snake to eat an apple that could provide knowledge up consuming, and now the invisible undiscovered non-talking god is watching over us all. A common belief to this religion is that of Noah’s ark, which tells of a 600 year old man who built an ark and got 2 of every animal on earth to live on it for 40 days, even though the entire theory is dismissed by the fact that: -Animals can’t migrate trans-continental -Animals can’t move only packs of 2 -Animals can’t live in the climate change of moving trans-continental -Animals can’t find the nourishment in a new continent -Noah can’t live to be 600 years old. If you heard otherwise it is a creationist lie and you need to stay away from that website. -Noah can’t build and ark to hold 2 of every animal on earth. Simply, no. No. -Ok, let’s say defying all logic on earth today, all the animals make it to the ark. They would all break out fighting. -The animals be startled by each other and run away -There is no way Noah could know and provide fresh food for every animal on earth for 40 days, considering some animals need to hunt daily, and they can’t hunt on a boat. I could go on, but the point is it is ridiculous that people actually believe this. There are some simple ideas, to this religion, like: -GAYS ARE BAD PEOPLE AND WHAT THEY DO IS WRONG, NO MATTER HOW MUCH SCIENCE PROVES IT IS NATURAL AND WE SHOULDN’T TRY TO TAKE AWAY RIGHTS FROM THESE PEOPLE -EVOLUTION IS A STUPID LIE THAT EXPLAINS OUR EXISTENCE WITH PHYSICAL EVIDENCE, UNLIKE OUR THEORY OF CREATIONISM WITCH DEFIES EVERYONE’S COMMON SENSE WITH WHAT ANYONE NOWADAYS WOULD CALL RIDICULOUS MYTHS, AND IT’S BACKED UP BY TEXT!!!!! -SCIENCE IS BAD! EVEN THOUGH WE TAKE MODERN MEDICINE EVERYDAY, DRIVE CARS, USE PLANES, EAT FOOD, LIVE IN HOUSES, AND, IF YOU WERE BORN IN THE PAST 60 YEARS, EXIST, IT IS CORRUPTING THE MORALS OF MANKIND AND SCIENCE NEEDS TO GO AWAY -ABORTION IS WRONG! MEN, WHO RUN THE CHURCH, WHO HAVE NO CLUE WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE PREGNANT OR HAVE CHILDREN, HAVE ENOUGH TO TAKE AWAY THIS RIGHT FROM WOMEN WHO MAY BE: Living in poverty, single, already have 4 kids, she will have to drop out of school and ruin her life if she has a child, subject to rape, subject to incest, not have any idea how to raise a child, very sick. AND, IF THE CHILD IS BORN, THE CHANCES ARE, IF HE GROWS UP IN AN ENVIRONMENT LIKE THIS HE HAS MUCH HIGHER CHANCES OF BECOMING: In jail, a drug dealer, high-school dropout, working at a McDonald’s even though 50 years old, drug addict, a hobo. AND, ABORTION HAS VERY, VERY HIGH POTENTIAL OF HELPING PEOPLE WHO MADE SOMETHING OF THEIR LIVES RECOVER FROM MUSCLE/TISSUE LOSS DISEASES THAT COULD KILL THEM, BY USING THE STEMCELLS IN FETUSES. Christians also believe that they are the only religion on earth, that just because they have answers, they are the correct one and every single other religion now, in the past future or present should be dismissed because it contradicts the bible. Christians fail to realize that with every civilization comes the want to know answers to the nagging questions, “Who are we? How did we get here? Where do we go from here?”, and because of those questions we create religion. But, you are trapped in the religion due to fear. Because if you stop believing in it, you “Might” go to hell. So stop being cowards and leave religion. It will stop slowing down the progress of mankind. Stop wasting talent scientists minds on ridiculous Christian myths, when they could be curing cancer.

Did You Know that the Founding Fathers We Anti Semitic!!? GEORGE WASHINGTON: WASHINGTON, GEORGE, in Maxims of George Washington by A. A. Appleton & Co. "They (the Jews) work more effectively against us, than the enemy's armies. They are a hundred times more dangerous to our liberties and the great cause we are engaged in... It is much to be lamented that each state, long ago, has not hunted them down as pest to society and the greatest enemies we have to the happiness of America." BENJAMIN FRANKLIN: This prophecy, by Benjamin Franklin, was made in a "CHIT CHAT AROUND THE TABLE DURING INTERMISSION," at the Philadelphia Constitutional Convention of 1787. This statement was recorded in the dairy of Charles Cotesworth Pinckney, a delegate from South Carolina. "I fully agree with General Washington, that we must protect this young nation from an insidious influence and impenetration. The menace, gentlemen, is the Jews. In whatever country Jews have settled in any great number, they have lowered its moral tone; depreciated its commercial integrity; have segregated themselves and have not been assimilated; have sneered at and tried to undermine the Christian religion upon which that nation is founded, by objecting to its restrictions; have built up a state within the state; and when opposed have tried to strangle that country to death financially, as in the case of Spain and Portugal. For over 1,700 years, the Jews have been bewailing their sad fate in that they have been exiled from their homeland, as they call Palestine. But gentlemen, did the world give it to them in fee simple, they would at once find some reason for not returning. Why? Because they are vampires, and vampires do not live on vampires. They cannot live only among themselves. They must subsist on Christians and other people not of their race. If you do not exclude them from these United States, in their Constitution, in less than 200 years they will have swarmed here in such great numbers that they will dominate and devour the land and change our form of government, for which we Americans have shed our blood, given our lives our substance and jeopardized our liberty. If you do not exclude them, in less than 200 years our descendants will be working in the fields to furnish them substance, while they will be in the counting houses rubbing their hands. I warn you, gentlemen, if you do not exclude Jews for all time, your children will curse you in your graves. Jews, gentlemen, are Asiatics, let them be born where they will nor how many generations they are away from Asia, they will never be otherwise. Their ideas do not conform to an American's, and will not even thou they live among us ten generations. A leopard cannot change its spots. Jews are Asiatics, are a menace to this country if permitted entrance, and should be excluded by this Constitutional Convention.!!

Are these story ideas good? Please rate them on a scale from 1-10 (10 being the best) and leave any other additional comments you like. 1. Long ago on the planet of Alder, demons and angels coexisted (somewhat) peacefully. But then, one day, the demons attacked, killing all angels and the queen. But in the queens final stand, she took out the demon king with her. Being immortal, neither of them were completely defeated. Years later, a native girl named Caitlyn discovers that she is the "host" to the remaining piece of the angel queen. Now, Caitlyn must collect the pieces of the Orb of Light to revive the queen. But the queen is not the only one on a journey to revive themselves, the demon king is too, and if he beats the others to it, he will release an evil plague that will allow him to control the people of Alder. --Yeah, I know the synopsis could be better-- 2. All throughout the world, many innocent people are dying, due to Death, the ruler of the Underworld. Two boys, Max and Chester Figgins, are sick of Death's wrong doing. So one day, while Death is roaming their street doing his daily killings, Chester confronts him, and then cheats him. Death is furious, and begins to hunt down Chester so he can end him once and for all. Death doesn’t know it, but this is part of a diversion. Meanwhile, Max is on a journey into the Underworld to obtain and destroy The Bone, the item that gives Death his powers. --Again, sorry for the synopsis-- 3. Humans have been the superior race for years on Earth. That all changes when "Magicks" invade the Earth, sending humans to prisons as they move in. A group of unlikely humans manages to escape the grasp of the Magicks, and are now on a journey to stop them. --By the way the group is made up of people of all ages, backgrounds, personalities, ethnicity, etc.-- 4. A group of teens known around their town as thieves is asked to do a special job: rob a simple house and be reward $10, 000, 000. Of course, because the kinds have done hundreds of these with ease, they accept. Little did they know they were getting themselves into trouble, deep trouble. As they snoop through the house looking for the item they were there to rob, they encounter something horrific: a 9-foot-tall "man" made of fire. They run out of the house, getting as far as they could. The next day, they confront their client about this. The client tells them of how that house is a demon lair, and those demons have the "recipe" for complete immortality and power. The kids leave their client to do the work on their own, but are attacked by demons days later. They know they can't escape this problem, and now must use their skills to help stop the demons.

I'm throwing a small teen party, help? Okay, I'm throwing a very small (about 6-8 people max) party, just a simple party, not a birthday or anything like that. The problem is I don't know if I should theme it, like "Spa Party" or something of that nature. But not all my friends are into Spas, I was considering a Legally Blonde Movie themed party, and we could watch the movie and do home-made-trivia and then manicures and pedicures and pizza afterward's or something The more I think about how to theme the party it gets harder to choose, I'm 19 and my friends come from different "stereotypes" (not saying they're all stereotypical, but yea...) The one thing I DON'T want is Twilight, It gets too crazy and although all my friends agree on it I don't like it, it's way over done and that's all the parties are now- so I need a classic fun party... any suggestions? Should I do a Scavenger Hunt or something? (if so advice on how-to-create) p.s. my house is pretty small and my parents will probably want us to stay in a limited area (plus we don't have much money to spend)

If tomorrow our way of life disapears, how could we survived in a simple world? In a world, where we uses calculators, perfectionat tools, electricity, engines, and on, what will happen to our civilization, if tomorrow we are forced to make our own soap, hunt to make clothings, and make our own house? I guess only underdeveloped countries will survived?? Our society will NEVER make it!!! So, what should we do to avoid this happening, with a society so much integrated as ours we have unlearned how to live with nature, and a simple volcanic eruption could be enough to destroy our whole economic model (which will bring down the rest with it), so how ready we need to be?

How could I make a simple Sweet 16 Birthday more fun? Basically, my friends are very laid back and probably wouldn't like having a dress code and all. Besides, some are coming from quite far so dressing up too much may be inconvenient. I'm calling only my close friends, so there'll be around 7-9 girls. I'm thinking of having it in my house, and I have a very spacious backyard. I was thinking of perhaps doing a BBQ. And if we have time and are in the mood, to go for a swim in our Community Pool. I'd have music, but I'll have to find speakers to connect it with my laptop. They are not really in games, such as truth or dare and scavenger hunts. Oh and all my friends have very varied interests, so finding a theme that will be fun for everyone is going to be a little tricky. Any ideas for the menu, things to do, or an inexpensive place to have the party? It's quite a big deal this year, and usually I'm not such a birthday celebrating kind of person so I'd really be thankful for any help, advice, tips, suggestions!

Urgent!! How do I get rid of a wolf spider in my house? Like a lot of people, I have an intense fear of spiders. Huge ass, hairy ones are no exception. My current situation is that a wolf spider (or hunting spider) has decided that my ceiling is a pretty cool place to chill. There is only me home (usually I get my dad or brother to do this) and I want it OUT. How do I do this without going near it or killing it? I'm only caring about killing it coz it'll drop into a beer holder or school bags if it gets sprayed. I could put a tarp on the area but that risks going into the garage and encountering more spiders. I would love an answer quickly. I have to go to work in a few hours, and will not do so if I spider is somewhere in my house. And if it's still there when I go to bed, I will not sleep. At all. I'll watch the little bas.tard to make sure he doesn't move. I'd like a simple, effective answer please. I'm studying engineering and all my current ideas are grand and elaborate and effective (in theory), but take way to long to do. Thank you so much! Ten points to howevers idea works! I'd give you all my points if I could! I hate spiders =( Lol, some of these answers are hilarious! I thought about the cup idea but I can't go within 4 feet of the things...which is just about the length of a vaccuum cleaner nosel...I think the spider knows what's up, he's changed position to one that's all "thank god i've got 8 legs coz I'm gonna have to do some major sprinting soon"

names based on these personalities and house? Based on this house: http://www.5ojo.com/images/600/sweethouse600b.jpg so what type of family would live there and what would be their names? You can do as many kids as you want or do my format, and don't need to do middle names. I added descriptions just to give you ideas of names ( you dont have to use them) I had a few questions like this before and people were telling me that they're fun and they help with my creativity dad: a country man, hates things too over the top, just a simple guy, loving but keeps his feelings hidden, a good man, loves to fish, has a sucessful auto shop business mom: sweetest mom ever, supermom, loves to cook for all the neighbors, always involved in kids school, runs a daycare center from home and great with kids, not the prettiest ever but not ugly, just not stylish. 17 year old daughter: Popular cheerleader, blonde, argues with mom about going out, doesnt make the best grades and hates school, bit of a brat. Boy 15: Helps dad fix cars, a real man's man, loves hunting, fishing and always picking on his older sis, doesnt really do chores around the house. twin boy and girl age 9: twin boy is shy, not a man's man like his bro but really into music, rock and roll, doing his hair crazy, skateboarding. the twin girl is a little explorer always wandering off, kind of a tomboy always climbing trees and getting dirty, gorgeous though. 3 year old boy: attatched to mom, really needs attention 24/7, smart and learns quickly and a very good boy, always laughing.

Does this make me crazy or smart? -The majority of mainstream music is garbage -I figure we are doomed no matter who we elect -I think the world is going to change dramatically or end soon -The economy cannot be fixed, as printing more money is not the solution -China is going to become the world's new superpower -The government is run by a secret society -The freemasons are alive and well -The school system is messed up -The federal reserve system steals our money -Cannabis should be legal -Alcohol and tobacco should be illegal -Black people shouldn't get offended when white people say "ni gga" -Russia is up to something -There will never be peace in the Middle East, as long as Israel is still on the map -The antichrist will reveal himself (if real) in the next 10 years -Barack Obama or John McCain could be the antichrist -Climate change is real -The government poisons everything including food, air, and water -Medicine is not good for you, it makes you worse, so you will buy more drugs, thus giving the government more money -The government hypnotizes everyone -With the money that the freemasons steal from the people, they spend it on their goal to control the world. -No one will wake up to see because we are all blind -World war 3 is inevitable -There are to many religions to live in peace -All the media is controled by the government -Extra terrestrials are very real and the US government wont admit it. -JFK was not assasinated by a lone gunman, the secrety society that runs the government did it. -AIDS was created by humans -There are cures for alot of diseases, but the drug industries are controled by the government, which will never let this information out. Because then that would stop people from buying medical treatment and drugs. -Disease is also used as a popultion control -Homosexuality is wrong and inhumane -Cats are not simple house pets, they are shapeshifters watching our every move. -Reptilians are possibly real and contribute or control the freemasons -David icke is not a phony -We need a president who will speak the truth before they kill him, so the people will wake up and revolt and start the revolution. -Overpopulation is going to be a major issue in the future, if we make it till then -The medias obssesion with celebertys is pathetic -Religion causes conflict and war, if you trace it back far enough -The government knew and possibly was involved with the september 11 attacks -There is for sure life on other planets, considering there are over 21,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 different galaxys -China is eventually going to invade Taiwan -Russia is eventually going to invade every country in the CIS who dissagrees with them -North Korea will attack South Korea -Everyone who thinks Marijuana is bad for your health is misinformed and have been lied to. -How could Noah have gathered 2 of every animal on the ark? That would be impossible. How would he collect 2 of every bird?! -If they teach me evolution in school, how can anyone expect me to be christian? -No one will ever know the meaning of life untill the end of time, and maybe not even then -God could possibly be an alien who brought life to earth -Bill Clinton was one of the best presidents in history -George Bush comes off stupid, but he is a mastermind because he orcistrated 9/11 without any evidence coming back to him -We are not hunting Osama Bin Laden -There are more members in Al Queda now than there was before we invaded Iraq/Afganistan -Obama fits the description of the antichrist. Someone who rises up from no where, promises hope and change, and people adore -After 3 1/2 years of people adoring him he will show his true side -Something will happen on december 21 2012, whether its the world ending or dramaticly changing -Proof that bombs were planted in the twin towers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8n-nT-luFIw

Suggestions as to dog breeds for energetic college students? I have recently moved in to my grandmother's old house. There is a nice sized front yard, plenty of yard on the sides of the house, a nice sized backyard and several acres of woods behind the house. The neighbors are friendly and the road is not busy at all. Growing up we always had two dogs until dad moved his business down the road and two dogs got to be a bit too much money. When the old dog died of old age we decided to let the other dog inside once in a while. (Don't worry they weren't neglected being left outside. They were able to stay on our covered porch or sleep inside the next door building where my dad worked in the break room where they had their own couch and got lots of affection and attention from the folks dad worked with, and were able to get outside when they needed too. We always fed them and they were able to hunt in our woods.) Now I am living with my two best guy friends who are considered family. We are college students and make enough money to support ourselves with cash to spare on making a comfortable life for a dog. We plan on training him with the basics, sitting, come, how to act on a leash… etc. Our schedule allows for daily walks and weekend trips to a nearby park with an area dogs are allowed to be off their leashes like a dog park. I have never had a truly indoor outdoor dog so I am a little lost as to what to look for when getting my own dog. By the time we let our dog inside he was already well trained and polite around guests. I've done plenty of online research about training puppies, what not to do, health care…etc. There is a good chance the boys will take the dog hunting in which case we'd practice simple hunting skills and get him used to car/truck rides. The dog will be trained to stay around the area with the freedom of exploring our woods. Our current week usually consists of school and work allowing one of us to be home at all times if needed. Evenings we usually spend in studying, working or relaxing with a movie or board games. Weekend days are usually filled with tennis or friends and summer evenings are filled with cookouts and bonfires hosted. We go camping a lot. Now I am asking for your opinion as to what you think would be a nice match for our household. We do entertain a lot, have plenty of time for physical activity, grooming I would make time for. We are not poodle or very small dog fans. Any and all opinions, suggestions, or tips would be GREATLY appreciated. Thanks everyone. To address the question how do we have time for a dog? I am on a full ride and work part time, school part time. Same as one of the boys. The other boy has a full time job and evening classes for several hours but gets home early enough to relax before bed. One of us is usually able to make time to be home. Summer will give us time to get over the new puppy stage, then when school starts again we will be back to the schedule I just mentioned.

Do you think im crazy, smart, or something else? -The majority of mainstream music is garbage -I figure we are doomed no matter who we elect -I think the world is going to change dramatically or end soon -The economy cannot be fixed, as printing more money is not the solution -China is going to become the world's new superpower -The government is run by a secret society -The freemasons are alive and well -The school system is messed up -The federal reserve system steals our money -Cannabis should be legal -Alcohol and tobacco should be illegal -Black people shouldn't get offended when white people say "ni gga" -Russia is up to something -There will never be peace in the Middle East, as long as Israel is still on the map -The antichrist will reveal himself (if real) in the next 10 years -Barack Obama or John McCain could be the antichrist -Climate change is real -The government poisons everything including food, air, and water -Medicine is not good for you, it makes you worse, so you will buy more drugs, thus giving the government more money -The government hypnotizes everyone -With the money that the freemasons steal from the people, they spend it on their goal to control the world. -No one will wake up to see because we are all blind -World war 3 is inevitable -There are to many religions to live in peace -All the media is controled by the government -Extra terrestrials are very real and the US government wont admit it. -JFK was not assasinated by a lone gunman, the secrety society that runs the government did it. -AIDS was created by humans -There are cures for alot of diseases, but the drug industries are controled by the government, which will never let this information out. Because then that would stop people from buying medical treatment and drugs. -Disease is also used as a popultion control -Homosexuality is wrong and inhumane -Cats are not simple house pets, they are shapeshifters watching our every move. -Reptilians are possibly real and contribute or control the freemasons -David icke is not a phony -We need a president who will speak the truth before they kill him, so the people will wake up and revolt and start the revolution. -Overpopulation is going to be a major issue in the future, if we make it till then -The medias obssesion with celebertys is pathetic -Religion causes conflict and war, if you trace it back far enough -The government knew and possibly was involved with the september 11 attacks -There is for sure life on other planets, considering there are over 21,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 different galaxys -China is eventually going to invade Taiwan -Russia is eventually going to invade every country in the CIS who dissagrees with them -North Korea will attack South Korea -Everyone who thinks Marijuana is bad for your health is misinformed and have been lied to. -How could Noah have gathered 2 of every animal on the ark? That would be impossible. How would he collect 2 of every bird?! -If they teach me evolution in school, how can anyone expect me to be christian? -No one will ever know the meaning of life untill the end of time, and maybe not even then -God could possibly be an alien who brought life to earth -Bill Clinton was one of the best presidents in history -George Bush comes off stupid, but he is a mastermind because he orcistrated 9/11 without any evidence coming back to him -We are not hunting Osama Bin Laden -There are more members in Al Queda now than there was before we invaded Iraq/Afganistan -Obama fits the description of the antichrist. Someone who rises up from no where, promises hope and change, and people adore -After 3 1/2 years of people adoring him he will show his true side -Something will happen on december 21 2012, whether its the world ending or dramaticly changing -Proof that bombs were planted in the twin towers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8n-nT-luFIw

Ladies and Gents, your opinion please on this information? Is she being too hard on him? Asking too much? Insatiable? I'm gonna break this one down for you, because I used to BE that guy. How does this happen? The guy, good as he is, has a burning desire to excel and provide. He has lots of pressure. A man's job becomes his identity, as well as a source of validation. Now he has the GF living with him, he doesn't have to hunt anymore, that part of his life is squared away (he thinks). Also when living together, much of the excitement backs off, giving way to mundane everyday life, which is often just fine to a guy, and looks normal, just like it was when he was single. The one thing he did like to do, HUNT, is off the table. Often, the daily conflicts of life may also leave him offended or distant, especially if she accuses him of not doing enough, and claims her unhappiness with him. Massively frustrating to the guy, and upsetting. The Result- Things are out of balance. He is overly tired and doesn't know how to satisfy this seemingly ungrateful girl. He loses inspiration to try, as well. He doesn't understand why she can't just be happy, and she doesn't understand what happened to the fun guy she fell in love with. Her friends call her a fool and she doubts herself, because this is a situation most girls would be thrilled with- good guy, good dad, good provider. Passion is absent, and then when the sex does happen, it isn't like it used to be, given the boredom and resentment that exists now. She wants to go out, or talk, but all his energy and words are already spent, and she is now a pain in the ass to him. She is resentful because something else is getting that energy, and therefore feels like she is not real important to him. (for the record, for a woman to know that nothing is more important in her man's life than her is the one key thing she needs more than anything else) She doesn't want him 24/7, she just wants her share of him. It is non-negotiable, she must have it. The Solution- Bad news, dude. You have become mediocre. Boring. If she stays, she will feel like she settled, and may disrespect you for this constantly. You are also hurting her with rejection, though you don't mean to. I know it sounds stupid to you, she shouldn't feel that, but she DOES! The first thing to do is get in balance. Jobs come and go, money comes and goes. Even kids grow up and move out. Therefore, SHE comes first, if you want it to last. You want to spend every inch of your energy making that dollar and leave none for your woman and expect her to be cool with it? If she loves you, she would trade all the benefits of your killer job just to get YOU. She needs your focused attention. NEEDS it. If you don't give it, she will feel unloved, unimportant, rejected, needs not met. She practically has no choice in staying, you are packaging her up and sending her away. And if she truly can't leave, her dissatisfaction may turn into cruelty. THERE IS NO SUBSTITUTE FOR YOUR FOCUSED ATTENTION AND TIME! You may want to resent her for getting in the way of your career and income, but that's crap. If you are all about the career, fine. Pour all your time and energy into it. Just don't expect a relationship. You can't have BOTH, unless you are willing to balance and make sacrifices in both areas. If you don't tend to a fire, and feed it fuel, it will go out. It was hot, but now cold ashes. Same with your girl. If you don't tend to her, the fire will go out. Date her. Seduce her. Forever. Not only does she need that, but she will be the happiest woman alive if she gets it. If you show up to work occasionally, and do a half-assed job, you will be fired. And that is exactly what is happening here, what you are doing to your WOMAN. Relationships are work, they COST, and if you can't afford it, you're toast. Cut things away until you get in balance. LISTEN to her when she says what she needs. If you don't understand, ask her- "what does that look like?" So she can describe it. Here's a few tips- get off early and take her to lunch. Go shoot pool at night with her. Make some simple sandwiches and take her for a walk around the lake. Shut the TV off and read to her. Then discuss what you read. Take her to a comedy club. Write her a sweet note. Brush her hair. Exercise together. You don't have to paint the town red, but you do need to take her OUT of the house. She doesn't want you to burn up cash on her, it is a poor substitute. She needs a CONNECTION. And if you are too tired to 'bring it' in bed, take better care of your health. Quit drinking and smoking. Take vitamins. She knows you CAN, because you used to. That means you just WON'T, hence her feelings of rejection. You just won't bother. If it is already like this, she knows that marrying you is only going to be worse. Handle this, at all costs. Your tired mediocre bullsh*t is not going to cut it, and you will lose her. Oh, and one more thing- she thinks she shouldn't have to tell you. She may not know how to tell you. But she really wants you to know. She loves you, and is dying for you to see. She wants to feel like you are a leader, and if she has to twist your arm, you will both resent that. Step up and take charge of your relationship, and have some passion. LOTS of passion. Women cannot live without it. You shouldn't want to either. TO THE WOMAN- Start with some mercy. If you are harsh with him at this point, you are only making it worse. You feel distant already, and he will distance himself more if you disrespect him. Men often have a 'slim-to-none' level of relationship awareness. That doesn't mean he sucks, it just means he needs to learn. Oh I know you think he should know this, but he doesn't. OK, so you are together now, who will teach him? You are going to have to. Teach him how to love you. Show him what it looks like. Deal in logic. Don't let your frustration sabotage you with hurtful words. Guide him. BE PATIENT. Do you see how I presented it above? Do that, except nicer.... like this... "Man of my life, I love you. I respect you. I admire you and appreciate the things that you do very much. I really do, and I always will. But I have to tell you that I am bored. Your life is out of balance, and you are not handling your business when it comes to me. If it goes on too long, I will be neglected, possibly become a jerk, and probably leave. Your neglect is unacceptable. Time to make choices, and set priorities. Your behavior shows me that you do not desire me, or value me at an acceptable level. Things will not continue as they are, one way or another. You are trying hard. Time to try differently." Talk to him like a guy. You can tell him how you feel, but I would keep the emotion to a minimum. If there is too much, he may see you as a stupid, ungrateful bitch who is dragging him down with dumb-ass feelings. This will not inspire him to new heights of love and passion with you. He may not understand all your emotion, but he does understand logic. Marriage is much like a business, with much expectation and duty, and his performance review is not good. See exhibit A, B, and C. Logic. Logic. Logic. No cruelty. ALWAYS speak to him respectfully, even in critique. You start taking shots at him with insults, and you are toast. He will have no interest in stepping up. You want him to be more loving to you... so make sure you are being lovable. It helps. He knows you could unleash on him, but when you choose not to, he will be grateful, and if he is a wise man, he will be open to correction and improvement. If he is not a wise man, he will end up just like I did. Alone. this is long but LEARN from it Some of you that answered are lazy. Read the information. Maybe if you got it, you wouldnt be asking all these ridiculous questions. Pull your heads out! I am a female. I found this blog written by a man and geeze it speaks to all of us in one way or another. I had to post it.

Why does de-skunking shampoo...? My dog just got her first spray of the year tonight(darn dog has to learn that the stripy furry ones aren't cats lol). Lucky for me I still had left over de skunking shampoo because it was at 11pm and nothing is open! And Thankfully it was just one of my dogs this time and not both and it was only one spray (even after she had ran back to the yard rolling around and ran back to go get it again...at least she listened to me yelling at her to stay away!) Anyways I used Simple Soultions Skunk odor eliminator (all I could find last year during peak skunk season) and I've always wondered why it smelt like skunk spray itself, just a milder dose of it. I have no idea if it worked because she smells the same lol but we tried the tomato juice/paste last year but they were hit really bad (it resulted in a dead skunk in the end!) and had no luck that way. Also I would like to add a note to people who only have something like Hunts Spagehtti sauce to not use that!! We were in a pinch at 2am the last time it happened and dowsed one of my huskies in it...sure it got the smell somewhat out but left a rotting food smell on his undercoat for months even after tons of baths and swimming in the lake it was horrible! I'm just glad it's almost shedding season so she can blow the smell outta her! So yeah I guess my question is, if you've used the de skunking shampoo have you found it smells like skunk itself? or em I just crazy in thinking it? and yes I know you can never fully get the smell out and that it will still linger whenever the dog will get wet and what not and I have no perioxide in the house to make the at home remedy I see everywhere Maybe I will run out tommorrow and buy some...just weiry because it's on her face and perioxide stings!

can anyone explain the problem about the following article because i dun really get it!? Talking With Children About Sex and AIDS: At What Age to Start? What age is the right age to have “the talk,” not just about where babies come from, but also about sex and AIDS? How about, oh, 4? A new documentary, “Please Talk to Kids About AIDS,” raises this question in a cute but discomfiting way. So far it has been seen only at film festivals and at schools of public health, including those at Harvard and Johns Hopkins. But the film will soon be available at www.eztakes.com/Talk-to-Kids. I saw it last month at a Gay Men’s Health Crisis screening for AIDS counselors. In it, two incredibly sweet and precocious sisters — Vineeta and Sevilla Hennessey, ages 6 and 4 — accompany their parents, the filmmakers, to the 2006 International AIDS Conference in Toronto. They interview top AIDS experts, gay activists, condom distributors, a sex toy saleswoman, a cross-dresser playing Queen Elizabeth II and an Indian transgender hijra in a sari. The startling aspect is that, as one childish question leads to the next, they ask things like: “How does AIDS get into your body?” and “How come they want to have sex with each other?” For a reporter, it is a guilty pleasure to see some of the world’s leading scientists squirm — or not — when grilled by a child. Dr. Anthony S. Fauci, the nation’s instantly recognizable authority on everything viral, seems as relaxed as he does on television or before Congress. People get AIDS from each other, he explains in the documentary. “You know,” he says, “when a man and a woman have sexual relationships they get infected. And also from injecting from a needle that is contaminated with the virus.” But, with children as with senators, Dr. Fauci glides casually away from the tough follow-up, segueing to: “Do you know what a virus is?” By contrast, Dr. Mark A. Wainberg, the conference’s co-chairman, dissolves in nervous laughter. “Well, AIDS gets into your body in ways that can — can be complicated to explain to little girls,” he says, fumbling to a finish with: “In the same way that a mommy and a daddy have a relationship that . . . results in our coming into the world. But you know what, you asked a great question. I’m just not sure I’m qualified to answer.” The girls get straightforward answers about bodies conjoining, from Craig McClure, the AIDS society’s director, and about trading sex for money, from a prostitution-rights activist. But the film is hardly a medical lecture. The hallway theatrics — flags, puppets, dancing — give the conference a carnival feel. In fact, an unplanned stop at the Condom Project’s table inspired the filmmakers, Brian Hennessey and Radia Daoussi, to center the film on their girls. Sevilla thought the bright packages were candy and loved the Cinderella ball gown and tutus made of blue and pink condoms. She asked about them, and a volunteer’s struggle to turn her boilerplate spiel into words simpler than “destigmatize” made it clear that a child’s innocence would elicit good interviews. But innocence — being fleeting — fled. At one point, Vineeta draws for the camera a picture of two people in bed. “These are condoms,” she explains of the bowl beside them, “that you put in the boy’s penis, so they don’t get AIDS with a woman or with a man. A man can do it with a man if you like it.” Interestingly, only some interviewees checked to make sure that the producer and cameraman were Mom and Dad. To me, that would have been crucial; after all, I wouldn’t tell a child there is no Santa Claus or why I am an atheist without a parent’s permission. The woman at the sex-worker booth did, as she was decking out the girls in feather boas for a make-believe evening on the street. “I was wondering why you were bringing kids up here,” she said to Mr. Hennessey. Poor Dr. Wainberg said he had been swamped with running the conference and was told nothing about the girls before meeting them. “I was a bit taken aback,” he later said in a telephone interview. “I wasn’t sure if this was the time and place to go into a long explanation of the birds and the bees.” Dr. Fauci said he had been briefed by a press aide, and guided his answers by watching the girls’ reactions. I wished I had seen more of those in the film. Were they confused? Bored? Horrified? When the screening was over, I lingered to meet them. Would they turn out to be traumatized robots parented by publicity-seeking control freaks? They did not. Mr. Hennessey and Ms. Daoussi are on a mission but with a sense of fun. For example, to protest cluster bombs, which kill children who find the bomblets, they staged a bomblet hunt near the last White House Easter Egg Roll. And the girls seemed self-possessed and at ease with grown-ups. Asked by an audience member if she had any advice, Vineeta said, Yes; don’t share too much. “It’s like what they say at my school,” she explained. “Don’t share a comb or a hat because you can get lice.” There is, Ms. Daoussi argues, no right age for the topic. “It’s when they’re ready to ask,” she said. “It’s our own discomfort that’s the problem, not theirs. Kids don’t have taboos.” I left only partly convinced. It is possible to push very young children, with so little grasp of which fears are realistic, into information that scares them — into, for example, lying awake worrying that sex will kill their parents. Sevilla did say she was scared twice — once by an African guerrilla theater skit showing a village massacre and an orphaned girl forced into a sugar-daddy relationship, once by learning what a sex worker did. “I know it’s a job,” she said, “but it’s a weird job.” But the film is not really for children — certainly not in its present form, even its makers say. For a parent, however (and I have a stepson Vineeta’s age), watching someone else’s very young child — maybe even too-young child — grapple with the topic is a powerful exhortation to begin thinking about how to talk to one’s own.

B-day party for 3 y/o but older kids will attend.? There will be 21 children who are 12 and under at the birthday party for my soon-to-be 3-year-old but only six of the children will be over the age of 5. Should I plan a specific activity for the six older children? There will already be activities they can enjoy such as a pool, water slide, and crafts but I was thinking of creating a treasure hunt game for them to play in the house while the rest of the little ones play a simple easter egg hunt-type game outside. Does this sound like a good idea or does it seem like too much trouble? My worry is that I'm making the party too complicated and they'll probably have fun regardless but there will be so many younger children there and I don't want to leave out the bigger kids. Thanks for your input!

I need some riddles/clues for a treasure hunt? It's my brothers birthday tomorrow and my family and I have decided to hide all of his presents over the house just to make him work for it lol. Could someone help me with the clues? He's turning 22 so they can't be too simple! We aleady have a couple of clues sorted, but the rest we need help with: *Hid in the BBQ - Hey good looking, what you got cookin? *Behind a Photo Frame *In a cardboard box *At the door near the fencing poles - Ongaurd! Your next present can be found near something sharp… *Under the couch Thanks guys - any suggestions would be great :)

10th grade grammar test! Need help, parents are away!? I have tried this and it is not making sense! Please help me, I'm only thirteen and was placed in this and the teacher is not helping me make sense of it! 1. The instructions are easy to follow; they just require close attention. (Points: 3) sentence fragment sentence in natural order run-on none of the above 2. Choose the answer that best describes the item. If no answer describes the item, choose none of the above. On the top of the hill stood a wooden watch tower. (Points: 3) sentence in inverted order sentence fragment comma fault none of the above 3. Choose the answer that best describes the item. If no answer describes the item, choose none of the above. As if the alarm clock had just gone off. (Points: 3) sentence in inverted order sentence fragment comma fault none of the above 4. Choose the answer that best describes the item. If no answer describes the item, choose none of the above. Hiking more than eight miles over rugged terrain. (Points: 3) sentence in inverted order sentence fragment comma fault none of the above 5. Choose the answer that best describes the item. If no answer describes the item, choose none of the above. The rain pounded down we knew that the parade would be postponed. (Points: 3) run-on sentence in inverted order sentence fragment none of the above 6. Choose the answer that best describes the item. If no answer describes the item, choose none of the above. We are confused about this assignment, perhaps the lab assistant can explain it. (Points: 3) comma fault sentence fragment sentence in inverted order none of the above 7. Choose the answer that best identifies the underlined phrase and punctuation. If no answer describes the item, choose none of the above. When people first learned how to work with metals, hunting for food became easier. (Points: 3) dependent clause independent clause dependent clause comma fault none of the above 8. Choose the answer that best identifies the underlined phrase and punctuation. If no answer describes the item, choose none of the above. After the rain finally tapered off, the game continued. (Points: 3) dependent clause independent clause comma fault none of the above 9. Choose the item that best describes the type of sentence. Downy flakes of snow covered the lawn around our house. (Points: 3) complex sentence simple sentence compound sentence compound-complex sentence 10. Choose the item that best describes the type of sentence. We will clean up the house after the celebration ends. (Points: 3) simple sentence complex sentence compound sentence compound-complex sentence 11. Choose the item that best describes the type of sentence. You wash, and I’ll dry while we listen to the radio. (Points: 3) simple sentence compound sentence complex sentence compound-complex sentence 12. Choose the item that best describes the type of sentence. Whales may, indeed, communicate with one another, and scientists are only now beginning observation in detail. (Points: 3) simple sentence compound sentence complex sentence compound-complex sentence 13. Choose the answer that best corrects the sentence. We settled into our seats and the first act began. (Points: 3) settled, into act, began seats and, seats, and 14. Choose the answer that best corrects the sentence. Playing an instrument is difficult it takes a lot of practice. (Points: 3) difficult, it difficult so difficult; so difficult; it 15. Choose the answer that best corrects the sentence. Mark uses three alarm clocks nevertheless he sometimes sleeps through the alarms. (Points: 3) clocks, nevertheless, clocks, and nevertheless clocks; nevertheless clocks; nevertheless, 16. The following sentence may have an error in punctuation. Parts of the sentence are underlined. Choose the underlined part of the sentence that contains an error. If there is no error, choose no error. The wind picked up; and the campers worried, for their tents were not staked down. (Points: 3) up; and the campers worried, for no error 17. The following sentence may have an error in punctuation. Parts of the sentence are underlined. Choose the underlined part of the senten

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Could you correct my writing? This is my summary. Please tell me my grammar mistake, or strange things in structure. In this article, Dan Harris mentioned what he had seen and felt after coming back from the several day’s travel in an isolated Amazon jungle. It was hard to get the place where the Tribe was living since they were living at the middle of jungle. When the writer and his producer arrived, it was dark night. One of tribe’s members led them to a house, so they could sleep at there. After falling asleep, they woke up because of a strange sound. It was their engage ceremony. When the sun came up, they saw the village and people. Men usually went hunting or fishing, and women gathered wood for making fires. As they think their environment, catching fish only they need was their rule. On that afternoon, the writer was invited for lunch by one couple. The food was very simple, such as fish, bread, and a kind of potato. On the second day, the author heard that the Brazilian government had a plan to build a dam near the river. The tribe believed it would destroy their life style, and environment. The next day, the author went to another place where only six people were living. They were very friendly, and spoke their language. The bad thing for the six people was that it was very hard to maintain their population because of their age.

summarize the story? The Man in Asbestos “The Man in Asbestos: An Allegory of the Future,” chapter ten of Nonsense Novels by Stephen Leacock (1911). The text is in the public domain. To begin with let me admit that I did it on purpose. Perhaps it was partly from jealousy. It seemed unfair that other writers should be able at will to drop into a sleep of four or five hundred years, and to plunge head-first into a distant future and be a witness of its marvels. I wanted to do that too. I always had been, I still am, a passionate student of social problems. The world of to-day with its roaring machinery, the unceasing toil of its working classes, its strife, its poverty, its war, its cruelty, appals me as I look at it. I love to think of the time that must come some day when man will have conquered nature, and the toil-worn human race enter upon an era of peace. I loved to think of it, and I longed to see it. So I set about the thing deliberately. What I wanted to do was to fall asleep after the customary fashion, for two or three hundred years at least, and wake and find myself in the marvel world of the future. I made my preparations for the sleep. I bought all the comic papers that I could find, even the illustrated ones. I carried them up to my room in my hotel: with them I brought up a pork pie and dozens and dozens of doughnuts. I ate the pie and the doughnuts, then sat back in the bed and read the comic papers one after the other. Finally, as I felt the awful lethargy stealing upon me, I reached out my hand for the London Weekly Times, and held up the editorial page before my eye. It was, in a way, clear, straight suicide, but I did it. I could feel my senses leaving me. In the room across the hall there was a man singing. His voice, that had been loud, came fainter and fainter through the transom. I fell into a sleep, the deep immeasurable sleep in which the very existence of the outer world was hushed. Dimly I could feel the days go past, then the years, and then the long passage of the centuries. Then, not as it were gradually, but quite suddenly, I woke up, sat up, and looked about me. Where was I? Well might I ask myself. I found myself lying, or rather sitting up, on a broad couch. I was in a great room, dim, gloomy, and dilapidated in its general appearance, and apparently, from its glass cases and the stuffed figures that they contained, some kind of museum. Beside me sat a man. His face was hairless, but neither old nor young. He wore clothes that looked like the grey ashes of paper that had burned and kept its shape. He was looking at me quietly, but with no particular surprise or interest. “Quick,” I said, eager to begin; “where am I? Who are you? What year is this; is it the year 3000, or what is it?” He drew in his breath with a look of annoyance on his face. “What a queer, excited way you have of speaking,” he said. “Tell me,” I said again, “is this the year 3000?” “I think I know what you mean,” he said; “but really I haven’t the faintest idea. I should think it must be at least that, within a hundred years or so; but nobody has kept track of them for so long, it’s hard to say.” “Don’t you keep track of them any more?” I gasped. “We used to,” said the man. “I myself can remember that a century or two ago there were still a number of people who used to try to keep track of the year, but it died out along with so many other faddish things of that kind. Why,” he continued, showing for the first time a sort of animation in his talk, “what was the use of it? You see, after we eliminated death——” “Eliminated death!” I cried, sitting upright. “Good God!” “What was that expression you used?” queried the man. “Good God!” I repeated. “Ah,” he said, “never heard it before. But I was saying that after we had eliminated Death, and Food, and Change, we had practically got rid of Events, and——” “Stop!” I said, my brain reeling. “Tell me one thing at a time.” “Humph!” he ejaculated. “I see, you must have been asleep a long time. Go on then and ask questions. Only, if you don’t mind, just as few as possible, and please don’t get interested or excited.” Oddly enough the first question that sprang to my lips was— “What are those clothes made of?” “Asbestos,” answered the man. “They last hundreds of years. We have one suit each, and there are billions of them piled up, if anybody wants a new one.” “Thank you,” I answered. “Now tell me where I am?” “You are in a museum. The figures in the cases are specimens like yourself. But here,” he said, “if you want really to find out about what is evidently a new epoch to you, get off your platform and come out on Broadway and sit on a bench.” I got down. As we passed through the dim and dust-covered buildings I looked curiously at the figures in the cases. “By Jove!’’ I said looking at one figure in blue clothes with a belt and baton, “that’s a policeman!” “Really,” said my new acquaintance, “is that what a policeman was? I’ve often wondered. What used they to be used for?” “Used for?” I repeated in perplexity. “Why, they stood at the corner of the street.” “Ah, yes, I see,” he said, “so as to shoot at the people. You must excuse my ignorance,” he continued, “as to some of your social customs in the past. When I took my education I was operated upon for social history, but the stuff they used was very inferior.” I didn’t in the least understand what the man meant, but had no time to question him, for at that moment we came out upon the street, and I stood riveted in astonishment. Broadway! Was it possible? The change was absolutely appalling! In place of the roaring thoroughfare that I had known, this silent, moss-grown desolation. Great buildings fallen into ruin through the sheer stress of centuries of wind and weather, the sides of them coated over with a growth of fungus and moss! The place was soundless. Not a vehicle moved. There were no wires overhead—no sound of life or movement except, here and there, there passed slowly to and fro human figures dressed in the same asbestos clothes as my acquaintance, with the same hairless faces, and the same look of infinite age upon them. Good heavens! And was this the era of the Conquest that I had hoped to see! I had always taken for granted, I do not know why, that humanity was destined to move forward. This picture of what seemed desolation on the ruins of our civilisation rendered me almost speechless. There were little benches placed here and there on the street. We sat down. “Improved, isn’t it,” said the man in asbestos, “since the days when you remember it?” He seemed to speak quite proudly. I gasped out a question. “Where are the street cars and the motors?” “Oh, done away with long ago,” he said; “how awful they must have been. The noise of them!” and his asbestos clothes rustled with a shudder. “But how do you get about?” “We don’t,” he answered. “Why should we? It’s just the same being here as being anywhere else.” He looked at me with an infinity of dreariness in his face. A thousand questions surged into my mind at once. I asked one of the simplest. “But how do you get back and forwards to your work?” “Work!” he said. “There isn’t any work. It’s finished. The last of it was all done centuries ago.” I looked at him a moment open-mouthed. Then I turned and looked again at the grey desolation of the street with the asbestos figures moving here and there. I tried to pull my senses together. I realised that if I was to unravel this new and undreamed-of future, I must go at it systematically and step by step. “I see,” I said after a pause, “that momentous things have happened since my time. I wish you would let me ask you about it all systematically, and would explain it to me bit by bit. First, what do you mean by saying that there is no work?” “Why,” answered my strange acquaintance, “it died out of itself. Machinery killed it. If I remember rightly, you had a certain amount of machinery even in your time. You had done very well with steam, made a good beginning with electricity, though I think radial energy had hardly as yet been put to use.” I nodded assent. “But you found it did you no good. The better your machines, the harder you worked. The more things you had the more you wanted. The pace of life grew swifter and swifter. You cried out, but it would not stop. You were all caught in the cogs of your own machine. None of you could see the end.” “That is quite true,” I said. “How do you know it all?” “Oh,” answered the Man in Asbestos, “that part of my education was very well operated—I see you do not know what I mean. Never mind, I can tell you that later. Well, then, there came, probably almost two hundred years after your time, the Era of the Great Conquest of Nature, the final victory of Man and Machinery.” “They did conquer it?” I asked quickly, with a thrill of the old hope in my veins again. “Conquered it,” he said, “beat it out! Fought it to a standstill! Things came one by one, then faster and faster, in a hundred years it was all done. In fact, just as soon as mankind turned its energy to decreasing its needs instead of increasing its desires, the whole thing was easy. Chemical Food came first. Heavens! the simplicity of it. And in your time thousands of millions of people tilled and grubbed at the soil from morning till night. I’ve seen specimens of them—farmers, they called them. There’s one in the museum. After the invention of Chemical Food we piled up enough in the emporiums in a year to last for centuries. Agriculture went overboard. Eating and all that goes with it, domestic labour, housework—all ended. Nowadays one takes a concentrated pill every year or so, that’s all. The whole digestive apparatus, as you knew it, was a clumsy thing that had been bloated up like a set of bagpipes through the evolution of its use!” I could not forbear to interrupt. “Have you and these people,” I said, “no stomachs—no apparatus?” “Of course we have,” he answered, “but we use it to some purpose. Mine is largely filled with my education—but there! I am anticipating again. Better let me go on as I was. Chemical Food came first: that cut off almost one-third of the work, and then came Asbestos Clothes. That was wonderful! In one year humanity made enough suits to last for ever and ever. That, of course, could never have been if it hadn’t been connected with the revolt of women and the fall of Fashion.” “Have the Fashions gone,” I asked, “that insane, extravagant idea of——” I was about to launch into one of my old-time harangues about the sheer vanity of decorative dress, when my eye rested on the moving figures in asbestos, and I stopped. “All gone,” said the Man in Asbestos. “Then next to that we killed, or practically killed, the changes of climate. I don’t think that in your day you properly understood how much of your work was due to the shifts of what you called the weather. It meant the need of all kinds of special clothes and houses and shelters, a wilderness of work. How dreadful it must have been in your day—wind and storms, great wet masses—what did you call them?—clouds—flying through the air, the ocean full of salt, was it not?—tossed and torn by the wind, snow thrown all over everything, hail, rain—how awful!” “Sometimes,” I said, “it was very beautiful. But how did you alter it?” “Killed the weather!” answered the Man in Asbestos. “Simple as anything—turned its forces loose one against the other, altered the composition of the sea so that the top became all more or less gelatinous. I really can’t explain it, as it is an operation that I never took at school, but it made the sky grey, as you see it, and the sea gum-coloured, the weather all the same. It cut out fuel and houses and an infinity of work with them!” He paused a moment. I began to realise something of the course of evolution that had happened. “So,” I said, “the conquest of nature meant that presently there was no more work to do?” “Exactly,” he said, “nothing left.” “Food enough for all?” “Too much,” he answered. “Houses and clothes?” “All you like,” said the Man in Asbestos, waving his hand. “There they are. Go out and take them. Of course, they’re falling down— slowly, very slowly. But they’ll last for centuries yet, nobody need bother.” Then I realised, I think for the first time, just what work had meant in the old life, and how much of the texture of life itself had been bound up in the keen effort of it. Presently my eyes looked upward: dangling at the top of a moss-grown building I saw what seemed to be the remains of telephone wires. “What became of all that,” I said, “the telegraph and the telephone and all the system of communication?” “Ah,” said the Man in Asbestos, “that was what a telephone meant, was it? I knew that it had been suppressed centuries ago. Just what was it for?” “Why,” I said with enthusiasm, “by means of the telephone we could talk to anybody, call up anybody, and talk at any distance.” “And anybody could call you up at any time and talk?” said the Man in Asbestos, with something like horror. “How awful! What a dreadful age yours was, to be sure. No, the telephone and all the rest of it, all the transportation and intercommunication was cut out and forbidden. There was no sense in it. You see,” he added, “what you don’t realise is that people after your day became gradually more and more reasonable. Take the railroad, what good was that? It brought into every town a lot of people from every other town. Who wanted them? Nobody. When work stopped and commerce ended, and food was needless, and the weather killed, it was foolish to move about. So it was all terminated. Anyway,” he said, with a quick look of apprehension and a change in his voice, “it was dangerous!” “So!” I said. “Dangerous! You still have danger?” “Why, yes,” he said, “there’s always the danger of getting broken.” “What do you mean,” I asked. “Why,” said the Man in Asbestos, “I suppose it’s what you would call being dead. Of course, in one sense there’s been no death for centuries past; we cut that out. Disease and death were simply a matter of germs. We found them one by one. I think that even in your day you had found one or two of the easier, the bigger ones?” I nodded. “Yes, you had found diphtheria and typhoid and, if I am right, there were some outstanding, like scarlet fever and smallpox, that you called ultra-microscopic, and which you were still hunting for, and others that you didn’t even suspect. Well, we hunted them down one by one and destroyed them. Strange that it never occurred to any of you that Old Age was only a germ! It turned out to be quite a simple one, but it was so distributed in its action that you never even thought of it.” “And you mean to say,” I ejaculated in amazement, looking at the Man in Asbestos, “that nowadays you live for ever?” “I wish,” he said, “that you hadn’t that peculiar, excitable way of talking; you speak as if everything mattered so tremendously. Yes,” he continued, “we live for ever, unless, of course, we get broken. That happens sometimes. I mean that we may fall over a high place or bump on something, and snap ourselves. You see, we’re just a little brittle still—some remnant, I suppose, of the Old Age germ—and we have to be careful. In fact,” he continued, “I don’t mind saying that accidents of this sort were the most distressing feature of our civilisation till we took steps to cut out all accidents. We forbid all street cars, street traffic, aeroplanes, and so on. The risks of your time,” he said, with a shiver of his asbestos clothes, “must have been awful.” “They were,” I answered, with a new kind of pride in my generation that I had never felt before, “but we thought it part of the duty of brave people to——” “Yes, yes,” said the Man in Asbestos impatiently, “please don’t get excited. I know what you mean. It was quite irrational.” We sat silent for a long time. I looked about me at the crumbling buildings, the monotone, unchanging sky, and the dreary, empty street. Here, then, was the fruit of the Conquest, here was the elimination of work, the end of hunger and of cold, the cessation of the hard struggle, the downfall of change and death—nay, the very millennium of happiness. And yet, somehow, there seemed something wrong with it all. I pondered, then I put two or three rapid questions, hardly waiting to reflect upon the answers. “Is there any war now?” “Done with centuries ago. They took to settling international disputes with a slot machine. After that all foreign dealings were given up. Why have them? Everybody thinks foreigners awful.” “Are there any newspapers now?” “Newspapers! What on earth would we want them for? If we should need them at any time there are thousands of old ones piled up. But what is in them, anyway; only things that happen, wars and accidents and work and death. When these went newspapers went too. Listen,” continued the Man in Asbestos, “you seem to have been something of a social reformer, and yet you don’t understand the new life at all. You don’t understand how completely all our burdens have disappeared. Look at it this way. How used your people to spend all the early part of their lives?” “Why,” I said, “our first fifteen years or so were spent in getting education.” “Exactly,” he answered; “now notice how we improved on all that. Education in our day is done by surgery. Strange that in your time nobody realised that education was simply a surgical operation. You hadn’t the sense to see that what you really did was to slowly remodel, curve and convolute the inside of the brain by a long and painful mental operation. Everything learned was reproduced in a physical difference to the brain. You knew that, but you didn’t see the full consequences. Then came the invention of surgical education—the simple system of opening the side of the skull and engrafting into it a piece of prepared brain. At first, of course, they had to use, I suppose, the brains of dead people, and that was ghastly”—here the Man in Asbestos shuddered like a leaf—“but very soon they found how to make moulds that did just as well. After that it was a mere nothing; an operation of a few minutes would suffice to let in poetry or foreign languages or history or anything else that one cared to have. Here, for instance,” he added, pushing back the hair at the side of his head and showing a scar beneath it, “is the mark where I had my spherical trigonometry let in. That was, I admit, rather painful, but other things, such as English poetry or history, can be inserted absolutely without the least suffering. When I think of your painful, barbarous methods of education through the ear, I shudder at it. Oddly enough, we have found lately that for a great many things there is no need to use the head. We lodge them—things like philosophy and metaphysics, and so on—in what used to be the digestive apparatus. They fill it admirably.” He paused a moment. Then went on: “Well, then, to continue, what used to occupy your time and effort after your education?” “Why,” I said, “one had, of course, to work, and then, to tell the truth, a great part of one’s time and feeling was devoted toward the other sex, towards falling in love and finding some woman to share one’s life.” “Ah,” said the Man in Asbestos, with real interest. “I’ve heard about your arrangements with the women, but never quite understood them. Tell me; you say you selected some woman?” “Yes.” “And she became what you called your wife?” “Yes, of course.” “And you worked for her?” asked the Man in Asbestos in astonishment. “Yes.” “And she did not work?” “No,” I answered, “of course not.” “And half of what you had was hers?” “Yes.” “And she had the right to live in your house and use your things?” “Of course,” I answered. “How dreadful!” said the Man in Asbestos. “I hadn’t realised the horrors of your age till now.” He sat shivering slightly, with the same timid look in his face as before. Then it suddenly struck me that of the figures on the street, all had looked alike. “Tell me,” I said, “are there no women now? Are they gone too?” “Oh, no,” answered the Man in Asbestos, “they’re here just the same. Some of those are women. Only, you see, everything has been changed now. It all came as part of their great revolt, their desire to be like the men. Had that begun in your time?” “Only a little.” I answered; “they were beginning to ask for votes and equality.” “That’s it,” said my acquaintance, “I couldn’t think of the word. Your women, I believe, were something awful, were they not? Covered with feathers and skins and dazzling colours made of dead things all over them? And they laughed, did they not, and had foolish teeth, and at any moment they could inveigle you into one of those contracts! Ugh!” He shuddered. “Asbestos,” I said (I knew no other name to call him), as I turned on him in wrath, “Asbestos, do you think that those jelly-bag Equalities out on the street there, with their ash-barrel suits, can be compared for one moment with our unredeemed, unreformed, heaven-created, hobble-skirted women of the twentieth century?” Then, suddenly, another thought flashed into my mind— “The children,” I said, “where are the children? Are there any?” “Children,” he said, “no! I have never heard of there being any such things for at least a century. Horrible little hobgoblins they must have been! Great big faces, and cried constantly! And grew, did they not? Like funguses! I believe they were longer each year than they had been the last, and——” I rose. “Asbestos!” I said, “this, then, is your coming Civilisation, your millennium. This dull, dead thing, with the work and the burden gone out of life, and with them all the joy and sweetness of it. For the old struggle—mere stagnation, and in place of danger and death, the dull monotony of security and the horror of an unending decay! Give me back,” I cried, and I flung wide my arms to the dull air, “the old life of danger and stress, with its hard toil and its bitter chances, and its heartbreaks. I see its value! I know its worth! Give me no rest,” I cried aloud—— * * * * * “Yes, but give a rest to the rest of the corridor!” cried an angered voice that broke in upon my exultation. Suddenly my sleep had gone. I was back again in the room of my hotel, with the hum of the wicked, busy old world all about me, and loud in my ears the voice of the indignant man across the corridor. “Quit your blatting, you infernal blatherskite,” he was calling. “Come down to earth.” I came.

More thoughts on dog training "methods"; in relation to our individual choices of the "type" and "purpose"? of the dog we choose. There is a wide cross section of who I consider very experienced and knowledgeable "dog people" here. The "purpose" of their dogs vary too. The amount of training necessary to achieve the dogs' purposes again vary. As well as what "methods" may work the best to achieve the "purpose". Simple pet/companion: just around the house or hiking and camping and such. Competition dogs: obedience and rally. More sport/competition dogs: agility, dock dogs, frisbee etc. Hunting dogs. Herding dogs. Protection dogs. and all the others.... To best suit each purpose, there are specific "traits" that are virtues and traits that are faults. There are "instincts" to be considered, there is temperament... "bravery", sensitivity, willingness/biddability, and variations of "prey drive" (would that actually be instinct? hmm...) This has been tumbling in my head for some time, originally inspired by particularly by you, Greekman, quite some time ago for all your "outspokeness" ;) then added to by the "temperate" Dutchman, and lastly by Curtis' (who seems more contemplative) recent question on training "methods" I think we must understand that we are all very different people, with different personalities and interests. Although we feel our chosen "breed(s) and purpose(s)" is/are the best, it is so only to us. A reflection of who we are. What we want in a dog is very different from another. Greekman admits he is a warrior, and he is doing what he wants, with the dogs he wants. And his method of training obviously is what works for his dogs and their purpose. I assume, from what I recall from his posts, that he LIKES the challenge of a "driven, pushy" dog from the start. I am not a warrior, I dislike arguments, confontations and battles. I like to "work with" and share, not necessarily "win". And hence, I have a Border Collie. Her "instincts" are to be a working partner, to look for direction, to be "subtle". Her first time, and every time, she has been on sheep, she is keen, quiet, careful, will drop and call off immediately. When challenged by a ewe, her first exposure at about 4 months old, she did not hesitate to charge its head and force it to turn. If a sheep breaks, she will take off after it to try to turn it, but she does not attack. She does the job, with the amount of courage she was bred to have. Would she make a protection dog? Heck no! If someone shook a stick at her, she would take it as a correction and drop to the ground! However, I have seen many "herding breeds" over the years (many who are actually protection breeds) when presented with sheep, simply charge, chase and attack, ripping the wool out, going for the throats and having to be literally beaten off the stock. That is not a type of dog I would want. Doesn't suit me. And I totally accept you, Greekman, would not even feed my Border Collie. Not at all what would suit you. I am ok with that. But we should be understanding that either extreme, as well as the in between dogs and jobs, do have merit. I believe when discussing "training methods", we all must understand that the "end" result, the "purpose" of the dog is going to partially determine the basic training method. Because the dog (breed, temperament) we have chosen to best suit our purpose is going to be very, very different from someone else whose dog is for a very different purpose. I am not, with this, challenging anyone's training methods. I am not criticizing the use of pinch collars nor electric collars ( I have used the latter when I felt I had to resort to it). Nor "operant conditioning", nor........ I have admiration for effective trainers of field dogs, as I do protection dogs, as I do.... If I had a more "independent" breed, I know my training would need adjustment. If I had a "harder" breed, I know my training would have to be greatly adjusted!! I do, secondly, want people to realize and accept that methods that are used by the "experts" here, for their "chosen purpose" dogs may not be the "best" for someone else. NOW!!! The questions! If you are still here. DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR "METHOD OF TRAINING" TO SUIT YOUR DOG'S PURPOSE? HAVE YOU ALTERED PART OF A METHOD? AS TRAINING IS A CHALLENGE, HOW MUCH CHALLENGE DO YOU, PERSONALLY LIKE? ARE YOU REWARDED BY OVERCOMING CHALLENGES? AND WHAT SPECIFIC CHALLENGES DO YOU LIKE? DO YOU FEEL THESE TRAINING CHALLENGES ARE PARTIALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR THE METHOD OF TRAINING YOU HAVE CHOSEN? Please include your dog's breed, and "purpose". Thanks for being patient. Sure wish I could have gotten one of you to edit this for post! Yes, yes. It seems like this is a lecture...it is prelude to some questions. I just can't help but ramble. Fortunately I find communicating with dogs much easier. Infinitely Superior: Ah ha! Here is the wisdom hiding behind your oft-times rude comments! Thanks! Excellent reply, succinct. unlike me ;( I particularly appreciated "you might be on your dawg like a chicken on a junebug for the same thing I would be praising." SO true!!! and the very important note on balance of training: may need "big cheering and equally firm correction" Bcdawgma: ah! you sound just like me! oh oh, may not be a compliment.... memphis belle: excellent example of needing to go "harder" ms manners: thank you for your great answer, specifying the "challenge" of training you most enjoy and want to put the work into is seeing "the foster dog as a puzzle to be solved". ah Greekman! Aren't you glad you don't have to have a conversation with me ;) Thank you for answering. Despite seeming to pick on you, I usually give your replies a thumbs up! Dutchman: yes! yes! Thank you for finding the "challenge preference". I find this consideration thought provoking. rescue member: only praise and treats? No consequences? I think this may be the reason our human society is in dire straits. Edit; I will not be awarding a best answer. You guys can duke it out!

Please review my writing? I wrote this about two years ago, when I was thirteen. However, I decided to scrap it as I thought that the actual storyline was way out of my league and I'd never be able to finish it. So now I'm planning to start a whole new story with a more simple storyline, and I'm hoping I can turn it into a novel. Maybe when I am older I will pick this story up again. Please review. Thank you! I blinked several times and lifted my head to see Mr Hunt, my English teacher looking worriedly down at me. ‘M-Mr Hunt?’ I choked. Perhaps God was helping me after all, in the form of Mr Hunt. ‘Sarah, what on Earth are you doing down there?’ Mr Hunt asked, his eyes peering at me through his rounded spectacles. He reached out a hand and gently pulled me to my feet. ‘You shouldn’t be out here alone Sarah, especially with all those teenage thugs running around. Kids these days.’ He gave me a friendly smile and I just stared at awe in him. Then I snapped back to my senses. ‘Mr Hunt, you’ve got help me! My friend’s in trouble, he’s…he’s,’ I tried to explain but Mr Hunt just put his arm around my shoulder and said quite calmly, ‘Not to worry, come with me and we’ll get you all cleaned up.’ ‘No please listen!’ I begged. ‘My friend…my friend.’ I tried to wiggle out from his grasp on my shoulder but he held on too tight. He was already walking me away from where I fell, away from Charlie. ‘Please, my friend needs help! It’s got him, it’s going to hurt him!’ I was yelling at Mr Hunt now as he walked me calmly along the pavement, as though being in a completely deserted town and walking with a screaming teenage girl was normal. Why wasn’t he listning to me? ‘Mr Hunt please,’ I whimpered, more tears leaking out from my eyes. ‘Try and stay calm Sarah, we have to get that nasty scratch of yours cleaned up,’ replied Mr Hunt. I looked over at my left shoulder and saw the shape of four thick claws marked onto my skin, blood seeping through the wound. Mr Hunt led me to his house on Felix Drive, where he ushered me inside. I tried to protest, but I was too weak from shock and terror to do anything as he sat me down in an armchair in his living room. He looked closely at the scratch on my shoulder through his thick glasses. ‘Hmm, that’s some nasty scracth you’ve got their Sarah, wait two minutes and I’ll get some band-aids for you,’ he smiled at me. I watched him scuttle away into the kitchen. ‘And how about a nice cup of tea, eh? There’s nothing that a good old cup of tea won’t calm.’ I said nothing in return. This couldn’t be happening. Mr Hunt always seemed a little strict and annoying at school, but he was always there to help. What was going on, why wasn’t he helping me? Why was he making me a cup of tea instead of helping Charlie who could be dead now. He would have lost his life to save mine. I let out a sob as I stared around Mr Hunt’s old fashioned living room. It was decorated with lime green walls with frilly pink armchairs that would have caused me to wet myself with laughter if it was any other time in the world. ‘Here we are,’ I heard Mr Hunt say as he suffled back into the room, layden with a tea tray with mugs full of tea. ‘It’s funny, we returned here just as the kettle boiled, what a coincidence,’ he laughed nervously. Mr Hunt handed me one of the cups of tea and I held it limply in my two hands, barely noticing it burning my skin. ‘Now lets have closer look at that nasty cut of yours, how on Earth did you manage to get that?’ Mr Hunt reached into the pocket of his trousers and pulled out a small bottle of disinfectant and some cotton wool. He chuckled to himself as he applied the solution to a small amount a cotton wool and dabbed it onto my skin. Almost immediately, the wound stung like hell and I felt more tears burning in my eyes. Then all of a sudden I felt myself pull back into reality from all the shock. I brushed the old man’s wrinkled hand away in anger. ‘Mr Hunt, listen to me. My friend is getting hurt, you need to help him. You need to help me! Why can’t you see what’s happening?’ I cried into his friendly face. Mr Hunt seemed taken aback a little from my sudden outburst. However, he just merely blinked and gave me his usual friendly smile, placing his hands onto my cup of tea. He lifted it up to my lips and said, ‘You really should drink your tea, Sarah. It helps with the shock, it’s very good for calming.’ ‘I don’t want to drink any tea!’ I yelled angrily and I threw the mug away from me. Mr Hunt and I watched the cup fly through the air and land in pieces on the wooden floor, tea spraying across the floor and up the walls. ‘Now Sarah, there really was no need for-’ Mr Hunt began to say but I cut angrily through him. ‘Don’t you get it!’ I shrieked. ‘It’s going to come and kill us. It’s going to kill us all!’ ‘It’s okay Sarah, it won’t hurt you here

What do you think of my short story? The Mordestra Scholars A new day had begun. The overcast was thin and the morning sun was blazing red. As Karlak looked further up he saw purple clouds like waves, and beyond them the hazy half moon. Around the clearing a fog was settling over the red tomato plants, giving them a sickly look. Behind the boy the house door burst open. “Karlak! Stop staring at that danged sky and feed the hounds.” Afraid of what would happen, he hastened for the shed. His father left the porch and cut him off. “Each one of them dogs is twice as valuable as you. If they die we’ll be eating you this winter, now remember that.” The hard man seized the boy by the shirt and dragged him towards the cries of the hungry canines. “You’re replaceable, but a good hunting dog is hard to find. And until you learn the way things are and start your own life, be thankful I let you share mine.” With that he left the boy, covered in dirt, to carry out the chores. After tending to the animals Karlak was charged to weed the garden. It was no more than a couple rows of potatoes and tomatoes, but along with the blackberries they picked in fall, it made up the family’s livelihood. Plots weren’t very large in the Mordestra Forest due to the denseness of it. No wind, rain, or light ever seemed to make it past the ancient trees. The only clearings were man-made and even they were just enough to let in the sun a few hours a day. Karlak loved to work underneath it and feel the lights warmth. It calmed and reassured him whenever he felt alone and overwhelmed by the darkness of the vast wood. It was noon now and the day was at its hottest. Karlak’s mother brought him and his father water and some potato bread for lunch. The two adults sat beside each other in a tense silence. They were both sweating under the sun and shifting their eyes like they were trying to focus on something else. Karlak chewed his bread in silence. His mother started rubbing fathers back with her hand and he seemed to choke on something. “Sure is hot today Perri,” his mother said. “Karlak, lunch is over, get back to work,” his father told him as he was packing up his own. “But I’m…” he didn’t get to finish his sentence. “Then just go out by the woods. Your father and I are going inside to cool down.” The woman stared at him coldly and wildly like an animal ready to pounce. He didn’t question his mother often. She may not have hit him like Perri, but she could sure cheer him on. With this in mind he headed into Mordestra while his parents disappeared into the small hut. He walked the beaten path until he found a rock to rest on. There wasn’t much to look at but, staring into the thick darkness of Mordestra, he thought he saw movement, almost as if the darkness itself had shifted and come alive for a moment. He stood up for a while testing his senses against the silence. Just as he was going to take a step a cold-gloved hand seized his shoulder and spun him around. The figure was tall, and it was completely cloaked in a black robe, hardly visible against the deep shadows of the woods. Karlak raised his eyes to meet the glance, but he saw no eyes on this man’s hideous face. It was a white and gruesome, or at least he thought so. He blinked quickly in fear; opening his eyes again he saw the face of a clown. “Hello there lad, sorry to frighten you like that, do you know by any chance where I can find a boy named Karlak? I’m told he lives around here somewhere.” “Umm…” he wasn’t sure if he could trust the man. “What do you want with him?” “Only to entertain him on his 13th birthday,” replied the grinning clown. Karlak had forgotten it was his birthday. He wasn’t sure if he ever really knew. “Oh,” he cleared his throat,” I am Karlak. I live back that way about a mile, in the clearing there.” “Good, good. Troupe, enter,” out of the shadows six more clowns appeared, dressed in the same dark apparel. “Hello Karlak,” they said in unison, sending an unexpected and icy chill down his spine. They stood in a perfect semi-circle around their leader, and all were facing Karlak. “How about you show us to your home now?” asked the leader again. Karlak nodded and led the strange men towards the light of the garden. As he neared the edge the dogs barked and howled viciously, straining at their ropes. When they emerged Perri stood on the porch with his bow. “Who you got with you there Karlak?” the stern man eyed the robed wanderers suspiciously; thieves were not uncommon in Mordestra. “They say they are clowns, here for my birthday.” “How old are you today Karlak?” his father had not known either. The leader of the troupe stepped forward and spoke softly,” He is 13 this year sir.” At this the confusion left Perri’s face and he lowered his weapon. “Oh,” Karlak heard a hint of sadness behind the simple answer. “All right then, do what you must. I won’t get in your way.” His father took one last look at his son and turned to enter the house. Following the queer conversation, Karl to finish go to the we_think teen writing group in yahoo groups

every single night i have really vivid nightmares any one know how to make it stop? i have a nightmare every night that is so vivid i wake up sweating bullets scared and shaken i have fallen out of bed woke up screaming hell a few times i woke up in the middle of the field behind my house with my girlfriend shinning a flashlight at me wondering why the hell im out there in the buff yelling at this old stone well saying im not going not now not ever. i remember most of the dreams horrible places ive never seen before creatures all around me that could easilly find a comfortable home in the pits of hell and screaming thousands of screaming people as if the very flesh is being ripped from them so loud i cannot even hear myself think the air makes it hard to breathe and my eyes water i have to run to get away from this creature that allways manages to hunt me down killing anyone foolish enough to help me to escape it and every night it takes me dragging me kicking and screaming into the darkness before i wake up. but here is the kicker there is this woman an older woman mabey 60s 70s in a simple pair of jeans and a green t shirt who i can amost allways find at some point during my trips to this little slice of parridise and she always says the same thing "hes hunting you... darkness will follow you allways... for us all... you must stay in the light" and then its like i blink and shes gone what does this mean am i haunted i dont eat before bed i dont even own a tv i take no medications i never eat sweets im a medical gas foreman for a hospital but never see any patients just check pressures and test quallity of the conections and equipment i live a simple life far from the city i am just a country boy making his way in this world and now apparently i have a tumor or a demon

What Do You Think Of Disfellowshiping? Jesus gave us a loving pattern to follow in regards to talking to our brother or sister and confronting them with either (1) problems in our relationships, or (2) with regards to unconfessed sin on their part. In Matthew 18:15-18, Jesus outlines three steps to take in talking to your brother, in attempting to settle difficulties or to right the wrong. If the three steps prove unfruitful, he says, "Let him be to you as a Gentile and a tax-gatherer." Math. 18:17b In Paul's correspondence with the Corinthians, he had heard of a fellow Christian who was cohabiting with his stepmother, and he wrote the Corinthians and told them not to associate "with any so-called brother if he should be an immoral person, or covetous, or an idolater, or a reviler, or a drunkard, or a swindler--not to even eat with such a one..." (1 Cor. 5:11) Similar counsel was given regarding unruly ones in the church, who would not respond to initial counseling (2 Thes. 3:14,15). But in the case of the Corinthians, both the church and the individual failed to respond, and so Paul wrote them and said, "Remove the wicked man from among yourselves." The purpose of disfellowshiping is (1) to cause the repentance of the errant Christian; (2) to remove a stumbling stone from the church, so that others would not be infected (1 Cor. 5:6,7); (3) to instill the others with fear of God's judgment for pursuing a wrong course, and (4) to keep the church free from a marred reputation with the world (Rom. 2:23,24). If the errant brother was to seek forgiveness and display heartfelt repentance for his actions and attitude, he was to be forgiven and accepted back into the church. Thus he would not be overly abused by Satan, whose authority he had temporarily come under by being cast out into the world (2 Cor. 2:10,11). The tendency for unloving elders to abuse their authority is usually checked by the church having little authority over the lives of its members. But if the church or religious organization becomes an ecclesiastical system which demands absolute subjection to its authority, the Scriptures become a powerful tool to browbeat and coerce the individual into submission, out of fear of losing something very valuable to him. Elders are therefore counseled to walk in humility (1 Peter 5:16) and to become examples to the body (1 Tim. 4:12). They are to have tender affection for others (Rom. 12:10). Yet at the same time, they are to be ready to pray for the sick (James 5:14,15), correct those stepping out of line (Gal. 6:1), stop gossip and misleading talk (1 Tim. 1:37; Titus 1:9), and to warn the flock against false doctrine and false teachers or ideas that may be present in the body (Rom. 16:17,18; Titus 3:10,11. If necessary in order to protect the flock, the offender is to be marked as bad association (2 Thess. 3:14,15) or disfellowshiped (1 Cor. 5:11-13). Considering 2 John 9, 10: In this passage, the elder John minces no words in warning against teachers who went too far beyond the gospel, in promoting new teachings which denied the real meaning of the gospel. By the end of the first century, there were already many such teachers, notably the Gnostics and Docetists. To protect the church from false teaching, the apostle makes the acceptance of visiting Christians conditional on their confession that "Christ is come in the flesh" (2 John 7). The Greek verb used is in a present continuous sense, as contrasted with 1 John 4:2 and 1 John 5:6, where Christ is spoken of as having come in the flesh (past tense perspective). Howard Marshall, in The Epistles of John, states: It seems unlikely . . . that the false teachers simply denied the reality of the incarnation. The use of the present and perfect tenses becomes significant if the point is that Jesus Christ had come and still existed "in flesh." We know that some Gnostic thinkers taught that a heavenly power (the Christ) came upon Jesus at his baptism in the form of the Spirit, but that it departed from him again after the crucifixion, so that there was no lasting union of the divine Christ with the human Jesus, and hence no real, lasting incarnation. The elder's formulation of the orthodox faith in Jesus Christ seems to be designed to exclude such interpretations of the person of Jesus. For him it was axiomatic that there had been a true incarnation, that the Word had become flesh and remained flesh. (p. 70, 71) If this interpretation is true, then those who deny that Christ presently has a glorified body of flesh would be classed among the antichrists, and not only certain unorthodox groups in the first century. Jehovah's Witnesses And Disfellowshiping Jehovah's Witnesses practice disfellowshiping, not only for unrepentant sinners, but also for a number of other reasons. Since 1973, for instance, a member who smokes is subject to disfellowshiping. So would be those who work directly in defense departments or the military, or who are employed by any kind of religious organization. Walking into a church could merit this penalty, as could taking a blood transfusion, saluting the flag (or any act of patriotism), celebrating holidays, talking to a disfellowshiped person (including relatives), disagreeing with ANY doctrinal points, and the list of punishable offenses grows greater each year. It was not always so legalistic in the Watchtower. Like many religious movements, grace abounds in the beginning; but as they get more structured, rules and regulations take the place of grace and mercy. Note this early statement by the Watchtower: We would not refuse to treat one as a brother because he did not believe the Society is the Lord's channel. If others see it in a different way, that is their privilege. There should be full liberty of conscience. WT April 1, 1920, p. 100, 101. It didn't take long, however, for the "persecuted" to become the persecutors. By 1930, those who disagreed with President Rutherford were classed as "evil slaves" and were classed with the "man of perdition," to be destroyed. (WT 1930, p. 275-281) In 1952, a distinct disfellowshiping policy was laid out. Witnesses were not to even say a greeting to disfellowshiped ones. The March 1, 1952 Watchtower said, "Those who are acquainted with the situation in the congregation should never say 'Hello' or 'Goodbye' to him. He is not welcome in our midst, we avoid him." (p. 141) By 1955, associating with a disfellowshiped person was grounds for disfellowshiping for a JW. (WT 1955, p. 607.) In January of 1972 it was declared that homosexuality and bestiality by one's marriage partner were not considered as porneia (fornication), and were therefore not grounds for divorce (Matt. 5:32). If one divorced under such conditions, he would lay himself open to adultery and could be disfellowshiped. (WT Jan. 1, 1972, p. 32.) Yet, by December of the very same year, they had reversed their stand, saying that ALL types of illicit sexual intercourse are grounds for divorce, including the above-mentioned acts. (WT December 15, 1972, p. 767, 768.) By 1974, the Governing Body entered the bedrooms of their subjects. Standards of conduct were laid out for married couples in bed. Oral or anal sex, or anything classified as a "perversion" or "unnatural practices" in the sex act would subject them to disfellowshiping. (WT November 15, 1974, p. 704. See also WT of 1974 pages 160, 484-486.) Oddly enough, in April of '74 they had seemingly relaxed the tension towards disfellowshiped persons. In the April l974 WT, for instance, on page 467, they said: Congregation elders, as well as individual members of a congregation, therefore, ought to guard against developing an attitude approaching that which some Jewish Rabbinical writers fomented towards Gentiles in viewing them as virtual enemies. The gist of the article was that disfellowshiped ones were not to be treated with unnecessary cruelty; especially members of one's family or those in obvious hardship situations. They stated that 'we don't want to be like Pharisees' who walked on the other side of the road when a Gentile was in trouble. (WT Aug. 1, 1974, p. 467.) With the Feb. 15th issue of 1978, the bedroom rules were now not to be enforced by elders, and publishers were not to be intimidated or spied on any more; although the previously banned practices were still considered unclean. (p. 32) A reversal of this trend of grace was in store for the '80's, however. With the unrest in the organization over the 1975 debacle, and now the headquarters shakeup in 1980, a hard line was taken in 1981 against any disfellowshiped or disassociated person. The Light Gets Blighter With the failure of 1975 to bring the end of the world, as well as the headquarters shakeup in 1980, a hard line was taken in 1981 against any disfellowshiped or disassociated person. Even if they were members of one's own family, they were now to be shunned except in the most necessary functions of life. (WT Sept. 15, 1981, p. 26-31 under "If a Relative is Disfellowshiped.") The Watchtower plainly says that Witnesses shouldn't even say 'hello' to a person who has left the organization. On page 25 of this magazine they say: And we all know from our experience over the years that a simple "Hello" to someone can be the first step that develops into a conversation and maybe even a friendship. Would we want to take that first step with a disfellowshiped person? In spite of the ban, however, some Witnesses were speaking out in discontent or disagreement with the Watchtower. An even greater number were subject to "witch hunts" where suspected dissenters were asked a series of questions to determine if they still believed the Society was "God's channel of communication." Many of those questioned were automatically disfellowshiped, often without a fair trial and in secret meetings. Yet, the word got out through the grapevine that all was not well with the Watchtower's doctrine. A special problem began to develop within families where one dissenter might speak to several others, and yet remain concealed from the eyes of the elders. In order to choke the grapevine, the Watchtower of January l, l983 (p. 30,31) contained a "Questions From Readers" article on "How can we assist those in our congregation who have a disfellowshiped relative?" In the first part of the article, they attack the "heart condition" of such a person, denying any possibility that they may have left the organization for a valid reason. Here is a sample quote: It is to illustrate that if someone is disfellowshiped, he must at the time have had a truly bad heart and/or been determined to pursue a God-dishonoring course. Peter said that the condition of such a person is worse than before he became a Christian; he is like "a sow that was bathed but has gone back to rolling in the mire." However, the Watchtower reluctantly acknowledged that people are human (an ever-present hindrance to their techniques). They continued: But human emotions and attachments can have a powerful effect, making it difficult for people to act in accord with the disfellowshiping decree if a relative is involved. As the article continues, those who left the organization (including relatives) were put down for interfering with the rest of the family's "happiness." Using an illustration involving three generations of a family: (1) children, (2) parents who have been disfellowshiped, and (3) the grandparents (who are typical JWs), they comment: Of course, the grandparents have to determine if some necessary family matters require limited contact with the(ir) disfellowshiped children. And they might sometimes have the grandchildren visit them. How sad, though, that by their unchristian course the children interfere with the normal pleasure that such grandparents enjoyed! However, the reader must see some vestige of human consideration in the midst of this relentless tirade. So the following sentence, humorous in its irony, is injected: We just need to go out of our way to be warm, genuinely interested and, above all, spiritual. The attack continues with the example of a couple, one of which is disfellowshiped: ". . . the expelled mate has proved that he is not the sort of person that we want to be around...So maybe a visit can be made when the disfellowshiped one is known to be out of the house. So, in other words, the Watchtower has, indeed, gone so far as to develop the attitude of the Jewish Rabbinical writers in Jesus' day and have no doubt surpassed them on occasion. Not only are Witnesses currently not to speak to anyone who may leave the organization, but they are to avoid them like the plague. Those who have seen this attitude in practice could add that JWs usually avoid even making eye contact with such persons, and might even move out of the neighborhood. This has happened in some cases. It is all part of the attitude that they must "punish" those that leave, and this punishment is almost always of a psychological nature. Due to an increase in lawsuits directed against the Watchtower over disfellowshiping since the late '70's, the Society officially stopped disfellowshiping people who voluntarily want out of the organization as of July 1, 1984. Though provision had previously been made for this in the book, Organization For Kingdom Preaching published in 1972, virtually all were disfellowshiped who disassociated from the Watchtower, regardless of the reason. Though this practice has continued in some cases since the July 1st article, others are now allowed to be considered as "disassociated," though the treatment is the same as if they were disfellowshiped. However, evil motives or wicked sins are automatically attributed to those who wish to disassociate. Notice the way the Watchtower expresses their thoughts regarding these ones: Or, as mentioned in John 6:66, occasionally a Witness on his own initiative will decide to leave the way of truth. He may even make known his decision after the committee begins to look into his wrongdoing. . . . Then it will no longer be necessary for the elders to continue their investigation. (WT 7/1/84, p. 31) The implication is that he is a "wrongdoer" either because he is leaving, or more likely, because he is involved in some kind of sin. The December 15, 1984 WT added this barb in an effort to prevent Witnesses from learning too much: We have been forewarned that there will be apostates and people who just like to have their ears tickled. Counsel such as at 2 John 9-11, 1 Corinthians 5:11-13 and 2 Timothy 3:5 allows no room for associating with those who turn away from the truth. Nor do we purchase or read their writings. (p. 19) It became obvious that too many were still questioning the Watchtower, reading literature that exposed their past, or were talking to disfellowshiped relatives. So in the July 15, 1985 WT, the Governing Body applied the injunction in 2 John 10 (against antichrists) to those that disassociate themselves. No mention at all is made of the context of this passage (verse 7 tells us that these ones deny Christ as come in the flesh). Nevertheless, the penalty meant for true apostate teachers is now applied to ANYONE disassociating himself. The article is not specific as to whether this total shunning is to be carried out with relatives living in one's own home or not. Quoting from their AID book in reference to "apostates," they say, Such ones willfully abandoning the Christian congregation thereby become part of the "antichrist." (1 John 2:18,19) A person who had willfully and formally disassociated himself from the congregation would have matched that description. (p. 31) The Witnesses are then counseled not to even say a simple greeting to such ones, and to avoid having them in their houses at all. In the case of a married mate being an "apostate," there might be concessions made, though this is not indicated here. Still, some Witnesses continued to entertain doubts and talk about these in private. In November of 1985, the Watchtower warned its readers of "sharing in the sins of others." How might they do this? By failing to tell the elders of a fellow brother or sister who is a "wrongdoer." Since being a "wrongdoer" includes disagreeing with the Watchtower, members are encouraged to tattle on friends and relatives who hold to any variation from Watchtower doctrine. If they don't, then they share in the "apostate's" sin. (WT Nov. 15, 1985, p. 19,20) The Governing Body is taking the stand that those who reject any of the teachings of the 'mother' organization are 'apostasizing' from the true Christian faith. The March 15, 1986 issue of The Watchtower even provides the reader with visual aids, as it shows a picture of a JW demonstrating how to throw 'apostate' literature away as soon as it hits the mailbox. They say, Now, what will you do if you are confronted with apostate teaching-subtle reasonings-claiming that what you believe as one of Jehovah's Witnesses is not the truth? For example, what will you do if you receive a letter or some literature, open it and see right away that it is from an apostate? Will curiosity cause you to read it, just to see what he has to say? You may even reason: "It won't affect me; I'm too strong in the truth. And, besides, if we have the truth, we have nothing to fear. The truth will stand the test." In thinking this way, some have fed their minds upon apostate reasoning and have fallen prey to serious questioning and doubt. (p. 12) Therefore, resolve in your heart that you will never even touch the poison that apostates want you to sip. (p. 20) The Governing Body is cultivating in the minds of their followers an abject fear of any dissenters. They thereby hope to cause the Witnesses to run at the sight of anything that seriously challenges their authority. In the April 1, 1986 issue of The Watchtower, an effort is made to support their disfellowshiping of those who disagree in the slightest with Watchtower teaching. They accuse the clergy of having no authority because they are not able to agree on all matters of doctrine. Then they take Galatians 1:8,9 out of context in order to "prove" that the churches are teaching a different gospel than the apostle Paul, which is not true. They quote 1 Cor. 1:10 as an attempt to "prove" that the early church was not divided, but the context of the verse proves the opposite, since the Corinthians DID have a problem with divisions. Paul never actually says they settled the differences, either. Furthermore, the church was full of divisions over minor issues according to the Revelation of John (chapter 13). A key statement is then made: Approved association with Jehovah's Witnesses requires accepting the entire range of the true teachings of the Bible, including those Scriptural beliefs that are unique to Jehovah's Witnesses. What do such beliefs include? (p. 31) They then list the beliefs necessary: 1) Their view on the issue of God's sovereignty. 2) Jesus was a preexistent creature prior to his birth. 3) The Governing Body of Jehovah's Witnesses are the sole interpreters of the Bible. 4) Christ returned in 1914 and set up his kingdom in heaven. 5) 144,000 will go to heaven. 6) Armageddon is near, followed by the Paradise earth, where the rest of the Witnesses will live. The Governing Body is thusly confusing the issue, by painting a false picture of the New Testament church. The church was divided on many things, according to the New Testament. On the major doctrinal issues they agreed, though, such as the message of the gospel (1 Cor. 15:3,4), the incarnation of Christ (1 John 4:2; 2 John 7), and that he is the promised Messiah in the Jewish context (1 John 2:22,23). Later heresies would demand further clarifications of orthodoxy, such as the Deity of Christ, the means of salvation, etc. The orthodox churches today are in agreement on these issues. Furthermore, the Witnesses admit that, since 1918, they have been teaching a "new gospel not taught in centuries past," namely, the invisible return of Christ and setting up the kingdom in 1914 (WT 5/1/81, p.17). Therefore, they, not the churches, fall under the condemnation of Gal. 1:8,9 of preaching a different gospel, and a different Jesus (2 Cor. 11:4). As time goes on, we can expect the Watchtower to become even more paranoid regarding the questioning of their authority or doctrine. This is largely for two reasons: (1) there is an ever-increasing amount of information available that exposes their scholastic dishonesty, and (2) there is an ever-increasing number of dissenters who will not remain silent. Their only recourse (assuming they want to maintain their present absolute authority over their members) is to fortify the "Watchtower Curtain" against people defecting towards freedom. Please pray with us that this curtain will be lifted. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- reprinted from the Bethel Ministries Newsletter of Jan/Feb 1987 SIMON SAYS . . . Shun Your Own Family by Joe and Helen Ortega and Randy Watters "Simon says" is a game normally played by children; a kind of follow the leader. Sometimes, however, it is played by adults, with serious consequences. This article is about such consequences, as observed among Jehovah's Witnesses. It was not too long ago that this Newsletter ran two articles on disfellowshiping, so I apologize for any redundancy. Perhaps after reading the letters written to us in this issue, you will understand why there is a need for another article. There are some days I cannot hold back the tears when I read these letters and see the pain and suffering that so many are experiencing upon leaving the Watchtower. As we know, the Jehovah's Witness families of such ones are encouraged to treat them worse than a stranger. The outcast is to be shunned without an acknowledgment of their existence and the treatment is to be devoid of human courtesy and compassion. To those not familiar with the Watchtower organization, such treatment is shocking. Indeed, it is a far cry from the description Jesus gave on how to recognize his disciples. He said we would know them by their love (1 John 13:35). The following is an example of the treatment given to a man who resigned from the Watchtower Society when he realized they were not "the truth." His wife divorced him when he left the WT. She is still a Witness. He had a severe automobile accident and spent weeks in the hospital from extensive head injuries. He writes: My ex-wife never once let the children call to see how I was or even send me a card. Not one Jehovah's Witness ever came by or wrote a note to see how I was. However, I was blessed to have some good Christian friends call me and come by the hospital. Another letter is from a lady who was never a Jehovah's Witness. Her daughter became a Witness. The lady's "crime" was being a Christian and attending a Christian church. She writes these heartbreaking words: "She has stopped coming to see me and she will not bring my grandchildren either. Please tell me what I can do?" Still another letter states: "After I was disfellowshiped, my entire family would have nothing to do with me. I cannot see my daughter or her children. It has been 5 years." A man in Florida writes: "I have four daughters and I haven't seen them in three years. They are Jehovah's Witnesses." A young woman from Chicago wrote recently: It is hard for my children to understand why they cannot go to their grandmother's funeral. She died a Jehovah's Witness and the entire family are Witnesses. They were asked not to come because I was disfellowshiped. They really don't understand. Why does this so-called Bible-believing organization have such unscriptural and heartless rules that break up family ties? Let's reexamine their explanations from various Watchtower magazines. As far back as 1963 they said, [Disfellowshiping] serves as a powerful warning example to those in the congregation, since they will be able to see the disastrous consequences of ignoring Jehovah's laws. Paul said: "Reprove before all onlookers persons who practice sin, that the rest also may have fear."1 Tim. 5:20. (WT 7/1/63, p.411) While disfellowshiping for unrepentant gross sins is biblically proper (1 Cor. 5:13), the WT cuts off anyone who disagrees in the slightest with Watchtower policy or teaching; one of the many reasons they are recognized as a cult. (For a full treatment of the Scriptural reasons for disfellowshiping, see the March/June issues of this Newsletter.) To be disfellowshiped by the elders of the Watchtower (even over minor doctrinal issues) means being totally shunned by God as well: It is a great tragedy for one to be disfellowshiped. For this means a cutting off from Jehovah and his favor. The disfellowshiping action taken by the congregation is merely the confirmation of what has already taken place in the heavens. These visible agents of God [the elders] merely acknowledge what Jehovah has already done in heaven. (emphasis added) A disfellowshiped person is cut off from the congregation, and the congregation has nothing to do with him. Those in the congregation will not extend the hand of fellowship to this one, nor will they so much as say "Hello" or "Good-bye" to him. (ibid., p.411,412) [The members of the congregation] will not converse with such one or show him recognition in any way. If the disfellowshiped person attempts to talk to others in the congregation, they should walk away from him. In this way he will feel the full import of his sin. . . . the disfellowshiped person who wants to do what is right should inform any approaching him in innocence that he is disfellowshiped and they should not be conversing with him. (ibid., p.413; emphasis added) What about blood ties? The July 15, 1963 Watchtower (p. 443) goes into this question in detail. They consider the family who does not live under the same roof as well as the family who lives together. They insist if he does not live under the same roof, the only contact with him would be when absolutely necessary. Let's look at their words. Under the title, "Family Responsibility in Keeping Jehovah's Worship Pure" they refer to the relative not living in the home: What if a person cut off from God's congregation unexpectedly visits dedicated relatives? What should the Christian do then? If this is the first occurrence of such visit, the dedicated Christian can, if his conscience permits, carry on family courtesies on that particular occasion. However, if his conscience does not permit, he is under no obligation to do so. If courtesies are extended, though, the Christian should make it clear that this will not be made a regular practice. . . . The excommunicated relative should be made to realize that his visits are not now welcomed as they were previously when he was walking correctly with Jehovah. (WT 7/15/63, p.443,444) The Watchtower follows up with how to treat the disfellowshiped mate who is living under the same roof: If the excommunicated husband insists on offering prayer at mealtimes, the dedicated members of the household would not say "Amen" to the prayer, nor would they join hands as some have the custom, as this would be participating spiritually. They could bow their heads and offer their own silent prayer to Jehovah. (ibid., p.446) But wait! "New light" from Jehovah? Ten years later it seemed that God changed his attitude and rules regarding the cutoff ones and decided to show love and mercy to them. Note the August 1, 1974 Watchtower (p. 467) under the heading, "Maintaining a Balanced View Toward the Disfellowshiped One": Congregation elders, as well as individual members of a congregation, therefore, ought to guard against developing an attitude approaching that which some Jewish Rabbinical writers fomented towards Gentiles in viewing them as virtual enemies. It is right to hate the wrong committed by the disfellowshiped one, but it is not right to hate the person nor is it right to treat such ones in an inhumane way. (WT 8/1/74, p.467) . . . not "mixing in company" with a person, or treating such one as "a man of the nations," does not prevent us from being decent, courteous, considerate and humane. (ibid., p.468) Yet, even during this time of liberality, shunning (in the form of holding back one's affection) was practiced: . . . How, then, can parents carry out the injunction to discipline their children in harmony with God's Word when one of their children is disfellowshiped? They can still use God's Word or other publications that discuss the Bible in training the son or daughter, but they use these in a corrective manner, not as though having a spiritual `good time' with such a one in the way they could with the other children. How this is handled is for the parents to decide. This does not call for unkindness, but they do not accord such disfellowshiped son or daughter the same approved spiritual relationship granted the others. (ibid., p.470; emphasis added) One can only imagine how this "special treatment" affected such unfortunate children. Simon says . . . "Take a harder line." Reading the statements about being "courteous and humane" sounds as if God changed his mind and felt pity and compassion for the erring ones. Sadly, this was not the case. Jehovah, according to the Watchtower Society, went back to the "old light" as "new light." Once again the unloving, unfeeling hatred for those cutoff ones was brought back. The Jan. 1, 1983 Watchtower accused any who may be disfellowshiped (for whatever reason) of having a "truly bad heart" or pursuing a course of wickedness: It is to illustrate that if someone is disfellowshiped, he must at the time have had a truly bad heart and/or been determined to pursue a God-dishonoring course. Peter said that the condition of such a person is worse than before he became a Christian; he is like "a sow that was bathed but has gone back to rolling in the mire." (p.30) The Watchtower did reluctantly acknowledge that people are human. They continued: But human emotions and attachments can have a powerful effect, making it difficult for people to act in accord with the disfellowshiping decree if a relative is involved. (ibid., p.31) The attack continues with the example of a couple, one of which is disfellowshiped. When other Witnesses come to visit the couple, they must exercise caution, for . . . the expelled mate has proved that he is not the sort of person that we want to be around. . . So maybe a visit can be made when the disfellowshiped one is known to be out of the house. (ibid., p.31) While Jehovah's Witnesses would have you believe that those who are disfellowshiped are gross sinners who were rightfully disfellowshiped according to the Bible (1 Cor. 5:13; 2 John 9-11), the truth of the matter is, many of those disfellowshiped simply disagreed with some particular teaching of the organization. Raymond Franz, former member of the Watchtower's Governing Body in New York, writes: I know many persons who clearly evidence [a] concern [for truth], yet who are labeled as "apostates," "antichrists," "instruments of Satan." In case after case after case, the sole basis for such condemnation is that they could not honestly agree with all the organization's teaching or policies. (Crisis of Conscience, Atlanta: Commentary Press, 1983, p. 32) Franz describes disfellowshiping thusly: What must it mean to a mother, who has seen a baby daughter come forth from her own body, has nursed that baby, cared for it through illness, has trained the young girl through the formative years of life, living her problems with her, feeling her disappointments and sadnesses as if they were her own, shedding tears along with her tears-what must it mean to that mother to have her daughter, now an adult, suddenly reject her and do so simply because her mother sought to be true to her conscience and to God? What must it do to a father or mother to see a son or daughter marry and be told, for the same reason, that `it would be best if they did not appear at the wedding,' or know that a daughter has given birth to a child and be told that they should not come to see their grandchild? This is not imagination. Exactly those things are happening to many parents who have been associated with Jehovah's Witnesses. (ibid., p.33) Witnesses are currently instructed not to speak to anyone who may leave the organization, and are to avoid them like the plague. Those who have seen this attitude in practice could add that JWs usually avoid even making eye contact with such persons, and might even move out of the neighborhood. This has happened in some cases. It is all part of the attitude that they must "punish" those that leave, and this punishment is almost always of a psychological nature. Evil motives or wicked sins are automatically attributed to those who wish to disassociate. Notice the way the Watchtower automatically implies they are "wrongdoers": Or, as mentioned in John 6:66, occasionally a Witness on his own initiative will decide to leave the way of truth. He may even make known his decision after the committee begins to look into his wrongdoing. . . . Then it will no longer be necessary for the elders to continue their investigation. (WT 7/1/84, p. 31; emphasis added) The implication is that he is a "wrongdoer"; either because he is leaving, or more likely, because he is involved in some kind of sin. Simon Says . . . "Close Your Eyes" The December 15, 1984 WT added this barb in an effort to prevent Witnesses from learning too much: We have been forewarned that there will be apostates and people who just like to have their ears tickled. Counsel such as at 2 John 9-11, 1 Corinthians 5:11-13 and 2 Timothy 3:5 allows no room for associating with those who turn away from the truth. Nor do we purchase or read their writings. (p. 19) It became obvious that too many were still questioning the Watchtower, reading literature that exposed their past, or were talking to disfellowshiped relatives. So in the July 15, 1985 WT, the Governing Body applied the injunction in 2 John 10 (against antichrists) to those that disassociate themselves. No mention at all is made of the context of this passage (verse 7 tells us that these ones deny Christ as come in the flesh). Nevertheless, the penalty meant for true apostate teachers is now applied to ANYONE disassociating himself. The article is not specific as to whether this total shunning is to be carried out with relatives living in one's own home or not. Quoting from their AID book in reference to "apostates," they say, Such ones willfully abandoning the Christian congregation thereby become part of the "antichrist." (1 John 2:18,19) A person who had willfully and formally disassociated himself from the congregation would have matched that description.(p. 31) What Will "Simon" Say Next? With many court cases now in progress in various parts of the United States and Canada, it is hard to say exactly what will happen in the next couple of years. Most likely, the WT will continue to enforce a hard line against any communication with disfellowshiped friends or relatives. The reason is simple: The Witness will be asked to examine the history and cover-ups of the Watchtower organization, so as to reconsider their allegiance to the New York-based organization. Since an objective examination of the Watchtower organization virtually always leads to the Witness leaving, the Governing Body wants to prevent this at all costs. To lose their followers is to lose their power. If "Simon said" then, who would jump?

Strange Laws that don't make sense...? Alabama In Jasper, it is illegal for a husband to beat his wife with a stick larger in diameter than his thumb. It is illegal to wear a fake mustache that causes laughter in church. It is illegal for a driver to be blindfolded while operating a vehicle. It is illegal to play Dominos on Sunday. Putting salt on a railroad track may be punishable by death. Alaska In Fairbanks, it is illegal to feed alcoholic beverages to a moose. While it is legal to shoot bears, waking sleeping bear for the purpose of taking a photograph is prohibited. Arizona In Tucson, it is illegal for women to wear pants. In Globe, it is illegal to play cards in the street with a Native American. In Glendale, it is illegal to drive a car in reverse. In Nogales, it is illegal to wear suspenders. Arkansas A man can legally beat his wife, but not more than once a month. In Fayetteville, it is illegal to kill “any living creature”. Flirtation between men and women on the streets of Little Rock may result in a 30-Day jail term. California Animals are banned from mating publicly within 1,500 feet of a tavern, school, or place of worship. Women may not drive in a house coat. In Pacific Groove, “molesting” butterflies can result in a $500 fine. It is illegal to set a mousetrap without a hunting license. In San Francisco, it is illegal to wipe one’s car with used underwear. It is a misdemeanor to shoot at any kind of game from a moving vehicle, unless the target is a whale. Colorado In Logan County, it is illegal for a man to kiss a woman while she is asleep. Connecticut It is illegal to dispose used razor blades. In New Britain, the speed limit for fire trucks is 25 m.p.h. even when going to a fire. In Hartford, it is illegal for a man to kiss his wife on Sunday. Delaware It is illegal to fly over any body of water, unless one is carrying sufficient supplies of food and drink. Florida If an elephant is left tied to a parking meter, the parking fee has to be paid just as it would for a vehicle. In Miami, it is illegal for a man to wear any kind of strapless gown. Unmarried women who parachute on Sundays may be jailed. When having sex, only the missionary position is legal. In Sarasota, it is illegal to sing while wearing a bathing suit. Georgia While Georgia operates its own lottery, it “protects” its citizens by making it illegal to promote a private lottery. Members of the state assembly cannot be ticketed for speeding while the state assembly is in session. Donkeys may not be kept in bathtubs. No one may carry an ice cream cone in their back pocket on Sunday. Hawaii It is illegal to appear in public wearing only swimming trunks. It is illegal to own a mongoose without a permit. Idaho You may not fish on a camel’s back. Illinois In Chicago, it is illegal to take a French poodle to the opera. According to state law, it is illegal to speak English. The officially recognized language is “American”. Indiana Monkeys are forbidden to smoke cigarettes in South Bend. It is illegal for a liquor store to sell cold soft drinks. Iowa State law forbids any establishment from charging admission to see a one-armed piano player. In Fort Madison, firemen are required to practice for 15 minutes before attending a fire. Kansas Prohibits shooting rabbits from a motorboat. Kentucky It is illegal to remarry the same man four times. Louisiana In New Orleans, fire trucks are required by law to stop at all red lights. It is considered “simple assault” to bite someone in New Orleans; it is “aggravated assault” if the biter has false teeth. It is against the law to gargle in public. It is illegal to rob a bank and then shoot at the bank teller with a water pistol. Maine In Waterville, it is illegal to blow one’s nose in public. Maryland In Halethorpe, it is illegal to kiss for more than one second. Massachusetts In Salem, even married couples are forbidden from sleeping in the nude in rented rooms. It is illegal to wear a goatee without a license. In Boston, it is illegal to take a bath unless one has been ordered by a physician to do so. In 1659, the state outlawed Christmas. Michigan In Clawson, it is legal for a farmer to “sleep with his pigs, cows, horses, goats, and chickens.” A state law stipulates that a woman’s hair legally belongs to her husband. In Detroit, it is illegal to make love in a car unless it is parked on your property. You may not swear in front of women and children in the state of Michigan. In Port Huron, the speed limit for ambulances in 20 m.p.h. Under state law, dentists are officially classified as “mechanics.” Minnesota Women may face up to 30 days in jail if they impersonate Santa Claus. In Minneapolis, double-parkers can be put on a chain gang. Every man in Brainerd is required by law to grow a beard. It’s illegal to tease skunks. Mississippi I

Question about the Navajo Treaty of 1868....In New Mexico History? I am having a little trouble understanding a few of the articles out of the 13, from the Navajo Treaty. Can anyone maybe explain them sorta of more simple but short? that would be great!! thanks! ARTICLE 8. In lieu of all sums of money or other annuities provided to be paid to the Indians herein named under any treaty or treaties heretofore made, the United States agrees to deliver at the agency house on the reservation herein named, on the first day of September of each year for ten years, the following articles, to wit: Such articles of clothing, goods, or raw materials in lieu thereof, as the agent may make his estimate for, not exceeding in value five dollars per Indian--each Indian being encouraged to manufacture their own clothing, blankets, etc.; to be furnished with no article which they can manufacture themselves. And, in order that the Commissioner of Indian Affairs may be able to estimate properly for the articles herein named, it shall be the duty of the agent each year to forward to him a full and exact census of the Indians, on which the estimate for year to year can be based. Army officer to attend delivery of goods. And in addition to the articles herein named, the sum of ten dollars for each person entitled to the beneficial effects of this treaty shall be annually appropriated for a period of ten years, for each person who engages in farming or mechanical pursuits, to be used by the Commissioner of Indian Affairs, in the purchase of such articles as from time to time the condition and necessities of the Indians may indicate to be proper; and if within the ten years at any time it shall appear that the amount of money needed for clothing, under the article, can be appropriated to better uses for the Indians named herein, the Commissioner of Indian Affairs may change the appropriation to other purposes, but in no event shall the amount of this appropriation be withdrawn or discontinued for the period named, provided they remain at peace. And the President shall annually detail an officer of the army to be present and attest the delivery of all the goods herein named to the Indians, and he shall inspect and report on the quantity and quality of the goods and the manner of their delivery. ARTICLE 10. No future treaty for the cession of any portion or part of the reservation herein described, which may be held in common, shall be of any validity or force against said Indians unless agreed to and executed by at least three-fourths of all the adult male Indians occupying or interested in the same; and no cession by the tribe shall be understood or construed in such manner as to deprive, without his consent, any individual member of the tribe of his rights to any tract of land selected by him provided in article 5 of this treaty. ARTICLE 11. The Navajos also hereby agree that at any time after the signing of these presents they will proceed in such manner as may be required of them by the agent, or by the officer charged with their removal, to the reservation herein provided for, the United States paying for their subsistence en route, and providing a reasonable amount of transportation for the sick and feeble. ARTICLE 12. It is further agreed by and between the parties to this agreement that the sum of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars appropriated or to be appropriated shall be disbursed as follows, subject to any condition provided in the law, to wit: 1st. The actual cost of the removal of the tribe from the Bosque Redondo reservation to the reservation, say fifty thousand dollars. 2d. The purchase of fifteen thousand sheep and goats, at a cost not to exceed thirty thousand dollars. 3d. The purchase of five hundred beef cattle and a million pounds of corn, to be collected and held at the military post nearest the reservation, subject to the orders of the agent, for the relief of the needy furing the coming winter. 4th. The balance, if any, of the appropriation to be invested for the maintenance of the Indians pending their removal, in such manner as the agent who is with them may determine. 5th. The removal of this tribe to be made under the supreme control and direction of the miltary commander of the Territory of New Mexico, and when completed, the management of the tribe to revert to the proper agent. ARTICLE 13. The tribe herein named, by their representatives, parties to this treaty, agree to make the reservation herein described their permanent home, and they will not as a tribe make any permanent settlement elsewhere, reserving the right to hunt on the lands adjoining the said reservation formerly called theirs, subject to the modifications named in this treaty and the orders of the commander or the department in which said reservation may be for the time being; and it is further agreed and understood by the parties to this treaty, that if any Navajo Indian or Indians shall leave the

whaty do u think of this story? C’est La Vie! Dear Reader(s), I have dreamed this magical story filled with powerful magic, romance, comedy & an unsure girl who becomes the greatest hero of all times! So. . . I must also warn you that this story is also filled with dark magic and a dreadful and cursing prophecy. And yes I really did dream this dream; I was so crazy about when I was having this fantasy told to me through my dreams! Now the most important thing I must tell you . . . you must think that dreams are nothing but escapes from the horrible world, right? Wrong. Dreams are not only goals to achieve but also to referrer back to the past. Now I leave you in this state to chose to read this or not (but if not you’re missing a heck of a story!)C’est La vie! Sincerely, Diane Alatorre Our story starts in an apartment house of 3 living people. . . “Mom . . . can I go running? Please,” Dianne said. ”No,” she said. “Why not! Come on! Please,” Dianne yelled! “Fine. Go, but be home by 6!” she said, as Dianne ran out of the house. Now, you must know that Dianne is a track runner and she needs to practice. And the person she is talking to is her mom! All seemed all good until Dianne came to a forest . . . “Ummm. . . I want to go exploring, running is boring when you’ve been there all ready,” Dianne thought! “What’s this,” she thought? “There’s a main trail back to the house but . . . now that wouldn’t be fun,” she thought! Thus, Dianne took the other forest trail, but the main one would have took her back home and all well. But she chooses the trail that had a map of the trail and when the red chalk fades away . . . well we don’t know! As Dianne is running, someone is watching her run so fast that this watcher is bewildered! “This is so cool! All the trees look like they are so old,” she said! Soon Dianne hears some cracking by some trees, she runs faster, and then an old, brown-looking tree root is moving towards her, but she doesn’t notice it and soon enough she fell down and she yells!”Ooph!” “Oh my god! I can’t get this thing off me,” Dianne yelled! The root is crunching her ankle and Dianne looks up and sees a black carriage coming towards her and behind it a pack of bears! By now the creature (or as Dianne says it a “thingy”) is coming out of the carriage and is now by her, holding a black needle! The next thing she sees is a boy jump out on between her and the black creature (and if you must know Dianne thinks he is hot)! And behind him is also a pack of wolves! The wolves decoy the creature and the bears. “Are you okay? When I release you, you must not stop and run towards where you came from. And don’t come back! Ever,” he said! “What,” Dianne said puzzled?? “#$@%&*%$#,” he said! And then there was a white shining light from his hand that somehow let the root to break away from Dianne’s ankle! Stupid Dianne shoots out not even thinking where she is going and she runs the opposite way!! And not once she looked back! (At least she did something right!)And she left the hot guy, the wolves, the bears and the creature. (She was happy to leave the bears and the creature, but not the guy and the wolves! Sad Dianne!) All she did was find a corner covered by tree branches and she put her knees up to her chin and waited there until she fell asleep. Okay I’m thinking” why would she run the other way!?” well out of confusing she ran because who wouldn’t run when a shadow “thingy” comes towards you and the “hot” guy says weird words! Gosh give her a break! “Hey! Wake up! Why did you run the other way, dumb-butt?” the guy said, after he found her due to a long search for her! He shooked her. Dianne woke up. “What,” Dianne said?? All of a sudden a rush of questions filled her and soon she was bursting them out of her mouth like a shot gun. “Who’s that creature? What’s the black needle? Why is he a shadow instead of human? What are the words you said that made that white puffy light?? And who are you,” Dianne yelled!? There was an awkward silence until the guy said,” You know too much.” “Wha. . .,” Dianne said but she didn’t finish her statement due to him piercing her neck and falling unconscious. Dianne fell in to the guys arms.” Someone emerged from the hidden bushes. Why did you do that Prince Damien,” his advisor said? “Because Tor if you must know I don’t want another innocent person getting hurt by something that they didn’t even do,” Damien said! “So . . . what are you going to do now,” Tor asked? “I’m going to go deep into the forest and lock her up with my magic forever,” Damien said humorously! “What! No you can’t do that not at this time . . .,” Tor yelled! “Relax. I won’t do that! All I’m going to do is return her to her place and she won’t even remember a thing,” Damien said. “Fine. But I don’t want to catch you wondering around the forest . . . or the human world!” Yes you are excited and yes he is a Prince (or shall I say Prince Damien!). And Tor is like his special buddy to like help him out on important stuff like . . . now! And both Dianne and Prince Damien set out for their “small” journey back home to the “human” world. . . “Soren,” Damien called! An old grey white wolf appeared and bowed. “Yes.” “We must hurry and get to the human world at once and bring 12 of our bravest fellows.” “Yes, Prince.” As Soren came back with 12 other wolves and a knapsack, they were ready to set off. “Good-Bye Prince! Hurry back and be home, our people need you,” Tor yelled! And the Prince merely waved backed and smiled. Once they were deep into the forest Damien spoke his first word since they left. “Soren I must tell you because I hate lying to you and I trust you enough to keep a white lie. We are not going to take this girl home . . . well we are but not the way we planned it,” said Damien. Soren kept quiet. “There are 2 ways to get to the human world, the one we have chose is a shorter version of the one I plan on taking,” Damien explained. “And why are we doing this, taking the longer trail,” Soren asked? “When, I saw this girl enter the forest, man she ran so fast I could hardly keep my eyes on her! Well I dunno, but when I touched her ankle something happened, Soren I saw this light that shined so brightly that it hurt and it was gone. It was similar to our magic, Soren,” Damien said. “That can’t be true. The only person outside our world with the same power as us is . . . ,” Soren said bewildered. “Yes. Our princess and the prophecy have finally come. I think,” Damien said. “And if she is I want to earn her trust and if she isn’t we shall still take the trail and erase her memories at the end. Simple as that,” said Damien. “Okay, Prince but I must warn you; you are endangering us and the girl.” ”Don’t worry, we have our finest warriors with us after all and our power,” Damien said proudly! “Yes, Prince.” And they rode down until sunset where they started to look for a place to rest for the night. “Prince huff, huff I found a huff perfect place to huff to rest,” said one of the wolves. “Lead us towards it,” Damien said. And they followed the wolf to an area with thick trees surrounding a circle of flat ground. Once they got there every one of the 12 wolves was busy preparing the area. Removing logs, gathering twigs, building a fire, and preparing the food. Damien got off of the horse and left Dianne on and led the horse to a stream near by. “Man I hope this is the girl. My people have suffered through many unforgivable events and still they refuse to leave our kingdom,” Damien said to himself. By the time he and Dianne got back to the area, everything was cleaned and it hardly looks like they were sleeping outside! The fire was a brilliant color of a mixture of reds, yellows, and oranges. The food smelled like they where cooking up a feast! But the only thing Prince Damien wanted to was to wait ‘til he found out if Dianne was the girl. So Prince Damien didn’t eat and he went to sleep with Dianne in his arms. Dianne woke up to the sun shining in her eyes. She also notices that there are arms across her waist and she panics. “What happened!? How did I get here? And who are these arms around me,” Dianne asks quietly to herself. She slowly turns around to see Damien sleeping like a baby and Dianne turns around and looks around. She saw the same old wolf she did last time. . .” What time is it,” Dianne yells, but a silent yell! Dianne managed to get 3 large logs and puts them in Prince Damien arms and crawls until she sees the wolves surrounding the only way out of here! All 12 wolves are in a little circle all together and Dianne is tip toeing out of there with every little space where a tail or a head isn’t in the way, and she toke her last step then finally she gets to the other side! ”Yes!” Dianne yells a little too loudly! Oops! And Dianne giggles and runs into a slow jog away from Damien and the wolves (again)! Dianne soon finds out that she doesn’t know the heck where she is going! “How do I get out of this place? Somebody help me,” yelled Dianne!! And an unexpected someone answers! “I will help you little girl,” said someone in the trees. And Dianne is suddenly pushed up against a tree and she sees the creature is holding her against the tree!! She yells,” Help! Aahhhhhh!!” And back at the camp site Damien woke up faster then ever and woke every one up and he ran to Dianne! The shadow is now away from her talking but she is still trapped by a branch that he somehow put around her! “He keeps on blabbing on and on about this prophecy and I really don’t care! How did I get involved in this?” “How’s it like that you die at once when I put this needle into your neck, princess?” He said. He was now up by her shoulders. “What? Princess? I’m no princess!?” Damien saw Dianne in plain view and he was running towards here when he fell down. “Who did that?” “Sir, don’t be alarm. We must wait now,” Soren said. “Wait! Are you kidding me? I have to save her!” Damien gripped! Soren was mad now. “If you really want to know if she is the princess then she will show her powers when she is helpless! You wanted to know and heres your chance. Just wait,” Soren said angrily! And so they moved to a tree to watch Dianne to “show” these powers of hers. “So how’s about it, princess, want to die at the touch of this needle,” he asked again? “What! Nooo,” Dianne yelled! But it was too late he was reaching for her with that needle and well Dianne didn’t know what happened but she said some weird words like Prince Damien said and there was a white light that came out of her hand (just like Damien’s) and the shadow was on its knees! Then the shadow said some weird words too and Dianne went flying and hit the tree with her back and she went unconscious. But before that she remembered that the shadow left and that Damien was there to break her fall to the ground. And Dianne reveled her true form and releasing her powerful powers and putting herself in Damien’s head that she is the princess they have been looking for has arrived. When Dianne woke up she thought she would be in Damien’s arms once again but instead she was leaning on a tree and she saw a change of clothes that shined with gold and beads of silver also a arrow pointing to a hot spring and there was a letter from Damien:” Take a bathe, and I brought a pair of clothing for you too and after I’ll be waiting outside. – P.Damien” Dianne had not noticed that were was a tent that was covering the hot spring. “Might as well” Dianne said.” I reek of tree moss and I small like none other!” So Dianne peeked inside and to her eyes this hot spring was so amazing! Steam rose up from the hot water, the water was so clear; you could look at it as a mirror instead of a pool of hot water! While Dianne was in the hot spring, someone came in. It was one of the wolves? “Who’s there?” “Don’t worry it’s only me,” the wolf said. The wolf went over to Dianne and lied next to Dianne (not in the water!) “It got so boring out there; all they ever talk about is who runs the fastest or who catches the most hunt of the day! I’m so sick of it, so I came in here to get away from their “boy” talk. Do you mind?” said the wolf. “Wait . . . you’re a girl?” Dianne asked. “Well, duh. I would kill myself if I was too be compared to those boo-zoos out there,” she said. “Sorry. I almost forgot to tell you my name. I’m Skylaeth.” she said. Then too get away from the boy talk Dianne and Skylaeth talked about girl things. Like hair or fur for Skylaeth, and the life at the palace (Skylaeth again!)”Wow! I haven’t talked like this in such a long time,” Skylaeth said! Then Dianne remembered the note ‘P. Damien’ left for her! “Oh. I have to hurry ‘P.Damien’ said he was waiting for me outside! I probably took so long he went to sleep,” said Dianne in a hurry! Skylaeth watched as she got dressed and fixed her hair faster than any girl (or wolf) in her life! “Who’s P. Damien, Skylaeth?” Dianne asked. Skylaeth looked at her in such a dumb look, Dianne stopped and asked what. “Don’t you mean Prince Damien?” Skylaeth answered. As Dianne was leaving she didn’t here her answer, but once she ran out she bumped into someone or . . . something. Dianne had a flashback of her attack earlier that day and she saw that awful shadow gripping the needle close to her neck and saying,’ How’s about it princess want to die?’ Remembering the shadow that attacked her, she let out a gasp and she let out a little scream when the “thing” grab her wrist and struggled to settle her down. Skylaeth came running and she stopped instantly when she saw who it was. “Sorry, sir.” She said and backed off. Dianne was surprised and she too turned her head and she also saw who it was. The (hot) guy that saved her 2 times! Prince Damien. “Well, you can show such weird entrances huh Dianne?” he said. Dianne was blushing by now. “Sorry. I thought you were that ugly shadow that had me earlier.” Damien surprised said,” Don’t worry you don’t have to worry about him no more.” Dianne didn’t say another word out of embarrassment. She followed him to a small tent and she went inside and saw a table (set for two) with a pot steaming. Dianne forgot that she didn’t eat for 2 days! And once she saw that pot steaming she went crazy! She sat herself and started eating!! Damien startled said, “Ummm . . . you can eat after you answer some questions, okay?” As he took her hands and motioned them away from the bowl of stew. Damien motioned Dianne to the other chair without any food inside the bowl! And he moved the bowl in Dianne’s former chair so that he could sit. Dianne just sat there embarrassed. “As I was saying, you can eat after you answer some questions, okay,” Damien said. “Okay.” Dianne answered. There was a long and heavy silence. “Is he going to ask me questions or not. Because I have a few of my questions too!” Dianne thought to herself. Dianne was the first to speak. “Who are you,” she asked? Damien looked up and said, “I’m Prince Damien.” Dianne’s mouth went open! “A Prince, a prince!! He’s a Prince!” She said in her mind! “Dianne we can’t waste time . . .,” he said. “Wait! How do you know me and I don’t even know you,” she asked, interrupting him. Damien looked at her with a straight face, “You said your name while you were sleeping.” “Oh,” Dianne said embarrassed. Dianne remembered that her family and even friends tell her that she sleep talks. She blushed. “Dianne as I was saying, we can’t waste time we have to learn what makes your power appear.” Damien said. “What. I have no powers.” Dianne said. “Oh yes you do. Do you remember what happened before you went unconscious,” he asked? Dianne sat there and thinked about what happened earlier. “I remember the tree . . . the shadow guy, and then I saw this pretty bright light came from no where.” She answered. “And do you know where the light came from, Dianne,” he asked? “Ummm... from the tree?” Damien chuckled. “No. Dianne the light came from you.” “No. It couldn’t have come from me. I probably farted or something because something made you see things!” Dianne said. Damien was laughing now and he let it out! “Ha, ha, ha, ha! No, Dianne. I’m sure it came from you. Ha-ha!” He laughed! “What! It wasn’t me!” Dianne said! “Okay, Dianne, then I’ll show you,” Damien said as he got up and went over to Dianne and went behind her and reached down to her left hand. “Now think what you where feeling when the shadow came close to you.” “Like emotions?” Dianne asked. “Yes. I need you to feel like that the way you were and just let it out but with your power.” “I don’t know if I can.” She said in despair. “Just try for me.” Damien said. Dianne blushed. “okay.” She answered. Dianne was scared and felted lonely, cold, and hopeless when she made contact with the shadow. Dianne was now filled with all her bad emotions, she was thinking of past memories and then she started to cry. “I’m ready,” she said. “Okay. Now just let it all out in our hand.” Damien said. There was a moment of silence and Damien was staring at Dianne’s hand when he saw a little blink and it was gone. Damien turned so that he was facing Dianne. Her face was all scrunched up and her eyes were closed and she had a tear. Damien laughed so loud that the wolves outside could hear it clearly. “HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!!!!!!” He laughed. Dianne loosened her face and saw Damien laughing. “What! Did I do it?” she asked? Damien shook his head but he was still laughing. “All that came out of you was… peek!” Damien said as he put out one of his hands and the other hand, he made a finger go in the middle of the first and he said peek again! And he kept laughing and Dianne sat there looking at Damien trying not to laugh and then she got mad and she ran out of the tent. Damien saw her and he went running after her. “Wait! Dianne! I didn’t mean it!” he yelled. “NO! If you really didn’t mean anything by it then you wouldn’t be laughing for 5 minutes nonstop!” Dianne yelled. Dianne fell to the ground and put her hands to her face and started to cry. Damien finally cached up to her and he kneeled next to her. “I’m sorry, Dianne. I really didn’t mean it, I swear.” Damien said apologizing. “How am I supposed to be this great hero if I can’t even show my power? I can’t do this! How did I even get mixed up in this mess?” Dianne said to Damien crying. Damien pulled her closer and he put his hand over her hair and rubbed it over and over again. “It’s okay. We will learn soon and you will master your power.” Damien said. “Dianne. Dianne? Dianne, hello?” he said. He pulled her away from him but still his arms around her and he saw that she had fallen asleep. Damien carried her back to the camp area and he and Dianne went to sleep. Yes, a lot has happened. Let’s get a run down of what happened! Meet Skylaeth, had dinner with Damien, tried to show her power and failed! Also had an argument and got it resolved! Dianne woke up next to a tree leaning into it. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw Damien Packing the white horse that they left on and he saw her looking at him and he walked over to her. “Are you ready? We are leaving soon,” Damien said. “Oh. Yes I’m ready,” Dianne said as she got up and dusted off her skirt. Dianne walked slowly over to the horse and she still remembered what happened last night. Dianne hopped on the horse and Damien took the harness and led the horse. They rode in a heavy and awkward silence. Both of them wanted to speak something to each other but they didn’t know what to say. It was almost mid-noon since they left and Dianne grew tired and fell asleep. And then Soren broke the silence. “Prince Damien can I ask you something?” he asked. Damien looked at Soren for a moment. “Sure.” Damien answered. “What are we going to do now?” Soren asked. “What?” Damien said bewildered. “About the girl. We know that she is the princess but what do we do now?” Soren asked. Damien didn’t answer for a long time and then he said, “I dunno, Soren. If we bring her back to the palace, what are we going to tell everyone? And if we do we have to train her and all the fame she will have she won’t even have a second to train.” Damien answered. “It’s like we have to hide her until the battle and that won’t be right.” He added. Then all of a sudden the horse whined and went on 2 legs and throw Dianne in the air and she woke up and screamed!! Damien ran to catch her and he made it in the nick of time. Dianne opened her eyes and saw Damien holding her. “Are you okay?’ he asked. “Uh… yea. Thanks,” Dianne answered. And she suddenly got off of Damien and started to walk to the horse to calm him down. Damien just stayed there thinking to himself. “Why did the horse get all jumpy all of a sudden? Did something scare him?” Damien asked himself. Then in the corner of his eye he saw something swear in the bushes. The shadow. He turned towards Dianne. “Dianne get away from the bushes!” Dianne turned and then Damien saw something snatch her up and carried her off. “Soren! Hurry up and get the wolves. Dianne’s in trouble!” he yelled. Soren got the wolves and while he was doing that Damien ran as fast as he could to catch up with Dianne and the Shadow. Dianne didn’t know what grabbed her but she was afraid. “Are you ready princess?” someone asked. Then she remembered that gloomy and eerily voice that threatened her last time. She knew who grabbed her, the shadow. Then Dianne was thrust against a tree. The shadow had put his arm against her neck and Dianne was grasping for air. Damien was still running towards Dianne & the shadow. “So this time princes I won’t let down my guard.” He said. And then he took her left hand and put it behind her back. “Are you ready princesss?” He hissed. “Nooo! Stop, Please!” Dianne yelled. But like last time the shadow took his time with the needle, but this time he took out the needle and he didn’t say anything. And quickly put the needle by Dianne’s neck and then he saw Damien and he pierced Dianne and the shadow retreated and Dianne fell to the ground paralyzed. Damien finally caught up and saw Dianne paralyzed. He kneeled next to her. Dianne’s eyes were closed. “No-no, no. Dianne wake up .Come on wake up.” Damien said as he lightly slapped Dianne’s cheeks and lifting her up to put her up against the tree. Soren came along and he also saw what had happened. Soren came closer to Dianne and he picked up Dianne’s hand and licked it. “She is not dead, Prince Damien.” Soren said. “Really? Most people die right after they are poked with the shadow’s deadly needle.” Damien said. “She must be strong … or her magic protected her just a little for a possibly that she may survive.” He said. Damien looked down at Dianne. “I know one thing for sure that she has to get back home. Damien said. “Then I shall erase her memories and I shall only leave her dreams of this journey and if she ever comes back . . . well then she will come back of only curiosity and wanting to find out what these dreams mean. And if she does go father than we are now then we shall start from there.” Damien added. Then he picked up Dianne and got on the white horse. And he and the wolves rode on in silence. But instead of following though on the long trail Damien cut through some trees and bushes and found the short trail. “Is she going to be okay?” Skylaeth asked Soren. “If we get her back to the human world in time, then maybe if the rumors are true that they have better medical treatments than us then she shall live. This needle poke is deadly to us and to the human world it is like… a simple cold.” Soren answered while Prince Damien wasn’t paying attention. When they finally reached the end of the forest trail or where Dianne first runs in, Damien stops the horse and he’s preparing to erase Dianne’s memories. As Damien looked down at Dianne he saw that she was all tense and at that moment Damien said the same weird words again, “@#$%$&*$#@$.” The same white light came out of he’s hand and then after a moment Dianne was sleeping but still hurting inside. “Skylaeth, you and her were good friends?” he asked. “Yes sir. What of it?” Skylaeth said. “I want you to stay with Dianne for a few days just to make sure that nothing happens.” He said. “Okay sir, but I’m a wolf and in the human world they don’t see wolves just anywhere.” Skylaeth said. “True only if there was a way to like hide you... we could change you into a dog Skylaeth is all right?” Damien asked. “Anything for Dianne.” She said. “Good.” Damien said and at that moment he said the same weird words and then Skylaeth transformed from a shiny grey wolf to a bright red fur colored dog. Her beautiful grey fur changed into a glossy red fur and it shined in the sunlight. “Ready, Skylaeth?” Damien asked. “Only I and Skylaeth can go into the human world, sorry guys.” He added. “Okay, Prince Damien, but please be careful.” Soren said as he and the other 11 wolves bowed as they crossed over to the other side. “Ummm… do we know where she lives Prince Damien?” Skylaeth asked. Damien slapped his face and said, “No. Dam.

There's no evidence that banning guns cuts crime(WHAT DO YOU THINK)? John R. Lott Jr. is a senior research scientist at the University of Maryland Philadelphia had 406 homicides in 2007, and, at 28 per 100,000 people, it also had the highest murder rate of any major city in the United States. No wonder Philadelphians want things done. Recently, the city focused on a new tragedy, the murder of a 12-year police veteran and father of three, Sgt. Stephen Liczbinski, by three bank robbers with long, violent criminal records. To Gov. Rendell, Mayor Nutter, Police Commissioner Charles Ramsey, and freshman U.S. Rep. Joe Sestak, the solution is simple: more gun control. After pushes failed for new state and local laws, last Thursday these four politicians announced that the solution to Philadelphia's problems was re-enacting the Federal Assault Weapons Ban. They focused on the Chinese SKS rifle used to shoot Liczbinski five times. Rendell claims that "the only people who should have weapons like this is the police and the military." Some are calling the SKS an "assault weapon," although it is not so defined in any federal law and is not banned as such. And although the phrase assault weapon conjures up images of the rapid-fire machine guns used by the military, the SKS rifle is not a machine gun, instead functioning the same way as any semiautomatic hunting rifle. It fires a bullet similar to (indeed, slightly less powerful than) those fired from deer-hunting rifles, with the exact same rapidity. This debate might make more sense if there were some evidence that the Federal Assault Weapons Ban lowered crime rates, but all the published academic studies by criminologists and economists find that neither the initial ban in 1994 nor its sun-setting in 2004 changed rates of murder or other violent crimes. Similarly, there is no evidence that state bans have mattered. For example, a report for the National Institute of Justice by Christopher Koper, Daniel Woods and Jeffrey Roth at the University of Pennsylvania's Jerry Lee Center of Criminology studied the first nine years of the federal ban and found that "we cannot clearly credit the ban with any of the nation's recent drop in gun violence. And, indeed, there has been no discernible reduction in the lethality and injuriousness of gun violence." They note that "the gun-ban provision targets a relatively small number of weapons based on outward features or accessories that have little to do with the weapons' operation." Even gun control groups realize that the presence or absence of such laws make little difference. Before the federal law sunset, a representative for the Violence Policy Center, a gun control group, said that "if the existing assault-weapons ban expires, I personally do not believe it will make one whit of difference one way or another in terms of our objective, which is reducing death and injury and getting a particularly lethal class of firearms off the streets." The center argued that the law involved only "minor changes in appearance." Indeed, the U.S. murder rate was 5.7 per 100,000 people in 2003, the last full year before the law sunset. It was still 5.7 in 2006. Over the same period, the rate of violent crimes fell slightly. In the 43 states without their own assault-weapons bans, the murder rates fell, while they rose in the seven states with such bans. Violent-crime rates fell more quickly in the 43 without bans than in the seven states with them. Yet it always seems easier for politicians to blame the lack of gun control rather than focusing on their own responsibilities. When Washington and Chicago experienced explosions in murder and violent crime after banning handguns, leaders there did not blame their bans, but rather they blamed the rest of the country that had not also adopted stricter regulations. Ultimately, however, is it really surprising that Philadelphia's murder rates have risen while its arrest rates have fallen? Former state House Speaker John Perzel proposed a different approach (an approach Rendell opposes) to fix Philadelphia's low and falling arrest rates. Perzel's solution? Help Philadelphia hire more police. If politicians are unwilling to spend more money on police or to make the police force work more effectively, there is another solution: Encourage law-abiding citizens to defend themselves. One possibility is to eliminate fees for poor law-abiding people, those who are the most vulnerable victims of crime, to obtain concealed-handgun permits. If the government isn't going to protect people, why charge them for the opportunity to defend themselves? Research by David Mustard at the University of Georgia also found that more concealed-handgun permits reduce the number of criminals with guns and thus reduce violence against police officers. Obsessing on gun control proposals distracts from doing what works. At some point it should be obvious to everyone, even politicians, that all the hype about "assault weapons" is just wrong. I agree that when you take guns away from responsibility of owners all your doing is making the criminal job easer. The money that is wasted on gun control can be used to hire more cops and make the gun laws tougher against criminals.

Obama's elitist remarks vs. small town folks will seal his defeat?shows his character? am I correct in worries about Obama's liberal elitist aloof thinking and his being detached from realities of majority of American citizens due to recent UNFAIR REMARKS he said in San Francisco? Are those ideas of Obama proof that his candidacy is doomed, or weakened even more now? are my assessments correct? Are the following 12 reasons sufficient proof for Democrats to rally behind Hillary Clinton, or for Americans to choose McCain over this out-of-touch politico Obama? A Clinton comeback was looking far-fetched. But operatives in both parties were buzzing about that possibility Saturday following the revelation that Sen. Barack Obama (D-Ill.) told wealthy San Franciscans that small-town Pennsylvanians and Midwesterners “cling to guns or religion” because they are “bitter” about their economic status. ADVERTISEMENT Obama at first dug in on that contention Friday after audio of the private fundraiser was posted by The Huffington Post. Altering course, on Saturday in Muncie, Ind., he conceded that he “didn’t say it as well as I should have.” And he told the Winston-Salem (N.C.) Journal that “obviously, if I worded things in a way that made people offended, I deeply regret that. ... The underlying truth of what I said remains, which is simply that people who have seen their way of life upended because of economic distress are frustrated and rightfully so." Here is what he said April 6, referring to people living in areas hit by job losses: “[I]t’s not surprising, then, that they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.” The Obama campaign contends that coverage of the San Francisco remarks is overheated and distorted. One aide said that “any logical analysis” would make it obvious that the brouhaha will not “change the pledged delegate count” — the key to the Democratic presidential nomination. In fact, this is a potential turning point for Obama’s campaign — an episode that could be even more damaging than the attention to remarks by his minister, the Rev. Jeremiah Wright, since this time the controversial words came out of his own mouth. Here are a dozen reasons why: 1. It lets Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton (D-N.Y.) off the mat at a time when even some of her top supporters had begun to despair about her prospects. Clinton hit back hard on the campaign trail Saturday. And her campaign held a conference call where former Iowa Gov. Tom Vilsack, a Pittsburgh native, described Obama’s remarks as “condescending and disappointing” and “undercutting his message of hope.” 2. If you are going to say something that makes you sound like a clueless liberal, don’t say it in San Francisco. Obama’s views might have been received very differently if he had expressed them in public to Pennsylvania voters, saying he understood and could alleviate their frustrations. 3. Some people actually use guns to hunt — not to compensate for a salary that’s less than a U.S. senator’s. 4. Some people cling to religion not because they are bitter but because they believe it, and because faith in God gives them purpose and comfort. 5. Some hard-working Americans find it insulting when rich elites explain away things dear to their hearts as desperation. It would be like a white politician telling blacks they cling to charismatic churches to compensate for their plight. And it vindicates centrist Democrats who have been arguing for a decade that their party has allowed itself to look culturally out of touch with the American mainstream. 6. It provides a handy excuse for people who were looking for a reason not to vote for Obama but don’t want to think of themselves as bigoted. It hurts Obama especially with the former Reagan Democrats, the culturally conservative, blue-collar workers who could be a promising voter group for him. It also antagonizes people who were concerned about his minister but might have given him the benefit of the doubt after his eloquent speech on race. 7. It gives the Clinton campaign new arguments for trying to recruit superdelegates, the Democratic elected officials and other insiders who get a vote on the nomination. A moderate politician from a swing district, for example, might not want to have to explain support for a candidate who is being hammered as a liberal. And Clinton’s agents can claim that for all the talk of her being divisive, Obama has provided plenty of fodder to energize Republicans. 8. It helps Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.) frame a potential race against Obama, even though both of them have found support among independents. Now Republicans have a simple, easily repeated line of attack to use against Obama as an out-of-touch snob, as they had with Sen. John F. Kerry after he blundered by commenting about military funding, “I actually did vote for the $87 billion before I voted against it.” 9. The comments play directly into an already-established narrative about his candidacy. Clinton supporters have been arguing that Obama has limited appeal beyond upscale Democrats — the so-called latte liberals. You can’t win red states if people there don’t like you. “Elites need to understand that middle-class Americans view values and culture as more important than mere trickery,” said Paul Begala, a Clinton backer. “Democrats have to respect their values and reflect their values, not condescend to them as if they were children who’ve been bamboozled.” 10. The timing is terrible. With the Pennsylvania primary nine days off, late-deciding voters are starting to tune in. Obama and Clinton are scheduled to appear separately on CNN on Sunday for a forum on, of all topics, faith and values. And ABC News is staging a Clinton-Obama debate in Philadelphia on Wednesday. So Clinton has the maximum opportunity to keep a spotlight on the issue. Besides sex, little drives the news and opinion industry more than race, religion, culture and class. So as far as chances the chattering-class will perpetuate the issue, Obama has hit the jackpot. 11. The story did not have its roots in right-wing or conservative circles. It was published — and aggressively promoted — by The Huffington Post, a liberally oriented organization that was Obama’s outlet of choice when he wanted to release a personal statement distancing himself from some comments by the Rev. Wright. 12. It undermines Democratic congressional candidates who had thought that Obama would make a stronger top for the ticket than Clinton. Already, Republican House candidates are challenging their Democratic opponents to renounce or embrace Obama’s remarks. Ken Spain, press secretary for the National Republican Congressional Committee, said: “There is a myth being perpetuated by Democrats and even some in the media that an Obama candidacy would somehow be better for their chances down ballot. But we don’t believe that is the case.”

Could somebody please proof my paper??? if your just going to be rude don't do anything! but if you know what you're talking about, can you please proof my essay?? i don't care how much you correct, the more the better :) thank you!!! Transformations of The Crucible A crucible is a severe test. This definition applies to the play by Arthur Miller, The Crucible, because during the play the people went throught severe tests of charactor. Usually when people face life struggles they are forced to adapt or change in some way. During the play, many charactors had to alter because of what they had to endure and others did not. Some charactors that changed during the composition include Reverend John Hale and Elizabeth Proctor.However, one individual that did not change was Abigail Williams. Reverend Hale changed dramatically throuout The Crucible. At the beginning of the play Hale was very open-minded. He came into Salemn looking for the truth. In the begining he says, " No, no. now let me instruct you. We cannot look to superstition in this. The Devil is precise/ the marks of his presence are definite as stone, and I must tell you all that I shall not proceed unless you are prepared to believe me if I should find no bruise of hell upon her." Then towards the end of act one he began to go with the crowd. He was asking people questions indicating witchcraft. Some of these leading questions inluded: to Parris "Mr. Parris, you did not notice, did you, any living thing in the kettle? A mouse, perhaps, a spider, a frog-?", to Abigail "Did you feel any strangeness when she called him? A sudden cold wind, perhaps? A trembling below the ground?", and to Tituba "When the Devil come to you does he ever come-with another person? Perhaps another person in the village? Someone you know." Then in the second act he is still being a follower. He starts working for the court and after he is sent to Rebbecca Nurse's house he goes to the Proctor's because they have been accused. To them Hale says this, "This is a strange time, Mister. no man may longer doubt the powers of the dark are gathered in monstrous attack upon this village. There is too much evidence now to deny it. you will agree, sir?" In act three, Hale's charactor changes. Instead of just thinking what everyone else beleives he realizes that the whole witch hunt is a hoax. During the hearing he says about Abigail and the other girls, "You cannot beleive them!" John tries to get the court to listen to both sides of the story and actually try to hear the facts instead of what they want to hear. You can first tell that he is starting to doubt the court when he says to Parris, "Is every defense an attack upon the court? Can no one-?" Reverend Hale also tries to get the court to allow people to have a lawyer, particularlly John Proctor. He is extremely honest during the trials and only says what is true, not what he thinks the majority wants to hear. Reverend John Hale finishes Act three as a very brave man. Once he realizes that the court is false he tries to stand up for what is right. After nobody will listen to him he leaves the court, his final statement being, "I denounce these proceedings. I quit this court!". In the end of the play he has completely turned around. Instead of helping with the witch hunt he is doing whatever he can to stop it. Not only is he trying to help those accused, but he has realized what a mistake it was serving on the court in the first place. His remorse shows when he says, "Why it is all simple. I come to do the Devil's work. I come to counsel Christians they should belie themselves. His sarcasm collapses. Ther is blood on my head! Can you not see the blood on my head!!" At the end of The Crucible, Reverend Hale is a noble man. Elizabeth Proctor goes through a transformation in The Crucible. At the beggining of the play she is very pompous . Although she is loyal to her husband, she looks down upon him because he had an affair with Abigail Williams. She thinks that she is a perfect woman. When her and John argue about the affair she says, "John, if it were not aBigail that you must go to hurt, would you falter now? I think not." and "I see what I see, John." She takes no blame for the affair at all. Also, when John Hale comes to question the family she states, "I surely do. There be no mark of blame upon my life, Mr. Hale. I am a covanted Christian woman." Towards the end of the play Goody Proctor is more humble. After spending three months in jail she had thought about the affair. She realized that if she had paid more attention to John Proctor then the never would have needed to go to Abigail. Not only that, but she thinks of Proctor as a good man instead of inferior to herself. She also recognizes that she is far from perfect. Elizabeth goes to John in the jail and says, " John, it come to naught that I should forgive you, if you'll not forgive yourself. It is not my soul, John, it is yours. Only be sure of this, for I know it now: Whatever you will do, it is a good man does it. I have read my heart this three month, John. I have sins of my own to count. It needs a cold wife to prompt lechery." and " John, I counted myself so plain, so poorly made, no honest love could come to me! Suspicion kissed you when I did; I never knew how I shold say my love. It were a cold house I kept!" Elizabeth Proctor's nature changed for the better during the coarse of the witch trials. Abigail Williams did not change at all in The Crucible. At the beginning of the play she was a complete coward. Instead of taking responsibility for her actions, she put the blame on others. When Abigail was first accused of dancing, she tried to lie about it. Then when Parris asks her why she was discharged from Goody Proctor's service, instead of telling about how she had an affair with Elizabeth's husband, she says, "She hates me, uncle, she must, for I would not be her slave. It's a bitter woman, a lying, cold, sniveling woman, and I will not work for such a woman!" Once she was caught dancing in the woods, she said that someone had bewitched her and that's why she had done it. She blames the other girls, like Ruth, and Tituba for conjuring the spirits. She then tells the girls this, "Now look you. All of you. We danced. And Tituba conjured Ruth Putnam's dead sisters. And that is all. And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you...I can make you swish you had never seen the sun go down!..." Then, once she had the power and all the people of the village fearing her, she used her power to seek vengence on those that she didn't like. Abigail continues lieing throughout the entire play.In the end she leaves town. Parris goes to Danforth and Hathorne and states, "Excellency, I think they be aboard a ship. My daughter tells me how she heard them speaking of ships last week, and tonight I discover my-my strongbox broke into." At the end of The Crucible, she is as much of a cowered as she was in the beggining. Instead of admiting that she lied and spareing all of the accused peoples lives, she leaves town and steals all of Parris' money. Of all the charactors mentioned above, Reverend John Hale underwent the most extreme change. He completely turned his point of veiw around. Instead of helping the court accuse people and just going with the crowd, he understood that what everyone else was doing was wrong and stood up for what he beleived in. John Hale took this crucible and used it to change himself for the better.

Is this a good start for a novel? King Orion DelAran watched from the window of his bedchamber as his oldest son, Prince Darius, passed through the gates of Khalador in the wedding coach, headed down the dusty road towards Dardon. Much to his embarrassment, his other son, Prince Davidius, ran alongside the gilded coach shouting obscenities at his older brother. he watched in horror as Darius stuck one hand out the window of the coach, waving his middle finger at his brother and the gasping crowd. Orion turned from the window, shaking his head slowly. Simeon, his manservant, stood quietly to one side as Orion stumped across the dark marble floor and fell back heavily onto his four poster bed. His head was throbbing. what should have been a gala event had turned into a nightmare from Hades. The crown prince had finally taken a wife, but would she be his undoing? Davidius had been near apoplexy thought the ceremony and Viros Hawkins, damn it all, was the cause. His head hurt worse as the image of the young man filled his mind . Viros was a DelAran, It was undeniable; He loomed over most men and had the same blond hair and violet eyes that trademarked the royal family. Orion stared at the hunting scene on the ceiling. he wished more than anything that he could fade into the painting. "What can you do, Simeon?" He asked, speaking more to the paintings on the arched ceiling than to Simeon. "you try to teach them the right way to go, and look what happens." He sat up abruptly, squinting at Simeon. "have i been a piss poor father?" "No, Your Majesty." The finch-faced little man replied quickly, moving to the finely carved cherry wood wine table. "You have been a very good father. Given the tasks that you must see to every day, I truly believe that you have done much better than most would under the same circumstances." He poured Orion a shot of Abderian brandy as he spoke. When Orion's callused hand closed around the proffered glass he continued. "I don't believe that Darius did this to hurt you, Your Majesty. I believe that he only married the girl to spite Viros Hawkins. Those two never like one another. Darius saw his chance to humble Viros and he took it." “You may be right at that, Simeon.” “Tat still leaves the problem of Viro's arrangements now that he has been knighted.” Simeon reminded him. “Oh, yes. There is that damned problem that I have been left to contend with.” Orion mumbled. He drained the brandy glass and handed it back to Simeon. Simeon looked at Orion questioningly; a quick nod from Orion had him refilling the glass. Orion took it, more quickly than before, and had another long drink. “Am I being unreasonable to expect Rolland to handle his own damned affairs? The boy surely isn't any bastard of mine. I don't even have any bastards. Maybe if I did, my sons would respect me more! Hades fire! I don't know what I'm suppose to do with Viros Hawkins!” Orion drained his glass and thrust it towards Simeon.. It was refilled without question. “I've already paid Berlen Deche fifty gold crowns every damned year that he has squired him and, how does he repay me? He lets his doe eyed daughter loose on my eldest son. What more can I do? Adopt Viros?” He grabbed the glass of wine; it splashed across Simeons crisp, white cuff. Simeon looked at the deep purple stain with obvious distaste. He leaned closer the the king. “Perhaps that wouldn't be such a bad ideal, Your Majesty.” He whispered. Orion coughed loudly, spraying a fine mist of wine. “you could be killing two birds with one stone. Of course, a recognized adoption would be out of the question but perhaps an unrecognized one would be worth investigating.” Simeon sniffed, wiping the plum mist from his face with his soiled cuff. “Explain.” Orion said irritably, shifting on the edge of his bed “It is a win-win situation, Your Highness.” Simeon confided. “If you take him in, what will you lose? You wont have to pay someone to employ him, and you will gain a skilled employee for the guard. You can show your subjects that all DelAran;s do not shirk their duty. Perhaps, even Prince Darius will learn more responsibility from your example.” “Perhaps.” Orion acquiesced. Well, I'll be damned! He's thought up another! Orion thought.. He marveled when Simeon thought up some way to drive the council to madness. Simeon never took the credit, more did he act smug, while orion delighted in watching the council members gnash their teeth. It was the simple fact that Orion hadn't thought of it himself that made it bittersweet. If Simeon would ever be wrong about anything, maybe he wouldn't fell indebted. However, Simeon never was wrong. How had a senior manservant gotten so good at playing the houses? Orion could not imagine. “and the council...” Simeon said innocently. “will despise every stinking moment that they have to sit there and smile, when what they really want to do is kill me.” Orion was grinning ear to ear, despite his mood. Simeon smiled. He hated to see rfrgaasgasfgfgs DONT ANSWER IF YOU GOING TO BE A A** HOLE

if you are bored here are some suggestions? -Wax the ceiling -Rearrange political campaign signs -Sharpen your teeth -Play Houdini with one of your siblings -Braid your dog's hair -Clean and polish your belly button -Water your dog...see if he grows -Wash a tree -Name your child Edsel -Scare Stephen King -Give your cat a mohawk -Purr -Mow your carpet -Play Pat Boone records backwards -Vacuum your lawn -Whine -Rake your carpet -Re-elect Richard Nixon -Critique "Three's Company" -Listen to a painting -Play with matches -Buff your cat -Race ferrets -Paint your house...Day-Glo Orange -Have a formal dinner at White Castle -Read Homer in the original Greek -Change your mind -Change it back -Learn Greek -Watch the sun...see if it moves -Stand on your head -Stand on someone else's head -Build a pyramid -See how long you can stay awake -See how long you can sleep -Spit shine your Nikes -Paint your teeth -Wear a salad -Speak with a forked tongue -Get your dog braces -Shave a shrub -Have a proton fight -Watch a car rust -Quiver -Rotate your carpet -Learn to type...with your toes -Set up your Christmas tree in April -Buy the Brooklyn Bridge -Be someone special -Mail it to a friend -Go back to square one -Factor your social security number -Take the fifth -Memorize a series of random numbers -Read the 1962 Des Moines white pages -Join the Foreign Legion -Learn Sanskrit -Exist...existentially, of course -Print counterfeit Confederate money -Kick a cabbage -Take a picture -Sandpaper a mushroom -Put it back -Play solitaire...for cash -Abuse your patio furniture -Run for Pope -Count to a million...fast -Make a schematic drawing...of a rock -Commit seppuku...with a paper knife -Revert -Think shallow thoughts -Sleep on a bed of nails -Boil ice cream -DON'T toss and turn -Run around in squares -Think of quadruple entendres -Speak in acronyms -Have your pillow X-rayed -Drink straight shots...of water -Calmly have a nervous breakdown -Give your goldfish a perm -Fly a brick -Play tag...on 35W -Exorcise a ghost -Be blue -Exercise a ghost -Be red -But don't be orange -Paint stripes on a lake -Ski Kansas -Sleep in freefall -Kill a Joule -Test thin ice...with a pogo stick -Apply for a unicorn hunting license -Do a good job -Crawl -Invite the Mansons over for dinner -Paint your windows -Watch a watch until it stops -Flash your goldfish -Paint -Smile -Paint a smile -Flirt with an evergreen -Rotate your garden...daily -Shoot a fire hydrant -Pretend you're blind -Apologize to it -Plant a shoe -Sweat -Give a Rorschach test to your gerbil -Turn -Take your sofa for a walk -Write a letter to Plato -Mail it -Start -Stop -Dial 911 and breathe heavily -Go to a funeral...tell jokes -Play the piano...with mittens on -Starch your shoes -Polish your Calvin's -Contemplate a cockroach -Get a dog to chase your car -Investigate the Czar -Let him catch it -Form a political party -Climb a sidewalk -Have a political party -Get diagonal...with a good friend -Ride a loaf of bread -Sharpen a carrot -Interrogate a gerbil -Annoy yourself -Get mad at yourself -Stop speaking to yourself -Be a side effect -Ride a bicycle...up Mt. McKinley -Duck -Redecorate...your garage -Develop a complex -Join the Army...be someone simple -Try harder -Hit the deck -Put leg warmers on your furniture -Cut the deck -Scheme -Sit -Water your family room -Stay -Cause a power failure -Roll over -Wriggle -Play dead -Donate your brother's body to science -Find a witch -Ask why -Burn her -Regress -Sleepwalk without sleeping -Go bow hunting for Toyotas -Kidnap Cabbage Patch Kids -Jump back -Play to lose -Scalp a street light -Have your car painted...plaid -Read a tomato -Sharpen your sleeping skills -Watch a game show...take notes -Put out a fire -Interview a cloud -If you can't find a fire, make one -Play tiddlywinks...go for blood -Play basketball...in a minefield -Crumple -Translate Shakespeare into English -Skydive to church -Cheer up a potato -Do aerobic exercises...in your head -Play cards with your swimming pool -Pinstripe your driveway -Play Kick the Fire Hydrant -Harness chipmunk power -Build a house with ice cubes -Call London for a cab -Mug a stop sign -Change your name...daily -Go for a walk in your attic -Challenge your neighbor to a duel -Try to join Hell's Angels by mail -Wonder -Be a square root -Ask stupid questions -Weld your car doors shut -Spew

Do you like my story so far?(I shortened it.)? Dear Nicole,It's been five months. How could you go? I'm not supposed to feel this way. Vampires are not supposed to feel this way. You were my best friend. I trusted you with my life, my secrets. There is nothing now. I don't fully understand how to cope without you there to comfort me. It's always been that way. You and me, Scarlet and Nicole. Not just Scarlet. You were meant to stay here. With me. With my family, with all our friends. The Tongass woods just aren't the same. And it's all my fault. I drove you away, I threw you out with words. I told you I didnt need you. I lied,terribly. I thought it was true because of all my rage but it wasn't! I now see that I am nothing without you. I feel so empty. Souless. Of course I am.Correction, we are. No souls, no pain right? That's what we said to others who said they were in pain. We showed no mercy, pitiless forever. And now I lay, sprawled on the couch sending you a letter. My life, it crashed. A plane, no flight without the fuel, a girl, no hapiness without a Man. It seems that Romeo and Juliet were never souless. They always had fuel. And now I don't. -Please return my e-Mails, Scarlet.No matter how many times I e-Mailed her the pain couldnt go away. The pain knowing she won't return the e-Mail, the pain of just knowing she is gone. It was almost to much to bear. I had nothing without her. It showed. I sat there, a bump on a log. My family and friends tried to joke around with me, make me feel better. But it never worked. I would fake a smile or laugh then go back to moping. I was usually on the couch at all times. I would pretend to watch the pointless shows on TV, but it never got me anywhere. There was no TV. Only a blank screen. But I still would stare at it when somebody was watching me. I only spoke when spoken to. And my responce to conversations were "Yeah, alright, true, no, please." One word. It's amazing how one word can explain someone so much.My tears fell slowly like a drizzle. My eyes constantly red, cheeks always moist. My life all in all? A never ending ocean. It keep going on and on. You feel as if it will take years to get over half of it. Sometimes I would listen to music. Music about pain..Loss..Agony. It would bring me energy. I would be able to walk over and pick up that dropped object, or go to wash my hands. Doing those simple tasks though.. They would remind me to much of Nicole. Every single thing, it would shake my insides up and I'd reside to the floor, curled in a sheepish ball. My Mother would come and sit on the ground with me, feel my pain. She never wanted me to feel unwell.Some days I'd decide to stay in bed all day. I would just lay there. That's when I got most of the thinking time. The time when I had no worries. I could stay undisturbed and not worry about faking the occasional smile. I would daydream, thinking of how me and Nicole could be running around the house right now, challenging eachother with hilarious tasks. Now, a meloncholy expression on my face, I sat on the couch. And waited, lap top in hand, for Nicole to come back.A loud knock on the door interupted my silent cry. I thought I would wait for someone else to answer the door but I reminded myself everyone else was out hunting. I got up slowly, and dragged my feet to the door, then opened it quickly. "Hello?" Three young women looked at me. Other vampires. I motioned for them to come in and they each, one by one, stepped inside. "Alexander! Isaac!" The second one called out. I smelt two other vampires coming, and two boys, one my age,one seeming a bit younger, walked in. "There you are. Keep up with us you two." The first one scolded them. The two boys argued and the three women argued back, seeming to forget I was there. The first one kindly looked over at me with a grin and apoligized," I'm sorry. We always have these little quarrels." I nodded and mumbled," Don't let it ruin your friendships." he third girl spoke. "You've expected us?" She asked me, studying my figure. "Well, no. You must have talked to my Mother or Father. I am actually.. Out of it. I don't really pay attention to things." I shoved my hands in my pockets, looking at the ground. I felt a hand touch my chin, and lift my head up, so I was looking at the first girl. "My Lord, you have been crying haven't you?" She looked at me, full of sympathy."It's a normal thing for me to cry, really.""Well, there has to be a reason." The younger boy added."Leave the poor girl alone!" The older boy demanded."No, it's fine." I replied. It really was, most of my family now was used to my depressed state. "Well then, I am sorry." He said.I looked over at the second woman who seemed to be very silent. She was staring at the staircase. "You can uh, go up if you'd like." I offered to her. She looked at me, and her gaze was piercing. I felt very stunned at her bright green eyes. They seemed to glow in my midst of presence. I wondered if they could light up my hollow body, a black ditch. "No, I am alright It isnt a love story.. That's a bit upsetting.. this took me forever.

Is it legal for renters to remove someone not on lease from home? So, I just got out of county jail for helping my homeless, lost her kids to CPS and mother ditched sister out. In an agreement for her to get her life in order, my girlfriend and I took her into our home we're renting without Landlord notice since we assumed it'd only be a couple months @most. After two months of failed job hunting, my girlfriend gets "sistr" a job @her work in the medical field. 5:30am everyday, is when my girlfriend, her sistr and mine wake to drive 1.5hrs to work therefore when one pulls 16hr shifts, the others have to wait because gas is too much for back and forths. My plan for her was easy to follow, "HANDEL YOUR BUSINESS...", I know of an auction to get cars for 3-400.00 bucks. "First get job...Then car, so my girl can come home and you can work WHATEVER hrs wherever...Then, show judge @upcoming court date to show effort in wanting your two kids back from foster home...", very simple, right...Sistr's first check is modest, a little on food and gas...Sistr's 2nd chech is huge, for her, 480.00+, which to me had mor than enough to either save and add more the next one or GET HER a car NOW...Instead, behind my back, SHE BUYS A FRREAKIN PREPAID CELL PHONE!!!..I suppose my girl and I are OBLIGATED to baby her...SHE'S 30...Trying to act 19 ON MY GIRL AND I'S FAMILY BUILDING TIME...Short version, I scold her, take the phone away as well as her next check to make her get car, she tries to get my girl fired and calls cops claiming I hit her and files battery...It's almost 4 months now...Cops were saying something like I can't just throw her out...It seemed he was makin SHIT up to trick me....PLEASE HELP...She's about to be let out of county, (2 days now...), I was let out my girl picked me up and I LEFT HER there...If she has an escort bring her to my house can I say NO?? I've already stuffed her stuff in bags in the garage and am ready to donate to Salvation Army!!! HELP... Thanks guys, I appreciate it...Concerning the "no proof of residency", she's already changed her address @Post Office, does that matter? I don't think so being that ANY COOK can claim anyone's address just by seeing the house. The cop, on the other hand was saying that if she got mail here, she lived here...Not sure.

Rate these movies- also ? please give me some more to watch. I am making a list of movies I need to see, no Japanese movies/ anime they have to be good and english. No Country for Old Man The Departed Crash Million dollar Baby A Beautiful Mind Gladiator American Beauty Shakespeare in Love The English Patient Braveheart Schindlers list Unforgivinen Silence of the Lambs Dance with the Wolves Driving Miss Daisy Rain Man The last Empire Platoon Out of Africa Amadeus Annie Hall Rocky Gandhi One flew over the cuckoos Nest All of the Godfather movies The Sting Friday Night Lights Brokeback Mountain Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon Wedding Banquet Eat Drink Man Woman Bateman Begins It’s a Mad Mad Mad World Journey to the Center of the World Top Gun Toy story 2 Valiant Duck Tales the movie Stuart little 2 The Adventures of Mark Twain Under the Same Moon Twain Warriors Penelope Jet li’s Fearless The Brotherhood of the Wolf My Blueberry Night City of Men Caramel Super High Me The legend of the Lone Ranger .Permanent Midnight The Nightmare Before Christmas Superhero movie Superbad Grease 1 and 2 Street kings 21 A Walk to Beautiful Night of the Living Dead Step up 1 and 2 The Spiderwick Chronicles The Sword in the Stone Stop – Loss Beyond Belief Prom Night Pretty in Pink Footloose Labyrinth The Lost Boys The Ruins Friday the 13 The Aviator Blood diamond Mystic River Gone Baby Gone The Assignations of Jesse James Cold Mountain Monsters ball Training day Beetlejuice Iris Traffic Pollock Boys Don’t cry The Cider House Rules Girl Interrupted Saving Private Ryan Affliction As Good as it Gets Good Will Hunting Gone in 60 seconds The patriot What Lies Beneath Chicken run The World is Not Enough Entrapment Big daddy Bowfinger The green mile Any Given Sunday The Sixth Sense The Bourn series with matt dameon Double Jeopardy Enemy of State The Waterboy The Wedding Singer Theres Something about Mary Stepmom Snake eyes A perfect murder Capote Liar liar Dantes peak The rock The nutty professor The first wives club Ransome A time to kill Back to the future The colour purple E.T. Empire of the sun Ghostbusters Valley girl Knocked up Pulp fiction Die hard Moulin rouge Casino royal Die hard When Harry met sally Clueless Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind The piano The Truman show Dirty dancing Office space Out of Africa Waiting for guffman Michael Clayton Lost in Translation Big (1988) • Big Chill, The (1983) • Big Trouble in Little China (1986) • Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure (1989) • Blade Runner (1982) • Blood Simple. (1984) • Blue Lagoon, The (1980) • Blue Velvet (1986) Billy Madison Army darkness Dead poets society Dirty Harry James bond movies Almost movies Fantasia Dumbo Brother bear Wayne’s world Dodgeball A fish called Wanda 40 year old virgin Groundhog Day Zoolander What woman want Runaway bride Sex in the city As good as it gets Knocked up The breakup Notting hill Arthur Along came Polly Failure to launch Fool’s gold The wedding planner Forgetting Sarah marshell Never been kissed Music and lyrics Kate and Leopold Maid of honor Must love dogs Because I said so Fever pitch Rumor has it Roxanne Good luck chuck those are the movies i need to see any more?

the top 100 movies of my lifetime (1990-2008)? Here is an unrevised list of my top 100 movies. Please feel free to comment or make and suggest changes: 1. Rushmore-(1998, Wes Anderson) (Jason Schwartzman, Bill Murray) 2. Ed Wood-(1994, Tim Burton) (Johnny Depp, Martin Landau) 3. Mrs. Doubtfire-(1993, Chris Columbus) (Robin Williams, Sally Field) 4. The Virgin Suicides-(1999, Sofia Coppola) (James Woods, Kathleen Turner) 5. Corpse Bride-(2005, Tim Burton) (Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter) 6. Running With Scissors-(2006, Ryan Murphy) (Annette Bening, Brian Cox) 7. Pleasantville-(1998, Gary Ross) (Tobey Maguire, Reese Witherspoon) 8. American Beauty-(1999, Sam Mendes) (Kevin Spacey, Annette Bening) 9. The Birdcage-(1996, Mike Nichols) (Robin Williams, Nathan Lane) 10. The Matrix-(1999, The Wachowski brothers) (Keanu Reeves, Laurence Fishburne) 11. Girl, Interrupted-(1999, James Mangold) (Winona Ryder, Angelina Jolie) 12. Little Miss Sunshine-(2006, Jonathan Dayton) (Greg Kinnear, Toni Collette) 13. Ghost World-(2001, Terry Zwigoff) (Thora Birch, Scarlett Johansson) 14. V For Vendetta-(2005, James McTeigue) (Natalie Portman, Hugo Weaving) 15. Monster-(2003, Patty Jenkins) (Charlize Theron, Christina Ricci) 16. Paradise Lost: The Child Murders At Robin Hood Hills-(1996, Joe Berlinger) (Jessie Misskelley, Damien Echols) 17. A Walk To Remember-(2002, Adam Shankman) (Shane West, Mandy Moore) 18. The Nightmare Before Christmas-(1993, Henry Selick) (Danny Elfman, Chris Sarandon) 19. Home Alone-(1990, Chris Columbus) (Macaulay Culkin, Joe Pesci) 20. Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street-(2007, Tim Burton) (Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter) 21. Beavis And Butthead Do America-(1996, Mike Judge) (Mike Judge, Bruce Willis) 22. The Fifth Element-(1997, Luc Besson) (Bruce Willis, Gary Oldman) 23. Just Friends-(2005, Roger Kumble) (Ryan Reynolds, Amy Smart) 24. Freddy Got Fingered-(2001, Tom Green) (Tom Green, Rip Torn) 25. Whats Eating Gilbert Grape-(1993, Lasse Hallstrom) (Johnny Depp, Juliette Lewis) 26. Scary Movie 2-(2001, Keenen Ivory Wayans) (Shawn Wayans, Marlon Wayans) 27. Boys Don't Cry-(1999, Kimberly Peirce) (Hilary Swank, Chloe Sevigny) 28. The Aviator-(2004, Martin Scorsese) (Leonardo Dicaprio, Cate Blanchett) 29. Matchstick Men-(2003, Ridley Scott) (Nicolas Cage, Alison Lohman) 30. The Truth About Jane-(2000, Lee Rose) (Ellen Muth, Stockard Channing) 31. Office Space-(1999, Mike Judge) (Ron Livingston, Jennifer Aniston) 32. Happy Gilmore-(1996, Dennis Dugan) (Adam Sandler, Carl Weathers) 33. The Hours-(2002, Stephen Daldry) (Nicole Kidman, Julianne Moore) 34. Mean Girls-(2004, Mark Waters) (Lindsay Lohan, Rachel McAdams) 35. 10 Things I Hate About You-(1999, Gil Junger) (Heath Ledger, Julia Stiles) 36. Foxfire-(1996, Annette Haywood-Carter) (Hedy Burress, Angelina Jolie) 37. Toy Story-(1995, John Lasseter) (Tom Hanks, Tim Allen) 38. Ratatouille-(2007, Brad Bird) (Patton Oswalt. Lou Romano) 39. Blast From The Past-(1999, Hugh Wilson) (Brendan Fraser, Alicia Silverstone) 40. Sleepy Hollow-(1999, Tim Burton) (Johnny Depp, Christina Ricci) 41. House On Haunted Hill-(1999, William Malone) (Geoffrey Rush, Famke Janssen) 42. Deuce Bigalow Male Gigolo-(1999, Mike Mitchell) (Rob Schneider, Eddie Griffin) 43. The Parent Trap-(1998, Nancy Meyers) (Dennis Quaid, Natasha Richardson) 44. No Country For Old Men-(2007, The Coen brothers) (Tommy Lee Jones, Javier Bardem) 45. The Glass House-(2001, Daniel Sackheim) (Leelee Sobieski, Diane Lane) 46. Kiss Of The Dragon-(2001, Chris Nahon) (Jet Li, Bridget Fonda) 47. A Night At The Roxbury-(1998, John Fortenberry) (Will Ferrell, Chris Kattan) 48. Quills-(2000, Philip Kaufman) (Geoffrey Rush, Kate Winslet) 49. Good Will Hunting-(1997, Gus Van Sant) (Matt Damon, Robin Williams) 50. The Addams Family-(1991, Barry Sonnenfeld) (Raul Julia, Anjelica Huston) 51. Capote-(2005, Bennett Miller) (Philip Seymour Hoffman, Catherine Keener) 52. Lemony Snicket's A Series Of Unfortunate Events-(2004, Brad Silberling) (Emily Browning, Liam Aiken) 53. The Mask-(1994, Chuck Russell) (Jim Carrey, Cameron Diaz) 54. MouseHunt-(1997, Gore Verbinski) (Nathan Lane, Lee Evans) 55. Bender's Big Score-(2007, Dwayne Carey-Hill) (Billy West, Katey Sagal) 56. Dolores Claiborne-(1995, Taylor Hackford) (Kathy Bates, Jennifer Jason Leigh) 57. A Simple Plan-(1998, Sam Raimi) (Bill Paxton, Billy Bob Thornton) 58. Waiting...-(2005, Rob McKittrick) (Ryan Reynolds, Anna Faris) 59. Hearts In Atlantis-(2001, Scott Hicks) (Anthony Hopkins, Anton Yelchin) 60. My Own Private Idaho-(1991, Gus Van Sant) (River Phoenix, Keanu Reeves) 61. Tom And Jerry The Movie-(1993, Phil Roman) (Richard Kind, Dana Hill) 62. O-(2001, Tim Blake Nelson) (Mekhi Phifer, Josh Hartnett) 63. Bowling For Columbine-(2002, Michael Moore) (Michael Moore, Charlton Heston) 64. The Commitments-(1991, Alan Parker) (Robert Arkins, Colm Meaney) 65. Fun With Dick And Jane-(2005, Dean Parisot) (Jim Carrey, Tea Leoni) 66. Termina

Easy recipes for children to make while babysitting? Okay, so I'm babysitting an eight year old boy and eleven year old girl tonight. Problem is, they're completely bored of everything. I've done scavenger hunts, played Wii, helped them with homework, and they're so sick of all that. I was thinking of other things to do with them, and someone suggested making a really easy recipe with them. Do any of you have any ideas as to what I could make with them? Nothing that involves an oven, please. I don't want to completely raid their fridge, so not something with a million ingredients either. Just something simple and fun. Or, do you have any other ideas as to what I can do with them? The backyard is available. It's getting to the point where I walk inside the house and it's like, okay, now what? Thanks so much in advance.

Please give me advice on my fanfiction!? It is based on the Twilight character Paul and his imprint. It is my first one and I have just written the first chapter but I'm afraid that no one will read it when I upload it onto fanfiction.com. Can I please get some advice on how to make my writing better for other chapters or if I should give up altogether. Be honest, I need to learn (: Here is it: It would be a lie to say that Paul isn’t the reason I wake up every morning. In fact, it is this simplistically beautiful boy that is the implication of life, the key to my existence, the air that I breathe. It was the moment I left Australia and entered the town of La Push that I pieced my life together, discovered another member to add to my dysfunctional family and laid eyes on the most perfect human being. I remember when my life hit rock bottom. When my parents wanted to go their separate ways, my sister, Amelia, became consumed in a world of her own, only coming home to eat or sleep-and me, Charlize, became invisible to the naked eye. We lived in a worn out, run down house with nothing but the clothes on our backs- it wasn’t until our family decided to tell me about my long lost brother that my life took a turn. I guess God decided he’d screwed up my life enough, he’d obviously gotten enough thrills from watching my life tumble downhill. And after the long desperate drive over rainy, run-down roads we were finally shown a glimpse of La Push through the plain car windows. It was then when I met Embry Call- the shining light at the end of the tunnel. The big-shot brother who pieced my life together is also the reason I have Paul. Or as Mia, my best friend would say, “He is the reason you can close your eyes and dream of having him.” I knew from the start it was impossible for a girl like me to even be detected or considered ‘beautiful’ by anyone who has more friends than the equivalent La Push population. His utter flawlessness is the core substance to making every girl swoon. His perfect russet skin colour, piercing brown eyes, strong body and the smell of his cologne all work it’s magic on me. If only I would look something like the native girls. Maybe then he would see elongated, thick hair, tan coloured skin and dazzling hazel eyes as an alternative to short, stringy locks and a mixed completion. I would change if I could- but I’m not a wizard. He is perfection. “Move it freak” …Until he opens his mouth. His voice echoes out, deep within his throat, his luscious, pink lips peeling back to show a faultless set of teeth. “Hmm” I mumble. I wait for him under the old willow tree hanging so dangerously low, knowing there is only a 50/50 chance he will show up. I carve little hearts in the bark of a tree and trace our names; Charlize Shae loves Paul Tala, with my fingers—too scared to etch them in with a stick. I’d be tracked down and hunted if I did. His name, so dominant and simple can leave me breathless. I fantasize about him-analyzing each move, examining every part of him, almost… almost like a stalker, but much, much more subtle. I depict his friends and the attractive girls constantly following him- gazing upon him. I pick up their signals-warning me not to follow by their example- whilst I single out the ‘your not admirable enough to be drooling over him’ glares. Even in my dreams I can’t have him. There was always going to be a twist to my perfect love story, mainly because Prince Paul wasn’t devoted to the princess. If I weren’t the only girl that was as aware of his gorgeous smile and striking jade eyes maybe he would notice me- …Maybe then I’d get the happy ending. But the girls in this town have never been more conscious of him and in terms of him discovering me; he practically looked through a microscope to identify if I was a girl or a worthless, hollow particle. But just like the hero he is, he found me; only he exposed me to the rest of the school. Then I was the centre of everyone’s gossip. He considered my faults; he knew I was just a vulnerable, foreign girl- and along with the entire junior year, he is now devoted to making my life a living hell. I open my eyes. It looks like he isn’t coming today. Silly boy. I fall for the rebel, the boy who won’t look my way unless he is throwing insults, irritating my friends or telling me he hates me. The only boy I’ve ever loved and cared about- doesn’t want me. It is and always will be the worst kind of torture. By now I should know better. Paul is popular, athletic and strong- I’m the freak. The loner. The geek. Yeah, he is amazing and I’m the lowest girl on the social food chain.

My Novel Blood Amulet first chapter... I grammer checked it. Read please. And tell me if I got it right.? Please don't report me beacause there's a few bad words in it. It's for Teen readers. I'm no good at this...I quit!

Important apocalytic dream and strange waking dream? Now as a disclaimer, I would like to say that i'm a moderately healthy 21 year old male who has never publicly disclosed these experiences to anyone before, except for my current girlfriend. I would also like to state that I always have normal dreams, except there are two dreams i had at two major points in my life that I will always remember because they seemed prophetic in some way. Let me begin with the first dream in question the "waking" dream. I was sixteen years old and this dream occurred the same night as my first job. The dream began normally, a boring, forgettable dream in which I was riding a bicycle around Nashville, Tennessee in the neighborhood i grew up in when I was a child. Then I saw my old house, and I went into all the rooms, one by one, remembering some of the more important experiences I had in that house. I finally came across my room, and in my bed I saw what appeared to be a glowing letter pinned to the wall. This letter seemed very much alien to the dream, like it did not belong, and someone else had intentionally left it there, in my dreams, to find it. So i picked up the letter and began to read it. The letter seemed to be one of those alien abduction questionnaires that you sometimes see on the internet. I said, "sure, why not", and began to read it. The questions it asked were as follows: 1. Do you ever remember waking up in a place you know that you did not fall asleep in? Yes. 2. Do you ever remember losing hours or more of time for no reason? Yes. I always considered it to be part of my ADD, but i do lose lots of time, in which I attribute going into "autopilot" mode, but sometimes i do actually look up after what seems like 10 minutes and 2 hours have passed. 3. Have you ever seen a unknown flying object in or around your home? Yes. Two, actually. and at this point I remember starting to hear a very faint, but disturbing screaming sound, like someone being tortured to death in another house, but it's so loud you can hear it. The screaming got gradually louder as I answered these questions. The last question was 9: Have you, throughout your life, had an incredible fear or fixation upon strange animal or alien EYES And as i read the word eyes, the screaming becomes deafening, and for a split second I saw these horrible reptilian eyes, that somehow forced my body to convulse with the most extremely intense and painful pure terror that I have ever known, and I do not believe I will ever experience again. I was so intense that it paralyzed me, not in the effect of ," oh my god, oh my god, if i look over the blankets it will see me, i can't move!" --more like, your body starts spasming while your brain is scrambled up with intense terror. So, after that, I wake up. But.. I still hear the screaming. Something is wrong.. then my brain begins to realize that I was the one who was screaming the whole time. If that isn't crazy enough for you, THEN... After I stop screaming, I see a very strange... thing ... this weird, scrambling, black orb in the corner of my room, near the ceiling. i screamed at it to go away, and it gradually disappeared. it did not seem physical. it seemed ephemeral. So that was the first one. my parents don't remember me screaming or any of that. Usually my brother stays up really late too. any kind of screaming, he responds to and checks up on me (he is autistic). But he didn't that night. I dont know what the heck that was. And my second dream happenedmuch more recently. It began as a timeline, in the most simple and logical explanation i can give you is that it was a quick sampling of all my past AND future lives, and how i died in them. The first that i can remember, because it went on for a really long time, was In the middle ages, and I was an archer who got shot by an authority figure for being insubordinate. The second i can remember was in the 1930's or so, and i was a mafia guy who was betrayed and shot by a fellow mob guy, and thrown in a trash compactor after being driven around, half-alive in the back of a limousine. the third i remember was a SWAT officer in the 1970's or 80's, and i was attempting to rescue a little girl from a violent criminal in a hotel. I successfully rescued the little girl but was shot by one of the hostage-taker's accomplices in the back of the head. Now the next ones get really interesting. The next one i can remember is somewhat closer to the present, it was myself but older, with a more pronounced beard. I was in a destitute, obviously just -evacuated clothing store. I was being hunted by aliens, yes, aliens, and I could hear their thoughts. It was like they couldn't truly think, but shout at each other telepathically in very simple terms. They weren't really soldiers, more like hunter-drones, if that makes any sense. so iwas hiding behind the clothing racks, and I was masking myself to their presence, but every time i had a close call, or lost focus, or was scared, my concentration because *because i was scared or had a close call, then they could sense me for a second until i regained my focus and put up the wall. so i was trying to get out of the mall, and one got really close, so I went into one of those circular clothing racks that you can hide in the middle of, and I Hid in there. One of them shouted really loud and i got scared . then it shoved its face through the shirts into the rack and for about three seconds it was really close to me and i could see the outline of it's face. It pulled back and went away after i began to focus again. After a while, i believed i was alone, and I thought " I need to get the hell out of here." and ran, but as i turned the corner, one of them spotted me and grabbed me by the neck and lifted me off the ground. Everything started to fade to black, and up close i realized it's eyes were exactly like the ones i saw before in my dream, but smaller and lifeless. Then i blacked out and died. The last one was WAYYY into the future. I was what seemed to be a consciousness implanted into a incredibly maneuverable craft that seemed to be made of pure light. I was fighting what seemed to be a giant living stone or metal statue ... and it was like one of those weird Egyptian statues, all ridges and all that.. kind of like the guardians in shadow of the colossus. It was like a fly fighting a man, too manueverable and too fast to hit, but not big enough to do any lasting damage. Eventually the stone giant hit me, and it was over. So.... what do you guys think?

What do you think of my Story... Twilight Saga knock-off. Other writers please read.? P.S... i do not intend on getting this story published. i am writing it solely for my personal pleasure. ps... i know that no one is likely to do this, but PLEASE don't steal my story. thank you again. :)

First Chapter. Is it good? I took the characters from Twilight and I wrote a chapter. Is it good? The last Chapter I thought I would never see Edward again, his parents didn’t approve of me anymore. They thought it was too dangerous for Edward to be alone with a human. I hadn’t moved on though. Thoughts of him ran through my head constantly. He hadn’t dropped out of school, but his brothers and sisters wouldn’t approve of us even talking to each other at school. There was no way we could be together. I was in my bed laying on my back staring at the white blank ceiling. I was dripping with sweat just thinking about him. I decided to go take a bubble bath to relax and cool down. While I filled the tub up with the warm water, I gently combed through my hair, just like Edward used to do. Once the tub was full with water, I slipped into the bath. The water felt good on my stiff muscles. My body was completely hidden by the strawberry flavored bubbles. Suddenly, I felt a cold breeze on my face. I yelled for Charlie to put the heat on, but then realized he wasn’t home. I couldn’t get up. I was too relaxed. I was all alone, or so I thought. I felt the breeze again, but more powerful this time. I looked to see if I had accidentally left the air conditioning on. Nope, it was still shut off. What was it then? Then I looked up at the bathroom mirror. Something was scribbled on it, a heart with the names Bella and Edward. I hadn’t put that there. Who did? This was torture. Then I heard humming of the song Edward had written for me. I started to tear up. I couldn’t get him out of my head to begin with, and now clear signs of him stood still in my head. Edward was never coming back and I had to face it. I loved him more than anything but we couldn’t be together. Then, I smelled the most delightful thing I’d ever smelled before. That’s when I knew he was here. “Edward?” I called out “are you here?” I felt his Icy cold fingers up against my cheek. Then he whispered in my ear. “It took you long enough”. I was so happy just to hear his silky smooth voice. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but he disappeared as quickly as he came. I got up from the bath water and got dressed. I quickly went downstairs to see if Charlie had gotten home yet. No sign of the cruiser. There was a silver Volvo parked in the driveway though. Now I knew I wasn’t imagining him. I decided to wait in my room until he appeared. My curtains started to blow around my room, almost hitting me in the face. I went to go close the window and stop the curtains from flailing around the room but it wasn’t open. Something was going on and I wanted to know about it. Then I saw a picture on my bed of me and Edward, smiling so happily. This was really starting to get on my nerves. The Phone rang, it was Edward’s number. I answered the phone with a simple “Hello?” “Listen Bella, I know what my parents said, but I can’t stand not being near you. Please, come out to my car in the front, let me talk to you.” I didn’t even get a chance to answer. He just hung up the phone. I went outside and he was there, like he said. I was overly excited just to see him. Was that bad? I got in the silver car and Edward told me to put my seat belt on. I obeyed. He said we were going to the woods by his house to talk about our situation. I looked into his eyes, but he didn’t see me. His eyes were different; they weren’t the beautiful topaz color they normally were. That made me realize, he hadn’t hunted in a while. He was thirsty. “Edward, when was the last time you hunted” I asked quietly. “I don’t know! When was the last time you ate? It’s not like I keep track Bella!” He growled. This was not like him at all! I just frowned and looked out of the window. I saw him look at me, I knew he was sorry. When we stopped he got out of the car and walked over to a large rock. He told me to sit down. He was standing right in the moonlight. His pale skin shined like marble. He was more beautiful than ever. “My parents said I can’t go to our school any longer.” He blurted out. I immediately stood up. “Why? Is it because of me?” I asked very angrily. “No, but I can’t tell you why.” Edward said sheepishly “Why not?” I asked. “Because, you’ll get scared.” I was really getting mad now. “No I won’t just tell me!” “Because my Brothers and Sisters are out of control!” He screamed. “What do you mean?” “I mean, They got so thirsty one night that they actually…..” His voice trailed off. “oh I see. But you didn’t right?” I asked hopefully. “ No I didn’t but my parents won’t let me hunt until they get better because their worried that they’ll tempt me to hunt humans, and I’m just so thirsty!” he yelled. I hugged him, he touched my hair. I could hear him smelling me. I was smelling him too. “I still want to be with you Bella. I can’t lose you again.” I didn’t want this to end at all! “Edward, But won’t your parents find out…” I started to say. I suddenly got very dizz I edited it from last time!

Strange waking Dream and apocalyptic Dream.? Now as a disclaimer, I would like to say that i'm a moderately healthy 21 year old male who has never publicly disclosed these experiences to anyone before, except for my current girlfriend. I would also like to state that I always have normal dreams, except there are two dreams i had at two major points in my life that I will always remember because they seemed prophetic in some way. Let me begin with the first dream in question the "waking" dream. I was sixteen years old and this dream occurred the same night as my first job. The dream began normally, a boring, forgettable dream in which I was riding a bicycle around Nashville, Tennessee in the neighborhood i grew up in when I was a child. Then I saw my old house, and I went into all the rooms, one by one, remembering some of the more important experiences I had in that house. I finally came across my room, and in my bed I saw what appeared to be a glowing letter pinned to the wall. This letter seemed very much alien to the dream, like it did not belong, and someone else had intentionally left it there, in my dreams, to find it. So i picked up the letter and began to read it. The letter seemed to be one of those alien abduction questionnaires that you sometimes see on the internet. I said, "sure, why not", and began to read it. The questions it asked were as follows: 1. Do you ever remember waking up in a place you know that you did not fall asleep in? Yes. 2. Do you ever remember losing hours or more of time for no reason? Yes. I always considered it to be part of my ADD, but i do lose lots of time, in which I attribute going into "autopilot" mode, but sometimes i do actually look up after what seems like 10 minutes and 2 hours have passed. 3. Have you ever seen a unknown flying object in or around your home? Yes. Two, actually. and at this point I remember starting to hear a very faint, but disturbing screaming sound, like someone being tortured to death in another house, but it's so loud you can hear it. The screaming got gradually louder as I answered these questions. The last question was 9: Have you, throughout your life, had an incredible fear or fixation upon strange animal or alien EYES And as i read the word eyes, the screaming becomes deafening, and for a split second I saw these horrible reptilian eyes, that somehow forced my body to convulse with the most extremely intense and painful pure terror that I have ever known, and I do not believe I will ever experience again. I was so intense that it paralyzed me, not in the effect of ," oh my god, oh my god, if i look over the blankets it will see me, i can't move!" --more like, your body starts spasming while your brain is scrambled up with intense terror. So, after that, I wake up. But.. I still hear the screaming. Something is wrong.. then my brain begins to realize that I was the one who was screaming the whole time. If that isn't crazy enough for you, THEN... After I stop screaming, I see a very strange... thing ... this weird, scrambling, black orb in the corner of my room, near the ceiling. i screamed at it to go away, and it gradually disappeared. it did not seem physical. it seemed ephemeral. So that was the first one. my parents don't remember me screaming or any of that. Usually my brother stays up really late too. any kind of screaming, he responds to and checks up on me (he is autistic). But he didn't that night. I dont know what the heck that was. And my second dream happenedmuch more recently. It began as a timeline, in the most simple and logical explanation i can give you is that it was a quick sampling of all my past AND future lives, and how i died in them. The first that i can remember, because it went on for a really long time, was In the middle ages, and I was an archer who got shot by an authority figure for being insubordinate. The second i can remember was in the 1930's or so, and i was a mafia guy who was betrayed and shot by a fellow mob guy, and thrown in a trash compactor after being driven around, half-alive in the back of a limousine. the third i remember was a SWAT officer in the 1970's or 80's, and i was attempting to rescue a little girl from a violent criminal in a hotel. I successfully rescued the little girl but was shot by one of the hostage-taker's accomplices in the back of the head. Now the next ones get really interesting. The next one i can remember is somewhat closer to the present, it was myself but older, with a more pronounced beard. I was in a destitute, obviously just -evacuated clothing store. I was being hunted by aliens, yes, aliens, and I could hear their thoughts. It was like they couldn't truly think, but shout at each other telepathically in very simple terms. They weren't really soldiers, more like hunter-drones, if that makes any sense. so iwas hiding behind the clothing racks, and I was masking myself to their presence, but every time i had a close call, or lost focus, or was scared, my concentration b *because i was scared or had a close call, then they could sense me for a second until i regained my focus and put up the wall. so i was trying to get out of the mall, and one got really close, so I went into one of those circular clothing racks that you can hide in the middle of, and I Hid in there. One of them shouted really loud and i got scared . then it shoved its face through the shirts into the rack and for about three seconds it was really close to me and i could see the outline of it's face. It pulled back and went away after i began to focus again. After a while, i believed i was alone, and I thought " I need to get the hell out of here." and ran, but as i turned the corner, one of them spotted me and grabbed me by the neck and lifted me off the ground. Everything started to fade to black, and up close i realized it's eyes were exactly like the ones i saw before in my dream, but smaller and lifeless. Then i blacked out and died. I have one more but im tired of typing.

Would you say that there's potential here? Two summers ago I invented an idea I call the Sphere concept. It lets you explore places in a different way - similar to Myst or Riven, for those of you who are familiar with those old games. I also programmed Reprosphere, a simple application that I use to compile more Spheres. I've uploaded my Spheres online now... but I have gotten absolutely NO feedback from any visitors. So let me give you the chance to visit my site, and ask you directly: What do you think? Do you like this idea? Would you have interest in further developing it, or seeing it further developed? My eventual goal is to make a global Sphere community, maybe linked with Google, so people can easily make their own Spheres of their gardens, houses, hideaways, whatever. Reprosphere home site: http://www.reprosphere.com/ My currently uploaded Spheres: http://reprosphere.50webs.com My homepage: http://hunt.topher.googlepages.com/ I'd appreciate any sort of feedback - even if it's to say that you love my idea and you're going to steal it and make millions. I just hope to see the Sphere idea take hold so that other people can make and view Spheres for free; it doesn't matter to me how that happens.

Please tell me what you think!? Please tell me what you think of this story plot that I have. If you do like it, can you tell me what the title should be? And construtive critisism is fine. Callie Mabel, an average teenage girl from Pier Cove, Michigan, gets into a full-blown fight with her own mother, after her mother takes out her frustration on her because she lost her job. Even though it’s eleven at night, Callie makes her escape and runs to the pier which overlooks Michigan Lake. Her mother starts out of the house, but Callie takes off her clothes, and dives into the freezing, late-fall water. When Callie emerges from the water, she feels suddenly whole, well, like she had never gotten into a fight with the last person she had. As she swam toward the shore, a yacht comes around the bend, headed right for her. Callie swims and swims, but the current doesn’t allow her to go very far. She realizes then that she won’t make it across the lake, so she takes her last breath and sinks into the water. Callie awakens in a dense forest, and questioning if this is heaven or not. Dazed and disoriented, she sits there and contemplates what has happened and remembers seeing a light, and a voice telling her to stay away from it. Callie then gets up and scavenges through the dark, eerie woods. Callie was weaving clothing for herself when a light flashed though the treetops, and she thought to herself, stay away from the light, stay away from the light and begins to run some more and get herself more and more lost. Callie survives on the land for many months, wandering through the forest, and coming across a moose or deer now and again, until one day, when she spotted a man, standing at a watering hole. Callie was frightened to approach the stranger, but her instincts kick in and she introduces herself. He tells her his name was Austin Fay. Austin is dressed like Callie and she asks him if he ran away from home too. Austin’s violet eyes stare at her while he explains what has happened to him. When Callie asks what his age was he simple says the same as you. Callie can sense that he is nervous or something. Austin takes her back to his cottage and she is flabbergasted by it. She secretly falls in love with this mysterious guy. Austin takes care of her and they spent every moment with each other. One rainy, dreadful day, Austin was sleeping, but Callie was hungry. She was too weak to hunt, so she scavenged the grounds, looking for food. Callie came across a bush with the reddest berries you have ever seen. She was fascinated by them and soon finds herself eating away. When Callie returns to the cottage, she feels very funny, and Austin notices. Callie drifts into a deep sleep and can hear the voices in her head telling her to stay away from the light. Callie realizes that the voice belongs to Austin, but its to late. Callie wakes up in a hospital bed, with her mother by her side. She sits up and asks where Austin went, and her mother doesn’t know what she is talking about and tells her it was just a dream. Callie believes her mother and when she asks her what had happened, her mother tells her she jumped off the pier and hit her head on the rocky floor of the shallow water. Her mother was just about finished talking when the doctor comes in. “Oh, Dr. Fay, its good you’re here. Callie thinks she was lost in the woods for months and she keeps calling out this boy’s name, but I have no idea what she is talking about. Is this normal?”. “Oh very normal, but Ms. Mabel, I’m going to have to ask you to step outside.” Dr. Fay explained. And so when Callie’s mother stepped out of the room, the doctor gave Callie a huge smile. “So, what really happened?” She asked when he didn’t say anything. “What do you mean?” he said. “Well, I’m not that stupid; I know that it’s you Austin.” Callie was beginning to yell. “Believe what you want Callie, no one will believe you.” That was the last thing he said before Austin Fay, the love of my life, walked right out on me.

Please read and review this story (its not finsished)? CANOE I love the outdoors. Everyone I know thinks I’m weird, everyone I know hates the outdoors, and in fact just about anyone hates the outdoors. The year is 2102 and a nice big forest is rarer than a four leaf clover. All anyone does is sit inside and shun themselves from the great outdoors. I am different; I love everything and anything to do with the outdoors. My favorite thing is to canoe. Just about anywhere you go, you can canoe. The world has been rapidly flooding itself over the last few years for reasons generally unknown. If you were to look at a current world map, you would see just about everything in blue spare for a few small islands. These few small islands that scatter the earth are some of the once were mighty mountain ranges including the Rockies and the Himalayas. These islands densely support what is left of the world population. There are virtually no animals left as we have destroyed all of their homes. The world has become a terrible place to live for outdoorsmen like me. The only forest I have ever been to has long since been destroyed. I mistakenly wandered their as a young boy at age five. It was the most amazing place I have ever seen, wanted to live their just like the animals did in the stories I’ve heard of them, I still do not understand why man has destroyed one of the most beautiful things put on this earth. Mankind is the only species who takes more than needed, we are the only species who uses a system of currency, we are the only species with government, we are to smart for our own good. If we were just like any other animal and we didn’t desire so many things and take what was not ours, this would be a much better place to live. We do not need to destroy the homes of billions of animals; we do not need to do any of these things. I often wish that we were like the animals and we had simple homes in the forest and no desires for unnecessary objects. I wish we had a life of complete freedom without all the complication. Since the flooding of the earth their have been some major changes. The most noticeable change is the transportation. Any form of car and oddly enough any boat has become history when it comes to transportation. The only way anybody gets around anymore is by aircraft. Planes are the new car. Everyone owns at least one and every kid is getting their license for one. I think I am correct in saying I own one of the last boats on this planet with my canoe. Oil is almost completely gone from this planet. Oil makes kerosene. Planes run on kerosene. Any day now we will be out of any kind of fuel. The world will shutdown when this happens, people don’t have the common sense to go out and walk anywhere, they rely on their planes. I will not be affected by this, I do not own a plane, my feet and my canoe take me to where I want to go. The whole world depends on their planes to get food, mail, to work. Everybody is going to be stranded without their planes. The world will end without oil. Today I went out to a nice spot and paddled my canoe into the middle of calm waters. I brought my fishing pole with me; this is the one animal that has managed to thrive after the human’s reign of terror and destruction. The world is flooding after all so it’s only natural that the sea creatures would thrive. Fishing is easy and provides me with my main source of food. Nobody gets their own food, they don’t hunt or fish or anything. They all take their planes to stores and get all the fake food they want. Nobody eats food from animals anymore besides fish, there are no more animals to provide for us so all the food is fake. I caught three large bass today. I picked up my paddle and row my canoe back to shore. I return to my small home to cook my meal. I sit in my kitchen cleaning my bass with my old fashioned radio playing. My radio (which is considered a very old and outdated object to most people) is the most modern thing in my home. There are no radios shows, whatever new shows are on television are also broadcast to radios. I am not paying to much attention when I hear a loud statement; “Our oil is gone!” the speakers voice repeated it once more as he went into an in depth story. The world was at a halt, for all but me. It will take people a while to realize what had happened. They will go outside to their planes and fly somewhere until their fuel is gone. They will try to go to a refill station only to see that it is closed. Then people will realize that their fuel is actually gone. People will be deserted in their homes with no way to get anywhere. They will eventually use all their resources and then they go hungry. People will starve to death. This is how the world will end unless mankind can learn to survive. While almost every other person on this planet is in a chaotic panic, I go about my day like any other. The most amazing thing is the way that people act like everything will be fixed. I see many people eating all the food they want thinking it will be replenished, they are wrong. In just a week or two the effects of the disaster will really start to kick in. It will be interesting to see if people try to live. Will they just sit there not trying to sole the problem and slowly die? I will find out in soon enough. It has been four days since the disaster. I took my canoe out to sea to fish. As I return to land with my catch, I see a man running toward me. The man has a large club; he is wildly swinging at it as he yells slurred curses at me. He strikes me in my stomach, I fall to the ground. The man picks up my fish and begins to run. I pick up my paddle and pursue him. I meet up with the man with a sharp jab to the back of his head with my paddle. He stumbles and turns around just in time for me to send another blow to his face. This time he is out cold. I suddenly feel bad for the man, I take one of my fish I caught and lay it on his chest for him to find later. Apparently word of my actions has spread. The next day I have three people show up at my house requesting food. I gladly share with them not thinking of the consequences. The next day over twenty people came to me for food. I cannot share with all of these people. I told them that I would show them all to fish and even provide them with polls. This idea is not popular with them; the people do not want to work for their food. They want their food given to them. I can not fish for myself and an entire city, it is not possible. The next few days I try my hardest to provide people with food. It is not an easy task, when people are given what is necessary for their survival they simply complain and want more. I am getting tired; I need a way to get these people to provide for themselves. I have a plan to go into hiding simply for one day and see if people respond. I wake up early one morning and get into my canoe. I paddle for hours off into the sea. At nightfall I do not know how many miles I have gone. I lean back in my seat, and sleep. I wake at sunrise and I pick up my paddle to return home. As my home comes into view I see something odd. There are several buildings burning. Just one day of me gone and the whole town has turned crazy. I must stop this; I cannot be depended upon the whole town’s survival.

WoW mini gold guide - how to make gold.? I've designed my own little gold guide for WoW, it was initially just a reply to someone's question, but i thought i may as well share it here with all you people. Please star if you think this is a good little guide. I hope this helps anyone who needs help making gold. Okay, this is a big question that everyone wants to know. And i've found the best way to get money is to pick up mining/herb and skinning. So, get yourself either mining or herbalism. These professions are great! As your playing you will find plants/nodes to pick/mine or you can go on a big hunt for them over the course of a day. Sell all the herbs you pick/ore you mine and smelt on the auction house... A tip for selling, check what everyone else is selling the same thing for and sell for a little bit less than the lowest one. e.g. > Here's a example list of people selling saronite 1 > 20 for 50g 2 > 20 for 50g 3 > 20 for 45g 4 > 20 for 47g 5 > 20 for 44g You would want to sell a stack of 20 for 40-43g, this way you know it's going to sell, and your still getting nearly just as much money as everyone else. If you put your stuff on the auction house at top dollar, everyone's going to buy other people's stuff instead of yours. So keep your prices low, but not too low! With mining, always sell your stuff as bars (smelt from ore) as they will sell a lot better, the only people that buy ore are miners that can't be bothered going out and mining the stuff and they want to level from smelting instead, and not many people do that. Besides, bars are more useful to more people. Also pick up skinning as your second profession. The reason being is sure Herb and mining are the 2 best money making profs in the game, however, you can only track one at a time. If you get mining/skinning or herb/skinning then you can kill things, loot them (potentially get greens/blues from them and sell more stuff) and skin them. You will still be getting money, but a lot easier. Another way to get gold in WoW is buying and reselling things on the Auction House. Doing things such as buying blue/epic items that people are selling way too low, and resell them for a more normal price. I've made hundreds of gold this way! If you really want to make some dough, just look on the auction house and find the things that people are selling for the most gold. Track them down with thottbot.com and go and farm for those things, then resell them on the auction house. Another good way (if your level 80) is to do daily quests, they give you around 20g a quest and you can do up to 25 in a day. If you do all of them, then 25x20=500g. You could make 500g a day from doing simple and easy daily quests.

Is the book "Twilight" poorly written and overall bad? Ive heard a decent argument which I agree with, and here it is. In the last few years, the book "Twilight" by Stephenie Meyer has become overwhelmingly popular among the general population, teenagers especially. The book is about a whiny teenage girl named Bella that willingly moves to the town of Forks, Washington, then complains about it for chapters on end. This continues until she meets a boy named Edward, who turns out to be a sparkling vampire that could crush her skull at any given moment. The story drags on about how "perfect" he is for a total of four 500 page books. But why protest "twilight", you ask? Let’s break it down into three categories: poor writing, unhealthy relationships, and shallow excuses for love. POOR WRITING. Meyer writes at an amateur level- constantly abusing a thesaurus with shameless purple prose. She takes simple, elementary sentences and stuffs them with an overabundance of modifiers. Example: "His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday’s hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. He lay perfectly still in the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare. His glistening, pale lavender lids were shut, though of course he didn’t sleep. A perfect statue, carved in some unknown stone, smooth like marble, glittering like crystal. " There are 69 words in that short excerpt; 18 of which are adjectives/adverbs; 5 of which are synonyms for the same word: sparkling. The word "murmur" alone is used 46 times. Nice way to use imagination instead of repetitiveness, right? Meyer’s constant massacre of words is a fast way to fill up pages, but leaves absolutely no room for plot, character development, or any kind of quality. RELATIONSHIPS. Edward and Bella have an obvious abusive relationship, which Meyer condones and even celebrates as an ultimate form of romance. However there’s nothing "romantic" about stalking and abuse. An abusive relationship is characterized by jealousy, sexual coercion, verbal abuse, control games, and power plays. Twilight proudly displays all of these. Examples: -Edward is jealous of Jacob, to the tune of actively preventing her from having even a friendship with him. Abuse red flag number one. -He bribes his sister to put Bella under house arrest while he is gone, so as to keep her under a watchful eye. -Edward isolates Bella from her friends, and encourages her to leave them, calling them "shallow", then abandons her. At that time, he tells her "you aren’t good enough", in blatant disregard for how this is going to hurt her. In abandoning her, he forbids her best friend- Alice- from seeing her. -"I couldn’t live without you." Edward attempts suicide over Bella, telling her beforehand that he’s planning on doing so. Control tactic. -Edward encourages Bella to lie to her father about seeing him, and furthermore sneaks around Charlie’s back in order to see Bella after curfew and before Charlie knew about the relationship. -Edward frightens Bella unnecessarily with his vampirism but does not take steps to ensure her safety. He constantly reminds her that if he wanted to, he could crush her, and she wouldn’t have a chance. -Edward does not allow Bella to make her own decisions or to disagree with him. In the beginning of New Moon, Edward hides, takes, or destroys all her possessions that are associated with him. -Edward takes Bella’s belongings that are associated with him in an effort to control her healing process. But Bella is in charge of how she deals with the loss. -Edward watches Bella while she sleeps (during entire nights, weeks at a time). Even before Bella is aware that he is doing so. A violation of privacy. Not only is it an abusive relationship, it’s an unrealistic one based on the fantasies of Meyer herself. Bella and Edward’s relationship is based widely on how they look and how their breath smells. They’re both extremely shallow. Not only that, but after knowing Edward for only a few days, Bella claims to "love" him. She has no idea who he is, what he’s like, or what his personality is (too bad the reader never finds out either). Yet somehow she starts to revolve her entire life around him in an unhealthy fit of obsession. When he leaves her in the second book, her life falls apart and she tries to commit suicide. After this happens, Meyer makes no effort to discourage this behavior as something unreasonable, but as something that will be effective. What does this teach young girls? That their lives depend on their boyfriends? That nothing else in their lives should matter as much as their relationship? Some young, impressionable teenage girls that read these books have started to believe that this is the "perfect" relationship. This should not only concern parents, but disturb them. COMMON ARGUMENTS. -Edward didn’t mean to hurt her. But he did hurt her. We can’t r