Bondwriter

I would add a Canadian ashtray used to collect the ashes from New Columbia cigarettes, which are bad, M'Kay?

And this for 179 years!

I think Eric is the name of the teddy-rabbit CJ had as a kidd (goats do not have the same toys as humans do), like Rosebud for C.F. Kane. (One of my first crushes' name was Eric, but I don't see CJames use his old loves for names. )

Ieshwar, Labor Day on the 1st of May is widespread throughout the world, but for some historical reason some will certainly explain, it takes place on the 1st Monday of September in the U.S. In this strange land, you will also notice the locals have alternative spelling from the British English you're taught. color VS. colour neighbor VS. neighbour harbor VS. harbour and so on, and so on (they say sidewalk instead of pavement, truck instead of lorry...) Oh, and by the way, happy Labor Day, especially if it's an idle one!

I had not seen this. Congrats, and the site looks good.

Happy Birthday, Drewbie! May your year be fruitful and fun!

a cremation urn.

Now that he (it?) knows what we can do, please express your demands for the next stories by CJ. There are quite a few incentives; just let him know you've chosen the Goldie's Goat Steak way, or the Southwest Leg of Goat. He'll comply. Personally, I'd like nine more chapters before Brandon and Chase kiss. Lots of quid pro quos, and possibly mixing their romance with the nuclear bomb, so that when they kiss, they are abruptly interrupted by having to save the world.

OK, when CJ posts the title, he usually sends the chapter for zeta-reading soon after. So I'll speculate while I'm still unaware of what his devious mind may have produced. Lump's Return: 1/ Lump got really high, passed out and comes back to consciousness. He appears for seven lines in the chapter. 2/ Lump gets out from his apartment to run some errand; he comes back to his apartment and crosses the path of the Scar on his way back. Two paragraphs. 3/ Lump decides to resign from the band and to check into a Betty Ford Center. He goes back home to get money from his parents. Four paragraphs. 4/ Lump comes back to the studio. As he's about to enter the practice room, he hears the band rehearsing. Brandon's voice is so much better than his that he goes out and blows his own brains out. Two paragraphs.

Yes, congratulations, Krista. For your fun or serious posting, for your good humor, your nice replies to comments in your forum, your insightful and personal blog. So, OK, this is post 1,000, though I have a few threads to go visit soon. Thanks to all these who wrote the stories to comment, who commented them, and had fun threads going on in the Lounge. And those who're all three, they know who they are. Even the Lurker. Without you, my friends, none of this masterful feat would have been possible. Thanks to Andy for opening this thread. Remember, Andy, that when in Texas, look behind you, 'cause that's where the Lurker is gonna be...

As I don't walk around naked in public, I have no obvious genitalia, in the meaning of displayed. Otherwise, well, the cut of my trousers/ pants and other features makes obvious what's underneath. The person below me has no doubt about his/ her gender.

Definitely the least convincing of the arguments, especially since you were so viciously vilified by the Goat itself. Otherwise the Capricans sounds like a nicer cult. Tree-hugging, heart-bleeding, zodiac loonies. I like it.

You could post it in the poetry section.

The Herd sounds quite cultish to me. It makes me think of blind followers. And we saw many times how CJ's fans weren't like this. So this name would be paradoxical.

I'm from Picardie. It's farm land, where potatoes, sugar beets, corn and wheat are grown. The particular district I live in the Somme District, is mainly famous for its battle in 1916 during WWI. Hence, we have lots of U.S., British, Australian, South-African, Canadian, New Zealand cemeteries throughout the countryside. When I lived in the midwest, the landscapes were not that exotic. Besides having lots of cemeteries, and farm land that's more and more managed by big business rather than farmers, we have lots of unemployment in what used to be late 19th century industries, like textile. My hometown features a famous cathedral, which brings bus loads of tourists roaming around, and strolling through the streets. My neighborhood has been largely remodeled to be super cute for the tourists. It is, and I still enjoy the view and scenery as I walk around. Having lived in other places, I like it here mainly because I have lots of friends and relatives. It's not too expensive; I'm one hour and a half away from the center of Paris. It's reasonably big for cultural venues, and there is some beautiful countryside within walking distance.

I'm quite sure they'd use the recipes, but also the bazookas and missiles needed to fight against these vicious creatures/ critters. The graphic pictures are almost unbearable. I hope all the people who voted for the goat-related names in the polls know what they're doing. Some of them might regret now.

the unlikely ones (give away too much...) Close Encounter of a Drooly Kind. When Tongues Collide. most likely: Fun Picnic Afternoon The Great Show Disaster

Rats are a pack also. I'm just being a sore loser anyway.

I have had the last laugh And try as I might, I cannot forgive them I shall enjoy watching their pain As I wait to meet up with them again Reading again... I guess these might be (a bit) superfluous, because the notes already said it; and the last line, and title, would be stronger if this wasn't over explained. The graphic suicide has some value. Wanting to wrap it all up neatly might be a bit too much sometimes. As for the layout, you're the master. To me, there are also the online/ on paper considerations, but how our tastes are made in these matters is quite weird.

The Herd? Why not The Flock? Or The Pack while you're at it? (Did you guess I did not vote like the eight supporters...)

Indeed. By the way, I've seen CSI Las Vegas, and Casino. So Nevada (and its area 51) doesn't seem to have to be envious of Arizona for its weirdness. How do they eat their pizza in Nevada? (CJ's sure trick to spot the loony... )

I read this a few times and though I had actually commented, but I didn't. The use of free verse and the imagery are very well-done. There's a narrative, with various styles, and they're handled brilliantly. Jason's comment is interesting. I wonder if it wouldn't work too with the character on the verge of suicide, and the reader deciding whether he takes the final step or not. So maybe were it a little less explicit one way or the other, it would be even more powerful. One formal thing, the centered text is somehow weird. I solved this by copying and pasting into Word, and did my own little layout. I know, this is mean to the author. Anyway, this is a great page.

I'm not surprised weird things take place in Arizona. I've seen Medium.

Make east west, and it's true for me. I've never actually gone farther west than Lawrence, Kansas. But there's lots of land between there and the Atlantic Ocean. And east, must be somewhere in Germany. I've never had yak milk.