shadowgod

Before you rail on something, it would be nice if you got your facts straight... Stephanie Myer, is not a teenager, was not a teenager when she wrote the first book. Also, I know plenty of teenagers here on GA (I believe you edit for some of them) who write rather well. Certainly you are not saying that just because they are a teenager their stories are not developed, complicated, or whatever you were inferring by your "it shows" statement. I don't particularity care for the twilight series; I find the bulk of what I have seen, or heard, about it contrived (but then what isn't anymore) What I really dislike about your post is how vehemently you attack something that is just meant to be entertaining. Much like those awful christian zealots who panned Harry Potter for its supposed "pagan teachings". Get over it. Get over yourself. Let people be entertained and pan the process in your mind. Or if you absolutely have to, well at least arm yourself with facts. That way you could be at least be taken somewhat seriously.

depends on the individual. As humans we have a higher capacity. We can choose to ignore more base drives, or we can give into them. The argument of what is"natural" or not is circumvent, for just as there are polygamous animals in animal kingdom there is also instances of animals who mate for life. So it comes down to the question... If you have to ask you aren't. Don't look to the natural realm for empirical evidence just accept that you (or your prospective) are not ready to be monogamous and move on. Just because one guy cheats... or you feel the urge to cheat doesn't mean that the whole human race is this way. The logic used to draw this conclusion is flawed. Furthermore we need to get away from shoving everyone into to tidy little boxes. Our complexity makes such arbitrary categorization impossible. What is true for one individual today is not true of another or even the same individual tomorrow. We are ever evolving. Today I may be seeing three guys ... tomorrow I could choose one and decide that he is worthy of all my attention.

Honestly... if you have to ponder this question the reality is that you are not monogamous. If you are you are. If you have to debate the pros and cons the simple answer is you are not.

pretty easy if your just shaving it all off with a whal.... otherwise, probably not really wise to attempt alone

True... with a caveat. I'm not a pirate Also... we could call them out, but what is the benefit of turning a populous on a member? I find it more likely the less attention a person receives the more apt they are to "take their ball and play elsewhere" as it were. This way a persons reservations remain reservations and no false ( or even true ) accusations are thrown at anyone. Sadly this means people will have to interact with a person who is alltogether less than truthful. It is unfortunate, but the only way to learn is through trial and error. Sure we want to protect our friends from disappointment. Ultimately though disappointment is the only thing that can teach who to trust and who to to approach with a measured grain of salt. For the record I approach everyone with a grain of salt. Its nothing personal. I've just been around too long and too many "net people" who have been consistently sick or have suffered some major calamity (ranging from health to legal issues) only to be resurrected at a later date. The net proves to be very soap-operatic like that. I prefer my drama in literature. Hey there is an idea... just approach all people on forums as characters in some large ever-evolving work of meta-fiction. Nothing you get by way of forum posts or blogs is ever 100% genuine anyhow. Everything you see is either distilled to its purest form or dilluted by kneejerk emotion. Somewhere between these two extremes is the true -real- individual but much is lost in our ability to discern context in interactions of a forum based community.

mostly its inconsistencies in whatever their story is. Or sometimes its just too perfect, or too pathetic in their constant want ( or need as it may be) for attention. Whether these parties be frauds or not, I really don't mind I just steer clear of interacting with them in anyway.

I think people need to get over themselves most days and stop trying to push people to adhear to their own sensibilities. Maybe I am crass, or whatever but I don't judge people from hearsay I like to meet them for myself before attempt to "categorize" them in anyway.

it has been officially been over a month since this blog entry. A new one hasn't appeared. I feel like the universe is in flux and nothing is right anymore...

Ive been quiet lately, out of fear of sounding like a wet rag or something lol in truth nothing really has been happening that has been noteworthy. Ive been meeting guys for coffee and what not. Nothing comes of it, most fail the initial inspection and find themselves categorized securely in the friends/acquaintance column. Speaking of, I got a text Friday night semi inviting me to a Halloween party because the guy didn't have anyone else to go with and would not know anyone else there. I would have been up for the jaunt, however I was already using one of my planned two trips to Anaheim for the weekend. He had the nerve to text back asking if I was just sitting at home would I have gone or would I have had "Something better to do". Meh I dunno how to feel about this. It reads far too much drama coming from a guy Ive had coffee with once and gone to the movies with once. Of course, as my luck would have it... the most intriguing guy I have been chatting with is some 2,000 miles away. I can't begin to explain how f**ked/frustrating that is. I guess it is really a moot point as we haven't been chatting that much recently. I'm fighting the urge to link it to the short phone conversation we had. Just screwed timing and well. things happening. Still sucks, but what can I do but reach out for a while until he stops reaching back. I told a friend I was giving up on ever having any sort of relationship. they labeled me a pessimist. Perhaps this is the true. Perhaps I maintain my track record speaks louder than some form of blind optimism that in the end will only lead to me being disappointed and pissed off. Translation: If it happens great! If not, well I wasn't pinning everything on it anyhow so no loss. I call it realisim, but if you still think that approach is "half empty" so be it. Its not my job to cultivate your philosophy, nor amend mine to fit the mold of yours. Transalation: if you do not like my answers stop asking questions. (this could go for a lot of people... yeah it sucks that I am in a position to answer questions and you are not... You are not helping, so just shut up and stay away. We will be far happier this way.) Halloween was a bust... Timing issues and all that. Sunday was better. Met up with Viv and her troupe + Jeff & Thorben for a day at the Disneyland resort. Rides were fun even if viv rode with closed eyes to avoid screaming. She did however offer me a bite if her wiener. I politely declined opting instead for the long cinnamony goodness. Other then some sore legs and feet by the end of the day Sunday was a good day. I think that's it for now. more later Steve

It's a very fickle thing... It takes me a while to fancy a guy, inevitably by that time he's probably gone back to an ex-boyfriend or lives on the other side of the country. I've almost come to expect such conditions to the point where I start talking to a guy I wonder what the end game will be. I dunno what else to put here. I started five times, but end up censoring myself every time. Interesting really when it gets to the point where watch what you do and or say. lol I should do that more some days especially in some forums where I get a little heavy handed. Meh no difference though I haven't been around as much. Maybe because I percieve as everything new being everything that has been said before. I feel dumb this morning. lol It's quiet, in an unsettling way... perhaps I should get out of here and get back to work. Catch you all later.

Just what they say annually members here at GA submit stories and authors in various catagories then are able to vote for for the best of the lot. earning the Story and author a "readers choice" or "members choice" award. past awards 2006 2007 2008 2009 ... well we will have to wait and see.

Make four more posts and you have the run of most of the site. welcome to GA Chris Steve

Ive always hated mine. Perhaps this stems from childhood when all I ever heard when I answered the phone was my mothers name. People ( relatives more directly. relatives I saw every weekend) couldn't seem to discern me from my mother over the phone. It continued well after my balls dropped (puberty for those of you who are not as crass as I am being at the moment.) with sorts of people calling me ma'am on the phone and what not. I even had someone here point out that it may be the issue. He said that the sound of my voice isn't what someone expects to hear after seeing my pictures. He may be right... things usually go down hill in the interest/attraction department after I speak to someone on the phone or meet in person. if its the case its pretty f**ked up. I can't change the sound of my voice with out drastic action. smoking for a decade didn't help I doubt anything else will. Steve PS for all those waiting for new stuff from Tiff yell at me ... my FTP seems to be broken, I need to wrestle my other laptop back from my sister so I can get it uploaded.

3rd time is the charm it seems... ps did you think invoking other members of the moderation / admin team would spare you?

and you offer no further information? What was the name... did it live up to its claims?

It was shaped like a Turkey leg and was a most unappetizing gradient of orange and yellow. I remember it smelled sweet of soft vinyl, the way a Madam Alexander doll does. Like any chew toy, it made the most horrendous of squelches when ever it was squeezed and released. Christy however, wouldn't settle for that. As he did with almost every toy he ever got, he chewed at the weakest part until the squeeze was rendered useless by a larger hole... I remember the first time I saw him, it was mothers day I was around 12 years old, my sister had to have him... the chocolate clump huddled in the far corner away from his brothers and sisters who, true to form, where jumping over one another and yapping in only the way a small dog can; vying for attention. He wasn't having any of that, choosing instead to nap while letting them do all the work. This quiet nature was the reason my sister chose him out of the others, well this and his unusual chocolate brown coloring. needless to say, that was the last moment the little dog was ever lazy or quiet. It was odd at first, I had always seen those dogs on TV that loved to play fetch. I'd never run into a living dog who had much, if any, enthusiasim for the game. Christy changed all that. He loved it, would do it endlessly. It didn't matter if it was raining or 112 degrees. Whether it was dawn or approaching 2 in the morning. He would bark relentlessly until you picked up his toy and chucked it into the distance for him to retrieve and come running back to drop it at your feet... only to begin barking again. It was this, infatuation with fetching and toys that would cause most of the grief in the little dogs life. One day about 2 years after that mothers day my sister picked him out, he spied a little toy in the backyard across the street. He went to retrieve it. While he was trying to get a toy that he thought was his, the two Rottweilers that occupied the yard found him to be an interesting toy. The end result wasn't pretty, there was surgery and stitches, bother internal and external in an effort to return his guts to their proper place... The squeeze toys went away after that. He was allowed the turkey leg, but that stayed inside, away from the larger dogs that were in the neighborhood. His obsession re-centered, on tennis balls this time; and only in the safety of our back yard. We would move some four years later, amidst a swirl of foreclosure notices. We landed at my aunts house. Here too, was a dog that enjoyed fetching stuff, though not as much as the rambunctious little chocolate colored ankle-biter. They got on pretty well for a while. No incidents. No accidents. That was until they both lunged for the same tennis ball one night. Christy got the ball. Moose, the part Husky mostly mutt, got Christy's head. Chrsity lost an eye that night... It didn't diminish his lust for chasing and retrieving his ball though. It would just take a moment longer if it escaped his field of vision. Loosing an eye couldn't take that from him. The only thing that could was the further passage of time, as he slowly became deaf and mostly blind in the eye he had left. Still though he'd give it a go as often as he could. That ended yesterday. He barked all morning. Kept it up until about an hour before he laid down and went to sleep for good. Sounds like he was looking for one last go. One last round of doing what he had loved so dearly, no matter what it cost him in life. For being so little, and a dog, he lived life right doing what he loved for as long as he could no matter the cost. We should all be so lucky. I'm oddly content. He was old, and getting worse as the weeks passed, it had been most noticeable this last year. His back seemed hunched, and you could tell he relied on smell for everything. You could call him and he wouldn't respond until you tapped your foot on the ground. It was just his time. Two decades is a long time for a little dog who had been through as much. Still though, there is a void. it grows ever more palpable as the hours progress and the noises of the yard are filled with silence. Absent is his bark, the one that for so long called someone, anyone outside to throw his ball for as long as he could stand. I wonder if he is now content in this endeavor... Steve

this is getting too easy... by the way check out the site peopleofwalmart.com its Hilarious and scary all at the same time.

montreal is interesting but everyone will need a passport to go

why a vioinist raising her bow to play? maybe it is the beginning of something else. Back when I used to write (Im joking I still manage one or two sentences per month...) I used to visualize my scenes as movie scenes. If you try that approach, think of why the camera is on this violinist. Whose perspective is the camera supposed to be? What makes this violinist so special? Where is she? Is she alone, or is she in the middle of an orchestra in a concert hall? If so is it her first performance, or is it her last, basically what makes this moment above all the others, so special. gives you some stuff to think about to help develop the scene and the story that should follow. or I could have just confused you even more. Steve

As far as I know once you agree to donate, you can't pick and chose who you want to give the pieces to. for instance my little red dot doesn't come with a set of stipulations saying not to give my organs to My sisters boyfriend because he is a jackass. If he ends up with them; so be it. I wont be using them any longer. Other than that... I just don't hate anyone enough to wish them death by denying them something that could save them. Any person who does feel that way should take a step back and ask themselves what if the shoe was on the other foot.

in order to avoid confusion... Im going to rename this Possible GA 2010 get together if there is enough interest we can go from there.

Labor day might also be bad considering its vegas and a holiday weekend

HA..... he already has his mama so I don't see why he would need a nanny

worse is he admitted a kid... but conveniently forgot to mention the other 3. I dont care for him one bit.

another complaint about Outback Steakhouse. I had the fortune of going to one up near Toronto. I ordered a foster's and they had the nerve to charge me an import price the stuff, while claiming to be Australian, is brewed down the street at the Molson brewery.