Topher Lydon

My precious story... Stoker's ... It's like, ok sit still and be tied up. "I ain't bein' tied up, sorr." No no, you're bait. "Likes 'ell I is." NO STOKER sit still and wait your... why are you... oh gods... what did you do? "I tolds y' I ain't bait." :: face plams and stares at the ruins of a carefully laid plot arc :: you utter wanker. "I ain't sorry." I know... I know... oh I bloody know you're not.

GARRET That one... That one deserves a HOT ROCK in a very hot place next to a certain dictator from a certain war with a funny moustache. Oh that's going to be a rough one to write. That one was a wrecking ball through what was my life at the time. He was my ex-husband. And a mistake I ... yes... ok... That's an Ottawa Tale. Ok, I can certainly do that, but that's not a short one, nor is it pretty.

In Eastbourne, that was Kevin. Hands down. In my life, that was Wil, took him FIVE YEARS just to say "I love you" Drove my Mum nuts... "That boy will NEVER marry you!" (She HATED him) to this day I talk to Wil. One of the biggest supporters I have ever hand when it comes to my writing. Will Carter's namesake, and the basis for Andrew's character. i will write about him, if that's what you want. But be warned it is a tale of ... it's a weird one. Filled with musicians, rivalry between bands ala Scott Pilgrim, and snow... A F-tonne of SNOW...

That's the one, gods I remember the smells of that pub, and the two sets of landlords there. I knew a few hotel managers, dated a couple as well. I was there in 97-98(99), scrawny, scruffy guy with glasses surrounded by an army of Lesbians that wouldn't let any guy anywhere near their "pet" gay boi. Man the amount of guys they chased off... And I remember that expression as well, "God's Waiting Room" used it a time or two myself! Remember this one guy, Ed, he was my brother's boss, he was assistant manager of a hotel down near all the antique shops close to the police station. Lovely guy, and very kind. I just wan't in the headspace at the time to realize what was up and what was down.

Ha, they're Older than Stoker is. Let me tell you about Wil *the* ex's guitar picks... here I am YEARS after we were dating, and I have moved CONTINENTS, and somehow... SOMEHOW I still find his damn guitar picks in the oddest places and things. That's what I get for dating a musician and lowkey rockstar. We're talking waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay down the list, local level but was on the TV a few times. Ha, he used to come home proud as anything bragging about it, and I'd smile and nod, and ask him not to leave sheet music all over my apartment. OMG I still have his sheet music... man I am just the worst

I will follow this up with a Tales from Ottawa, and a Tales from Cambodia. Jimmy has a few stories, a fair few adventures. This is therapeutic for me, as I need a break after writing my daily Watcher's chapters, which are HEAVY and complex (in a wonderful way) writing something light and comedic also lets me look back over my rather disastrous love life HA! understatement of the Cent... um... two Centuries man I am old.... Tell you what, ask one question and I will write tomorrow's chapter on it, any subject you want to know regarding my adventures in terrible, manic, and crazy dating... You each get one

Which reminds me of a D&D story My friend Fletch, BIG BIRD, and the elemental plane of Bacon.

For you, dearest Doctor, I will have one... The aggregate of Chicken... The Static Stream is a KFC restaurant, nothing else, just the restaurant. Where the original colonel still holds court. You know The Bride is going to rob that place blind.

Five Aggregates, five Static streams. you've met at least two of the holders, possibly a third. By where I am Chapter 17 of book two, only 3 have been revealed. Two left. Idea, Matter, Self... Buddhist Ideals I've played around with a bit. You have seen every single Static Stream so far. As for Factions, the Kulai, The Stalkers, The USMC-X, the Council, and the Sylerikon. All of which have been mentioned up to this point in the book. There may be more. You should see the Happy Hippos, and then there is the obligatory Taco Bell faction.

It is an awful, but fun habit of mine. I swear I don't do it on purpose. I just collect things that people leave, or lend and never ask back. or gift to me. I am looking across my living room now at at least four of them in sight. One of them is a little stuffed dragon that I earned twenty six years ago, and is still sitting on a shelf. He's been around the world with me, and is one of the oldest personal items I own. (I have a pair of two hundred year old Spectacles on that shelf, so you know, not the oldest thing in my house)

Jimmy was a bit broken, and he knew it. Nothing surprising, child abuse survivor, neglected kid, never could quite make things work with the people he fell in love with. Everytime he tried he always seemed to just miss. He was perpetually just that guy on the edge of happiness, of being a boyfriend, or pulling himself out of the mess that was his life. Thoughts of Kevin happened a lot on those days, not having a phone of his own (neither landline nor mobile) he was dependent on knowing wher

Eli is again, a stand out character. The depth you have given him in this chapter goes a long way to explaining why he doesn't give up. I am scared that the guy he was talking about was Rowan.

Sorry mister editor, boss man, sir

I like also in this chapter, that the Aggregate of Idea is beginning to wake up inside Hugo. Those flashes of insight, his sudden subconscious mastery of languages...

The Promise, one of my all time favourite films.

And Stoker wants to remind everyone that HE is very much that prize, thank ye muchly, now where's me bleedin' Sandwich?

I did for nearly twenty years. I am a fully certified and accredited University Professor. I've worked for Jinan University, Moscow State University, and the University of Prishtina, amongst others. I love teaching. It was a calling. And I miss my lectern.

Well.. err... Hugo can be a little blinker-blind... so I wouldn't say *never*... much to Stoker's very long suffering annoyance. Museums... they are like kyptonite to a little reedy academic boy who has never seen anything like the Smithsonian...

Dale Thorburn, he was a mountain of a man. Him and his assistant coach, Gordi, were amazing in their time. Legends at our school. Dale was a bit of a dick off the ice, always somewhere else. But when it came to his team, his boys, he was a fierce beast of a man. I have seen that man snatch victory from defeat in exactly this way. I've said before, my first job was working at that hockey rink, I was a Hockey official, Goal judge and a trainee referee. I worked directly for Gordi and Dale. And they helped make this scrawny Brit, into a man. Andrew (real name Matt) was a legend as well... and the kindest, most loving guy. And I was, ... am... damn it... am a puck bunny

Told you last Chapter that Stoker NEVER does what he's told, even by me.

Citadel - Æuum – Delta Site It was a spectacle. A diverse mix of species and travelers from different eras had gathered in the galleries around the imposing arena, all looking like they belonged as guests of the enigmatic stalkers. Crowds had come from across the streams, their conversations a hum of different languages and dialects, a discordant symphony echoing off the obsidian-like walls of the Citadel. The arena itself was a masterpiece o

Matt, Matt, Matt... Matt "I'm straight but my boyfriend is gay" Matt... Stubborn, refused outright to tell anyone that we were dating, even though he would be the one to demand dates... out in public, in front of the same people he'd flatly deny he was gay in front of... give him a beer and woops sloppy drunk. He was 16, I was 17, it was still illegal in the UK to be gay under 21 back then. But, you know, screw it right? Matt and I continued to see each other regularly, he'd be over on a Friday night like clockwork, Vietnam movie... oh look at the time, can I sleep over... oh no look what happened... but I am totally straight. Poor guy, again, too young to really have worked anything out. I was a passenger along for the ride in that one. I eventually stopped seeing him, it got too hard having an almost relationship with someone who simply wasn't out of the closet nor had any intention of ever coming on. That and oh boy was his best friend a grade A bitch to me... He ended up moving away a few months later, off to Gurnsey. And me, well, you know who was waiting patiently for me to stumble back to that grin, and those eyes... Damn Kevin ALWAYS won.

Lesbians, not something a gay story really wants to start out with, but here we are. Let me start by saying Lesbians, on the whole, are just awesome people. Sure we can all get a bit intimidated by women like Sue, six foot tall, built like a linebacker, volunteer firefighter, and genuine all around bad-ass. I loved Sue, she was like a dad, best friend to everyone, leader of the pack... and just someone you look up to. You will never want for a more loyal person in your corner, and whoa bet

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