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Damn those muscles are sexy.

How can you play CoD MW 3 for four days straight? Seriously, I've done crazy things with video games, but CoD is not something to put your life on the line for. Halo championships, sure, Madden Challenge, for a million dollars and fame; I don't know what he was thinking. Also, there's an option in games, it's called the easy mode, play on it first to learn the levels, then progress up.

Congrats on coming out to your bros, now comes the next stage....living a long and happy life full of memories and having as few regrets as you can from this day forward. I am so happy for you!

I love that picture, well hung....done US Rowing team

Well, in lighter news, I've fallen in love with the brownlee twins on British triathalon team. Double the Fun and Double the Medals And this one is so cute, something about twins hugging always gets to me (Kind of feels symbiotic in a way ): Congrats for another gold and bronze, those boys earned it in fine style.

Just saw the dive "Oh feck", and it has gone viral. Poor guy will be remembered not for skill, but a slip of his hands on his leg and falling flat on his back. Sad

Another of those rare moments we agree, but i would go even further. China is at the moment a rubber inflated dragon, it's economic condition and utility of material, human capital, and finances are far worse than the state projections. Recent articles about the "golden elephant" issues lead me to suspect that few people would use the stadium in this case.

The martian are coming ! Protect the b-movie actresses Can't wait to see what they discover especially on the formation of martian waterbed.

Love your concept of identity, i think we were exposing similar ideas. Though we hold different perspectives and words, i see the concept as individual moral relativism, based on shared and different beliefs. Our ideas seem complementary as without a basic moral relativity you would not hold concepts of "Good vs. Bad" as you implied. In my story i tried working in motivations such as greed, power, and belief as shared factors in the tragic ending.

Where have all these hot Brits been in the last decade? Max Whitlock looked great on the pommel horse.

Man, he brought me to tears. I wish there was more that could be done to help him. I can't say that I know many intersex people in my life, but I can feel this kid's pain.

While my story is short, it carries some interesting ideas. My story is quite sad, but within it I tried to give people a deeper understanding on the issue of peaceful resistance against foes such as the businessman in my story. A critical flaw in the concept of nonviolence is that nonviolent solution requires human beings to have equal consciences and equal beliefs in what is right and wrong. Morality is relative to a culture, whether it is Christian, Islamic, Taoist, Hindi, or any other belief system under human perception. As such, there is no such thing as the absolute equivalences in goodness or evil in human beings, only moral relativity amongst our belief system, which may hold certain similar principles, but never exactly the same. The businessman also used the spirit of the past to ignite those among the crowd most susceptible to his belief systems concept of "evil" within. The evil maybe homosexuality or even left handed people. By using the concept of evil within an group, who's ideology is aligned to believe in such things, a peaceful protest becomes nothing more than a catalyst for even worse actions in the future. The speech also held a few lines from Nazi propagenda and concepts, including the infamous two words at the end "Final Solution" to give a finality to the problem of this evil in society aka homosexuality. As for the boy who sacrificed himself in order to seek a greater peace. I won't lie, I am using Christian Allegory here with the boy as a Christ figure sacrificing himself in hopes that people may realize how harmful these ideas are to society. Nonviolent protesters in the past used self-inflammation to project their point that certain things were wrong in society and while they do not wish to use violence, they were willing to give up their lives to raise issues in society. The unnamed young man in essence is the faceless people putting down their lives on a Pyrrhic sacrifice. It's an allegory, not only for Chick-Fil-A, but also for every person to understand that each action has a consequence. As the Chinese Art of War tells everyone, "You must know your enemy, and know yourself, then you shall see a hundred battle, but not a hundred defeats." In addition to this concept, which does not just mean merely violence or active conflict as Sun Tzu also said, "A leader's best quality is the ability to not fight and win a war through strategy before having to sacrifice resources of man and supplies." A lot of complex ideas under 2K in words. https://www.gayauthors.org/story/w-l/theunintendedconsequences

The Unintended Consequences By W.L Do actions have consequences? Or do consequences have actions? One man’s desire for power, another’s desire for peace, and their actions lead to bitter consequence. It was your average mid-summer upper-90’s day in a certain city in the state of Georgia. The city dwellers were used to the heat; they’ve grown accustomed to it. Children were busy with their horseplay and summer activities, while their parents were attending to the drudgery

A story written in reflection on the Gay rights issues

Blue, some of those poses leaves a good deal of imagination (Especially the UK swimmer, those are some hot magazine cover ready poses! )

http://www.cnn.com/interactive/2012/08/tech/gaming.series/korea.html?hpt=hp_c2 This was a great series from CNN, I seriously related to the kid, not only as an Asian Gamer and StarCraft player for years , but also the serious issues of gaming and sometimes societal problems of accepting gamers (Heck, it's like being a gay with homophobic parents, right down to the conversion...I mean "meditation centers"). I also seriously disagree with the Psychologist at the end of the series when presented with this case about Marineking's background and life, calling his actions "borderline" non-addiction, but not calling him an addict just because he's "High functioning" in the gaming world with his recent victories. When the kid was younger people thought of him as an addict, trying to "Convert" him off gaming. Is that not a Catch-22? If a kid like to play video games zealously, he's an addict, but when he wins against other players in tounaments, he's "high functioning" and only "borderline addict". This section really got to me: Don't know if this article link belongs in gaming section, sports section, or Soapbox, because it's a complex story with links into video games, competition, and also issues with societal acceptance of gamers.

Happy Birthday, you old amphibian!

The Hangman Shall we hang alone or hang together: By Maurice Ogden Into our town the hangman came, smelling of gold and blood and flame. He paced our bricks with a different air, and built his frame on the courthouse square. The scaffold stood by the courthouse side, only as wide as the door was wide with a frame as tall, or a little more, than the capping sill of the courthouse door. And we wondered whenever we had the time, Who the criminal? What the crime? The hangman judged with the yellow twist of knotted hemp in his busy fist. And innocent though we were with dread, we passed those eyes of buckshot lead. Till one cried, "Hangman, who is he, for whom you raised the gallows-tree?" Then a twinkle grew in his buckshot eye and he gave a riddle instead of reply. "He who serves me best," said he "Shall earn the rope on the gallows-tree." And he stepped down and laid his hand on a man who came from another land. And we breathed again, for anothers grief at the hangmans hand, was our relief. And the gallows frame on the courthouse lawn by tomorrow's sun would be struck and gone. So we gave him way and no one spoke out of respect for his hangmans cloak. The next day's sun looked mildly down on roof and street in our quiet town; and stark and black in the morning air the gallows-tree on the courthouse square. And the hangman stood at his usual stand with the yellow hemp in his busy hand. With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike, and his air so knowing and business-like. And we cried, "Hangman, have you not done, yesterday with the alien one?" Then we fell silent and stood amazed. "Oh, not for him was the gallows raised." He laughed a laugh as he looked at us, "Do you think I've gone to all this fuss, To hang one man? That's the thing I do. To stretch the rope when the rope is new." Above our silence a voice cried "Shame!" and into our midst the hangman came; to that mans place, "Do you hold," said he, "With him that was meat for the gallows-tree?" He laid his hand on that one's arm and we shrank back in quick alarm. We gave him way, and no one spoke, out of fear of the hangmans cloak. That night we saw with dread surprise the hangman's scaffold had grown in size. Fed by the blood beneath the chute, the gallows-tree had taken root. Now as wide, or a little more than the steps that led to the courthouse door. As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall, half way up on the courthouse wall. The third he took, we had all heard tell, was a usurer..., an infidel. And "What" said the hangman, "Have you to do with the gallows-bound..., and he a Jew?" And we cried out, "Is this one he who has served you well and faithfully?" The hangman smiled, "It's a clever scheme to try the strength of the gallows beam." The fourth man's dark accusing song had scratched our comfort hard and long. "And what concern," he gave us back, "Have you ... for the doomed and black?" The fifth, the sixth, and we cried again, "Hangman, hangman, is this the man?" "It's a trick", said he, "that we hangman know for easing the trap when the trap springs slow." And so we ceased and asked now more as the hangman tallied his bloody score. And sun by sun, and night by night the gallows grew to monstrous height. The wings of the scaffold opened wide until they covered the square from side to side. And the monster cross beam looking down, cast its shadow across the town. Then through the town the hangman came and called through the empty streets...my name. I looked at the gallows soaring tall and thought ... there's no one left at all for hanging ... and so he called to me to help take down the gallows-tree. And I went out with right good hope to the hangmans tree and the hangman's rope. He smiled at me as I came down to the courthouse square...through the silent town. Supple and stretched in his busy hand, was the yellow twist of hempen strand. He whistled his tune as he tried the trap and it sprang down with a ready snap. Then with a smile of awful command, He laid his hand upon my hand. "You tricked me Hangman." I shouted then, "That your scaffold was built for other men, and I'm no henchman of yours." I cried. "You lied to me Hangman, foully lied." Then a twinkle grew in his buckshot eye, "Lied to you...tricked you?" He said "Not I... for I answered straight and told you true. The scaffold was raised for none but you." "For who has served more faithfully? With your coward's hope." said He, "And where are the others that might have stood side by your side, in the common good?" "Dead!" I answered, and amiably "Murdered," the Hangman corrected me. "First the alien ... then the Jew. I did no more than you let me do." Beneath the beam that blocked the sky none before stood so alone as I. The Hangman then strapped me...with no voice there to cry "Stay!" ... for me in the empty square.

But Banger is just applying Helicopter parenting to degrade Phelps into winning Golds Look like the US and China are neck in neck with the US finally taking the lead in Golds 21-20 and overall 43-42

Well originally i wrote 75k from April to July, but lost it due to the virus. After trying to rewrite it, i realized that i was writing way too much into 75k limit earlier, so i am breaking it into several parts. Instead of waiting for chapter updates, you will be waiting for book updates (I'll make sure there's a few cliffs) Glad to know i am not alone on the writer's high.

I have heard of runners feeling euphoria after running a great distance, but never heard of writers experiencing it after a very long writing challenge. Last night at around midnight, i finished rewriting my Novella, at least book 1. (For those who don't know, i had a computer virus that took out my story, so i had to do an emergency rewrite from an older version.) Today, i just can't help feeling giddy and aggressively happy. Does anyone else feel like that after writing? Is there such a thing as writer's high?

Congrats to Great Britain's Gymnastic team Congrats to the Chinese team for scoring GOLD!!!! (Yes, it's real, now stop chewing your medals )

Happy birthday wishes, hope you still stalk goats

Happy Brithday James! I got a friend you may want to meet:

I'm surprised Japan beat Spain in the soccer match today, it just makes me mad that they won the EU cup, now !