JamesSavik

When I hear "mainstream character", I get the idea of Ward and June Clever- the Beaver's parents. The word I hate my Mom used to say- why can't you act like normal people. I don't know any. I wouldn't know how to write one.

First time trying to work out with 300 pounds. 3 sets of 12 reps of 300 pounds. Now my arms feel like linguini.

Holy crap, how did it get to be three am and why am I eating nachos? This has been an emotionally draining weekend and it has left me feeling very vulnerable. Friday night I told my story to a 12 step meeting. I've done it before in front of complete strangers. This time it was in front of people I knew. It would have been easier just to take off all my clothes and sing . It went OK. No one showed with torches & pitchforks and not a word was said about exorcism. Then there was this very ambitious story I wrote for the upcoming anthology. I got it in just under the wire. I didn't know if I had the chops to do it justice. I still don't but I gave it everything I had. Everybody that has seen it so far has been pretty complimentary of it. I won't know until it goes live. The ink in the story is smeared by my tears. It was that emotional to write. I revisited some old friends that have been gone along time and remembered just how much I loved them. Fuck. People wonder why I don't sleep. You don't have too. I'm trying to live up to my survivors guilt. There wasn't a war. Twenty year olds shouldn't have to worry about getting a horrible disease, giving to the people they love and dying. We did. I miss too many people. There is too much silence that used to be filled with their laughter. Yes. I've seen a therapist about it but some scars cut too deep. This pain we don't talk about much. It stays inside but it's always there. We cant help but wonder why we're here and they are gone.

Found this in my cellphone this morning. Apparently my cat emailed his selfie to HotTabbies.com See what happens if you don't fix your cat?

Nightfall Summer 1982 The phone was ringing in my apartment when I got home from work. I missed it before I could get there. I got out of my work clothes and hit the shower. Construction work was fun and paid well but it was hot, dirty and dangerous. It didn’t take too much of it for me to figure out that I didn’t want to do it for a career. For now it was paying the bills. The phone rang again and interrupted a perfectly wonderful dream as I was napping

This story completes the trilogy started with "the place in Between" and "Getting to the Happily Ever After".

I guess he would sort of have too with so many people that... want him to handle their groceries. wink, wink, nudge, nudge

My motivation is I would rather be built more like a heavy cruiser than a barge. I don't want my weight to be recorded as gross tonnage.

>>You going to continue this and tell us what happens next??? You'll see.

This one isn't the one that you are looking for but it is great: Tappings by Kit I remember when it came out. I would sit by the computer on Saturday nights hitting refresh until a new chapter appeared. It is THAT good. Honestly, it's not very horrible as far as horror stories go but it has suspense, mystery and some very nice moments.

Trust the author. Some chapters are transitions. They are going somewhere, you just can't see it yet. Rustle can go almost anywhere from here. Stay tuned.

Dude- you wanted a soap opera.

I was watching the new kid out of the corner of my eye. I guess he was a typical 18-22 year old- absolutely invincible. He was working out with too much weight and he was working out by himself. As usual, I was working out with two of the pups. I've been very pleased with their progress. There's a lot to learn and they've all stepped up. They're all competitive with each other and they would all rather be shot than out done. By now the kid was definitely having trouble and Aaron looked at me with his eyebrow cocked. I took two big steps over to where he was bench pressing and grabbed the bar and stabilized it. He managed to get the barbell up to the bench stand. He glared at me and said, "I was gonna get it." I just held my hands up. Aaron wasn't having it. "Never bench by yourself. You just don't know when you are going to get a cramp, tire out or just plain lose it." Roderick said, "I know you Jerry. Don't let that hard head of yours get you hurt." The new kid, Jerry looked down and turned an interesting shade of red. I couldn't tell if be was blushing, angry, embarrassed or some combination of those emotions. He looked up and said, "I'm sorry. I'm sort of a hothead which kinda explains why I'm working out by myself. Do... you think I could work out with y'all?" I gave him my hand to help him up. "Come on, we're wasting time."

This guy is what I call a douche-cicle. Under the right conditions, density of the douche become so great that it takes solid form- and apparently, even blogs.

Please Don't Please don’t look at the bruise on my face, Please don’t ever drop by my place, Please don’t ask me how I am, Please don’t ask unless you give a damn. Please let it go when I say that I’m fine, Please ignore it when you see the signs, I don’t know why they get so mad, I wonder what happened to my Dad. Please don’t say I just have to be strong, Please don’t see what is really wrong, I can take it, I don’t talk back or fight, I can take it, it’ll be all right. Please don’t notice, please don’t call, When you hear a brawl through the wall, I can take it, I don’t talk back or fight, I can take it, it’ll be all right. Please don’t notice all the fights, Please give him time, he’s always contrite, I can take it, I don’t talk back or fight, I can take it, it’ll be all right. Please don’t notice all the cops and the lights, I couldn’t take it one more night, Not one more blow or another fight. They sigh; zip me up the body bag, And they wonder why it had to be, What you didn’t see was the death of me.

Please Don't Please don’t look at the bruise on my face, Please don’t ever drop by my place, Please don’t ask me how I am, Please don’t ask unless you give a damn. Please let it go when I say that I’m fine, Please ignore it when you see the signs, I don’t know why they get so mad, I wonder what happened to my Dad. Please don’t say I just have to be strong, Please don’t see what is really wrong, I can take it, I don’t talk back or fight, I can take it, it’ll be all right.

Red is the correct color. Anything else is just a pigment.

I was just a nipper when Star Trek arrived. It is the reason I learned how to tell time!

"Your Song" It's a little bit funny this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live If I was a sculptor, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show I know it's not much but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you -Sir Elton John

Spock is not dead. Spock is an idea and ideas are immortal.

You win. That messed me up.

Thanks Rec- I forgot about that!