KJames

Congratulations!

Com, don't worry about not having posted a new chapter recently...Jesse 101 has been entertaining, as a filler, and the last chapter on the werewolf story (sorry, read a lot today, titles all blending together until I sleep) was much appreciated. I'm looking forward to your upcoming work on GFD, but I know you also have to eat and take care of other things, too.

And, to be fair, the airlines have been slowly adding seats to all classes of service over the last few years..."to maximize revenue per flight" or some such BS.....

I don't mind the baggy, loose fit, I was talking about the guys that purposely buy oversized so they can have them fall off in the middle of the crosswalk...one guy had that happen, and fortunately it was on the other side of the intersection away from me, I busted a gut laughing at him....the dumb shithead...

We went from a flourescent box in the kitchen ceiling to recessed cans (dimmable flourescents), but the track light has to be replaced with another track due to construction elements within the condo.

And one mustn't forget pants that are way to big, to the point that they're ready to fall of one's ass...showing more boxers than an orgy... If the kids today want to dress like someone fresh out of prison who isn't used to wearing a belt anymore, then why don't they go to prison first?!?!?!?

If memory serves, that would be the Frank that we were reading of JP's exploits with back in Be Rad! and Summer Love...wouldn't it, Mark? (Mouse's Uncle?)

Ditto. I may be 'enthusiastic' with my reading speed, but waiting gives me that much more to look forward to.

I hate the shopping stereotype, too, CJames...my earliest memories of shopping were day-long affairs being driven all over the county because my grandmother wanted to 'comparison-shop'...then drive all the way across the county back to the first place she saw it at... My 'skill' at shopping consists of nothing more than good luck--I walk into a sale, more often than not, and buy what I need that can take advantage of it. I also am not 'track-lighting-friendly' as the track lighting in our front hallway has on fixture that has lost contact with the track, and we have to replace the whole thing now (it was put in before we moved in, so is seriously out of date), and we have more stuff hanging on the walls to illuminate than it could accomodate... Isn't that just a bit extreme? He did, after all, have a good, dramatic 'bitch' going...

David, DO get well soon. And remember, the recommended dose for Viagra is ONE!!!

Okay...

I knew you were talented! Like you, I hate the label more than the attribute, but I also love to laugh at myself! Religion and 'Societal Politeness' have made it almost obligatory to be glum, morose, and so sour as to make even Quakers look like they'd be having a good time in comparison.

Lacey came up with a "Survivor" show...<HACK!><HACK!><UUUUURP!>~cat spits hairball!~

Seems like the 'in' thing for aquariums to have, butterfly display in the late spring to mid-summer, and lorikeets the rest of the time... Of course, Long Beach's Aquarium of the Pacific occaisionally has displays of live sharks--out of the tank--when vandals strike...last time was a few years ago...one of my friends almost got fired, but the timing of the sharks put them out of the tank during the previous shift, so someone else got the axe for not making their rounds and patrols.

I couldn't find olympic coverage as a show in my area, unless it was clips on the news...and what's left in prime-time now? Right. "Reality" TV. Bleh. The networks can take their "reality" and sh*ve it. I want entertainment! So....what's on that's really, really good at entertaining?? And don't say, "Survivor XXII," "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire," or "Dancing With the Stars XXV," or I might have to have the cat give you a hairball...

Gay stereotype? Gimme my jeans and a t-shirt, underwear and crew socks...velcro shoes...I've never been a slave to 'fashion' (a fancy word meaning: Noun. Clothing with a suitably high price to scare off those who wouldn't be caught dead in them.)

Seth, from Desert Dropping, by Dom Luka or, 6'8" tall Jake Maxson and his 6'1" boyfriend, too, from another recent e-fiction story... (the tall guys are worth the climb )...I Think I'm in Trouble, by jjptex or, The Twin clones from Dreams of Humanity/Dreams of a Father by dkstories, or, The Twins from one of the other stories on here where they both fell in love with the same guy and it worked out as a two-on-one relationship, (I think it was one of Krista's) but, Brad & Robbie, Matt & Derek, the muscular guy, Casey, all sound hot, too! But I still think getting loved by a set of twins, or triplets, would be one of the most exciting experiences to have!

Ah, yes...Savikus Tropicus (Latin); Throw the grenade away! (english)

Johnathan, in light of what these fine people have said about it, do the research...considering how many have already passed on (in the range of several tens of thousands), and how many pass each year (I couldn't find a table with strict numeric data, only graphs), as well as how many are living with being infected (approximately 321,000 as of 2000--according to the CDC table I found--and approximatly 145,000 new cases per year), this story might do well to start in current days and flashback to those past eras as recollections or stories told by characters within the story. As far as the cause, it took some time for the 'gummint' to sort it out, but once they figured out it was passed by blood or bodily fluids, it was determined that patient zero was a flight attendant who had gone on an african safari and was bitten by a monkey in a visitors center. That monkey carried simian immunodeficiency virus--it, like avian flu, jumped the species barrier, and he brought his new little friend home to New York, unbeknownst to him. And the rest, as they say, is now history and current events.

Don't forget: John Denver, Plane Crash, off the coast of Santa Barbara/Pacific Grove, California, aged 53y10m12d.

I will say that Billy should have a Happy Birthday! And that's a Royal Decree from this old queen... James -- Are you sure you want some of us to sing? You're either very stupid, very brave, or completely stone deaf!

Hey, Cutie, I just thought of this one--just respond to whoever it was and tell them to stop catching their foreskin in their pants zipper!

You mean the story contains a thread about circumcision?!? OMG! I think I'm gonna faint! So, I'm curious as to how you responded, if at all? Myself? I've been enjoying the story...

We wouldn't have to worry for long--they'd be the one's crashing into mountains because they're busy playing 'chicken' with each other trying to determine who has the more macho (read: lower) IQ. Those same people can't figure out how to turn it on...

Don't date yourself, that places you somewhere above the range of 70-72......you must've been born in the days when ski lifts were just rope pulls yanked uphill by the resident Yetis.