JamesSavik

Delicious snacks for big cats and a challenge to catch.

That narrator is an actual geologist who has his own channel where he covers volcanoes and other geological phenomena. Yes, he’s dry, but he knows his stuff. I’m a long time subscriber.

Would a kiss count? Never have I ever made out on a battleship, despite having seen and been aboard the Alabama, Missouri (at Bremerton) and Texas. Hummm... potential bucket list material.

Flashback to one of my devastating breakups when I went into my basement apartment with a bottle of tequila and listened to this on autorepeat.

Can you take the fifth in this game, becuz I sho did! Never have I ever beaten the sh*t out of anyone who didn't richly deserve it. (Rednecks are like that.)

There's a reason people love heavy metal. To some, it sounds like a combination of a cat fight and an earsplitting thunderstorm. It sounds great when you are high, you don't hear your own doubts and fears for a while, or other people's shit. So... Rock on, bro! You aren't disturbed, alienated and emotionally retarded with anger and impulse control issues. You're way cooler than those other motherf*ckers. 🤘

Uhh… I don’t think so, but I used to drink a lot of tequila, so anything is possible. Never have I ever barfed in a potted plant (that anyone knows of). 😇

I've always been a science geek and actually get excited about new discoveries. When someone comes up with the biggest discovery in this -ology in fifty years, I sit up and take notice. Today, an ancient mystery has been solved, and it's the coolest thing I've seen in years.

Who R U?

Tis the season of pollen falling like snow.

I have an old family recipe for wild rice and shrimp casserole I make for Thanksgiving and put in two square ramekins. One, I cook for Thanksgiving, the other I freeze for Christmas a month later. I made it for a dinner-on-the- grounds, and it went faster than Anne-Marie's pecan pralines.

Special note: Rebel is a Southern nickname for troublesome or rowdy teens.

@Flip-Flop I'm tickled to get a like anywhere you're willing to put it. 🙂 Too many people miss that darned title page.

The Counsel Foster King sat on an uncomfortable, hard-bottomed bench outside Vice-Principal Chuckles’ office. The man tried to be an affable clown, but most of his corny jokes fell flat on the middle schoolers who had to endure them. The man seemed to have a tone-deafness about him that made him immune to the idea that his students were laughing at him, not his jokes. His best friend, Rebel Stuart, sat in the chair beside him, but they were forbidden to talk until Chuckles was d

Mr. Sunshine No one in town knew who bought the old house on Jefferson Street. Their only tip-off that it had been sold was the abrupt disappearance of the five-year-old for-sale sign. The two-story colonial was on a beautiful lot with gardens in the front and back shaded by ancient oaks garlanded in Spanish moss. It had seen better days and needed attention because several hurricanes had done it no favors. No one in the neighborhood was surprised when work crews arrived and beg

I, too, have been experimenting. I'm a very visual thinker, and I decided to try to use my descriptions to see what the AI thought about what I described. Setting and description is one of the essential crafts in the art. I call it an art because there's a fine line between too little and far too much. I put the text of the description of a house, a key part of the setting for a story I'm grinding on that occurred to me this morning. Here's what came out. The protagonist has a main-coon cat named Max. Here he is. This gives an author the rare opportunity to see the world described in his prose as the reader might see it. OH! This gives me plans. With this tool in my belt, wait until you see what I conjure next! < Maniacal Laughter PS- I noticed the AI put azalea bushes in the oak trees. Do AIs get high?

The madcap had a nightcap that turned into a whole bottle, That's when the hi jinks began, and they were on full throttle.

Irish v Texans