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I can't believe they (you) chose a mokume gane ring! (Okay this doesn't belong here, sorry) What I really liked was that Bay found the right ring.

I'm going to miss Zoltan I'm sure, but hey there is a story to tell about the other Z building schools in Ugands of all countries, I'm just saying.

I could almost hear the 'good sounds' and taste the food... Very nice chapter, wolfie.

Aww there is enough stuff of him, with little half smiles too, without contamination.

Good to know, my teacher said sampoñas are a subgroup of the pan flutes, but I'm always happy to learn something new. And yes Z. is absolutely right, whether it's called pan flutes, sampoñas, nai or whatnot I will definitely run.

I think this is a very unique approach and something most reviewers don't see like you do, otherwise they wouldn't speak to the author directly in their reviews, like so many do. I write reviews to communicate with an author, give them feedback or encourage them. Feedback as in telling them what I like and what I didn't like, in a polite way of course. I also write for the readers, naturally, if there are readers who actually read reviews before they start to read the story. I never do that because I want make up my own mind, like to learn what is behind an intriuging title, or just because I'm curious. As an author reading about mistakes I made, or I might have made in the eyes of a reviewer doesn't make me happy. If it is justified, I repair it, if it isn't justified I take in a deep breath and try to discuss it with said reviewer. The perks of writing in/for a forum or community. Almost every author I know gets something out of reviews, whether it was the intention of the reviewer or not, so they are for them/us too.

Touching works for me only together with scent. If someone smells good I like their touch and sometimes even get the tingling sensation, otherwise it makes me jump out of my skin. Haircut is bad, it always stinks of weird hairproducts and uh...scissors are bad too.

Now I'm hearing pan flutes and bagpipes. Together! Yikes!

Without coffee I wouldn't find the shower in the morning, so dope first, then water and as long as nobody talks to me before my first coffee I'm nice. When I run I'll shower in the evening.

Happy birthday Jo Ann!

Happy birthday Cia!

Nah, never had any problems. Tats are mostly well hidden, if I'd showed them at work I would be in trouble, and not because of the tats. Until some years ago I had waist long hair, my boss had no problems with that, as long as it was braided, only for safety reasons though, working in a lab and all.

We have many buskers here and I have to admit every time I hear a pan flute I run. Yikes. But we also had this little old man in a wheel chair who played the violin so beautifully you could weep. We even looked for him sometimes when we were in the city and were very sad when we heard he passed away.

Ah, you retaliate for munching on your men by munching on fish. Very patriotic.

Happy belated birthday Mike! Sorry for the lateness but I traipsed around some mountains when this thread came up.

You're welcome. The alto-sax and the piano are my favorite instruments.

Thanks for the info, although the winner of September 2012 was a bit much, seeing that I am planning to be in some pools during the next couple of days.

Is there a Golden Raspberry Award for ads?

This is where I get my annual fix: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLeGKYzb9io and at the same festival http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSX-7540FY8 The last video is a bit blurred.

Yes, yes I hum it all day in summer and I am very glad you can't hear me. Louis Armstrong & Ella Fitzgerald "Summertime" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sSbARvfQQRs

Summer is just taking a breather so it can be perfect on Sunday.

Yes, yes you did it! Great start!

Yes exactly, can't wait. August 10-13 before dawn. Bourbon With water ( shudder) or And water like in and beer? Pampers Splashers Type B. Right? AKA bikini pants for bears

Eating ice cream for breakfast, enjoying my first coffee walking barefoot through the garden, watching shooting stars in August.

The Hungarian Lecsó. Yum! *runs and buys veggies*