Cynus

I was lucky enough to live in the Seoul area for two years, and I almost instantly became aware of how amazing a well-run public transportation system can be. It's phenomenal how easily it can be done in a city, and I know I would never own a car if I lived in Seoul again. Here in Salt Lake City, the public transportation is dismal, and it needs to be better. I would love to sell my car and not have the extra expense of its use, but I can't do that here. I see the point about rural transportation, however, which is an excellent place to have your own vehicle. Same Q

A very merry day of existence to you.

Since I've already answered this question, I'll add another answer and then change it. One of my good friends and I got into a nasty argument at the end of nearly three years of growing tension between us. The argument reached a particularly volatile point and then the tension suddenly snapped. We simply stood there, staring at each other as if the moment was frozen in time as our minds raced backward to all the years of friendship we'd built up before any of this had begun, and it was as if we shared a light bulb moment. At the same time we came together and embraced for the first time in years, and we started to put it behind us. We're back to being as strong of friends as ever, and it wouldn't have happened without that defining moment. Although it wasn't happy at the time, I can't help but look back on that day with a wide smile. It was the day we broke free, and freedom is always a cause for happiness. New Question: How do you feel about public transportation vs. private transportation?

I came up with a new saying just the other day, actually. "I use sarcasm to fight through the pain". It was a joke at the time, but it's quite true of me in general. The person below me wishes their city had better public transportation.

Well, would you look at that. I totally DID know that! The person below me thinks that being a smart ass is essential to having fun in life.

Depends on what you mean by package... The person below me adores sexual innuendo.

I've seen all the episodes of every series except TOS. Sure, though I actually think I'd prefer Deep Space 9 over the Enterprise. I've always preferred being at a cultural hub than exploration. The person below me owns several Trek series.

Yes. He's my favorite captain, and he drinks my favorite tea. The person below me wonders how anyone could possibly dislike Star Trek.

True. I don't watch tv at all unless it's Netflix. The person below me is glad they're no longer in high school You were raised correctly.

Proud of it. The person below me has never seen Star Trek.

Not any better than the average person. The person below me speaks three or more languages.

I've worked in restaurants my whole life. Almost opened one of my own, once upon a time, but didn't want the hassle. The person below me has their own business.

I happen to agree with you completely. See, the way Ashes of Fate started out was as a method for linking my short stories together. I didn't even think of the ramifications of that until after I put all my characters in a big group and realized that they were all men. Peter was the only biological exception, and now even he's male... I think when I first started the series I was scared of writing female characters. I'd only really done it once before, in "Is Love a Miracle?" and I wasn't comfortable adding one in later because the dynamic between those already in the story was already so strong. But yeah, it's bitten me a few times for those decisions, but all I can do now is learn from them and make sure my future stories have a stronger balance of roles. "The Navigator" at least has a strong male and female cast, and the sequel will hopefully match up to that. I'm glad you like the story despite its faults. Thank you for the review.

Micah’s senses slowly began to return to him. The first sense to return was touch, as he felt the smooth walls of his confinement. The walls were tight around him all on sides but one, but it didn’t feel claustrophobic, it felt natural. He stretched himself out farther, forming a hand and arm which reached up and touched the smooth surface. It was glass, as if he were inside a giant test-tube. He slowly formed the rest of his human body, carefully stretching arms and legs out and testing the

I clicked on this topic almost at random, but I'm glad I did. I thoroughly enjoyed the film. Thanks for sharing.

No, but I dated a girl once who felt that way. She could even purr. The person below me just woke up.

I'm the naughtiest there is. I'm the devil, after all. The person below me is always upset when they miss a response made for them in this game. Earl Grey tea is my absolute faaavorite! Especially London Fog style.

It's one of my favorite hobbies. The person below me is an internet addict.

Welcome, Kannith. Welcome, Luke. Welcome, Lou.

She was maintaining her distance, staying just out of sight from the procession of soldiers and prisoners hiking through the woods. Peter could sense her on the edge of his consciousness as she shadowed them with stealth and cunning, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. He was glad the tigress hadn’t been captured along with the rest of them, as it was the best chance any of them had for rescue. He tried to split his mind between his link with the tigress and listening in on the conv

Usually I like to draw it out across a few weeks, but I've been known to do so. No, but my sister did, and she one a number of local Hula Hoop competitions. The person below me likes poetry.

In a forest on a summer day, With pouring rain and skies of grey, He held me close and spoke to me, Of dreams which could, but would never be. I'll let you make what you can of that. Same Q

A very merry day of existence to you.

Nope. Had coffee with a friend and her new boyfriend, wrote 3500 words, and came to work. Plan to write another 2000 when I get home tonight, at least. Hopefully I'll actually finish the chapter. The person below me lets it get to them when they make simple mistakes.

Freshly baked cinnamon rolls. A few times a year my mother would make them, and it was some of the happiest moments of my childhood. Same Q.