Ron

This just in The Boston Globe about William Shatner showing up at Fan Expo Boston August 7-9, a free to read article: Still Trekking.

@Zombie Thanks for the video. But I'm not sure I have 21 minutes to kill.

Goodness! I haven't even begun to read anything and there's optional 'games' to deal with? I'll pass.

Nah, you're way out in the boonies. While here on the glorious East Coast of MA we'll be getting a predicted couple of inches of precipitation through to Saturday along with temps in the 80's. With the exception of one day the rain is expected to come in daylong drizzles (one's day will be dreary for .2" of rain, ugh). But @drsawzall is right in that our state is in a state, as it were, of drought. We need the rain, just not all at once.

According to Neal deGrasse Tyson the rate at which your fingernails grow is about the speed that continents drift across Earth's surface.

Eleven plus two = 13 Twelve plus one = 13 The thirteen letters that spell 'eleven plus two' when rearranged will also spell 'twelve plus one.' That is one crazy factoid!

This is helpful not only for locating stories to read but also deciding which category one's own story might land in (or not land at all).

I was just poking fun because the Sunday blog had been up for several days. Not for any other reason, Bill. I hadn't seen anything that had to do with Cia at that point. But thanks for including that information.

Hmm! I may not be one of the 'originals' that you mention but I've been here a good long time (I've followed {informally} your post(s) as offered). Despite my attempt at yanking your chain, it's good to find you chiming in.

Ahem. Excuse me... It's nearly Tuesday. As pleasant as skinny dipping can be might there be something new ready for posting? What?!!! No? Somebody must have something -- please!

Why, yes, Steve I have been skinny dipping. Thanks for asking. Once upon a time in a far, far away place called Lorain, Ohio there was a Gay bar called Lambda Bar (I know, how original). This was the first Gay bar I ever set foot into. As time and distance works its magic I have lost touch with all of the people I met and used to hang with, including the so-called boyfriends (one lasted for 5 years). Now, back to the topic of skinny dipping: Occasionally on the weekends, during the summer, a group of inebriated Gay men would get into their various vehicles and drive 8.5 miles and park across from the Ford plant in Avon. There we had to traverse railroad tracks to get to a sandy beach on Lake Erie. Then all involved would shuck our clothing and dip into the lake, drunk. In hind sight it was not in our best interests. The po-po (that's police jargon) could have stopped and arrested all of us -- for trespassing (railroad ownership); drunk driving; and skinny dipping. I'm unsure which would have been the greater offense (I mean some of us were not in good shape what with this being back in the 80's before gym culture took hold ). Anyhoo, we never got caught and nobody drowned, so I'd call that having had a good time.

So... Science Fiction it is! This genre seems to meet most of the suggestions presented above with a minor adjustment or two or three to fit the 'needs' of whichever audience you intend to reach. I suppose it's a good thing I'm working on... well, I don't want to give it away just yet.

I assume it's much more nefarious. When you don't see the adds you breath a sigh of relief. Then the adds pop up again and think 'Oh!'. Then it's rinse and repeat.

As children my brother and I were taken camping several times each summer. We had a state park just outside of our village where one rented camping spots, and there was water and electric hookups for camper-trailers. Yes, the bathrooms were outhouse style but there were urinals and three toilets where your 'business' would land in a soupy swamp below. There were outdoor showers and then there was the lake and a sandy-shored swimming area, with lifeguard. This was back in the 1960's and sounds so much more glamorous than @wildone's style of camping. So, as kids it was fun as a lot of various family members on my father's side would also go camping with us. I haven't been camping since I entered my teenage years [Note: my sister arrived when I was nine-years-old and we didn't camp when she was little so I suppose that was actually the end of camping]. I do not miss it as an adult. Not one bit.

Just what the Dr. ordered for a Saturday night ... Adam Lambert has a new release out simply named: Adam. Here for your entertainment is EAT U ALIVE (yes, every song is all caps on this one).