NotNoNever

My review will be on my blog when I've read them all. However, I was a bit confused that you thought there was no linkage between the bacta and the nanites, so I had a look. It us there in chapter 1. On the other hand, it may just have been a linkage I formalised fir myself, since I've always understood nanites to be either bacterial, or synobacterial. I don't know if you remember all the fuss there was about them four or five years ago when people were terrified of the 'nano soup' that might get unleashed if we weren't careful.

Golly. I've only been in the chatroom once, and then only because there were some people I was famliar with, so I didn't get any of that vibe. However, I understand what you're saying. The way to be gay is to say with dismay everything with extreme dislike for everything, especially what someone else does or likes. But it's not usually a problem on GA. I have no doubt a mod will eventually pick up on this thread, so don't be shy - name them if asked!

That doesn't count. There was no Spike Miligan involved, and it wasn't haggis being batted back and forth. Actually, somebody reminded me today that Mr. Williams would now have somebody to compare notes with - Judy Murray - as they are now the only people to have two children to have each won a grand slam.

Good to hear that, Comsie. Nice to have a bit of the history. Here's to the next ten! I reckon, though, that there is a great big fat lesson there for all current writers. If you rely on the cloud, you might just get your parade rained on from time to time. Always have a back up for your work, offline. I think there's a lot of people who'd be very unhappy if they found out what they were missing had Comicality given up the ghost with the hassles he suffered. Personally, I think we're walking blindly and blithely into data armageddon relying on the cloud so heavily these days. Imagine what life would be like if GA vanished one day, and we couldn't get the work back!

Gotta agree with that. Sheesh, what an interview. I've seen Terry Wogan get more out of Clint Eastwood. Myr's obviously a man of action!

If that doesn't break the rules on pictures on here ... I wanna break some rules with him! I might even break my rule on not watching Dallas. <Has reality check> No, that's never going to happen. It'd be like Hollyoaks on steroids, or more to the point, like haemorrhoids on steroids

I can't believe there are no reviews for this, yet. Mine will be on my blog along with the others for the Anthology when I've finished reading them all.

Aaaaaaand, now that we've got the facts out of the way, do you conspiracy theorists have anything to say?

Naughty me to disagree

Personally, I think the whole idea of there being a beta or an editor is plain ridiculous. There's editors, and that's that. As Mike L says, the author has the last word. The author should use whoever he or she feels is most appropriate within a cohort of editors to the piece being worked upon. That way you can tailor the authorial needs to the available skills. But if anybody seriously believes that there is somebody out there who is going to do spelling only, then they're bonkers. As for grammar, well, there's where it all goes wrong. Grammar can get very close to trajectory at times. And what sensible author is going to send back the comments on why Josh is shagging in chapter seven when he had his bits chopped off in chapter two, and died of secondary infections in chapter four?, on the basis that the reader was asked to 'look at spelling and grammar, but leave the trajectory and coherence to me and the editors, thank you!' Pullleeeze. I think the idea of betas is because of some inherent either fear or snobbery: fear on the part of people who don't believe in the good work they do, sufficiently, to wear the title; snobbery on the part of people who have an overinflated sense of their own importance. In amateur fiction no editor has a say over what gets published and what doesn't. That's for the professional world, and even then they're called commissioning editors. There's nobody on a site such as this who fulfils that role below the level of Myr and probably Cia and a couple of others, i.e. those who decide upon the house style policy and the nomination of Proms and Hosteds. So editor is a very important, but also fairly lowly place in the 'hierarchy'. They just don't get decision making rights. I edit for a couple of people and refer to myself as an editor, partly because, despite many explanations, I don't 'get' the definitions of beta, and; partly because I feel no boundaries when it comes to commenting on things. Send me a script asking for just a spell check and I'll go out of my way to find a hacker to insert a nasty worm into the file when I send it back Any attempt to demarcate between the two, is not an actual demarcation between two, but a division of one, with all the raggedy and bloody consequences, and doomed to fail, or be ignored. But Dark is right. It is very much about a mutual viewpoint and mutual respect. And the editor has to respect the primacy of the writer. If you suggest, and they don't use, get over it, unless it looks earth shatteringly bad. Just remember to be vigilant, and to praise where possible.

For a start, anytime I wasn't a kid. I look back on my childhood and it was just full of strife, mostly at school. Home was OK. I guess if I had to pick one, the best I could would be quite a long period. I met my husband in 1996 and everything has been a whole heap better ever since. I was lying cuddled up to him last night, in the closest thing I get to bliss without a blood pressure issue

I've been motivated to look him up. Underwhelmed. Severely. Complete Hollydude. In fact, I wouldn't bother peeing on him, because, as a clone or an android, I'd expect to be able to get another quite easily. Just another styled child.

I'm beginning to see the indulgence of some rather bizarre fantasies surfacing here!

I kind of asked the question earlier, but now I see I have absolutely no need of the answer! Musical tweeners and pop culture? Blech Anyway, my logicality is wondering why he can't just get his s Zac out and pee on the sting himself? Or is there some reason why the filmmakers need to have a girl do it to a guy, like, um, sensationalism?

I wonder who's gonna be sued for that one? The water sprites, maybe?

<sighs>

That's the problem with systems and regulations amd management of risk and hazard ... the great (British) public will ALWAYS fund a way ti break them. Give a child an unbreakable toy ... he'll have it bits inside an hour. This stuff just is not legislable for. That's why we have personal responsibility. That's why this guy was there ... he was celebrating one of the milestones of adulthood. At 16 he can make babies and be responsible for them, their health, and their safety.. But he needs his hand held on a party bus?

Lol What does one have to do to get one's own emoticon on GA? As for Zac Effron, I'd need to fall over him first, and even then I wouldn't know it was him.

hh5, there is only one word available to counter your arguments, since you seem unwilling to accept personal responsibility for a person going through the world: bollocks. Hold the driver responsible because some idiot endangers his own life? bollocks Expect the driver to sort out a situation by taking his eye of his main task and causing the other passengers to be exposed to greater risk. bollocks. Have every human being commanded to move through the world in pairs so they always have a chaperone to ward off stupidity. bollocks. You seem to want to apply the tenets of a ridiculous legal system to natural justice. Natural justice would suggest that it would not be appropriate for the driver's head to fall off when the kid's head went through the hatch. Natural justice would suggest that it was the kid's head got knocked off. And, oddly, that's what happened. I don't know what constitutes an adult in your part of the world, but in mine it's sixteen years old. So, only one SG needed. I'd suggest you look at the age of criminal responsibility in the Sayreville area. That should indicate if a person is considered responsible for their actions at an early age or not. Sixteen is perfectly sufficient to be able to make judgements about opening a hatch and sticking your head through. Atom Egoyan made a film called the Sweet Hereafter about who is responsible for accidents. The lawyer's pitch (they don't have opinions, btw, they only have a mouth to rent separate from any level of good sense) was that there are no accidents in life, somebody is always responsible by virtue of an act or ommission. A nut is not tightened here, a tree is not cut there, a path is not wide enough somewher. Bollocks stuff like that. I'd advise you to watch it. Egoyan is an extremely good filmmaker. The point is this: The guy was responsible for his own actions. Neither the guard nor the driver shoved his head through the hatch, the guy did. Life taught the person responsible the lesson to be learned, not the driver, not the guard, not the guy who designed the hatch, not the guy who thought up hatches in the first place, not the designer or builder of the bridge who was obviously responsible by not building it high enough to avoid the daily, nay hourly, risk that some idiot in a double height bus would stick his head through a hatch he shouldn't have been, not the guy who mixed the cement, not the guy who laid the asphalt an inch too thick therefore raising the bus up, not the weatherman who forecast the sun coming up in the morning, not the parents who concieved the 16yo, not the grandparents who concieved the children who grew into adults and conceived the child who grew into the guy, not the guy who dug out the iron ore thousands of miles away to be smelted for the steel to build the bus, not the guy who elected the Pope who failed to commune with god to ascertain if such a risk was likely at x o'clock of x day of x month of x year. No. The guy who was a stupid little idiot, like many of us have been, but wasn't lucky enough on this occasion to have got away with it. Now for heaven's sakes, please stop trying to hold the world and everything in it responsible for the individual actions of the world and everything in it, except for when it has a good outcome and the world and everything in it can bugger off and the individual can take the spoils. The guy shoved his head through the hatch. He's dead. That's called cause and effect. End of.

I can't see why the driver can possibly be held responsible. What if he'd taken his attention off the dangerous part, i.e. driving the big heavy moving thing, and crashed and killed several of them? How much bitching would there have been then? People have to take responsibility for themselves to some extent. Chaperone's are all fine and well, but at some point parents have to let their kids go - do you imagine for one second young bobby wanted his daddy along making him look like a dork in front of his mates? The inevitable consequence of letting them have some freedom is that some of them will do something stupid. And, as already said, it's amazingly easy, but most of us manage it. Don't go blaming the driver for the stupidity of an out of control teenager. Nature didn't, and nature didn't punish him either. Nature punished the kid. It was the kid stuck his head above the parapet. It's his parents I feel sorry for.

Mark's one of the good guys, btw. Even if he does write poetry!

There are some. I think Nephylim would be the most prominent. There are differences, as you say. I've just finished reading Lean On Me by ghostofoldtrafford. Now, I don't know if he's British, or not, but he sure has some slippages into British English, despite the fact that he writes a story in American scenery / idiom. Read anything by Johnathon Colurfield and you should be pretty impressed, actually.

There's only one of Ashi, so multitasking will not be required. Just get on and multiple slut as one together

Well, that's what they call evolution.

Shovel. Can't remember the exact circumstances, but I do remember it having something to do with having lost the house shovel in the grass and me trying to find it. My cousin still calls me shovels, which comes from the chant taunt 'the shovel's in the grass'. I had another which was 'ghost', but I have no idea where that came from!