Bondwriter

I'd be game for the event, since I may at last afford this type of fun thanks to my new job. Just hoping there won't be a conflict with possible concerts for the band; I'll have an eye on the calendar to make a suggestion.

For a story site, less is more. Just my opinion. What's important is the font and the margins (I'm not too fond of the text stuck to the frame, though I read stories hence formatted) So this looks really nice, though the font size's a bit small for me. But in FF, ctrl + solves this issue. By the way, why Lars Neuffelt? I've wondered before, now I ask.

Nice diversion, Jack. My spies got the real stuff. (And they thank you for paying 2,000

Thanks for your kind words, guys. I haven't had much time to think about all this; this is quite weird, but I've been in the UK since Monday, and getting into work mode gets your mind into totally different modes (not even talking about driving on the wrong side of the road). I have a very weird relationship with death and the grieving process, but I wonder whether I can actually pinpoint what I really feel about all this. I'll try, some day.

Carl is one heck of a writer. His stories do not fit in any genre. His plots are totally unpredictable. He drives a truck. He rocks. On top of this, he's a kind man. I'm really glad for him, for the more exposure he gets, the better it is for people on the fringe.

Figures, figures... Glad to se people pointed the editing/ editor's corner work. And the will to share his personal experience. Nice job, Jan.

Thanks to you all for your messages of support. They mean a lot, especially coming from people I care for. I'm only starting to realize my mom is gone. But though it could shock some people, her last few months haven't been filled with grief and sorrow. I'll remember this time as one of accompanying someone on her way to a long journey, but not a sad one.

Hi there, everyone. I haven't been insanely post-whoring lately, and I even lost some creds as a proofreader; but since November 1st, this has been quite a roller-coaster ride. I never discussed this here, and only told two people I think, though reading Krista's, Sharon's or Steve's blogs, I'm definitely not alone. My mom died on November 9th. She was diagnosed with breast cancer right before Christmas 2001. At that time, she was 55, walked and trekked a lot, worked too... I'll sum it up though: surgeries, chemotherapies, radiotherapy... Basically she never had more than three months of "relief". She always kept some hope of recovery. Well, let's say becoming a widow last year didn't help much. It started getting really bad ten months ago, she had to have spine surgery. She never really got better, and it became difficult to walk. Since then, she got tons of support from friends and relatives, so she could stay at home rather than go to the hospital. There was always someone at least to spend the night there. We've had some fun times with some of her friends I had not seen much since I'd left home 13 years ago. The last Sunday of October, I was in charge. Moving was getting really difficult, and she used a walking frame. But just walking to the bathroom had become an odyssey, so she used the commode next to her bed in the living room. She'd had some outside nursing help three times a day since the middle of October, so with someone in the evening, it was all covered. But when this began, she'd also gotten the results from her latest exams, and the radiotherapy had not had any effect. She had a tumor in her brain that didn't want to wane. I think this is when she lost hope. On Tuesday, my sister came to visit on her way to a family vacation, but she went only as far as getting her children to other relatives. We could no longer leave her alone for two or three hours at a time. With her doctor (a super nice, caring and patient lady), we managed to get some "home hospital" solution, with medical care on top of the other ones. I'll spare you the details of the next three days, but the commode had become an obsession, and my older sister and I had to help out the whole way. Plus my mom's speech patterns got worse and worse, as she seemed to think she had spoken a whole sentence when she'd said "I think that

As if we would even dream of doing such a sneaky thing! Posting while the Goat is away to mess up his stats? This would be downright devious, and not very Caprican-like.

What about your statement, though?

Ieshwar, you should try to see The Sound Of Music. Though I stayed 36 years of my life without seeing it, it's a great movie.

Let's plan a Spring Europe get-together. It could be fun. What about Kent to start with?

I'd bet he may be designing evil cliffies for other stories back here. By the way, what do you guys think a goat may be doing when on vacation?

Vote for BeaStKid, he's in denial too.

No, this is what the Goat is currently doing. Touring the world, meeting with fun, bald people, planning worldwide domination...

Indeed, the lack of something so never used is quite blatant. Anyone to work on the case of the missing cliff-hanger?

Well, well... Guess whom I voted for?

I think there's enough time ahead. With just a little dedication towards useless posting, we should reach even higher figures to a thread left uninfluenced by the Queen of Evilest Cliffhangers.

Well, welcome. Glad to see innocent newcomers acknowledge CJ as a worthy Queen of Evil Cliffhangers.

Evilest Cliffhangers: this is enough to produce the following result in Google.fr, at the first rank, thank you!

Have you voted in The Queen Of The Evilest Clifhangers' poll? It is quite needed to prove CJ is The Queen Of The Evilest Clifhangers.

The Queen Of The Evilest Clifhangers? Indeed! A nice ceremony is in order. Wildone and Graeme are right, Hail to The Queen Of The Evilest Clifhangers! (We just need to write it enough times for Google to register it before CJ returns. The crawlers take 3 weeks to come back around... Mwahah!)