KJames

Okay...

I'm not assuming that Mr. Trust sent Milo to an out of state boarding school...more probably to live with his mother, for additional child support, and public school there, but, Mr. Trust--being the angry, dumb-shit, that he is with money, bought a first-class ticket. Which ticket, as we know, is worth much more than a coach round-trip. Milo gets to the gate, and exchanges the ticket for a roundtrip ticket back the next on the next flight after his scheduled arrival. When he arrives back at the hometown airport, he'll call Nelson or his mom for a pickup and just live with them. With him 'missing' his dad will search the town he sent him to, not locally, and accuse Milo's mother of 'losing' him...etc., etc... He may well try to talk to the Nelsons some more, accusing them of influencing his son, but I doubt that he'll be able to make anything stick once Milo goes 'missing' at his 'destination'.

I thought Seth from DD had blonde hair...?

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...

Opening Credits: Baby Mine - The Bette Midler version from Beaches - although it was first sung to Dumbo by his Mama in Walt Disney's Dumbo the Flying Elephant. Waking Up: William Tell Overture First Day Of School: March of the Marionettes (most recognizable as the old theme from The Alfred Hitchcock hour) Falling In Love: When I Fall in Love - Nat King Cole First Kiss: Somewhere, Over The Rainbow - from The Wizard of Oz Fight Song: Dueling Banjos - or Ravel's Bolero Breaking Up: You're So Vain - Cher. Prom: Alone Again, Naturally - Gordon Lightfoot (?) Life: We All Live In a Yellow Submarine - The Beatles Mental Breakdown: Live and Let Die - from Live and Let Die (the James Bond movie) Driving: I Feel Love - Donna Summer or Freeway of Love - Tina Turner Flashback: Memories - from Cats Getting Back Together: Crazy - Patsy Cline Wedding: Hotel California - The Eagles First Child/Adoption: Unforgettable - Nat King Cole Final Battle: A Medley of the Theme Songs from each of the US Armed Services (might as well make the fight last a while) Death Scene: Holst's The Planets (It's my death scene, I can make it last if I want to) Funeral: It's Been a Hard Day's Night - The Beatles End Credits: Amazing Grace - any good Pipe & Drum corps, with a grand orchestral accompaniment. Note: If someone wants to give me my list with links to an audio track, I'll be happy to edit this and work the links in.

Whose Fault: I'd love to find out what those speedy fingers can do...

James, I didn't know you were into writing horror stories! MikeL, my grandmother had a car like this when I was 2...she's now 89, this year, so I suppose that she bought hers when this lady did--I don't think she had any idea that they were this durable, though, as she's probably had 9 or 10 cars since the mid-1960's.

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!