Archived Messages from January 26, 2000 to February 8, 2000

Rachel Tue Feb 8 23:19:47 PST 2000

Heather - Don't worry. I'm just a pup. If SKS_Perry were still here he could tell you. I'm not much to worry about (grins). I am by nature a gentle person. If I am put in a difficult situation I do not believe I would hesitate to defend myself. Don't know how much success I would have, but I would give it my best shot (grins).

I like your idea about the pov exchange. I will play if nobody else wants to. I think that Teekay will want to play or Kat might surpise the socks off you and spring up out of the lurkers (grins). I know your out there Katrina! Hope all is well with you.

I'll wait to see what develops.

Take care you


Heather Tue Feb 8 22:43:39 PST 2000

Rachel, I didn't mean I know karate - I meant the two could be a good fighting team... (in the below post it sounds that way).
got to perfect my techniques first!

Heather Tue Feb 8 22:41:15 PST 2000

Rachel... kickboxing... and karate!
What do you think of the idea that one writer could compose a story from one character's POV, then another writer compose it from another character's POV?
(the same basic story)
Might be interesting.
A fun exercise, anyhow...
any takers? Rachel? Teekay? Rhoda? Jerry? (gee this is a long list!)
Wouldn't need to be a serious topic...


Rachel Tue Feb 8 22:36:27 PST 2000

T.O.M. - I am willing to help. Let me know what you come up with. I am interested.

I'm glad my e-mail got through. I have been having some problems with my computer (grrrrrrr).


Heather Tue Feb 8 22:13:10 PST 2000

Great idea!
A treasure, in fact.
Here, here!
I give my cheers.
Where to start? (or continue)
SM** must be completed with stunning genius, everyone!
Let's get fingers to keys, pen to paper,
ideas to fruition,thought flowers blooming...

And then we march on, across the keys
feverishly composing our work(and airing positive thought on the NB).
Or controversy, if you like.
At the very least the passion must be funneled into written form! Into the very lifeblood of characters, right here, within the medium of the WB and NB, and of course, in our personal work.
Like all good characters, we write ourselves...
Today I am wistful.


I just received this telegram... Heather Tue Feb 8 21:27:43 PST 2000

Greetings From Transylvania (stop)
Dear Mr. Sousa (stop)
You have left your coat and hat here from your short visit (stop)
Please leave your feline at home next time (stop)
He has clawed up my seven hundred year old sarcophagus lid(stop)
Although I enjoyed your fur-covered companion (stop) Please feel free to walk with us again soon
Sincerely (stop)
Count D (stop)

The Old Man Tue Feb 8 19:55:24 PST 2000

Greetings and felicitations,

Rachel, Upon reading your message here, I checked my e-mail and found the letter there. Why you had trouble, I cannot say, but it seems to be working now.

All, The internet is constantly on the news as being a place rife with danger. A horrible place to allow our children to roam freely in. For the greatest part, I agree with that assessment.
What Rachel and myself have been discussing is the idea that the internet can also be a place where great and new things can be accomplished.
Take this, Jack's notebook in example.Here are gathered the greatest assortment of creative thinkers I have yet to see on this medium. With what effort could we as a group, especially as a group of entirely worthy writers, combine our efforts to bring something great and new to the world.
We have here participants from all over the world and from a vast diversity of background. The fact that we are as a group, friends, would have been far-fetched only ten years ago.
Can we get a project going that would pool the talents seen here in some fruitful and positive way?
Think big, friends.


Americo Tue Feb 8 17:04:16 PST 2000

I've just arrived from (guess)... Transilvania! The land of vampires. Jon took me there just for sightseeing. Splendid day. We talked about you all the time and laughed a lot. Jon even told me one of the best of Allein's funnies. He loves everyone and is a good cat. (Hope you did not read his telegram asking Pussy not to give cake to some people.) We met Count Dracula. Nice chap.

This is to tell you that tonight's topic is: love outside marriage. Can a woman love eight man simultaneousy? Dracula told me that his wife can, but he was certainly exaggerating. Henry Miller lived simultaneously with two women who loved each other. Probably to be a great writer one has to have strong experiences of this kind. I don't know. What's your experience? Be honest.

Pussy Tue Feb 8 16:38:28 PST 2000

Rachel and Heather: I've made a lovely cake for you. Let's have a nice cup of tea.

© Pussy, the greatest cake-eater the world has ever seen.

Telegram from Jon:
List of the people who cannot have cake:

Telegram from A*:
Have you read Somerset Maugham's "Cakes and Ale"? Almost as good as SM**
Save piece of cake for me.

Rachel Tue Feb 8 16:06:49 PST 2000

Heather - I am sure that we would get along great. I'm with you! We will fight against... Well what ever it is that comes up!



Heather Tue Feb 8 15:59:38 PST 2000

I show up late to the so-called cat-fight, huh?
American? Rachel and I are fondly and proudly Canadian, thanks. Nothing wrong with our American friends, so long as that free trade agreement stays out of sight. And Mulroney.

Pussy, your eye-teeth are mine.
Say goodbye to chewing and tearing prey, you have snared your last.
And tea, you can put the cold tea bags on your little slit eyes. Better than to see me coming. Take two cat-tylenols and call your vet.

Oh, I'm in the mood for cat catching! Feel like having your fur petted backwards?
Jon, I see you have made yourself scarce, and quickly too, I dare say. But you held the cat door for Pussy in a weak attempt to let her escape to safety. Two legs can be faster than four. Her mouth is full of gauze so she can't say thank you.

No, I wouldn't fight Rachel, she is kin. We hold much in common and would love it to stay that way. We can karate and kick-box together, to fight against...against...
well, hey, we'll find a worthy cause!


Rachel Tue Feb 8 15:33:58 PST 2000

T.O.M - I have tried to send you an e-mail in response to the one you sent me. I have not been able to send to the address that you left. Has your address changed? Let me know. My e-mail is If you have problems with my address let me know. I do have a secondary one. I just don't use it often (grins).

Pussy - Well, hello little beauty. You are a lovely little thing. Where ever did you get those claws of yours? I really must find myself a set of those.

I might not want to fight with anyone. I would however fight for someone or something. That's just the sort of person I am. I believe in standing behind the things I say. I believe in the right of people to state their views and opinions. I believe in freedom. There is so much in this world that is worth fighting for. I see no reason to make up fights. There are countless ones right in front of each of us. We just have to open our eyes and take em on.

Then again lots of people could care less about what is happening. Just as long as it isn't happening to them.

Hum, I better dash. I don't seem to be very pleasant this afternoon.

Take care all


Pussy Tue Feb 8 15:02:26 PST 2000

A* could not come and sent me as a referee to the fight between Rachel and Heather. Both lost. Rachel made declarations to the press announcing her unwillingness to fight. Heather simply did not come. I declare the fight null and void (what could be expected from American women?)

Since Allein is around and the audience needs some action, I offer myself to fight with Allein. But only till 5 o'clock, as I don't like my tea to get cold.

©Pussy, the queen of fighters.

VIper six Tue Feb 8 14:04:56 PST 2000

Greetings everyone,
Gotta go to work soon. I am finally back on-line. It was one heck of a move(whew) weel see ya.

Allein Tue Feb 8 12:25:50 PST 2000

Cassandra - I'll send you an e-mail within the next day or so. Perhaps, I'll catch you online too. Miss you. :)

Rachel - *hugs*

Jon - Good kitty. *a scratch behind the ears for you*

Rachel Tue Feb 8 11:55:32 PST 2000

I would not want to fight with anyone. Least of all Heather. We are going to go for coffee. The only fight it would appear we would have, would be over who go to open the door for who (grins and laughter)!

Here is something I like.

Eleanor Roosevelt wrote:

Many people will walk in and out of your life,
But only ture friends will leave footprints in your heart.
To handle yourself, use your head;
To handle others, use your heart.
Anger is only one letter short of danger.
If someone betrays you once, it is his fault;
If he betrays you twice, it is your fault.

Great minds discuss ideas;
Average minds discuss events;
Small minds discuss people.

He who loses money, loses much:
He who loses a friend, loses much more;
He who loses faith, loses all.

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature,
But beautiful old people are works of art.

Learn from the mistakes of others.
You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.

Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is mystery.
Today is gift.

Take care all

Trudy Tue Feb 8 11:34:36 PST 2000


Heather and Rhoda offered you some very good advice and I wish to put my two cents in as well. I am a non-fiction writer by profession. It's how I make my living. If you are freelancing, I would actually recommend querying the magazines with your story ideas before actually writing them. That way they can let you know in advance whether it's something they want or not and you don't waste your time. Most articles have to be very taylored for magazines so it is best to get their writer's guidelines before submitting anything be it a query or actual story. Plus with respect to emails, some publications don't like to get stories out of the blue that way and may not respond because of it. If you would like to talk more about freelancing I would love for you to contact me. It can be a very exciting way to work, but also tough when the assignments are slow in coming.

More later, all...hope everyone is having a productive day and not procrastinating like me...I'm supposed to be getting writing samples ready to send to editors to see if they want me to write for them! OK here goes...


Americo Tue Feb 8 11:12:36 PST 2000

Tonight is fight night.

There will be two combats. Both deadly.

First (already begun): Rachel versus Heather. Or karate vs (what do you play, Heather? Be precise and concise. No one here reads posts longer than one line).

Second: cats vs humans (Jon against everybody).

I'll be the referee (as usual).

Jon, come back! I love you!

Rachel Tue Feb 8 11:05:38 PST 2000

Jon - Relax kitty (soft smile). I would not shut a door on you. I have become fond of cats. Come on over here kitty. I won't pick you up, but I would like to share some of my salmon with you. Hey! Not the whole bag! Get back here (grins and laughter).

Americo - Do something about that cat!

Jon - You owe me some salmon candy mister! Give my regards to pussy and what ever kittens you have not eaten.

Have a great day guys.


Jon Tue Feb 8 10:36:19 PST 2000

We are about to break a record: this page has reached 250K and I'm drowned with Internet information. Better read a book instead.

See you sometime.

Jon, the most cowardly and unjustly attacked cat in the world. But wait for my slow and cold revenge, you pseudo-humans.

Tonight there will be no topic for discussion here. I'm going for a night walk with my (only ) friend Americo. Perhaps you'll feel the consequences of this night walk in your skin, eyes, and mind (mind-- if you have any).

Cassandra Tue Feb 8 08:59:11 PST 2000

Of course that A on the essay wasn't for conjugating deflate properly... *snickering*

Cassandra Tue Feb 8 08:55:52 PST 2000

Hi all

I try holding doors for people, especially when they're carrying a lot. Unfortunately, it's hard to remember to do such things when you're in a rush... as I usually am if I'm out on campus. I always remember one thing though, no matter how bad a mood I'm in, or how exhausted I am, I always thank the person.

Actually one of my friends held the door open for one of the handicapped girls on campus, and all she got was an icy cold 'I hate you' stare. But this girl isn't known for being particularly nice.

Punctuation huh? That's usually what I get praised on in my writing... it's what gives my particular style such distinction (poking head with sewing needle in an attempt to deflated it). My English teacher gave me and A on our first essay, commenting 'nice style' as he handed it back to me. Surprised the heck out of me, I'm so used to boring assignments in English, and the first real chance I get to write about something that matters the slightest bit to me, I get praise for it! (it's too warm in Albany for hell to be frozen over!)

Americo- You were already going to mimic my punctuation for shadows way back when... I was quite sorry that I couldn't finish my installment. That section of my life was hectic with class requirements, and just plain aweful because of a sinking depression.

It took a while, but I got things cleared up. :) I'll try adding to SM** by writing something over the weekend... I just got a good idea too, loosely based on my actual life.

Listening to fast pased Celtic music here, just makes me want to get argle socks and start Scottish highland dancing... or get some tap shoes and Irish step.... Surely keeps the blood pumping.

Oh, and on the subject of weight, I'm actually trying to gain it, in muscle of course. I work out semi regularly, and results show pretty quick on such a small form. So I'm happy, and more energetic lately. :)

May the muse be with you


Rachel Tue Feb 8 08:36:56 PST 2000

Heather - I was just teasing you (grins). I don't get crashed into in the door, but I get a lot of the arm grabbing stuff. People do seem to like to touch me. I guess I just look approachable(smiles).

Happy energy right back at yah!

Take care you.


Heather Tue Feb 8 07:42:47 PST 2000

Rachel! I have been touched by many people I've held doors for, and have even had someone crash right into me. They weren't sight impaired, either. I didn't mind. I've just worked closely with people in most every job I've had, it doesn't even phase me if someone touches me; not if I'm in my usual good mood. I know I must give off those vibes, the kind that say, 'I'm giving off happy energy if anyone needs any'.
I can also clear out a space around myself in a room or bar, if I feel like NOT being touched. It happens all the time if I'm not in the mood to even brush another's coat sleeve. I'll bet that if they studied that kind of thing they'd find that the vibrations given off are very different than the 'it's ok to touch' vibes. Being a nurse, a lifeguard, babysitter to many, plus my own kids, etc., I guess I have become accustomed to sending out those happy touch vibes without any thought to it. Just happens naturally, just like when I repell people! I don't really contemplate it, it just happens.
Am I repelling anyone at the moment? LOL

Amanda, I am not an 'article' writer for magazines, but there are some things that apply to all of us. One tidbit is the same that Rhoda mentioned: Persistence.
Another is research. I'm sure you have done your share of market research, but are you certain that what you've sent a magazine wasn't too similar to another article they have published recently? One can never be too careful.
I'm sure you ARE careful and thoughtful about submitting, but you know that the mag market has a lot to do with timing, not just the content of your articles.

Do you write for adult magazines? If you do, have you considered writing or rewriting an article for a children's magazine? They are usually looking for animal-type articles; like World Magazine, Owl, Chirp, Chickadee, and the loads of other kids magazines out there! If you aren't getting through to the adult market, maybe the kids' would be refreshing for the time being? At least it will pay, better than rejection slips.

I have been thinking of writing articles too, but with so much on my plate, I feel very full indeed!

Take care, all, and have a nifty afternoon.
What is tonight's topic? Well, maybe I shall brew something up; coffee talk and so on. Perhaps short shortie night on small successes. Or small failures. We can all identify.


Rhoda Tue Feb 8 06:14:50 PST 2000


Everyone gets the blues, especially writers. I think it is our lot in life. I've been hounded by the constant rejections and they get to you after awhile, but there is nothing to do but to hang in there anyway.

At least you have been published in magazines. I have too but never in anything that had a circulation larger than 100. Then there were some newspaper articles in my old hometown. I look up to anyone who has sold stuff to real magazines.

Just remember, there is always someone worse off than yourself. That doesn't supposed to make you feel better, but a girl must count her blessings. I am convinced that persistence pays off. So, be persistent.

Happy Writing!


Amanda Tue Feb 8 05:39:15 PST 2000

I just had to write something today so I thought I'd write to you lot. I was 37 on Sunday and I'm realy fed up today - not sure if the two are related. Actually I'm a bit sick of sending off article after article, feature after feature by e-mail and getting no comeback at all!! And I'm running out of money as all good writers always do.
It's not as if I hav'nt been published before either. I've got lots of stuff in mags. Obviously I'm just on a downer.
What I would really love is a regular column in a newspaper or magazine in the UK. Any ideas anyone? I write about all animal subjects including environmental, etc. You would think there was any amount of work out there that can write on those subjects would'nt you?
I think I'll take the dogs for a walk.
Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow if it stops raining.

Bye all

Rachel Mon Feb 7 23:05:50 PST 2000

Heather - I have had doors opened for me by young men and old. Women of all ages as well. I can not think of coming into physical contact with any of them. Then I am the sort of person who can walk into a crowd and not touch a single person. I touch when I want to. Accidental touch? Duno if I believe in that. Do you?

Take care.

Rachel (wicked smiles and laughter)!

Heather Mon Feb 7 19:13:34 PST 2000

Americo, you would hold the door for me because you want to feel me brush past. It is also a good way to look at people's ears without them noticing, as they are facing sideways to that a fetish? Just checking. Another reason to hold the door for me is because I have my hands full! (out of gutters now, minds)

I wouldn't need to hold the door for Jon, as cat doors are without handles, not to mention diminutive ~ and cats can never make up their minds if they want to come in or not!

And excuse me for long and dreary posts...
Now that Trudy and I have pinpointed ourselves on the map, I'm sure we won't need to get into that again...:o)

Punc, tuation? Is this, the topic; or am I reading this with spots, on my sunglasses?
I believe it would be 'cows' milk', although you'd have to count the cows. Bessie, Berta, Whinnie, yup: Cows' milk it is!
Teekay, your poem sounds as if you are reminiscing of times long gone, with sour face and depressed will. Girl, we're here for you. Been there too. Hope you feel better after writing your poem - I liked it.


Rachel Mon Feb 7 18:47:01 PST 2000

This is interesting. I know lots of women who get in a twist of a person opens a door for them. I love it. I think it is nice.

People always seem to be opening doors for me. I know, that I don't look helpless. I think, I look like I know how to open a door. I guess there are just a lot of door openers around my home (smiles).

I also open doors for other people. It just seems the nice thing to do. I am a proud door opener!

Or maybe, I just open doors for guys so I can get a look at their... Uh! Oh my God! Never mind (grins).

I will gladly open a door for Jon. I just don't know, when I'll close it (grins, followed by evil laughter - Bwah, ha, ha, ha, ha).

If I get to a door first, I'm not going to stand there and wait for somebody to open it for me (grins). I'll open it. Then end up standing there holding it for a flow of people. I don't mind. Most people say thank you. Some people don't.

That is another intersting thought. People who don't say thank you. What is with that?

Take care all.


Trudy Mon Feb 7 18:15:11 PST 2000

Oh and on punctuation...

I love it, when I can get it right!

I hate it, when I'm wrong or can't figure it out.

Tell it cows milk or cow's milk? as in I went to buy some cow's/cows milk? Or maybe it's cows' milk, after all there would be more than one cow's milk in the bottle, wouldn't there?


Trudy Mon Feb 7 18:12:06 PST 2000

Hi all, just a quick note to Americo really because I wanted him to know it's my fault he's been bored with Heather's geographical posts of late. I am a newcomer to her area and we were trying to figure out exactly where each was located...I think we have it figured out so unless we decide to simply continue just to bore you some more, we're likley done (: What do you think Heather?

*Trudy offers to buy Americo his favourite drink and says thanks for holding the door for this returner NBer*

Rhoda Mon Feb 7 18:11:52 PST 2000


Hang in there. I hope your day goes better. That is a sad poem, but very good. I feel like that all the time.


I would rather open my own door anyway. I think I can manage it. Just don't slam the thing in my face, if you please.

Happy writing!


Rachel Mon Feb 7 17:52:58 PST 2000

Hi Teekay - Just wanted to send you a warm smile and a hug.
Take care you.

Teekay Mon Feb 7 17:29:45 PST 2000

this world is drained of colour.
a black and white ticks slowly, slowly
on a pale white wall.

outside the sun shines hot,
not in here.
here it is cold.

outside people talk and laugh and walk,
in here there is a muted quiet,
the hum of the computer, the tick of the clock.

my soul cries softly,for freedom.

I am feeling rather nostalgic for days of holidays and choices, now past. Hope you are all having a good day.

Mon Feb 7 17:24:44 PST 2000


Laura Mon Feb 7 17:13:29 PST 2000

Hi everyone.

The power of punctuation, Hmmm.

Found in the school directory:

Dr Yoders office, located in the Admin building is spacious and well-kept.

(Are there any English majors out there that are embarrassed by this. Find two mistakes.)


Americo Mon Feb 7 16:53:45 PST 2000


And the sentence could also have a different meaning this way: "A woman without her man is, nothing."

That's an excellent topic. Here's Jon on it:

Punctuation is the soul of writing. I'm going to imitate the style and punctuatin of some Nbookers. (Only of those I would hold the door for):

Americo (:—)), *hugs*

The other people:
please state your reasons for me to mention you. Give a sample of your prose if you also want Jon to imitate your style and punctuation.

Americo Mon Feb 7 16:29:35 PST 2000

Allein, sorry, I've just noticed that I forgot you in my list. (smiles).
Holding doors also for Allein (because, because, she loves Jon... no, she doesn't... oh, well, HELP, because she's Allein).

There are still people that need to state their reasons for my holding the door to them. It's worthwhile trying. For instance, Allein got an open door in my heart just by stating her reason. It was a good reason.

Who's next?

Allein Mon Feb 7 15:59:20 PST 2000

Americo - you should hold the door open for everyone, because it's what a polite gentleman would do. Didn't your parents ever teach you any manners? Or have you just been around Jon too much lately?

Rachel Mon Feb 7 15:47:01 PST 2000

Americo - Thank you for getting the door (smiles).

Rachel Mon Feb 7 15:43:35 PST 2000

Americo - A topic? Yikes! Let me think, let me think.

How about the power of punctuation (grins). This is something I'm just learning about (grin, spreads to smile and I start laughing).

You just move one of those little commas and all sorts of things can happen!

Here is a little something that came across my other writers group. I'll share it with you guys.

It isn't really a topic, but its the best I can come up with right now (smiles).

An English professor wrote the words, "a woman without her man is nothing"

on the blackboard and directed the students to punctuate it correctly.

The men wrote: "A woman, without her man, is nothing."
The women wrote: "A woman: without her, man is nothing."

This little ditty got quite the conversation going (grins and laughter).

Take care all.


Americo Mon Feb 7 15:08:30 PST 2000

This is a list of SOME of the people I would hold the door for:
All the new comers and old residents who have come back (they owe us a drink);
Rachel (for setting the topic tonight);
Teekay (for having published her second good story in SM**, thus entering the realm of the happy few);
Jerry Ericsson (for having the best stories in SM**, one of them a masterpiece-- after a little editing)
Eddie (for having built the backbone of SM**-- in such a way that I already have in my mind a nice structure for the collection, revolving around his Tom Sawyer from Liverpool (Liverpool?));
Heather (for trying to enlighten the NBook with fresh blood, but her geographical posts of late are boring-- just half a door).
Jack (for being our generous and patient host).

Anyone else wishing me to hold the door for them, please state reasons in the blank that follows.

Americo Mon Feb 7 14:31:46 PST 2000

This is just to know (with rigor and precision) how many people would hold the door to Jon.

(Not me!)

What's tonight's topic, Rachel?

(Must start distributing functions).

Lidia Sweet and Cassandra: glad to see you back.

Rachel Mon Feb 7 13:14:04 PST 2000

Allein - I was very happy to see that you were just who you said you would be.

Heather - It would have been fun. I am sure of it.

Trudy - SMILES!

Lydia - It's nice to see you back.

Take care all.


Heather Mon Feb 7 12:12:27 PST 2000

Trudy! You are even closer than I thought then... Highway 7 from Guelph goes through Acton, and I think it continues on into Georgetown.
As far as I know the Go-buses are still running, just not the Go-train. I could be wrong though!
I meant the go-train wasn't passing through, but it is a monday, and my brain creaks sometimes.
I think most of the go-buses from here go straight to T.O.?
If your schedule is recent then it's probably accurate!

I think I had better blow off the cobwebs lurking in my head.
Jerry, I'd certainly hold the door for you.
Can't remember what else I had to say, so sayonara for now, lovely group!
I'll compose something later...

Lydia Sweet Mon Feb 7 09:04:27 PST 2000

Hi all,

Just catching up on the week-end posts.

Randall, I too reside below the Mason-Dixon line where "Yes, sir" and "No, ma'am" are a way of life that I still adhere to and teach my children as well. I always appreciated being treated like a lady when a gentleman opens the door or pulls out a chair for me, but I was also taught to do the same for my elders. I open doors for men if I'm the first one there and the older men will grab the door and hold it while I enter. However, I work at a University and when a group of students come along you can get stuck holding the door while they rush through never touching the door themselves. I think some parents still teach manners, however, because usually one of the young men eventually takes the door. I'll say "Thank you" and get a "Your welcome, ma'am" in return.

My muse is definitely female for she is fickle as the day is long. I can be writing fluidly for weeks and then nothing for months at a time. She will attack me when I am without paper or pencil or she will give me inspiration for a story I haven't touched in two years. I haven't posted in sometime because I have lost touch with her. Someone once said that a writer has to write or they are not a writer. I hope they are wrong because I love to write. I am not driven, I am moved, I am inspired. I may never be published, but I still will have written my stories. I may never be called an author, but I believe I am a writer.

It's good to see some new blood here, as well some of the older donors. The influx was needed and is welcome.


Jerry A.G. Ericsson Mon Feb 7 08:46:10 PST 2000

Heather - well now days, the ladies hold the door for me more then I for them, due to the cane I must use to get around. Anyhow, sounds like a very nice wedding, we have on such places out here on the plains, I guess the nearest would be in Rapid City which is some 200 miles south of here. Reminds me of our wedding however, it was a very small wedding, held in the church, only close family in attendance. My best friend served as my best man, as he should, and my sister stood up for my wife. We were so very young then, I was just 18, and my wife 21. I can't believe we were ever so young, but we married in the summer of 69, the summer of love. It was such a different world back then, what with the war, the hippy movement, in fact our wedding was held on the same weekend as the great gathering at Woodstock. Well must sign off, and go play cards with mother, she is on the phone with my wife as I type, planning the great pinochle game.


Trudy Mon Feb 7 08:30:19 PST 2000

Morning all, well almost afternoon,

I have a ton to do on the freelance side of things (trying to drum up some work) but thought I'd pop in and catch up here so it isn't overwhelming the next time...this place has gotten very active these days, which is nice to see.

Allein...ok glad to hear you're exercising's something many people leave out and wonder why they aren't reshaping the way they want!

Heather, I realized you were in Guelph...I'm in Georgetown, not Brampton...just having a hard time explaining where I am I guess. lol. I think I'll avoid those workshops too...while I write non-fiction (it's how I make a living) I'm not into writing Christianity based stuff.
As for where I am in Georgetown in case you know it at all...we bought a little house in Glen Williams which is an older part of the town near the arts area...If you've heard of the Williams Mill I'm just around the corner from that. And according to the Go Train schedule I have it goes to Guelph. I wonder why it says that if it doesn't anymore? Anyway I wouldn't have a problem driving to Guelph either...I just haven't driven into TO yet...chicken, you may call me! And as a James Joyce fan Molly Bloom's sounds interesting as does Van Gogh's Ear Cafe...oh so much exploring to do!
Your special dates out with hubby sound lovely! Mine isn't that romantic but since that's one of his few short comings, and he does surprise me once in awhile, I don't mind too much.

Jerry, really people should just be courteous, don't you think? If someone holds the door for them, say thank you. If I hold the door for someone that's what I hope I'll get. So you keep opening those doors. I absolutely hate it when peple just let them go in my face. Now that's rude!

Rachel, it's nice to be back! I hadn't realized just how much I missed the notebook until I came back!

OK off to drum up the work...have a great day all!


Heather Mon Feb 7 07:43:34 PST 2000

Rachel, if you and I had known each other through the notebook, I would certainly have wanted to meet you and have coffee! Could have gone to the Boathouse tearoom or Van Gogh's Ear Cafe! Too bad the Meridian isn't there anymore...that was my favourite coffee house. Hung my art there for a while at one point. Beautiful old stone building with 20ft high ceilings and all. Maybe one day that will once again be a vacant building and I can create a new coffeehouse/bar there.(Cash providing)
It's now an Irish Pub (Molly Bloom's). The Meridian was sold to a German couple about a year and 1/2 ago, who made it into a super-fancy bistro type place, and then soon after opening, it had a massive kitchen fire and closed. The same thing happened to 'Vase', a super deluxe bistro that had gone through months of interior construction on the corner of MacDonnel and Wyndham st., which had a kitchen fire opening night! Needless to say, they didn't last long. Now it's a similar place called "Kaleidoscope', but I haven't been in.

I had been going to the Meridian for a few years with friends and such, and the owner had suddenly decided to sell when i didn't have the capital to purchase it or I would have. Miss that place. I would have kept it much the same as it was. Even had a small library to enjoy when you had some time free, sipping the heavenly lattes or espressos, etc... great food too. Very ethnic (diverse) and earthy, healthy dishes. The owner would even loan out the books if you were a 'regular'.
Maybe I will think of something to write about with that place in mind!
Anyway, I ramble on! Next time you are in Guelph we will have to get together and laugh! And gabble.
Trudy, I am glad to know there is someone close enough to me in Guelph and we should have coffee sometime. I do have wheels, so no Go Bus or Train is necessary (they don't reach Guelph anymore but at one time they did). I remember the days when I rode them. Mostly the go bus. The train was weird, like a double decker bus. Felt like it would tip over on the curves. Used to ride to T.O. from Brampton.
Where abouts do you live in Brampton? I know the city fairly well. I used to work at Loafer's Lake and Professor's Lake for a while too. Also, I started off at C.Gibson pool, man is it tiny! (I was a lifeguard and swim instructor at those places)
I remember the Bramalea city centre before they tore half of it down to add on the new wings! And I still have friends that live across the way from there, in Silver Maple Crt.
I went to highschool at Mayfield S S. My mom taught math for a while at North Peel, and then she decided to torture me by becoming a roaming substitute teacher, and although she wasn't allowed to teach her own kid's classes, she did end up teaching some of my friends as a sub at Mayfield. (that was awful but she is/was a terrific teacher! Even though math is eeeuughghghghhghgh)

well, enough of my bramptonian banter. I only lived there 4 years, but you'd think I lived there a century! Many things in my life changed and happened during those years though.
A trauma here, a blossoming there...

Jerry, I hold doors for people, male or female. I also don't expect men to hold the door for me, so am pleasantly surprised when they do. My husband does more often than not - when he and I actually have the opportunity to go out somewhere together! Maybe on Valentine's. We go out to the place we were married on Valentine's, and our anniversary; the cuisine there is so incredible we look forward to going there for months. It is very expensive, however, so we can't just go there all the time! When we do go, my husband has had flowers delivered earlier in the day and they are on our table, and our favourite champagne is waiting for us too. The nicest thing is that the Maitre'D and so on remember us by name.
We got married there in front of the fireplace, and my Mother's cousin actually did the ceremony. She was terrific. We wrote our own vows, and she was able to incorporate them into the ceremony without missing a beat.

I also did a wedding for our friends there, but they got married in the spring, so I decorated the Gazebo, on a little island in the lake behind the Mill, (Aberfoyle Mill Restaurant) even has swans swimming out there. I was the photographer, flower arranger, I did the dinner tables too, and the was I busy and ended up staple-gunning my finger to the gazebo in last minute fussing over ribbons. And it was white ribbon - and I had no bandaids... I was so nervous that the tuelle 'draperies' and flowers would fall down in the breeze that my hands shook and blam!

We got married in November, so we couldn't be outside obviously...
AND NOW I WILL CHECK OUT OF THE NB...Too much gabbing on my part today...
later, friends and scribble hounds

Allein Mon Feb 7 06:47:35 PST 2000

Trudy - If you want to meet Heather, you guys should definately do it. Rachel came down to meet me in October and she's a wonderful person. We had a great time. It's weird 'cause you never know what they're going to be like (she thought I might be a 400lb man in tights). I do wear tights, but I'm not a 400lb man. :) I told her that if she wanted the closest thing, I could get my brother to wear tights and a tutu and prance around the house. Nightmares!

Jerry A.G. Ericsson Sun Feb 6 21:07:14 PST 2000

Well, yes there were a few kind ladies who held the door for we men from time to time also.

Rachel Sun Feb 6 20:43:05 PST 2000

Hi Trudy - Welcome back (smiles). I can't get over how nice everyone is being about the stuff I left here. Weight and the issues around it. Not easy stuff. Not at all.

Heather! - I was in Guelph this summer. Wish I had known you then. We could have got together for coffee.

I think we are all our own muse. It can be easy to write in times of stress because we have so much that we are trying to express. If we can just let go, the words will flow out and find their way onto the page, screen, napkin...

Sometimes I feel like I might have a muse. That wild drive that seems to come out of the clear blue sky. The desire to write that is so strong it jolts you out of bed in the night. That feeling that will not let you sleep. It's either a muse, or the caffine...

I think that the notion of a muse is very romantic. It sounds wonderful. If there is such a thing as a muse. I think that I must have more than one. I have different feelings for different writing.

I am undecided about the muse thing (smiles).

Take care all.


Heather Sun Feb 6 20:10:06 PST 2000

Trudy - I'm in Guelph, not Georgetown. Although I know just where it is - I lived in Brampton for four years, during the last of grade 8 and some highschool. We lived right across the street from Heart Lake (conservation area).
Guelph is closer to Kitchener than to Brampton and Georgetown. But who knows? We might find a little writer's group to infiltrate! Guelph did have writer's workshops (probably still do) but it was/is for those who write non-fiction Christianity based works. I'll stick to fiction thanks!

we'll have to find a topic for tomorrow, fellow key dancers.

Allein Sun Feb 6 19:57:44 PST 2000

Trudy - I've been walking, in additon to lugging around lots of school books up and down stairs and from one end of the school to the other. I have a lot of books (6) in the morning but hardly any (2) in the afternoon. And that doesn't count the little planner I have.

Trudy Sun Feb 6 18:03:22 PST 2000

Hi all,

Hope everyone's having a fabulous weekend, although I guess it's technically over as we prepare for the new week.

Anyway, thought I'd catch up in the notebook...

So Rhoda, remember me yet? I am in the biographies though it's a little outdated now *grin*

Heather, Georgetown is actually right next to Brampton. We're even on the same Go Train line! Closer than I imagined...maybe we can do coffee sometime (although I also noticed that long reading list you gave with an invite for tea to others!)...I haven't met many people to hang out with who are not in Toronto so it would be you know of any real live writing groups in the area?

And I'm with you and Rachel on the weight issues...if only we could get more people into just being healthy...eating healthy and being active...the healthy bodies would follow...As someone from a family that has a lot of weight issues, I have a hard time not getting depressed about the extra's tough! don't mention what you're doing for exercise!!! Make sure it's in there too!

Rachel I enjoyed your poem and agree we are all our own universe...we just have to learn we control our destinies!

Eddie, what did he write to win? I suppose i could go look this up myself *grin* I'd love to read it and judge for myself! It is surprising the talents that people keep hidden.

Teekay, you're not running out of time because you're so just lead a full and interesting life. At least I never admit to being disorganized so that must be it right? I'm certainly never bored!

Jerry, and we're women holding doors for men? I mean it is a two way street this manners thing, isn't it?

Hema Ati, Americo, Viper Six, Laura, Lydia, Randall, Katarine...have I forgotten anyone...I'm so looking forward to getting to know each of you. I've been enjoying your posts!

Night all!


Teekay Sun Feb 6 17:49:58 PST 2000

Hi everybody,
Well it's the first day back at work *sigh*. Not as bad as I imagined it to be.
Thanks to all who said nice things about my burger my love.
Gotta go and do something less productive now. I'll catch you all later.

Jerry A.G. Ericsson Sun Feb 6 16:11:02 PST 2000

Randall - I think it was you that mentioned a while back that you were at vet sites, or maybe it was Howard, at any rate, whoever mentioned it got me to thinking about some of the guys I was in the Army with. I went looking on the web, and found a site for the last Unit I was with before I went recruiting, which was The Old Guard. Anyhow, thier new site has a link to The Old Guard Association. At that site, I found the E-Mail Address for my old boss int he Commo Section of HQ Co. I E-mailed hime, and we had a nice chat, he forwarded it to another old buddy, and we have been exchangine E-Mails ever since, kind of takes me back. I served with The Old Guard in Washington DC back in 75-76, during the Bi-Centenial of the US. It was an exciting time to be with a ceramonial unit, and I had the privalige of meeting President Ford, and a lot of other dignataries. At any rate, it was a nice on-line reunion. Thanks for mentioning it.


Heather Sun Feb 6 14:22:26 PST 2000

Allein -
I don't think I'd ever even heard the F word until I was pretty close to 12. But then I made up for lost time later, as a teenaged foul mouth brat!
Just kidding.

Heather Sun Feb 6 13:32:53 PST 2000

MUSE: A fickle entity, entitled to tease, taunt, and then wax bountiful during times of increased agitation, (including nervous breakdown and heart failure, but not excluding frustration); only to take flight again when the receiving party is expecting its' presence.

Holds remarkable resemblance to airline attendants, and baggage handling devices.
Beware the Ides of Air: Agents tend to represent only those authors of training manuals for said airport employees.

Katarina Sun Feb 6 12:48:07 PST 2000

You know, I agree with Howard about the wandering of the muse. He says his muse comes out during times of stress. My muse works best under pressure. I have created some of my best writing and art work when I am pressed by time or whatever.


Heather Sun Feb 6 09:13:10 PST 2000

Satires, huh? Ashling, I am certain that once I am able to get a bit more sleep, I will give that idea a hearty attempt. Who knows...

Heather Sun Feb 6 09:10:50 PST 2000

I haven't given comedy a try, really. Hmmmmm. Ok, my tinker is crimped. When I straighten it out and use it, (brain coils) I will give it a shot.
The shot will contain endorphins, Adrenalin, and maybe a little halucinogenic to give me a few ideas.
Ouch. That hurt going through the scalp!
The wishy washy's. Imagine introducing them at a gala affair. "And the speaker is... ZZZZZZZZ"
Oh, I feel bloated. Water on the noggin?

Teekay, I liked your story very much.
I thought the 'internal' dialogue (narrative) was excellent!
See? You certainly have the talent to pull it off.
Keep it up!

What might the topic be on a Sunday afternoon...
crimped tinker and all, I have not a single offering.
Offering!? Ooops. Didn't go to church (again).
Eddie and Howard can thump me with their Bibles. Might get this neuron-tangle pumping.

....uhhhh what was I supposed to write now? (Tired)
oh, yes....Heather

Cassandra Sun Feb 6 08:37:47 PST 2000

Hello all!

I guess Tobias and I are of like minds lately... as I could also not forget the notebook. (special thanks to Allein for being a persistant reminder of the void that conversation with other writers fills)

School gets more difficult every semester, and truthfully, it's hard to keep up with age old friends... those who have given so much, and would continue to give should I ever have the need. So, unfortunatly, the internet went first. It's only recently that I've been able to adapt my life, introduce some form of organization, no matter how much I despise that word. There is a silver lining to it though, I can come grace the notebook again- With new work no less!

I've been writing poetry, which I actually don't hate for once. There's 2 poems of mine on my webpage right now, and there definitely will be more to come.

Agsousa- And how is life treating our profound Portugese prince? Is Jon the cat still roaming these alleys?

Allein- *big hugs* Keep being a believing in you. You're exceptionally talented for one so young... or some so old.

I will be back, most likely late a night meandering the posts, or later in the week to add my thoughts to them.

Good writing to everyone, and I look forward to getting to know those names I don't recall. :)

Off to the art department with me (clanking chains as I go).

Bye for now


Being a slave to one's art sometimes gets on one's nerves... it's the times that it lifts your soul that makes all the pain more than endurable.

Rachel Sun Feb 6 07:41:34 PST 2000

Hi all - Good Morning! In just a few moments I am off to my sons hockey game. It should be a good one (smiles). Know what? They are all good. These kids play so hard. I have come to LOVE hockey.

Rhoda - Thank you.

Take care all.


Ashling Sun Feb 6 02:26:37 PST 2000

Hi y'all. Welcome to the new folks!

RHODA: The rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated (Mark Twain??) You will have mail by Monday. Not a critque thing, just a little something I'm trying out & having much fun with.

HEATHER: I only pass through the Notebook Forest a few times a week, but luckily I caught your little dialogue scene illustrating the need for passionate characters. I dubbed them Wendy & Walter Wishy-Washy! Just fabulous, I laughed and laughed 'til my dogs gave me strange looks & left the room. Do you ever write satire or full-fledged comedy?

Marching off to ignite sparklers beneath the ass of a ho-hum character ...

Best regards,

Heather Sat Feb 5 21:52:28 PST 2000

Evenin' you'uns;

What have I missed? Teekay, I'll be taking a gander at your SM** story in a moment or two. Excited!

Rhoda, thank you for your compliments. Better to just whip a poem off the cuff than work on it too hard - they turn out better that way most of the time. Got one to leave for our senses?
And LIFE, wow, my daughter loves that game too! And I am beginning to dread it as well, with those infernal little stick figures that are supposed to fit into the cars without going suicidal round the bend by the family picnic. They must feel like bailing too, by that point.

Ok, can't feel any more comments bubbling up this time being; I will drift off now into cybersnooze, and possibly reality snooze as well.


Jerry A.G. Ericsson Sat Feb 5 20:58:25 PST 2000

Teekay - read your story WOW!


Rhoda Sat Feb 5 18:38:45 PST 2000


That was a terrific story! You have a knack for short stories. Like Americo, I like your dry way of telling them.

Rachel and Heather,

I have been wanting to tell you both how I respect the way you can whip up a poem on the Notebook. I enjoy reading them all. I greatly respect anyone who can write poetry and write it well like you two do.

Well, time to run and spend some time with the kids. I promised my daughter I would play her LIFE (I really hate that game). Oh, the sacrifices we make for our children.

As my British friends would say, Cherio!



Do you think your mum would adopt me?

Rachel Sat Feb 5 18:09:04 PST 2000

Teekay - Hi you (smiles). I didn't move far. Thank you for the compliment to my poem.

Tobias - Hi:)

Katarina - Thank you (smiles).

All - Know what gets me? When you write fiction, people think it is based on truth. When I write non-fiction, people think it is fiction! Argh (grins)!!!!!!! I guess it doesn't really matter, as long as people enjoy the story.

Take care all.


Teekay Sat Feb 5 17:21:33 PST 2000

That last post was mine.

Sat Feb 5 17:19:05 PST 2000

Goodmorning Howard, good morning Jai, goodmorning T.O.M.
Hah you thought I'd forgotten you hadn't you?

AMERICO: Thankyou. I am truly glad you enjoyed my story. Yor praise means much especially as it is so difficult to extract.

Americo Sat Feb 5 16:26:46 PST 2000


You describe a trivial episode of the life of adolescents (a love declaration) in the most trivial way a non-romantic type can get. The narrator of your story is really " a bit long in the tooth for dramatics". No Romeo and Juliet sort of person. The title tells all: "My burger my love". It's not everyday that one reads a text so aparently void of "the stirrings of the soul" Gil calls "profundity." A tale where emotion is seen through the eyes of a dry heart. Where is your wastebasket, Teekay?

You can call it trash as well. Anything that by any other name should mean the recipient where writers throw their attempts at literature. A rose is a rose... (Romeo and Juliet).

But a rose is a rose only when a writer knows its real name. You know it and you use it with skill. Yours is one of the good texts of our collection. Read on and you'll see the full picture I took to your story.

Teekay, if your wastepaperbasket has more texts like "My Burger My Love" please do not send its contents to the fire. Pick them up and read them to us. They are good pieces of a talent for literature. You know that the most moving tear is the tear that one does not cry. And you know that the best story is nothing if not well-told. The episode you describe could be nothing, or worst than nothing, if told in a trivial way by a narrator full of great sentiments and desperately longing for a fify five year companion that died two months ago, leaving an unutterable space for insomnia and sleeping pills. You chose the other way round. You chose well. The burger is really the love of the narrator. But it's a marvelous burger: one whose smell projects a mind to a past where pofundity was still to be learned. The narrator can close her eyes at last and sleep like Juliet. She now knows the meaning of profundity.

A contemporary way of telling a love story. Katherine Mansfield would kiss your lashes.

howard Sat Feb 5 16:06:29 PST 2000

Toby -- Congratulations! That's great news! And welcome back!

All --
Does your muse seem to draw nearer in times of stress? Then does she remain aloof when things are going well? That's the way mine behaves. Most of my writing has been done under extremely stressful conditions. When I have the luxury of a few moments to relax and think about it, I look around and she's gone. I think she has one of those tee shirts!

Hema Ati -- I'm sorry if I seemed to be ignoring you. I don't get to spend a lot of time here during the week.

That whole 'chivalry' thing reminded me of a little scenario that I heard about, and actually had the occasion to use once: I had opened the door to the cafeteria for a young woman, (a 'milfem') and instead of saying "thank you" she asked (in that snarly 'I-despise-the-estrogen-impaired' voice that we all know and love) "Are you doing this just because I'm a poor helpless girl?" I replied "No, I'm doing it because I was raised to be polite, even when it's undeserved."


Allein Sat Feb 5 15:34:39 PST 2000

Tobias - Hi or whatever. *grins* :)

Tobias S. Buckell Sat Feb 5 13:22:01 PST 2000

Clyde Dixon and Rhoda Fort and anyone else who may remember me :-)

I'm still around. Unfortunately I don't read the notebook like I used to. I've been very busy. I've never been much for talking too much about doing something, but rather doing it, and so have slipped away to focus on the craft. And I've been very happy in that decision. But if you're interested in what past posters here are up to, here is a quick summary;

I went to Clarion East this summer. After that I've sold a story to Science Fiction Age that is out right now in the February/March issue, called 'The Fish Merchant.' I won the last quarter of The Writers of The Future Contest, and I sold a story to Nalo Hopkinson's anthology of Caribbean Fabulist Fiction. So keep an eye out for me.

I mostly keep people updated through my homepage where I keep a journal and have a newsgroups for any pressing conversation, so I've withdrawn a bit from arenas like this. But I haven't forgotten the old notebook, but I only drop in maybe once a month :-)

Take care all, feel free to say hi or whatever.

Teekay Sat Feb 5 07:23:42 PST 2000

Okay Mum. Goodnight Mum,goodnight Allein, goodnight Americo, goodnight EDDIE, goodnight Heather, goodnight Hema Ati, Goodnight Jerry, goodnight other Jerry, goodnight jon, goodnight Katarina,goodnight laura, goodnight Lydia,goodnight Rachel, goodnight Randall, goodnight Rhoda.
Goodnight Johnboy.

Rachel: how come you maved and where did you move to?

Sat Feb 5 07:17:57 PST 2000

Teekay get to bed. Not that you need your beauty sleep. You are already far too beautiful to behold.

Teekay Sat Feb 5 07:17:08 PST 2000

My Mum knows everything.

Teekay. Sat Feb 5 07:16:37 PST 2000

Thanks Mum.

Sat Feb 5 07:16:01 PST 2000

Teekay I think you are the most wonderful person. You are sweet, kind and funny (in a sophisticated and elegant way.)
You are also very, very intelligent and a joy to know. It would be a truly wonderful world if there were more people like you in it. I don't know how that Eddie person could have missed you out. He should be so ashamed of himself.

I think quite a few hail mary's would be in order for that man.

Oh and you are a really good writer too.

Teekay Sat Feb 5 07:11:01 PST 2000

Back again. Have just reread my story and one word comes to mind. Amateur. I feel rather embarrassed to have posted it now. Well that's it for me. I'm going to bed before I have to get up.

Saying for the day, night, whatever. `If you can't say anything nice say something nasty.'

I think there's something in that for all of us, don't you?

Nighty night all zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzclunk.

Teekay Sat Feb 5 06:46:35 PST 2000

Back again.

I've posted another story in SM*. Don't know if it's any good or not coz I've just finished it and haven't left much room to be judgemental about it. Besides it's 1:45am.

HEATHER & RHODA: Loved your stories.

RACHEL: Your poem was great. I think you should call it unity.

LYDIA SWEET: I think you have a really good bitch name.

Americo Sat Feb 5 06:07:36 PST 2000


So "Sir" Alex Fergusson got the Booker Prize? How interesting! The Booker has always been a source of surprise (sometimes of fun) to some of us. Most prestigious prizes are. I remember one year when one of the members of the panel, after giving the Booker to an insignificant novel, boasted himself publicly of never having read Marcel Proust. What a cretin!

Yet I like the English precisely because of that. When they want to play, they play courageously till the end. I'm sure that the book of the manager of the great Machester United has some interest, and I'm looking forward to reading it. (I cannot resist a Booker Prize).

It would be nice if you talked to us about contemporary English fiction from time to time. I like Ian McEwan, Rose Tremain, David Lodge, Anita Brookner on the beach (she also got the Booker), and let us not forget Salmon Rushdie.

As for literary Awards, do not forget that Churchill was given the Nobel! (In his History of the English etc, he starts a chapter this way: "Between 1650 and 1655, five years elapsed." I'm quoting by heart, but I remember that I was impressed by Churchill's genius for Algebra and his quick capacity for counting by the fingers-—).

PS. I'd like to see Manchester United vs Porto, my team. That may happen this coming Spring (if Porto beats Barcelona first, not an easy task). And I believe that England is going to be one of the victims of Portugal in the European Championship in June.

Which team do you support? Liverpool, probably. Don't tell me you don't like football! Together with chess, that's one of my hobbies-- I have no others.

PSS. Randal, when will you give us the pleasure of reading a short-story of yours? I love your posts.

Katarina Fri Feb 4 22:20:25 PST 2000

Top of the evening to you all....I have the little ones tucked soundly in their beds (okay, almost soundly) and I sneak into my little private corner of the world to visit with my secret friends...

Rachel - I went back and read your poem. How beautiful. It makes me have this feeling of deja vu for some reason. Good deja vu. I have always loved and respected dance even though I am not a good dancer, myself.

Regarding obscenities...I have to agree with Heather's grandfather...there is a time and place for everything and if overused, obscenities get tiresome. I can remember the first time I ever heard my father say the "F" word. I was about 21. Just broke up with my fiance and went running home to mommy to let my wounds heal. Well, I did that for about three months and decided I had to get the heck out of there, so I found an apartment and harrangued my sister into moving in with me. Dad was kind enough to volunteer to help me move my stuff in the back of his pick up truck. (My new digs were only about 5 miles from their house.) One of my treasures to be moved, was a huge, oak rocking chair that my Mother had given my fiance and I for a Christmas present (I got custody). When Dad put that chair on the back of the truck and did not fasten it down, something went off in my head! I expressed my worries to him casually, but he shrugged me off. Do you know, not even half way to the new apartment, that rocker went flying off the back of the truck and shattered into a hundred pieces! Dad looks in the rearview mirror and out it slipped...."F----!" My jaw dropped and I sat in stunned silence. My Dad just used the biggest, baddest swear word!

Being the anal retentive, perfectionist engineer that he is, Dad ordered new spindles for the rocker, took it to his tool shed and glued every gosh darn piece back together. It looks as good as new and sits in my living room to this day. My Mother, bless her pea pickin little heart, was spared the details of the tragedy and was never the wiser. Sometimes when we are feeling devilish, we will kid and tease about the rocker, but she is still not hip to what happened. Dad, I think, just holds his breathe.

I come from southern baptist stock and swearing is frowned my mother would say, "You sound like a sailor!" The challenge is to express oneself with words. Big juicy, meaningful words that paint a picture so real, you could step into it...

Sweet dreams all...


Allein Fri Feb 4 21:49:43 PST 2000

Heather - don't worry about saying the F word in public. I learned it when I was seven from an older guy on my street. Then I make the mistake of going up to my mom and saying "Mom, can we use the word F*ck." Of course the answer was no and then I had one more question "What's it mean?" That answer was "Never mind." Incedently I found out three years later. In fact, a funny story about that. My brother got the F word mixed up with the word "chuck" - a slang term which means "to throw" and so, he stands up infront of all the other kids on the street, with a stick in his hand and proudly announces "I'm gonna f*ck this stick!" He was only six, so he didn't know what the word meant (neither did I at the time) but now it's pretty funny.
Anyway, see ya,

Heather Fri Feb 4 21:17:03 PST 2000

Oh, for BLEEPS sake!
I didn't mean to stick in the 'u' in the f-word (below post)
BUt, that * scrap of sensorship doesn't hide the fact I used it in the first place. Oh well.

Heather Fri Feb 4 21:10:39 PST 2000

Hema Ati, dear one, you were not forgotten. I was wondering where you had gone. Sorry if it seemed no one noticed, including me. I did! So, will you grace us with a hobby list? Are we forgiven?

Well, I do treasure a man with manners and thoughtfullness.
Jerry, I would have thought it chivalrous if you held the door for me. Randall, glad to meet such a fine southern gent.
I like chivalry, ohhhh yes. I certainly miss Sir Lancelot, King Arthur, all the knights that I once knew.
Reminds me I haven't spent much time engrossed in those tales lately.
My husband has an Excalibur-like sword, and has chivalrous manners and honour to match, which is one big reason I was charmed by him. So few of yea men left? Possibly true. We need to infuse the youngun's with the code. Carry the torch. It still burns in some corners of the world.
Obvious here, in the NB - for the topic was brought to light in the first place!

Now, onto my own manners...
(Run! Run! Get Away!) I joke. (Butm notice I posted sh*t! father down in the NB! OOOPS)
I have quite good manners if I so choose (even know which is the shrimp fork), but sometimes I just feel like a mean cuss will express that pent up frustration, so long as I'm not in polite company... and, (gladly) I don't have an outhouse to curse by. I prefer indoor plumbing, and can go off behind the shed if I need to! I have let fly the F word once in polite company, and was surprised by the reaction after my embarassment died off. My grandfather came up to me in his kitchen as I was drying the dishes, and he said to me,"You know Heather, it's not like we all haven't said f*uck before, and it certainly isn't a new word. In fact, my golf buddies and old war companions probably wore it out before you were born. But I think using swear words all the time just shows lack of imagination. Don't you think?"
I must say, I agree.
Not that cussin' doesn't have it's place. And it doesn't USUALLY offend me. I enjoy all of our language, every itty bitty word, our languages' incredible diversities and great proliferance of words. Adjectives up to Everest, Nouns to the North Pole! Adverbs to Asia and back!
We don't have 80 different words for 'snow' as the Inuit do, but we certainly have a plethora at our fingertips. I was studying Chinese (Mandarine) characters for an art piece I did for a juried show last year, and learned so much just from looking into 6 characters(words). Amazing what that language involves, learning a separate 'drawing' for every single word! Like shorthand Good Lord! I saw a book on that, and nearly lost my jaw.

...My Thesaurus Loves Me! Because I love it.

Feather quill in hand,
Oh dear! That is terrifying news about the Literary Award. Does that mean I have to be a coach to win? Ha ha ha. That is not funny.

Have a great Friday (and Saturday)
Lady of The Lake is calling. Her siren song drifts across the ripples of the water, the droplets like stars upon her arm. She wears white linen, I see it shimmer beneath the waves. Under the sparkle of the sun.


Jerry Ericsson Fri Feb 4 19:40:53 PST 2000

Randell old man, your are so truely correct. If my words offended anyone on this notebook, I do so deeply appologize, however I do not appologize for such language in SM**, as my old Comp proffessor said, there are stories where such language is needed, and in such a story, it is fit and proper.

When on the Newspaper at the University of North Dakota, I once did an opinion story about manners. In the story, I complained that being older then average, I was taken aback when I held the door for one of the young ladies on campus, and was promptly called a male chaulvanist pig for my effort. The article went on to ask the question "what ever happened to manners?" - well for the rest of my time there, every time I held the door, I received a nice "thank you kind sir" from the ladies, guess the story hit home. But I noticed that more and more around campus, the guys were holding the doors for the gals, men were seating ladies in the dinning facility. Guess this goes back to last nights topic, about a writer expressing his strong opnion in his stories. It was nice to see that I made a little impact on the general population anyhow.


PS - I did live in Texas for several years in the early 70's What a place, nothing like it.

Teekay Fri Feb 4 17:41:45 PST 2000

Hi Guys,
I have banished Olga because Heather is right she is not my kind of bitch and your right I am not a bitch. I am too nice to be a bitch. I am a Betty.

RANDALL: On Friday you popped into my thoughts with your TGIF. Of course it was only your Thursday then.

I haven't had time to catch up on the posts yet so I'll read them off line.

Why is it that I seem to be running out of time lately? Bad organization? Probably!

`I have no food said the poor man so may sup at your table this day?'

Randall Fri Feb 4 17:24:29 PST 2000

Happy Friday afternoon:

Oh Yes!!!! YES!!!!!! I agree with my friend Americo :-) Thank you Americo for bringing this lapse of decency to our attention. Guys, I believe a round of apologies is in order for the ladies ... especially from you southerners. I mean below the Mason Dixon Line that is. You know that we pride ourself on being gentlemen. By far the worst offense in my book would be cursing. Gentlemen understand that cursing should only be done away from the ladies and in private ... behind the outhouse.

Along that line, I attended a writers club meeting several years ago and had to introduce myself. I spent several minutes detailing my life and goals and sat down. We had an hour long roundtable discussion and the evening was highlighted by a local author who received $1,000,000 smackers for her latest book? Yes that's right a million. Well, that was certainly exceptional but I nearly fainted as she related how her latest novel was accepted and sent to the printer AS IS!!!!! AS IS!!!!! Also, the proximity to so much wealth blew me away and it was all I could do to avoid throwing yours truly at her feet. She ended the discussion by welcoming me and told the other's. "I recgonize Randall the minute he began to speak. He is an old time southern gentleman and welcome to our club."

Yes I am and thank you very much kind lady.

So if any of you guys have used the F word in your posts recently, please acknowledge it now and make your peace. :-)
Or suffer the pain of strawberry ice creme in your shorts and pie on your face. :-) :-)

Randall "Heh Heh" H

laura Fri Feb 4 15:02:06 PST 2000


I thank you for your kind words and I am sure that Dragon Trenton thanks you as well. There was a third "Dragon installment" but it never posted and I have not redone it since. If you like that, I believe I also have some dragon stuff in the workbook (Novel? Short story?) I also have a novel begining called Song of the Stone.

As for Viper Six, the name belongs to a man. He will visit when he can but is currently unable to get to a computer with internet access, so it is hard to say when he will pop in.

Rachel Fri Feb 4 13:51:22 PST 2000

Hema - I like to dance alone. My partner can live in my heart and soul. You do not need to hold a person in order to dance with them (soft little smiles). I had 10 years of classical ballet training. Dancing can bring me great joy. I have danced with my dreams for a long, long time.

I did notice that you were not around. I am happy to see you back.

Take care you


This is not to say that I don't like to dance with flesh and blood sorts. It is just to say that I think the best partners I have ever had in dance are the ones that never took on solid form (grins and laughter). This way they can't step on your feet!

Americo Fri Feb 4 13:36:23 PST 2000

Hema Ati,

the behavior of the Notebookers who did not notice your absence is truly regrettable. I noticed it but I did not dare to speak, as we had not been introduced formally. I take this opportunity to do it.

My name is Americo. I am Portuguese. How do you do?

Is your name a real name or a pseudonym? I love it. It is so Romantic! It reminds me of Mata Hari -- the lady who was shot for being a spy to the Germans. I never believed she was a spy. A beautiful woman can never be a spy. And if she is a spy it's the others' fault, not hers. Wouldn't you agree with me, Hema Ati? Even if you don't, you are right.

The topic for this weekend is the lack of manners of the gentlemen of this forum —— and I hope the ladies do not spare their rashest words.

If you (both sexes) prefer something more to Jon's taste: etiquette on the Net and how writers should not swallow rules dictated by the bloody bourgeoisie in the name of a code subordinated to basically two principles: Anglo-Saxon hypocrisy and I am a white, middle-class, reactionary Christian (though my wife says I can be a hell of a Revolutionary sometimes).

Hema Ati, you can speak about whatever comes to your mind. The same generous freedom is hereby allowed to two people I most admire but who I never had a chance to talk to: Laura and Viper Sex.

I'm a reader of Laura's: I've read, and enjoyed immensely, the two installments of her dragon contribution to SM**.

As for Viper Six, I have seen him/her (?), from my window and behind curtains, walking elegantly on the streets of this lovely village called "House of Jacks" (from a tale by Mr Ericsson).

Hope Hema Ati, Viper Six and Laura enjoy this site as much as I do.

Happy and relaxing weekend to everyone (including the males)

Hema Ati Fri Feb 4 12:08:19 PST 2000

Eddie, thanks for remembering that I exist.The others
did not even notice my absence.They did not mention me in their posts.Not even a "where are you?"
Rachel , I would have danced with you , but I sprained my ankle.
Heather, I did not know about the existence of cheese cake ice cream.sounds yummy.
whats this week's topic?(tgif)
bye all.

Eddie French Fri Feb 4 10:37:58 PST 2000

Fellow scribes,
Down your tattered quills right now! The quest is doomed afore it's hardly begun. Waste no more precious hours about your faithless muse. Your fate is to be berated as no-marks, ignored with the rest of the unwashed, illiterate masses!
Hark, I hear you whisper. What brings on this black shadow of despair? Does Lord Foul the despiser walk the earth once more?
(Well not really!)
I just heard a little snippet of news. (I only got the last of the story so I don't have all of the gory details) but here is the gist of it:
'Sir' Alex Ferguson (Manager of Manchester United Football Club. Yes the most sucessful 'Soccer' team in the UK) has just been awarded the most honourable Literary prize that this country can award to it's literary genious.
He was footballer, a team manager, a good one I admit.
Now, it may just be that in all those years persuing his career in football he hid from the world these wonderful literary skills. Somehow I doubt it.
Bloody stroll on!
(See, I swore!)

Heather Fri Feb 4 08:35:14 PST 2000

forgot this button; another favourite...

"No Muttering In The Ranks"

Heather Fri Feb 4 08:33:49 PST 2000

I have a button I like to wear if I'm going shopping:
"Just Lurking"

or another delight:
"You sound reasonable. It must be time to increase my medication" (wore it a few times, got more than a few weird looks).

One that's on a very strange hat:
"Practice random kindness and senseless acts of beauty"

And lastly, one that I should wear more often:
"Hair by Wind and Weather"

My husband has a few silly T-shirts:

One with two little penguins (upper left corner of shirt)
and:"It's nice, but it's not California"

"Give Blood, Play Hockey"

"THere's No Such Thing as Off-Season"

"Weather is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful" (my grandma didn't get that one.)

:o) ...have a few!

bye! Heather

Lydia Sweet Fri Feb 4 08:31:56 PST 2000

Oops! Didn't mean to post that twice.


Lydia Sweet Fri Feb 4 08:29:30 PST 2000

Good Morning,

Howard, I love your friend's T-Shirt. I have a friend whose birthday is next week. I may just have to go have a T-Shirt made for her. She is one who would appreciate the sentiment! (Laughing out Loud).

The topic of writing without opinions or convictions or emotions: The overall feeling of a story will carry some feeling, even in a romance, such as I write, politcal, moral, and ethical convictions seep into the characters and even the background events of a story.

Journalism should be the exception, but so rarely is. I live in an area where there is only one major newspaper and it is decidedly Republican(Scripts Howard). Where truth in journalism exists for them is headlining stories that are negative in content toward their opponents and positive to their candidates. There is no false reporting here, just the manner in which it is presented which makes it opinionated. Their way of telling the story effects the importance of what is being told. A novelist may do the same thing with dialogue and adjectives.

"I dreamt I danced in the moonlight with my heart's desire, when I awoke I found moondust on my pillow."


Lydia Sweet Fri Feb 4 07:53:03 PST 2000

Good Morning,

Howard, I love your friend's T-Shirt. I have a friend whose birthday is next week. I may just have to go have a T-Shirt made for her. She is one who would appreciate the sentiment! (Laughing out Loud).

The topic of writing without opinions or convictions or emotions: The overall feeling of a story will carry some feeling, even in a romance, such as I write, politcal, moral, and ethical convictions seep into the characters and even the background events of a story.

Journalism should be the exception, but so rarely is. I live in an area where there is only one major newspaper and it is decidedly Republican(Scripts Howard). Where truth in journalism exists for them is headlining stories that are negative in content toward their opponents and positive to their candidates. There is no false reporting here, just the manner in which it is presented which makes it opinionated. Their way of telling the story effects the importance of what is being told. A novelist may do the same thing with dialogue and adjectives.

"I dreamt I danced in the moonlight with my heart's desire, when I awoke I found moondust on my pillow."


Allein Fri Feb 4 06:45:57 PST 2000

Rachel - I like your poem. :) It's very creative and paints a picture in my mind. Keep up the good work.

me again, mad bomber)))) Fri Feb 4 00:36:33 PST 2000

"Here is a test to find out if your mission on Earth is finished: If you're alive, it isn't."

---Richard Bach

like that one. :o)


ooops Fri Feb 4 00:33:54 PST 2000

I meant big, not bug.
No laughing!

Heather Fri Feb 4 00:32:28 PST 2000

Beware, fellow NBer's!
Saturday is a solar eclipse!
OOOhohhhh. Bug uh-oh.
Like the lunar eclipse a while ago - does weird things to life-forms like people. And wolves?
Definately cats.
If it is a total eclipse, night creatures will be waking for the event. Batman will think it's OK to walk around nude, not knowing there are people up to witness. Tsk tsk!

Did I mention I need rest?

Heather Fri Feb 4 00:16:45 PST 2000

Ahhhh, Rachel, you lit my eyes with sparkles.
*twinkle twinkle* I liked your Dance that you 'choreographed'!
It's a moon in Sagittarius kind of bond, I think. We seem to have a lot in common.
Egocentrism is an exaggerated sense of importance. You do not have this disease. Your dreams and dances are for the good of people as a whole, and your heart is in the correct space. The space of the conscious soul.
I agree, we all have complete control of our personal microverse. (Meaning our selves; bodies, minds, souls, and every thought, word and action; including our reactions.) CHOICE. We choose what we do, and what we allow to be done to us. (Could this simple concept be discussed for years, or what?)
We can choose not to choose, too of course. Let the ship be guided by so called unseen hands.(Bah!)

We are Masters of our destinies, Writers of our scripts, Players of our own making. (by William Shakespeare - a thought on reincarnation if you will: "The world is but a stage; men and women merely players") And I'll be darned if we didn't pick our own parts to play, make the costumes, and parade around as if we forgot the fact!

Read any Richard Bach? Or the Tao? Or Buddhist scripture?
Life and Teaching of the Masters of the Far East?
Edgar Cayce?

The best of R.Bach is 'Jonathon Livingston Seagull', 'Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah'---also called 'Illusions'; also 'There's No Such Place as Far Away', and 'One'. These by Bach are good as well: 'The Bridge Across Forever', 'Biplane' and 'Running from Safety'.
I know Mr. Bach seems an odd addition to the list, as does Edgar Cayce (Sleeping Prophet), but they are simply modern speakers of truth, rather than ancient. (or semi-ancient?)
L&T of the Masters is from 1930's, written by Baird T. Spaulding. Incredible read, those books are (there are 6 in the set). And Edgar Cayce was doing his 'thing' in the 30's too.

Anyone think I have lost a nut? Read the books in that list, then we'll have tea and discuss it! (And no, I do not wear a straight-jacket as a hobby. Or a pre-occupation...)

Tom Robbins might agree with aforementioned concepts, if he posted here. (Tom, where are ya?) And he has a lot to say on the topic of choice! (Still Life With Woodpecker, one of his greats)

THere is a wonderful little story I found on choice, in a book called 'Stories of the Spirit, Stories of the Heart' which is filled to the brim with excellent stories and traditional teachings. Even some CHinese Proverbs and the like from varied cultures... some of my favourite little gems!

I will seek out that book and post the story -with due credit to the author - for y'all tomorrow or very soon.
((did I use enough brackets for your viewing interruption?))))HAHAHAH I am the mad bracket bomber...
I need sleep. Cackle cackle.

Rachel Thu Feb 3 23:13:09 PST 2000

Heather - So yah liked my little dream. I will tell yah about the dance. I have a second (grins). This evening my hubby and I met the neighbours. We all sat back and had a couple (GRINS). They are all pissed beyond words. I am cautious around those I do not know. I can nurse a drink like there is no tomorrow and if push comes to shove I can hold a drink and a half above most. Lets just call is genetics (merry laughter).


I dance under the light of the moon.
The wind is my partner.
It sings sweet songs in my ears.
I feel its gentle touch.

I dance under the sun.
The wind still by my side.
Should my step falter, it swirls round me as my guide.

I dance with my dreams.
I dance with the earth, wind, water and fire.
I fear none of them.

I dance with the past, present and future.
All that has ever been and will ever be are alwas and for ever my faithful partners.

I dance in harmony with myself.
I am my own small universe.
Come dance with me.

Take care you.


All - Ya, ya. I know it sounds egocentric. But c'mon. Take a deep breath. Think about it for a second. Aren't we all just a little univers. Isn't it really up to us, who and what we let in? Let's be real here for just one little sec, okay?

Take care all.


PS - I am delighted to be a part of any or all of your lives.

Rachel Thu Feb 3 23:01:29 PST 2000

Allein - Be good to you. That is all I care about in this.

Heather - I wrote about "The dance" this afternoon. I always write that sort of carp (grins). It is an endless spill over of who I am. I call it my soul screaming to be heard (grins).

Take care all.


Allein Thu Feb 3 22:32:07 PST 2000

Heather - I don't want to be a size one or two, so don't worry. I want to be maybe an eight or a nine. I'm a thirteen/fourteen now. I just want to look good enough to wear short shirts that expose my tummy, but right now, I have too much tummy to expose. But, I do eat - healthy stuff, sandwiches, soups, jello and Cheerios as a snack. Then whatever my family eats for dinner, only smaller portions if it's high in fat, like macaroni and cheese or other high fat pastas. My mom is doing the same thing, but she doesn't want to lose as much. She had surgery in May and gained some weight because she couldn't do much. She's not overweight, but she has a tummy and she thinks her thighs are fat, but not as big as mine. She'll probably only lose about 10 pounds. I'm going to have to go for 20 or 30, but after that my weight will stay in the acceptable range of 120-130 lbs. I'm like 150 right now, and that's after losing four pounds. I feel thinner already.
But, if you're wondering, I've been talking to modeling agencies and professional scouts, and they're now looking for more natural looking models, not the super skinny ones. Some girls I saw in my catalog just a couple days ago aren't the super skinny models, they're normal. The average american woman is 145 lbs and between 5'2" and 5'6". I wish I was 5'6", I'm 5'2".
Actually, I am aspiring to be a model (catalogs, maybe some commercials - nothing major - can't do shows, too short), which is one reason I'm trying to lose weight, because I might start this summer. Mainly, however, I have low self esteem because I'm heavy and for so long I've been wishing to be thin. But the problem with people is that they wish for something and don't do anything about it, so I'm doing something about it. But, I also hope to be a model. One agency called me like a year ago but my parents made up some stupid excuse just so they wouldn't have to go to Seattle. So, I'll probably contact them and a few other agencies this summer.
But, seriously, don't worry. My weight won't drop below 120. Everyone says I'm skinny, but in reality, I'm not. I just cover it up really well with my clothes. But, anorexia is a terrible disease (I've done research) and I choose never to go that way. Bulimia's even worse because it errodes your tooth enamel - and my teeth already in bad shape - I'm getting my braces off this summer, and after that, I'll have dental work done to make them look more normal.
Anyway, I have to go to bed.

"Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things."

Heather Thu Feb 3 20:18:33 PST 2000

Americo, that was supposed to be 'you would get MAD at me... not 'amd'... (speaking of chess)
Pawn to black 24.

Heather Thu Feb 3 20:14:32 PST 2000

Hmmm... nice topic, Americo...:o)
I can't think of a single classic or fiction title I've read recently that didn't have something strong or controversial to say - well, "Zen, and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" was borderline, had it's strong opinion points, then got watery in the middle. Not that it's really a classic. AN oddity perhaps?
There has to be a compelling reason to write. What better than a strong opinion about something? What better than a shocker? A grab-you-in-the-ass concept? Or a new twist and voice to (explode upon)shake up a 'common' topic.
The protagonist, vs. the antagonist - the head of conflict, the vessel of opinions, expressed by the writer through a noteworthy subject/character(s). (this is a generalization, everyone!)....
Would a book be interesting if both protagonist and antagonist felt wishy washy about whatever it was? (the main concept)
"I'm not sure," she said, staring a hole in the floor.
"Well, neither am I," he replied.
"Don't know what to think about that."
"Hmmm. I guess it's nothin'," he said, twirling his keys.
"Um hummm. No worries," she smiled, a glassy sheen to her eyes.

and DRY
ech. I could try that in exposition form, but you would all be asleep. Or dying.
Americo is right, even though that little splash I just wrote as an example was not terribly on target.
Conflict arises when opinions differ, actions differ, values or morals differ and you let others know - through words actions, etc..
("my moral standing is lying down..." nice quote by Trent Reznor)
You get the idea folks. Conflict. No matter what it stems from, is the plot engine. The story wings.
The fountain head.
And expressing a strong opinion in your writing is sure to stir the pot. What a juicy morsel. Sink in your teeth!

Trudy - I'm from Guelph, which is an hour away from T.O. I think Mississauga is on the other side of T.O. from here. Guelph is East of the city.
Oh, and welcome to the NB!

ViperSix - didn't know that was supposed to be an outline, Legend form or not. Add a blurb at the top so we know ahead of reading it! You posted that you had contributed a short STORY and wanted a critique.

Jon, does Euclidia have Euclids, those giant bulldozer/dump truck things? And, is the sky that flourescent green they paint the Euclids? Nice imagination for a cat.

Americo, play me a game of chess? I'll lose, but losing to you would be quite fun. You would get amd at me for thinking it fun to lose. Then again, maybe I would win?
Nice to have you DJ'ing the topic tonight! I'll think of one for tomorrow...take turns.

Howard, you are very cute! :o) It's an upright grand...
I'll sling it into the truck! I could stand some warm weather. And a helmet. (I mean giant puffball)

Allein, glad to hear you are feeling good about yourself. I think 1-2 lbs. a week is good, and 2-3 is still alright as long as you're careful! Rachel has every reason to worry - teenage girls are the prime sufferers of anorexia.
(here I go ranting)
Reasons? I'd say it's 90% magazines. Girls read all those stupid beauty mags and then every one of them thinks they are fat and ugly, and are desperate to find solutions. WHy is the mag and fashion industry so huge? Because we fall for it. And we buy into it.(how much do you spend on clothes, products and cosmetics you see in a magazine? Add it up now...) We also buy into the mentality.

Being a size 1 or 2 is not ONLY hideously thin, but weak! I have never seen a girl that tiny hold her own on the field, let alone in the world. A high percentage of the models in mags - the super skinny's, are doped out and don't even eat. Wonder why you'd only last as a runway or mag model for a few years? There's your answer. Not because of wrinkles! (but I hear dope and stress can give you those early.)
Here's a true story. My best friend throughout childhood had heart trouble (in the worst way- pacemaker, bipasses, patched holes, needed a transplant...etc) and was barely 60 lbs soaking wet all her life. She tried everything to GAIN weight, so she could have a better chance of survival - every year or so she had to undergo major surgery. She died at 21 years old, never making it past 65 pounds. She would have given everything just to be an average weight. ANd I would have given her my heart.

We can thank God we are so lucky. Lucky that a few pounds here and there (on or off) won't kill us.

OK Allein, now that I've ranted and shed my tears, I can say this:
If you feel better that you've lost weight, I'm happy for you! Just watch that the lure of beauty mag queen doesn't make you lose your sense. You've got a lot of it.
We love you.

Rachel, dream a little dream... nothing wrong with that, and I loved how you said it.

May the wings of Angels cradle your heads always.

Rhoda Thu Feb 3 19:34:04 PST 2000


Yes, I am that same old Rhoda. I will have to go back to the archives and look you up. So many have come and go since I started posting. It is always good to see someone from those early days.


I want to get out Chapter 7, but I am having a hard time with that chapter. I have worked on it all day. I am about
half way done with it. I will try to get it out to you tomorrow.

Trudy Thu Feb 3 18:59:12 PST 2000

Hello all. I hadn't planned to write anything but I'm not good at lurking. I've enjoyed reading all of the posts on this page and thought "hey I'd like to join this group."

So Rhoda, are you the Rhoda that was here when Britomart, Ben and Kae Brown were part of the list? You mentioned Goodweed and Philip which is why I wonder. I am one of the "oldies" to this group...started posting on it back when it was only a single page, maybe two...if you check the archives. It's nice to see the notebook still going strong with such an interesting crew. Jump in KITTY if you're lurking...

Heather, I live outside of Toronto too but am very new to this area. I was living in New Brunswick (born and raised) but hubby was transferred to Mississauga so we have a lovely place in Geln Williams as of Nov. 15. That near you? Toronto is so big you could be anywhere.

Anyway just wanted to say hi. I'll be checking in regularly; I hope to see where the strains of conversations go. Nice to meet all of you.


Allein Thu Feb 3 18:33:40 PST 2000

Kat - I've heard 1 to 2 pounds is good too, but 2 to 3 is generally what people loose. I'm about 30 pounds overweight, so I've got a ways to go.

Rachel - I know you care. I will not end up anorexic. My mom won't allow that - I think that was one of her fears, but I know better than that (hey, I had to study the disease for my character, right?). I lost another pound incedently, but I think it's 'cause I've been sick the last two days and haven't eaten very much. But today, I was feeling well enough to eat dinner. :) Anyway, (((BIG HUGS))) to you!

Jon Thu Feb 3 17:54:59 PST 2000

Jerry, and do not forget the drinks. "Stroz" is not that bad after all
People, the topic is "A writer must scandalize the world with his opinions, otherwise he cannot be very good."

Why is that so? Because everything is wrong in this world, and a great writer can see it and must proclaim the truth. I cannot see anything beautiful on the earth. Not if I compare it with Euclidian, the planet I come from. You should see what life is like that. Just strawberries and cream. You think that water is blue: You should see Euclidian water. You think children are beautiful? (I don't). You should see Eu..
Better go to bed.
Good night. And dream of Euclidian.

Jerry Ericsson Thu Feb 3 17:08:36 PST 2000

Just finished building my first "from scratch" computer, took me a couple of weeks surfing the web to find all the parts, bid on them on the auctions etc. Got the last part today via UPS. Sat down at the dinning room table and assembled all the parts. What a feeling to push that power switch and see the machine come to life! Don't exactly know what I am going to do with it, guess my sister told my uncle about it and he is interested in buying it. Only cost just under $200 bucks to put it togather. it ended up being a 300 MHZ (Cyrex instead) with a 1.6 gig hard drive and 32 meg of ram, 56K modem, PCI sound card (3D suround sound) with a good fast 3D video card. Hooked it to a used HP 14" monitor. Works great. Was fun to build too. Next I have to build my daughter a GOOD machine for her computer graphics programs that she has studied in college. She wants to work as a graphics artist so needs some power. I already have the case, mother board and memory, now looking for a processor (Pentium III). Have a sound card and modem ready to go but still need a high powered 2D/3D video card with a minimum of 16 meg of ram.
Anyhow that is where I am with my hobby.
Can a writer write without expressing strong opnions, yes but it is hard, I wrote for the college paper, some of the articles delt with dry information, and those were written without any opnion, however I loved doing my own little section in the Opinion page, there I could spout off with my conservative ideas to my hearts content, felt so much better!

Oh, someone asked yesterday where the food was it was in the title "IN THE MESS HALL" where else would you find food in the Army?


Randall Thu Feb 3 16:02:49 PST 2000

Hi all:

Very tired. Unable to put thoughts together. 45 deliveries today for the store. My butt's a'dragging. My name is Tommy Tucker and I'm a tired Mother ------. Beautiful day, high in the 70's. Can hardly see the keyboard ... call me when the book deal comes through. Away to dreamland. Fluff up the pillow dear. Get the dogs OFF the bed!!!!! Here I goooooooooooo.

Randall "Wimped Out" H

Katarina Thu Feb 3 15:18:07 PST 2000

Hi Everyone...It has been a while since I have posted and here it reads like eternity. Very interesting! A lot of people here seem to be very musical...wonder if that means any thing. Writing + music = ?

Allein - I have to agree with Rachel on the weight thing. 2 - 3 pounds a week is an awful lot. You will lose more in the first few weeks that you start changing your eating habits and then it will taper to about 1 - 2 lbs a week which is healthy. You have to think long term...modify your eating habits for the rest of your life. You can't be too much overweight? I have never felt that anything like drugs, funky contraptions, surgery etc. work for loosing weight. It is all about calories in < than calories out!

Here is my hobby list because I don't want to be left out:
Growing roses (latest passion)
raising pets (1 dog, 1 cat, 2 birds, 2 aquariums, and let's see, at last count, 17 hamsters)
Drawing (still life mostly)
Photography (children are favorite subjects)
Antique hunting
Cooking (I DO love to cook!)

Hey, Randall. How's it going? I am going to the library this week-end to read about Utah and the mountain range you spoke of! It sounds so cool. One of my very favorite places that I have visited is Seaside, OR. The coast is beautiful up there. Maybe I will write about that experience.

Heather: No, I don't write Sci-Fi or Fantasy. I am more in the genre that you are...contemporary fiction, short stories and prose. Nothing published as yet.

And last but not least...the name of my bitchy half (and I know exactly where you are coming from, Rhoda!) - "Helga".

Have a wonderful evening...


howard Thu Feb 3 15:09:17 PST 2000

Heather -- I forgot to mention that I was apprenticed to a piano tuner for a while. If you're ever down this way with your Baby Grand I'll take a look at it for you. :-)

Americo -- "Can writers write without getting personally involved in their subject, and without expressing strong opinions?"
I think that the answer can be yes,if you include journalists in that group. Honest journalistic effort reports facts, not opinions. There is time for the opinion piece, to be sure -- a very real need for it. But there is also a very real need for "just the facts, ma'am" in our news services.
If you do not include journalists, then by all means a writer must have that passion for the subject at hand, to the point of eating, drinking, embracing every nuance.

Rhoda --
I've met *men* who could be described as "bitchy." Didn't want to be around them much. I've heard some of those "gritty" expressions you speak of, but they're not for family consumption.
One of my favorite ladies wears a tee shirt that says
"You say I'm A Bitch Like It's A *Bad* Thing!"


Rhoda Thu Feb 3 14:34:11 PST 2000

I have so many hobbies and so little time to do them. First and foremost is music. I play piano very well and I sing. I used to play a lot of classical music. I always tended to favor the romantics like Beethovan, Brahms and Shubert. I also enjoy Mozart. I have always enjoyed ballads and any kind of music that has a story. Music is more than a hobby. It is therapy. I always want to do it well, but I really do not have to please anyone but myself. Also fun is learning a new instument. A few years ago I taught myself how to play the recorder. When I was in grad school, I taught myself how to do guitar chords.

I did cross stitch several years ago and enjoyed that. I like to sew, but with all my moving, that hobby has gone by the wayside. I do enjoy cooking. I also enjoy finishing furniture. Reading could be considered a hobby, but to me, it is much more. Reading is my lifeline to the rest of the world, and without it I would go crazy (or crazier than I already am). I read history, biography and romance.

Then there is politics. I am a political junky. I read it and I discuss it every opportunity I get. I think it very important and very interesting.

I think every woman has her "bitchy" side. I call refer to mine as PMS because it usually coincides with that time of the month. Of course that doesn't jusify the nasty things I say. It doesn't justify me yelling at my kids. I try hard to hide away when I'm in these moods. Sometimes that is tuff to do. It is good to remember that the hormones churn on and change and soon I am my sunny self again.

When men are in bad moods, why don't we have some better way to describe it? "Caddy" or "tempermental" doesn't give the picture that "bitchy" does. I think someone should invent some good, gritty term to describe some man drawn into the throes of bad temper.

Happy writing,


Rachel Thu Feb 3 13:57:27 PST 2000

Hi all - I dream.

I dream of a world with no pain, no suffering. I dream of a world where all mean are equal. I dream, but I keep bumping my head on reality.

I used to believe that I had simple dreams. That was before I examined them with a keen eye.

I dream of a world where people do not only hear, but where they truly listen. A world, where fear, does not choke out the gentle voice of reason.

Who am I to dream such dreams? I am a member of humanity.

I dream of a world where this word, humanity, could come into its fullness of meaning.

I dream.

Take care all

laura Thu Feb 3 11:50:37 PST 2000

I have posted some of my own work to workbook, it is in the novel section. It is something from the same universe but not the same character. I would apreciate any feedback on it.

(The Song of the Stone)

(If there are any typo's PEBKAC: Problem Exists Between Keyboard And Chair.)

Amt Gard rules!

Laura Thu Feb 3 11:11:14 PST 2000

To all parties concerned:

The piece put in by Viper six is a synopsis, a very compressed storyline. It is not meant to give the whole story. It is also written in the form of a Legend. Also, can good ever permanantly defeat evil, or vica versa?

Americo Thu Feb 3 11:08:04 PST 2000

I've read the "hobbies" thread with profit and pleasure. You people have many hobbies and a rich life. From the musical instruments of Howard to the computers of Jerry E. and the mushrooms of Heather or the karate of Rachel-- what a life you lead! You are all remarkable, and I know that, besides the hobbies you mentioned, you still have another one -- a secret passion for writing. That's why I love you.

What shall we talk about tonight? I have many ideas but I hate being the disc jockey of this wonderful bar.

Here's a question for you:

Can one be a writer without strong opinions strongly expressed? The answer is no. But I'm curious about where you go wrong. THis can be the topic for the night (right, Heather?)

Lydia Sweet Thu Feb 3 08:28:14 PST 2000

Hi all,

I see we made it through the holidays and past the first month of the new year. I am not happy with the way my new year is going so far, so I'll skip to more interesting topics.

I was trying to get in touch with that bitch side of my personality and found she is the one on the outside most of the time these days and I am having trouble pushing her to the back side. I just call her "Mommy". I'm sure my kids do too under their breath. Just so long as "Mommy" doesn't hear them. "HAVE MERCY"!

That girl you knew named Patricia must have had some sort of identity crisis going on. I happen to share her name and if someone called me "Pa tree she a" I know I wouldn't have answered. Shoot, they call me by my full name at the doctors office and I don't realize it's me they are waiting on.

The bitchiest people I know have sweet names like Laura, Amy, Paige. You know, the ones that catch you off guard.

I looked at my hobbies and I have bokoos(anybody want to spell that?). Reading of course, is one of my biggest. The paperbacks that can no longer find a safe place to hide in my house slide off shelves and get kicked around before a child would think to pick it up.(I think "Mommy" slipped out there.) There are no more nooks and cranny's left to stuff. The attic is going to crash on our heads at any moment. Of course the attic contains no books, but remnants of my many other hobbies. Painting, cross-stitch, flower arranging, cake decorating, sewing projects. Now I'm into photography with my new computer and scanner and Adobe Photoshop software. My kids are my subject. I think I better try a little landscape. My kids are starting to hide when they see film in the grocery bag.

Oh, well, I'm running away at the mouth.

Have a good day all.


howard Thu Feb 3 08:19:10 PST 2000

Heather --
You reminded me with the bit about the bottle/stone on the guitar strings -- I've also built a mountain (lap) dulcimer that I've used a bottle or a piece of tubing to stop the strings with, like on the slide guitar that you mentioned. I want to build a hammered dulcimer one of these days...


Rachel Thu Feb 3 08:05:02 PST 2000

Heather - Each of my children either write, draw or both. They play durms, paino and guitar. It can get noisy over here (grins). They have a band called "Nasty Play" I think that is great. I also play guitar, piano and clarinet. I just never really think about that. I sold my guitar and clarinet years ago. The groceries for the kiddies just seemed much more important at the time (grins). I just don't seem to have the desire to play any more. My soul speaks better through writing, singing and drawing than through played music.

Well that will be enough from me for this morning. I have a house full of children to get out the door.

Take care you


Heather Thu Feb 3 07:24:19 PST 2000

Yes, Rachel, I don't spend as much time as I'd like on my hobbies either! I think reading is a hobby - and it's scary to realize how many people on this planet can't read. (My Mom volunteers to teach for an adult literacy program in her spare'd be shocked to hear what jobs some of the 'students' have and they never learned to read - how is it they slip through the school systems? Even College??) THat always makes my jaw unhinge.

Is playing with felt boards and dinky cars a hobby? It's my son's passion. He is only 2, yet holds the record in my family for having the most dinky cars in one room. He loves the felt board, too - and we make new shapes and things with felt every week so he doesn't bore of making felt pictures.
He is at this moment, eating a toasted bagel, and lining up his hundreds (cagillions) of cars.

I suppose it is good for the ears in this family that I don't practice my violin as often as I'd like to!
(The piano needs tuning, surrah surrah)

My daughter is sewing a stuffed purple heart to send to my best friend (her 'Auntie' Tanya)... who knew a seven year old was so good at stitching? She's incredible! Yesterday she bought really pretty fringe to add onto the edges of it --with her allowance. Yea Gods, wasn't she just turning a year old yesterday? Allowances these days (maybe I'm too generous) are so huge. I remember mine being what, a quarter? And I got a dollar if I mowed both the front and back yard. ANd I got a dollar an hour for babysitting my (terror) little brother once I turned 12. THat wasn't worth the cash, my friends; no amount of candy and goodies could make me want to look after him!
Now, of course, he is to me the dearest of my siblings.
A pinch in the cheeks for him... my little chemical engineer. His girlfriend (dear God!) has a family fortune in the millions and she's the only child. I don't have to worry about him having a college debt I guess. (No, I'm not his mother..)
anyway, good morning, friendly scribble hounds.
I'm off to a racing start with these keys.

Heather Wed Feb 2 20:27:22 PST 2000

Viper Six - OK... Right away I noticed that there isn't any 'real' action in the story.(so far - does it come later in the longer version?)
What you have may be an opener for a larger work, but it doesn't stand on it's own as well. It needs some action among characters (not description of what will come) to hold me spellbound.
(Me, I still have to watch I don't go too far the other way and give no backround, then get bogged up in detail of the action...)

Another note;
If Chaos and Order will ALWAYS balance out, then how is it possible for the End of Times? Always to me means always. (could be the wording of this statement - be careful that it isn't at odds)
You must create a believable outcome of these forces clashing. You hint at a battle, fought by two brothers. If Chaos was killed, leaving only Order - things would still run smoothly, don't you think? If I had complete order in my home, it wouldn't fall apart...but I might have to faint with pleasure.
Unless you think of Chaos not being a MESS but the potential of the energy of the Universe to act. (Chaos Theory 101)
I think you mean chaos as in similar to anarchy...or a universal riot. If Order is the one killed, then yeah - big giant cesspool on fire...
If the story was expanded, you might not want to give everything away right at the beginning. Take your time.
Here's an old tired phrase but important just the same:
Show, don't tell. That is, write what is happening, as if it is before your eyes. Give the reader tastes, smells, sights, sounds, the feel of it as if the reader is there, too. They will get sucked into the written illusion fast that way.

In the story, you have brought on a lot of characters and the imminent battle is downplayed within a few short paragraphs. I would mention the brothers last, or second last - just before the Human.
Build up to the battle introduction, or start the story off with it and add the history/backround in bits as you go.
If you begin with action, it won't give the readers a chance to set the book down!

Viper Six, I whole heartedly encourage you to keep at it! The work has real potential. I liked the titles you gave to the characters and their various roles as players of the 'Eternal Game'. A neat idea. Always keep a good idea; it will never tire of being written about!

I am not really into sci-fi, so don't take these comments without salt... and writers often break their own rules.

Sorry to critique it here - but have no other means of contact... (you will most likely see it here rather than in the unvisited shortie critique page)

A salute to you, V-6

Rachel Wed Feb 2 20:06:24 PST 2000

Allein - Check again. I think that sounds like a lot. I could just be having a protective moment towards you (grins). My niece has just begun to recover from anorxia. Not a fun episode. I just don't want to see you get hurt. I will lay off (smiles). It was not fun to watch somebody I love fade away like that. I hope she continues to do as well as she has been.

I will not pester you about this any further. I promise!

Take care you.


Heather - Yes, I have hobbies. That does not mean that I participate in them often (grins). I have a stack of others. I didn't mention reading. Is that a hobby? I love to read.

Take care you.


Americo - Hi you:)

Heather Wed Feb 2 19:30:42 PST 2000

Rachel! See how many hobbies come out of the woodwork once you start listing? I didn't think I had as many as I did, and you have quite a few - think Howard has the most!
By the way, Howard, those harps sound cool - only had a chance to noodle with one once, in my grandmother's attic - like an old celt harp or something , I'm not sure exactly what it was. Love to learn the great(?) harp - meaning those giant ones with the swooping arm and 'thousands' of strings.
Also, have fooled around on a lap-steel guitar and used a bottle neck, steel tube and a stone for 'rubbing' the strings. Liked the stone the best - it was like a core sample or something, all smooth and shaped like a cylinder.
Anyway, I've been gabbling again... much too long.
Randall, Samurai swords - very cool. Making them yourself even cooler - cept for slicing off digits!
My husband collects swords and weaponry too, he has 3 Samurai type blades, and two pairs of Sai (not sharp) one has the three tongs, the other pair are like pokers. (the 3-prong are like the ones that the little cartoon mutant turtle character weilds!) Also, he has nun-chucks and has taught me to fight using a staff (the bamboo unbreakable kind) and I've gotten to be not too bad at it. Still -I wouldn't want to HAVE to use it. He also has a lot of swords from the Mint, a Scottish broadsword, etc.
He has a whole huge locked wardrobe dresser for this collection, and of course, he knows how to open it secretly without the key! (sheeeesh) I personally worry about these knife collecting(sharpening, tossing) obsessions - not that he'd suddenly get the urge to - you know - Marie Antoinette me, but that someone would try to break in and he'd kill them. I'd hate to have to clean that up.

Allein Wed Feb 2 19:14:29 PST 2000

Rachel - Both my doctor and my Sports Medicine teacher told me that 2 to 3 pounds a week is normal. However, any perminant change in weight will require a perminant change in eating habits. It hasn't been that hard to cut out the junk food so far. My parents got Jello for me, which is sweet and only 10 calories a serving. But, thanks for caring. It's nice to know someone cares. *hugs*

Heather Wed Feb 2 18:49:34 PST 2000

Americo, reply given - sorry to see you aren't accepting any! Missed that last note on your post...

Heather Wed Feb 2 18:46:42 PST 2000

Hey! I came back after posting and what do I see - Americo, you have posted while I was typing away!
Glad to hear you liked it. Pavlov thingy, I mean.
It is meant to be like that - the old woman prattling on.
Playing at more wisdom than can be comprehended.

Americo; Here's a large double cream coffee to you, and your kittens (tea for Pussy, very sweet) for having such inspiring topics in the workbook. It has really brought along some incredibly diverse ideas from we notebookers! Everyone's story revolving around food - yes - but every one so original.
I am excited to see more stories, everyone! Come on now!
Rhoda and Jerry and I are the latest... who can bring the next good read to the WB?

Viper Six, I am off to read your story.
later, fellow inklings

Heather Wed Feb 2 18:35:35 PST 2000

I like that name, Teekay. I know it can sound like a wide gerthed monstrously tall Russian woman with green teeth, but I'm certain you do not fit this description. Neither does your bitch side - and if that was your bitch side coming out, you are surely sweet quite all the way through!
Check your butt - no there aren't any kiss marks.
(at least not from me?) arghhh - my computer is competing against itself as I'm online and the scan disk is running!
S o I hhhave to wattchh th at I d on' t ty p e whi le i t is whirr i ng and bus yyy.

Knew a girl named Gretchen once, and she was the loveliest looking person - quite the contrary to what one might think when hearing her name...

Hmmm. If I had a bitch side (hahahah) I might call her
Renata. Or Penelope. Or Simone. Maybe even Mary Ellen Sue.
How about Gwen?

Patricia - pronounced Pat-reeee-seee - aaah.
That was someone I knew in highschool - insisted people pronounce it that way, as good old Pat or Patty, or for that matter the more common pronunciation of Patricia wasn't good enough for miss high-nose. Bet her mate calls her Pat! Or 'P'. Don't think they'd stand Pat-reee-see-ah for too long.
Exasperates the pallette. I myself insisted on calling her Patty. She answered me at least half of the time.

Americo, are you alive, wherever you may be? Jon? Pussy? Busy kitties? Fighting over the sandbox again I see.
Have a slice of roast beef and call it even.


Americo Wed Feb 2 18:19:14 PST 2000

When I discovered The Writer's Notebook, I read all I could in the Workshop. A lot of talent and one conclusion: monotony. Nothing new in the Western front really. Just a lot of wasted talent.

One year later, after Jon threatened to cut some ears, and I was threatened with sure hell, I go to the Workshop and what do I find? Texts so different as Rhoda's "Chef Pierre's Revenge" or Heather's "A Taste of Pavlov"; some little jewels of the short-story valid not only for America but for the world; and not a single sausage made made by a talking robot come out from a bad creative writing course and written by a passing Notebooker "just for the Workshop". Everything that is in SM** is written by you and has your unique stamp, and this is wonderful. You have not reached Parnasus yet, but you are on the right path. One day, I will read some of your names in my newspapers. You will not remember me, but I'll know you and I'll be glad for you.

Here's what matters:

Rhoda, in your clean-cut way you have produced a nice short-story. A better story may PERHAPS (I'm not quite sure but it's worthwhile trying) result if you give more prominence to Pierre than to the film producer, in a conspicuous way and right from the beginning (the opposite from the good detective rule, which here does not apply because Pierre is a soul and not just the key of the plot). Another good point is that you have written the exact ten pages and the 3,000 words asked for (they are not compulsory).
Heather: I cannot say I fully understood your text. But I liked it. It's original, it's different. I liked it really.
Hope our fellow writers add something to my modest (but sincere) opinion. It's your language and your literature, folks. I'm here just "en passant", as a friendly and well-intentioned turist.
No replies accepted.
Pussy, bring the coffee.

Rachel Wed Feb 2 17:44:14 PST 2000

Heather - Hobbies? Are yah kiddin me? I write. I don't have time for hobbies (grins). I'm just kidding I have some hobbies. I just don't go at them very often. I really do spend most of my time writing.

Sometimes I will knit or cross stitch. I love to draw. I illustrate stories for my children. I enjoy photography. I love to garden. In the spring I will fall into it. In fact I have been eyeing my gardens here. I am looking forward to seeing what sort of volunteers sprout in the spring. I run, swim, hike. I'm into my karate in a big way. I sing endlessly. That's about it for me. Honestly I don't have much time for these things. Like I said I write.

I have always been this way. I tend to make time for the running, hiking sort of stuff. It is where I find my peace when I can not find it in my writing. I like to be close to nature. Love the water. If I am low I will go to the closest body of water. It just works for me. Don't know why, it just does. In fact if I am experienceing any strong emotion I tend to gravitate towards water.

I have moved to an area where I overlook a lovely creek. If I want more I can be to a major river in a ten minute walk. I can be to lakes in very short order. I can hit the ocean in about an hour. Wonder what is with me and the water?

Allein - Hey girl! Hum, can't say I've tried that. I stay away from sweets. I can't do a lot of sugar or I feel pretty sick. I do like cake, pastries, chips. That sort of stuff. But, I have to behave. Even if I don't want to, I have to.

The diet thing again. Hum (I quirk a brow at you. I'm going to tell you something. If you loose 2 -3 lbs a week you better not plan on keeping it off for long. I would say that 2 or 3 lbs a month is a little more realistic. If you do it slow and steady it will stay off. If you do crash stuff, you are just messing with your metabolism. Also cut out the icecream (grins and a hug). What a killer. Icecream is an apply directly to ass food. Icecream, McDonalds, those noodles that come in the little packages that look like they couldn't be full of fat... Read the lables on your food. Sit down and make a diet plan. Sorry to carry on about this, but take it from a gal who knows. I have been to the land of the big ass and I have returned (grins and laughter)! Be kind to yourself Allein. That is the most important thing.

If your doc says you weight is a problem ask to see a nutritionist.

Don't think you know what you are doing with this sort of stuff. You need to KNOW what you are doing. Okay? Hate to get up on the soap box. I just don't want to see you hurt yourself. That might sound a little weird, but I have seen a lot of people mess them selves up with diets. Be careful.

Take care all

OLGA. (Teekays bitch side.) Wed Feb 2 17:43:08 PST 2000

I figure if Americo can have a nice side then I can have my own bitch. Please welcome her warmly.

EDDIE: Geez, you went to germany for a while and I didn't forget you! I only went to Sydney for a weekend. How fickle you are.

RHODA: Got chapter 6. Thanks. Going to check out SM* for your story next.

EDDIE(hmmph) & Jerry; Loved your stories. Jerry where was the food though?

Am feeling like a bitch today so am going with it. My therapist (if I had one) would say it is the best thing I'm sure.

I know I'm 2 days late on this hobby thing but I'll add to it anyway, just so you can all know me and love me a little better and perhaps I won't be so easy to FORGET.
1: indulging my emotions.
2: not writing.
3: reading.
4: drawing, spending money(no wait, that's a fantasy.) avoiding cooking, eating, actually I have heaps of things I love to do but it would bore you all stupider to write them down.

Randall Wed Feb 2 17:28:01 PST 2000

Hi all:


Writing was/is/always will be my first love. But several years I was really into making Japanese style swords. The Samurai style. However, mine were as far from a genuine Samurai as I am from an walking on the moon. Still, it was fun and I made at least a dozen...some long swords -Katana's they call 'em, and the middle sized sword that I cannot began to spell. And true to the craft I made 'em straight razor sharp. Sadly, it took quite a toll on my fingers, and I have the scars to prove it. One cut was so bad I was unable to release the pressure and had to sit in the house alone (my wife was out) cursing my negliance. Thankfully, my oldest daughter came home early from a date. She saw me sitting on the couch, pale faced, blood dripping from a tightly wrapped hand into a bucket between my feet.

"When are you going to leave them damn things alone dad?"

Together we managed to stop the bleeding and apply a bandage. No I didn't go to the doctor. He would have taken one look at the injury.

"When are you going to leave them damn things alone Randall?"

And who needs that?

All activities require discipline and the only one I have been able to hang onto is writing. By my fingernails but, by Gawd ..............I'm STILL hanging on.

Reading is a lifelong hobby, something long and meaty...historical. In junior high it was discovered that Randall could read faster than any other student. A lot faster. I read groups of words, that is scan groups of words, dozens at a time. This is both a curse and a blessing because absorbing literature one word at a time is better than speedily scanning.

It fits me because I'm a Cancer. Cancer's know a lot about many things..........but only surface things.

Gotta go group.
Randall "Speedball" H

laura Wed Feb 2 15:22:40 PST 2000

Hi all.

Heather, and anyone else looking for Viper six's stuff. It is in the Short story archive. About four down.

Amt Gard Rules!

Viper Six Wed Feb 2 14:59:33 PST 2000

Just a quick note to say hello. Heather, ask Laura where my story is. Because to be honest, I can't remember where it is for sure. I would like to know what everyone thinks of it. The story is a general description of the one I'm currently writing.


Viper Six Wed Feb 2 14:58:59 PST 2000

Just a quick note to say hello. Heather, ask Laura where my story is. Because to be honest, I can't remember where it is for sure. I would like to know what everyone thinks of it. The story is a general description of the one I'm currently writing.

Heather Wed Feb 2 10:20:34 PST 2000

I need a field guide to pick mushrooms - still no where near an expert. But Howard, some black chanterelles and those fiddleheads are about as heavenly a dish as I can drool for. Spring and summer hurry up, I want to scamper in the woods to hunt for dinner! I will remember to take my camera outfit this year. Could have had some great shots last year. And a few very disturbing ones.
One disturbing sight was a badly blemished beer can, filled with sticks and slime, it's whole side crushed into a toadstool cap that was dying - half squashed, partly torn from it's foothold, and littered with rips and bugs. And in the river nearby, the stump of the oldest willow bulges up and over the bank; and caught in the loop that day were plastic shopping bags, empty chip bags, a dead fish and that sick water foam, the brownish green stuff that tells you you had better not drink from the stream. My daughter and I took a long stick from the trail and snagged the bags and goop. We bring a bag with us when we go, to pick up the odd speck of trash. But this was more than we'd ever seen. It's a quiet, out-of-the -way little place. Most of the garbage probably floated from up a ways, there is a conservation area some miles off.(isn't that thought just as disturbing? A trash infested conservation grounds...) Anyway, where we were there are around ten houses, some back through the woods, and others edging along the water on the other side. Other than that there is a dilapitated barn and silo (great shots of those I've gotten) and a lonely little stone church with an ancient cemetary alongside. Some of the stones are so old there are no indentations on the surface anymore, and they are bleached bone white. And a lot are crumbled and lying at a slant. Peaceful though.
A the fitting name for this place is Eden Mills. One of the houses has a water wheel, hooked up so it provides most of the energy for the home when the ice doesn't stop it from turning. When that happens, the solar panels are the prime source. Eden Mills is also home to a well-known writer's festival kind of thing, the only one around that's not in Toronto. If there is ever a for-sale sign up around those parts, I wouldn't hesitate. BUt for eight years, I haven't seen one.

Bye for now, lovely writing kin,

howard Wed Feb 2 08:08:14 PST 2000

Heather --

Yes, MUSHROOMS! And you can fix me a mess of fiddleheads and 'shrooms any day! Throw in a ramp or two for an extra kick, and it's heaven! **

As I type this I'm looking at a picture of a "Hen-of-the-woods" mushroom that I found a few years ago, in PRIME condition. No bugs, etc. The one mushroom FILLED a bushel Basket, and weighed close to 15 lbs. I gave some away, and my granddaughter and I pigged out on the rest of it! Sauteed in butter, with a little bit of shallots-- mmmm!

My favorite mushroom for flavor is the Black Chanterelle, aka "Black Trumpet." Pick them in August, and dry them. Then reconstitute them and use in several great recipes.
This past fall my wife wanted to know if the grandkids had left one of their bicycle helmets out in the hedge. I went out, knowing what I'd find: a prime Giant Puffball. We ate half of it in the next half hour, also sauteed with butter, garlic, and a bit of dry white wine.

Mayhap this will trigger a SM story.... (I hope everyone who sees this realises that SM means Strawberries and Moon, not sado-masochism...

**I knew a girl named 'Heaven' in college. That was her real given name. She was adopted, and her parents called her their gift from heaven, and named her that.


Jack Beslanwitch Wed Feb 2 00:07:16 PST 2000

Americo: Will try to get to updating the Workbook in the next day or so. I want to augment it with the new Perl Script, but SM may remain the same since it probably needs to be a complete Workbook component. Kind of swamped at the moment, but will try to get to things. Thanks for the shove. I occasionally need it. Love you all.

Allein Tue Feb 1 23:19:56 PST 2000

Rachel - Mmmm, cheesecake... *drool* Have you ever tried strawberry cheesecake icecream? It's delicious! I also like Mint chip and peppermint. Along with chocolate, of course. But, I'm on a diet right now...lost 4 pounds already (I'm very proud of myself)...I want to lose 20 to 30 pounds ultimately at 2-3 pounds a week. I probably just gained those 4 pounds back though - my dad make chocolate cake and I had a small piece - it was really dry though so I don't think I'll have any more. But, at least there weren't eggshells in it this time.

Heather - Hobbies? What are hobbies? Oh, yeah, those are the things I used to have when I had a...what's the word again...oh, a life. Before I ended up in prison...I mean, high school. Okay, so I do have a few, but school takes up a lot of my time - I'm a slave until this June, what can I say? Then I'll get a job and want to go back to school. My hobbies include writing (duh!), drawing, watching TV, walking (if it's not too cold and someone goes with me - it's boring alone), chatting with friends on the internet, talking with people on the phone, listening to music, and of course, the school literary magazine, German Club and Japanese Club. I'll try to think of some more. But, seriously, school takes up a huge chunk of my time. One teacher was saying that we're only there for six or seven hours so we shouldn't whine so much when there are 24 hours in a day. But, guess what - 8 to 10 of those hours, I'M SLEEPING!! Then take in an hour or two of homework, and there's little time for much else, especialy during the winter when it gets dark early. During the spring, Mom and I will probably go on walks in the evening when it's lighter out.
*hugs* to all,

Heather Tue Feb 1 23:11:42 PST 2000

yup, I'm tired.
Reading! That's a past time I do so often it's like breathing and ... (fill in the blank)

Heather Tue Feb 1 23:08:41 PST 2000

Howard - one more note:
MUSHROOMS OH WILD ONES ---- To die for! Ahhhh! Now I have a craving! One of my favourite meals (yes, this is the whole meal for me - husband and kids won't touch this one)
is this:
One large bag full of fresh, carefully picked fiddleheads (ferns that haven't unfurled) and wild mushrooms, both handpicked. I sautee the mushrooms first (lightly) then steam for the last few minutes with the fiddleheads, which are nearly done by then. Drizzle just a tad of vinaigrette or butter and voila. Delish. smack! smack! slurp! Such an earthy, rich taste.
Guess I got the recipe from those woodland nymphs. (thanks, wee ones)...

I wonder what adding scallops would do to that recipe?
eeeek. Better not.

Heather Tue Feb 1 22:59:36 PST 2000

Howard! Love the pan flute! (bamboo? Wooden? Either one)
Got a lot of hobbies too I see!
guitar - never could get the swing of six strings or more. I stick to bass - bigger strings mean I miss one less oft. Don't know why I'm so terrible at violin. Should take it out of the case more often. That might help.

Well, *huge sigh* Americo, you have another SM** awaiting you in the workbook. I dubbed it "A taste for Pavlov".
Pavlov, that sly dog. (a smelly half-pun, sorry folks)

Allein, any hobbies to add? (Japanese Club?)
Jai, where have you gone to?
Kat? Rachel? Avatar? Randall? T.O.M.? And more!

Rhoda, I enjoyed your SM** story! Cheesecake...YUM.
Carrot shreds... like little crinkles! I see orange.
And Pierre's white hat.

I'll catch up with everyone again tomorrow, just don't everyone post at once. (slow laugh, one 'ha' per minute)

May your muses come softly on foot, and not swoop down on you in droves. Unless you like that.

Howard Tue Feb 1 18:22:55 PST 2000

Hobbies? What hobbies? Don't hardly have time to *write* let alone work on hobbies! Well, maybe a few --
building a folk harp
rebuild and repair instruments


bamboo flute (it really sounded good!)
mushroom-hunting (and cooking and eating)
recently tried carving -- liked it!
still trying to learn the code for ham license

Who has time?


Howard Tue Feb 1 18:17:02 PST 2000

Hobbies? What hobbies? Don't hardly have time to *write* let alone work on hobbies! Well, maybe a few --
building a folk harp
rebuild and repair instruments

Jerry Ericsson Tue Feb 1 17:06:11 PST 2000

Rhoda - very good, your story in SM** looks like a good candidate for Alfred Hitchcock's magazine, which I read on occasion, would fit nicely with his stories.

Heather, REMF's are basicly any non-combatants, communicators, office personel, finance types, carpenters truck drivers and the lot. Most do not want to go into combat, only the strange ones, those who lust for blood, most who end up there quickly wish they were back in the rear, for they find that the much quoted "War is Hell but actual combat is a Mother F___er"

Americo Tue Feb 1 16:14:32 PST 2000

Oh, Rhoda! You've at last published a shortie in SM**! I'm genuinely happy. You are not forgiven yet but... well, as Jerry Ericsson likes to say, a little sugar to you.

Jon, an ear less to cut with that field knife of yours you have been so proud all day!

People: tonight's topic is hobbies and I love them. My hobby par excellence is chess. I would give my next twenty novels to be Capablanca!
(Don't like Karpov nor Kasparov. For me, just the classics)

Jack: the tabula plena for SM** seems full (plena) for me. How about a new tabula rasa for Jerry, Eddie and the other masters to play their genius?
SM** starts warming in quality -- the next step is quality (sorry, masters, not fully satisfied yet with any of your tales, except Dinner with Father, Strawberries and Moon, and, with a bit of luck, Love's Lure -- this is Ivan the Terrible speaking through me).

Heather Tue Feb 1 16:09:42 PST 2000

a real hobby list for those who think I should hang!
Rather than a 'time spent upon' item list:

Painting (hobby since I dont make any money at it)
Photography (including a few weddings)--(have made some money at this, but it's still a hobby)
swimming, Tae-Bo
hockey (playing it, pick up style,)
sketching; still life, nudes, portraits
tattooing (haven't done that in a few years, but would like to get back to it)
sewing (free form things, as opposed to sewing clothing)
dance (modern, freestyle) sometimes in a bar, drunk with the music...
singing (back up vocals mostly)
piano (getting rusty)
violin (and I am absolutely awful)
making snowmen and women and snow cops.
making treasure hunts for the kids, all around the house...(this is really fun)
sleeping (don't get enough and I dabble, so I consider it a hobby)
gardening (yeah, aren't bulbs easy? chuck em in the dirt and never look back)
repairs and building things - yup, using power tools was for real...

would love to learn the bagpipes
the upright bass or sometimes thought of as a great big cello
would like to try skiing again someday
would like to be an understudy - in architecture, in some engineering, (electical, mechanical, but not civil)
would love to learn to fly a biplane.
more sculpture and pottery as well.
also, as a hobby I would like to create more time with which to do these hobbies! Now that would be very cool. Time creation.
Or time stopping, with a golden pocket watch...and only I can move and have awareness that time as stopped...
(what a neat movie - can't remember what it was called)
Oh, yes, and another hobby which would fund all the rest :
money laundering. Make money doing laundry rather than spend it. Hmmmmm. *big 'shit-eating' grin* ha ha.
ok, bye for the time being.

Jon (who else?) Tue Feb 1 15:58:53 PST 2000

To FNGs, and other REMFs, welcome aboard.

I'm a 36k ready to share an O-J with Boonie-rats ready to pay a Stroz.

Wife Pussy not shared-- this is a warning.

Translation of the above in the Comm-Center - aka, SM**.

With some luck, Spec Jerry Ericsson, the greatest (Pussy and A* share their admiration for Eddie also) will be there to sign autographs. Bring Snickers and field knives, these for inspection.

PS. Watch out your ears, oh non-contributers!

Here's a list of those in danger:
(Okay, A*, I'll leave it blank, but just this once)

A little sugar to all the bunnies.

Signed and stamped (this makes it official)
© Jon the cat.

Heather Tue Feb 1 15:48:42 PST 2000

the typist part and the concoctionist parts ARE some of my hobbies, thank you!
I type things up in spare time. Poetry, essays, letters, and other documents. Not my novel. My novel is written with soul-serum, all vitals attached.
Notice I did not include writing as a hobby?
So, you can stop aiming missiles at my house, Americo.

Eddie French Tue Feb 1 14:46:43 PST 2000

You are right, I forgot,See what happens when you stay away for a time! Sorry!!

Well done, I have saved the latest page and I will read the new entries later.
That must be a bit like going on stage to do a gig - You leave the real you behind - It was well satired though. I actualy laughed!

Rhoda Tue Feb 1 13:53:54 PST 2000

I did it! I wrote a story for S & M.

Jerry Ericsson Tue Feb 1 13:35:15 PST 2000

Hobbies, well that seems to have changed over my life, I was once a hobby - gun salesman, selling firearms at a cut-rate to Police officers, later to the general public at gun shows. That hobby changed into hobby gun-smithing, repairing and building guns. When I could no longer do that, I got into computers, first just playing games, then programing for the old Commodore 64 and 128. That lead to playing around with the PC. Now I guess my hobbies all have something to do with the computer, I write programs when I think of something that I want but can't seem to find, or I can't find one that is just right. I build the blasted things from parts left over from upgradding my own PC's. This has lead to fixing them for friends, and up-grading them - putting in new processors, video cards, sound cards. Now I am getting into networking them so they can act togather. This is kind of getting expensive, so I think I will try and find another hobby soon.

Reading - I think Americo is right in that respect, reading and writting cannot be a hobby for those on this notebook, it is simply a way of life.


Americo Tue Feb 1 13:12:29 PST 2000

Tonight is hobby night.
On your request and on your suggestion, Heather.
Can literature be a hobby?
This is Jon's opinion:
anyone who thinks literature can just be a hobby should be hanged together with those who say they are just glad to have a book published and a number of readers read it. They are called peddlars of the temple and I know someone who expelled peddlars from a temple. They should be crucified and their meat given to birds of prey. Literature and life are just one and the same thing. Anyone not prepared to accept this truth, and to live it fully, does not deserve the name of writer and should be made fun of for ever.
I agree with Jon.

Heather Tue Feb 1 12:27:10 PST 2000

partial hobby list

cleaning lady
bag lady
concoctionist (I mean composer of written documents)
grass mower
house painter
basement mopper
laundry machine
tool woman, especially power tools (Yyyyeeeehhaw)
snow removal machine
bungee cord user (trunks and old fridges only)
canvas painter
interpreter (2 year old burbles interpreted for $3 a page)
movie returner
grocery relay racer
knot untier
fingernail sharpener
pencil sharpener
back scratcher
sexual commando
tv war general
baby dresser and changer
onion peeler
stove captain
dirty plate slinger
vcr de-bungler
(husband in the shower) spy
spell checker
grammar checker
checkers king
chess pawn
oh, am I off topic again...?
More later! (have to run, some chauffering to do...)
Come on, everyone, give us a wee list of your own hobbies/duties/personas


Heather Tue Feb 1 12:10:15 PST 2000

Americo, what is tonight? Should it be designated as a shortie night? As back scratch night? As controversy eve?
Plug your thinker in and whip up something to stir this NB out of hibernation!
Or shall I?

Heather Tue Feb 1 07:14:03 PST 2000

ooops. Teekay - chapter 2 is ALMOST ready for you to read! Pant, pant, I'm still slashing and crossing and scribbling!
Hang in there... (should remind myself to hang in there too - feel like going to the Doc's and requesting prince Valium's hand.)

Heather (again)

Heather Tue Feb 1 07:10:20 PST 2000

Teekay - I must have missed that post about your trip. Looks like there is a lot of editing and revising going on around here - and the suspense of waiting for the next chapter or story!
Not that we write suspense on purpose?

Kat: Forgot to answer one thing - I write fiction, it's contemporary but other than that I don't slip into any particular genre.
I knew there were a fair number of the NB'ers into sci-fi, but everyone? Did Spider Robinson write us into existence?

Do you write Sci-fi, too, Kat? And what do you get up to in a week? Curiosity, and all those ???? question marks.
The earth is the biggest question mark factory around, what with all these humans here, whipping them off. Thought I'd throw my share out there.

Jon and Pussy - meow... enough petting, my dear cats. At least in type. Pussy must be in heat again. Lucky Jon.

Rhoda, how are you? Need any extra eyes for proofreading?
Just let me know.

Mornin' all, and happy fluffy snow, to all you in the snow belt of this fine, rotund planet. Speaking of planets, doesn't anyone wonder but me that the scientists are so enthralled with Mars they've forgotten that Venus is just as close by and fair for exploration? A little poison gas never hurt a metal probe. Or a satellite. Hubble? Get a few shots for me, will ya? Venus is my favourite 'star'.

My Salute.

Rhoda Tue Feb 1 06:18:57 PST 2000

Clyde Dixon,

It was wonderful to see your post on the Notebook. I hope you are still lurking about. I miss you and T.M. Don't stay away.

Goodweed, Litter, Phillip, Hayden, Rosemary, Victoria, Lydia, Joan, Xavier, Steve, Toby and Gary S. Are you all out there somewhere?


I need to look over Chapter Six briefly one more time. I'll try and have it out to you this afternoon.

Happy Writing,


Teekay. Tue Feb 1 03:08:06 PST 2000

Hello Again,
Am just making up for lost time. Still haven't gotten around to reading the latest additions to SM* *sigh*. Am going to do it as soon as I get of here and I really, really mean it!!

HEATHER: I posted that I was going to Sydney and wouldn"t be back till Monday. There is a bit of editing I want to do on that other short story, so I'll send it to you as soon as I have done it. Hopefully it should be very soon. Am really looking forward to your chapter 2.

RHODA: Checked the email and still no chapter 6. I'm really enjoying the story. It's horrible not being able to read on when you feel like it though. A bit like waiting for your favourite author to get a new book on the market.

AMERICO: Happy anniversary. I missed the party. Bummer. Hope everyone enjoyed themselves.

Going now. Have heaps of catching up to do.

Heather Mon Jan 31 22:30:12 PST 2000

Jerry - really liked your latest in SM**!
(I know I said so already, if only in my mind... )
You are steaming up the keys and screen with your furious words and meanings. And, also, I can see/taste/feel the experiences you have had to scrape your soul through and survive - and now it is wrought upon the page in all it's glorious and gruesome imagery. To have such experience to draw on is NOW wonderful, though to get it, it must have been --- must have been...
It must have been (hell?)
I am without a word for that. (Purgatory?)
Looking back on how hard and terrible and soul-piercing such experiences can be (had my share but nothing like a war)
it is amazing that the human body or spirit survives at all. Amazing that we can laugh at a joke, smile at another, touch without screaming and running away. A miracle to be able to close our eyes and sleep, EVEN if it is only for a few hours and dreams land within the black to sour the time away.
Don't ask where life has taken me, for I held the reigns in my hand, though I told myself not to see. And those close by me were trampled.

huffff. sigh. Let's not dwell in this space too long!
Let's be off, coasting in story, bathing in words, breathing in the spirit of cloud. Soaking in the yellow of sun, not depression. Not decay. Not sadness. Not defeat.

On a happy note. HHHUUUMMMM

Heather Mon Jan 31 22:16:09 PST 2000

Hi Laura, Hi Vipersix
I haven't read your story (vipersix) is it in the short story archive? Can't see it. WIll look again.

Laura Mon Jan 31 21:56:50 PST 2000

Good evening everyone.
Just wanted to see how you were doing. I hope everyone is over their sicknesses.

Vipersix says hello and regrets that he is not able to be online all the time. He is also complaining that no one was in the chat room. He also said it didn't post.

Amt Gard rules!

Heather Mon Jan 31 21:33:59 PST 2000

Teekay! Was wondering where you'd gone!
Send me the next shortie? Cool.
I have still some chopping and mis-handling of chapter 2 to do, so rest easy. It might be another few days.
Prepare with light seasoning of potato chips, and stir in a healthy dose of the best milk chocolate. Shaken, not stirred, no olives. No straw. AAAHHhh. Oh, and don't try that vermouth spray to coat the martini glass - the real McCoy will do, and only that. Oh, did I say liquor? Yes, add some of that too.

Allein; still searching for the quiz, might have to give up and wing it. Liked the one you posted, and I failed with spiralling wings and scattering feathers. Looks like I'm not a guy's guy! That;s good, considering I don't have the necessary testosterone, or any of the other parts. (Does this remind one of a garage, rather than a man's anatomy? I wonder at the connection. But I shouldn't!

Anyhow, must go and fill a fresh disk.
Ta ta for now, ink dwellers!
Take everything with a grain of salt in order to hide the taste - raw life has it's bitter edge.

Teekay Mon Jan 31 18:10:22 PST 2000

Hi Everybody,
Finally got back from Sydney yesterday. Aaaah there's no place quite like home.

RHODA: Sorry I took so long with those chapters.

EDDIE: I am very upset that you didn't do a thingy for me, but I'll forgive you if you do one next time.

HOWARD: Thanks. I like the 2nd one better too.

Can't believe how many posts there are. I'm just going to have to skim through them. Am going to check out SM* now and take a look a Jerry's newbie.


Americo Mon Jan 31 12:33:49 PST 2000

Away from the Internet for some time, today I went to breakfast anxious to know what happened in the Notebook during my absence.

"What's the good word?" I asked John.

"Eddie is fuckin nuts, he asked the Notebookers what would they say if they got a job in a good enterprise. As if they cared to collaborate."

"I would suggest that the enterprise needed changes if it wanted to survive," I said.

Jon gulped some "Stroz" beer from a can without a word or grimace.

"I wouldn't screw around with those guys," Pussy said eating a Snickers bar. "Can see no proper REMFs around."

"Man, you see the new 96K and the 69K that checked in days ago," recommended Jon. "Those dudes don't even know they're dead."

"What are you talking about?" I asked picking a sardine from a plate Jon was putting on Pussy's chest. He knelt down at his wife's feet and joined his hands in prayer.

"You'd better shut your mouth," Pussy said, her eyes closed. "Can't you see we are performing rites of passage?"

I kept silent. My return to the House of Jacks was always a dangerous moment in my day.

Jon finished his prayers and started playing with a knife, still with a light coating of cosmolene on it, indicating that the knife was still virgin but ready to know the secrets.

"Watcha do with it, open C-Rats?" Pussy razzed.

"Na, man, use it to chop ears of the Notebookers who haven't collaborated yet in SM**. Seen "In the Mess Hall", Jerry Ericsson's latest?"

"Yup," Pussy said. "War stuff isn't my cuppa tea. But I liked the way those kids speak. That's language for you, man."

Jon stretched his front limbs to his wife. "You lovely little wench," he mumbled." "Come over here and give us a little sugar."

I gave up understanding that couple. The scene was on the limits of believability, like Jerry's tales. One step further and they wouldn't stand. One step less and they would be dust. Prodigious.

Heather Mon Jan 31 07:05:15 PST 2000

That was brilliant! I wrote Ontario is much the same weather as Ontario. Must be the O's. I meant OHIO! (Replace Ontario only once in sentence...)
see why I have to edit? Brain fuzz.

Heather Mon Jan 31 07:03:15 PST 2000

Hi fellow page fillers...
Welcome Charles! Sounds like fun, those poetry readings in coffee houses. I used to do that too, and sing. There is an open jam night at my local coffee house/bar (Van Gogh's Ear Cafe) where anything goes. Used to read poetry, and mostly my friend and I would go up and start off with a seed of an idea in our heads and then we'd just wing off a song. She was lead guitar (usually acoustic) and I was percussion or bass and backup vocals. But we traded spots a lot, me leading for a while, instruments volleying. Even used a rain stick to bash on the stage for a tempo for a song once, and we've used bongos, a talking drum (african) and some others. I miss that woman like nothing else. She and I don't jam there anymore since she moved really far away (FLA). I could read poetry I suppose, but now I'm onto other things. Yeah, one of my new hobbies is yammering online! (But not before I write on my novel..
I might stick up a hobby list later...

and to answer Kat's questions! Hi Kat!
Ontario is much the same weather as Ontario. My husband is a welder for W.C.Woods company - the sister company being in Ohio. I have been there a few times, but all I remember is Cedar Point amusement park, and getting lost while I was there with the family! Canada has a totally different feel to it than the U.S., but I can't tell you what it is - it's rather hard to describe or put the finger upon. Rachel will agree with me there!
I also speak from experience, since I lived in Michigan for a year - senior year of highschool. I prefer Canada, but at one point I was considering moving to the states to be closer to my parent's home. Then I bought a car. (Yes, before I had children, I rode a mountain bike and if it was too far for that - as I am not a decathalon-ist - I took the bus or didn't go! Or maybe the train...)
But in the states, public transport is very restricted or nonexistent. Or you wouldn't want to be caught on it, for fear of losing one's body and the soul suddenly becoming gravity-less and floating away.

The weather. It's that light, wet-ish drift of flakes today, not whiplash ice-blobs or freezing rain, or -40 degree face-ripper wind. So for once, I went out this morning to start Tess, and she purred at me. Happy to wake up and roar down this quiet laneway. And she didn't groan!

Well, banter here and there, but I must check out of the NB
and get some work done. This notebook has sucked all the hours I get for free from my server, into the great void of the web. I will tug on the silk and yell "60 hours free a month just isn't enough for these people!"
I need the professional surf package. For those who bring a board, wear binocular eyeglasses, and have permanent damage to spine for all the crouching over the keys... OH wait a minute that is already ME.

Jerry - thought of you with that back comment - how are you doing? Hope you are well, and your wife is recovering!
I know we sometimes wish for things - like no job ever, and nothing to do but laze around, but in reality if we did we'd be screaming "Hell ain't this nasty!"
and wishing for that desk job back. It's the imagination. If you fall captive to its' wonders, there's no boredom in the bones. And you use it frightfully, Jerry - with those magic clusterings of words you leave, glistening in the workbook! But still the body can feel listless.
I remember a time when I didn't have a job, but my boyfriend at the time did - we lived together. He worked nights. I ended up reversing (sort of) to his schedule, and found myself going stir-crazy in a very short time with nothing to do but watch re-runs (and unheard of ones to boot) on the TV, and cleaning the miniature apartment. When I got the job I'd been hankering for, I celebrated more than I can tell! It's different having children to care for - time seems to slip by under the laundry pile and over coffee breaks from diaper pail duty. In between tickling baby tummies and singing the alphabet song.
Hup! My wee man has gotten his drawing finished... nice hands. Thank God (Goddess) for washable markers.

Later, all
and to all a divine romp with wit!

Charles Dolbel Mon Jan 31 01:54:07 PST 2000

I am 24, m , NZ
I find that the less life i experience, the harder it is to write, and the more experiences i have, the less time i have to write. So, my solution is to find others who write and bounce ideas off them, while they bounce ideas off me and we all go round like a canteloupe.
i read my poetry at two venues each week, Poetry live at Alleluyah's Cafe in auckland and The Live Poets Cafe also in auckland. guess you can figure i live in auckland huh?
i also write short stories, essays and am attempting two novels, dunno if i'll ever finish them though. I have high morals, (offset by very low compulsions) and tend to tget in less trouble than i should.
looking for enthusiastic writers only, willing to discuss ideas and inspirations, (no closet writers, unless you are willing to come out soon). Hobbies include Firedancing, Juggling, Writing (well duh!), English Tutoring, Unicycyling (seeing a pattern here) and all sorts of other stuff.
Lets have a natter on the net dudes!!!!!!

Charles Dolbel Mon Jan 31 01:48:24 PST 2000

Viper Six Sun Jan 30 21:25:09 PST 2000

Greetings to all my fellow Writers.....
I'm sorry that I can't stay on-line long enough to chat with anyone, but you might say I'm in sort of a transitional phase right now. But as soon as I get on-line again I'll be sure to hunt everyone down for an introduction, if anyone wants to know anything not too specific about me, ask Laura. She knows me pretty well.

Viper Six.

Katarina Sun Jan 30 21:10:26 PST 2000

Hi, Guys...Sorry my last posting was done in duplicate. That was an accident. Am still getting used to the new computer :-)

Heather...what kinds of things do you write? Have you ever had anythng published? It seems most of the folks here like science-fiction, which is not my strong suite. Rhoda is the only one I know of that writes otherwise -historical novels, I think.

What is it like living in Ontario? I live in Ohio, so I imagine the climates are the same. I haven't seen much of Canada...just one trip to Toronto when we were very young. My Mom and Dad took us (all 4 of us!) a lot of places. I think that is so good for travel.

Well, the little ones are both in bed. I think I am going to really warm up the keys on this new machine and do a little composing...

Take care everyone...


Jerry A.G. Ericsson Sun Jan 30 15:59:45 PST 2000

Allien, be careful what you wish for. . .
I now sit at home most of the time, with little or nothing to do but play around with my collection of computers. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't wish I were back in the prowl car, or even back in army green. Sitting at home alone is not all it is chalked up to be. It does give me a chance to write when ever I like, but the urge only comes to me once in a while, and computer games get real old real fast, as does the internet (well not this page but the rest of it overall)


laura Http:// Sun Jan 30 15:09:03 PST 2000


All there is to what?

If you are talking about prometheus Bond, then no, if you are talking about what Viper six put in, then yes.

Amt Gard Rules!

Heather Sun Jan 30 13:05:11 PST 2000

just thought I'd draw that out.
Kat, to answer your Q's, I have 2 children (ages 7 and 2), a messy (messy!) husband, a part-time paying job, a writing career that is just in the infant stages, a studio crying loudly that I don't come up to play often enough (it's the extra bedroom upstairs)...and let's see... what else? Mmmm. A house that's cute and just the right size. There will be more room to use when we get the basement finished into a Tv room or what have you. No dining room, no garage (boo hoo) but that's later, in another 15 years when I muster up the courage to move again. Oh, and a car that seems to like befuddling my efforts to keep it running smoothly. She's a fickle thing. Not old, but certainly tempermental.
I like to call her Tess. Don't know why. Don't even know why I named that car. But she cooks when she's up to runnin'. See, she has a cop car engine and brakes. What they call a Police package on her. ANd man, she does a mean acceleration when I just put a feather on the gas. Maybe she acts up because I can't put lights and stripes down her, and she's just mad 'cause she's not a working cop...
Well, I promised her I'd take her out in the country and give that gravel a trip to the sky! I talk to her, as you might have guessed. But only when I finally figured she was lonely, out there in the driveway all by her lonesome.
(Am I taking this too far, folks? I see a white coat, one with very long sleeves coming for me...)

Well, got to go back in and finish putting chapter 2 back together after my ruthless chopping. Then back to finish chapter 3. Oh, and chapter 1 is up to getting it's perfect sheen sullied. Have to go back in and (drat) remove a few words, clarify a sentence or three. Thought I had it perfect, but must take some advice!
Teekay, where are you?
Send me your next shortie, OK? Liked the redo on the first one!

Americo, you might be happy to know I have another SM** addition brewing in my head. Funny, it popped in there when I was in the middle of editing my novel - so I wrote it down and I'll rip it back out of hiding and melt it down the page for y'all. Just kidding with that southern accent kinda thing.
I'm from Ontario, Canada, Kat; Right near Toronto.
West coast - that's Rachel! But (sigh) mountains, sound hmmummm yummmm really nice... but I am afraid...
I am not much of a downhill skier. Just cross country - but it's been longer than I like to think! Hills...covered in snow and ice and my body barrelling downwards on two slats of slippery wood... SHUDDER!


Kat Sun Jan 30 12:03:14 PST 2000

Randall, I loved your story about "Lethal Lee!" Those damned fake geese!


Katarina Sun Jan 30 12:00:43 PST 2000

Oh, Randall dear, you never left my good graces. I just thought from one of your postings where you talked about not wanting to venture around others' distress that maybe you have forgotten how beautiful life is when you sit down and really think about it.

When things start getting me down and I forget how lucky I am to have a warm home, and two wonderful, healthy children, I think of my friend, who had her second child at the same time I had my second. Little Lindsey was born with a displaced hip and a club foot. Talk about starting life out on a sour note. But, do you know that little girl's smile can light up a room?! She is the most precious little person in the world. Karen tells me that she does not feel too slighted by God, when she takes Lindsey to the orthopedic surgeon and sees some of the other children in the waiting room with such tragic maladies. Your heart could break. So, every day, I take a minute to give a little bit of thanks, and to remember that I am the one that has to make my life positive.

Randall, I am sure you have posted it, but where in Texas are you? My relatives are in Houston and Wichita Falls. My father recently went to a family reunion in WF, said it was awesome fun. (Unfortunately, I accidentally ruined the film of his trip...ooops!) I have always been awed by Texas and always use the phrase, "Everything's BIG in Texas!" Most of material relatives are in Oklahoma - Ada and OKC.

Allein - you know I work full time and take care of my two young un's when I get home from work. I always said, "Geez, I wish I could sit home and do nothing." Well, when I was pregnant with the second one, I developed toxemia and had to be off work for three weeks prior to delivery and lay flat on my back 95% of the time. That was the most painful period I have ever had to endure. So, now that I know what it's like, I don't think I would ever want to stay at home and do nothing. It is boring, you get lazy and the world all but stops! If I could do anything, I think that I would be an artist...own a gallery and show other starving artist's work. Either that, or open a roadhouse and serve good homemade food. I would write novels and stories on the side about my guests and their lives and be able to retire when I am 50! What about the rest of you? What would you do if you could be doing anything?

Geez, Rachel, I wish I had your self-confidence. After 5 years with my company, I find myself searching for a new place to roost. I have started sending out resumes, but am not hopeful. I am making pretty good money, but I could do better, I think. I am bright, hardworking and love to learn new things. I just think the work world is a man's world and women ultimately get the shaft.

Well, one is napping and the other is at the hardware store with Daddy, so I am going to paint my nails. Haven't done that in peace (I love that word) since about 1985!

Heather, how many kids do you have? Where are you? Let me guess.....out west somewhere? Are you a stay at home mom or do you also work outside the home?

Rachel...did you move far? We desperately need to move...have outgrown our house, but can't afford to right now....It is hell living in a house that is too small for your family, but I think God will ultimately look out for us and we will get bigger digs someday...

Keep smiling!


Katarina Sun Jan 30 11:59:51 PST 2000

Oh, Randall dear, you never left my good graces. I just thought from one of your postings where you talked about not wanting to venture around others' distress that maybe you have forgotten how beautiful life is when you sit down and really think about it.

When things start getting me down and I forget how lucky I am to have a warm home, and two wonderful, healthy children, I think of my friend, who had her second child at the same time I had my second. Little Lindsey was born with a displaced hip and a club foot. Talk about starting life out on a sour note. But, do you know that little girl's smile can light up a room?! She is the most precious little person in the world. Karen tells me that she does not feel too slighted by God, when she takes Lindsey to the orthopedic surgeon and sees some of the other children in the waiting room with such tragic maladies. Your heart could break. So, every day, I take a minute to give a little bit of thanks, and to remember that I am the one that has to make my life positive.

Randall, I am sure you have posted it, but where in Texas are you? My relatives are in Houston and Wichita Falls. My father recently went to a family reunion in WF, said it was awesome fun. (Unfortunately, I accidentally ruined the film of his trip...ooops!) I have always been awed by Texas and always use the phrase, "Everything's BIG in Texas!" Most of material relatives are in Oklahoma - Ada and OKC.

Allein - you know I work full time and take care of my two young un's when I get home from work. I always said, "Geez, I wish I could sit home and do nothing." Well, when I was pregnant with the second one, I developed toxemia and had to be off work for three weeks prior to delivery and lay flat on my back 95% of the time. That was the most painful period I have ever had to endure. So, now that I know what it's like, I don't think I would ever want to stay at home and do nothing. It is boring, you get lazy and the world all but stops! If I could do anything, I think that I would be an artist...own a gallery and show other starving artist's work. Either that, or open a roadhouse and serve good homemade food. I would write novels and stories on the side about my guests and their lives and be able to retire when I am 50! What about the rest of you? What would you do if you could be doing anything?

Geez, Rachel, I wish I had your self-confidence. After 5 years with my company, I find myself searching for a new place to roost. I have started sending out resumes, but am not hopeful. I am making pretty good money, but I could do better, I think. I am bright, hardworking and love to learn new things. I just think the work world is a man's world and women ultimately get the shaft.

Well, one is napping and the other is at the hardware store with Daddy, so I am going to paint my nails. Haven't done that in peace (I love that word) since about 1985!

Heather, how many kids do you have? Where are you? Let me guess.....out west somewhere? Are you a stay at home mom or do you also work outside the home?

Rachel...did you move far? We desperately need to move...have outgrown our house, but can't afford to right now....It is hell living in a house that is too small for your family, but I think God will ultimately look out for us and we will get bigger digs someday...

Keep smiling!


Randall Sun Jan 30 11:14:35 PST 2000

Happy Sunday Guys:

Heard an interesting story last night from Lethal Lee. Lee spent 15 years in the can for manslaughter, three counts. A Saturday night bar fight in El Paso, mid 1970's turned deadly. He told me recently that 15 years in the joint straightened him right out! Attitude adjustment! He can wax poetically sometimes and I though I noted a catch in his voice as he told me the following story.

I had said something to him about dedication and he quickly pinned me with those eyes. "Dedication," he snorted, spitting tobacco juice on the ground. "Hell Randall, I'll tell you about dedication."

So here his story as told to me.

This tale is about dedication and responsibility and snow geese and Lethal Lee and I want to share it with you. (Wow four "and's" in one sentance!)

A family on the outskirts of town had their front and back yard decorated with fake geese. A white sack, surrounds a neck and head and as the wind blows it swivels on a rod stuck in the earth. At first glance it appears to be geese standing, turning in the wind. Neat idea. There are quite a few around town as people like to decorate the yards with something besides dead grass.

Anyway, the woman was making coffee in the kitchen one morning last fall. Scrubbing the decanter she happened to look out the kitchen window into the back yard. Then she angrily marched into the bedroom and rousted out her husband who was still in dreamland.

"I thought you said you were not going to buy any more of them bird things!"

He barely managed to put both feet on the floor and with one eye open cleverly responded. "Watta the dickens are ye talking about woman?"

"The back yard, why do we need all them things in the yard?"

The couple returned to the kitchen window and the man's eyes popped open. Their yard was full of snow geese! Dozens, standing, feeding, drinking from a small garden pond. They were everywhere! One was just finishing off the cat food, while another harried the cat into a corner. They noted the family dog was visible in his dog house, but only the rear end was sticking out. (I'll bet HIS tail wasn't wagging!)

Minutes passed as the astounded couple gaped in delight. Some geese were napping, one was standing on an old cast iron pot taking in the sights. A couple of smaller ones were sparring, splashing in the pond. Soon they noted one large goose, darker than the others, different markings and guessed he was a male.(?) He was not feeding, not watering but gazing around, head held high ... and finally spotted movement in the window.

He flapped his wings, made a loud honk and as one the entire flock lifted off...except for the four fake birds, and the leader. He gazed curiously at the fakes as if to say, "Hey, guys let's go, what ever is your problem?" He walked around them, even touched one with his bill. (Beak?) He turned, looked at the couple in the window with disdain and was away.

That's the best definition of a leader's dedication and responsibility I've ever heard! Give the alarm, but stay to make sure everyone else is safely away.

Katrina: :-) Hi lady. No, I'm not negative. Well, not all of the time. (Grins)I have to sleep sometime. Still at age 52 I have a lot of regrets. But I also have a lot to be thankful for. They balance out ... usually. We all have good days and bad, "Some days a diamond, some days a stone" as the late John Denver sings. I thought the above story was uplifting. Maybe I can worm my way back into your good graces?

Bye guys,

Allein Sun Jan 30 08:51:44 PST 2000

Heather - I get these jokes as they come to me, but I do happen to have a quiz. :)

Rachel - If I could get any job I want, it would be to sit at home and do nothing, and get paid well to do it. Or, a TV censor would be fun (get to watch TV and tell people what they can and can't watch). Or, I'd also like to be a model. Actually, in reality, I'm thinking more along the lines of a dental hygenist. I love inflicting pain on people...I mean, I like to help people. *grin*
*hugs* to all,

And here's the funnie/quiz:

Take This Scientific Quiz to Determine Your Guyness Quotient

1. Alien beings from a highly advanced society visit the Earth, and you are the first human they encounter. As a token of intergalactic friendship, they present you with a small but incredibly sophisticated device that is capable of curing all disease, providing an infinite supply of clean energy, wiping out hunger and poverty, and permanently eliminating oppression and violence all over the entire Earth. You decide to:

a. Present it to the president of the United States.
b. Present it to the secretary general of the United Nations.
c. Take it apart.

2. As you grow older, what lost quality of your youthful life do you miss the most?

a. Innocence.
b. Idealism.
c. Cherry bombs.

3. When is it okay to kiss another male?

a. When you wish to display simple and pure affection without regard for narrow-minded social conventions.
b. When he is the pope. (Not on the lips.)
c. When he is your brother and you are Al Pacino and this is the only really sportsmanlike way to let him know that, for business reasons, you have to have him killed.

4. What about hugging another male?

a. If he`s your father and at least one of you has a fatal disease.
b. If you`re performing the Heimlich maneuver. (And even in this case, you should repeatedly shout: "I am just dislodging food trapped in this male`s trachea! I am not in any way aroused!")
c. If you`re a professional baseball player and a teammate hits a home run to win the World Series, you may hug him provided that (1) He is legally within the basepath, (2) Both of you are wearing protective cups, and (3) You also pound him fraternally with your fist hard enough to cause fractures.

5. In your opinion, the ideal pet is:

a. A cat.
b. A dog.
c. A dog that eats cats.

6. You have been seeing a woman for several years. She`s attractive and intelligent, and you always enjoy being with her. One leisurely Sunday afternoon the two of you are taking it easy-- you`re watching a football game; she`s reading the papers--when she suddenly, out of the clear blue sky, tells you that she thinks she really loves you, but she can no longer bear the uncertainty of not knowing where your relationship is going. She says she`s not asking whether you want to get married; only whether you believe that you have some kind of future together. What do you say?

a. That you sincerely believe the two of you do have a future, but you don`t want to rush it.
b. That although you also have strong feelings for her, you cannot honestly say that you`ll be ready anytime soon to make a lasting commitment, and you don`t want to hurt her by holding out false hope.
c. That you cannot believe the Jets called a draw play on third and seventeen.

7. Okay, so you have decided that you truly love a woman and you want to spend the rest of your life with her-sharing the joys and the sorrows, the triumphs and the tragedies, and all the adventures and opportunities
that the world has to offer, come what may. How do you tell her?

a. You take her to a nice restaurant and tell her after dinner.
b. You take her for a walk on a moonlit beach, and you say her name, and when she turns to you, with the sea breeze blowing her hair and the stars in her eyes, you tell her.
c. Tell her what?

8. One weekday morning your wife wakes up feeling ill and asks you to get your three children ready for school. Your first question to her is:

a. "Do they need to eat or anything?"
b. "They`re in school already?"
c. "There are three of them?"

9. When is it okay to throw away a set of veteran underwear?

a. When it has turned the color of a dead whale and developed new holes so large that you`re not sure which ones were originally intended for your legs.
b. When it is down to eight loosely connected underwear molecules and has to be handled with tweezers.
c. It is never okay to throw away veteran underwear. A real guy checks the garbage regularly in case somebody--and we are not naming names, but this would be his wife--is quietly trying to discard his underwear, which she is frankly jealous of, because the guy seems to have a more
intimate relationship with it than with her.

10. What, in your opinion, is the most reasonable explanation for the fact that Moses led the Israelites all over the place for forty years before they finally got to the Promised Land?

a. He was being tested.
b. He wanted them to really appreciate the Promised Land when they finally got there.
c. He refused to ask directions.

11. What is the human race`s single greatest achievement?

a. Democracy.
b. Religion.
c. Remote control.

How to Score:

Give yourself one point for every time you picked answer "c." A real guy would score at least 10 on this test. In fact, a real guy would score at least 11.

Heather Sun Jan 30 06:42:53 PST 2000

Hi Rachel! Wow, any job you want. Hmmm. Can't picture myself getting that position as CEO. But I can try!
Good to see you back!
Katarina, my sense of humour is what stopped me from non-existence many times. All I have to hold onto sometimes. It will come back if you practice. My kids' friends all think I'm the funniest mom. But I can be very serious too. I wasn't born with this face intentionally.
But I did choose this heart. Be it repaired a hundred times, it still works.

Wake up, writers - the world is waiting for your song!

Rachel Sun Jan 30 05:47:24 PST 2000

Eddie - You crack me up! But no (wink). The last job I applied for I knew I had in the bag before the interviews even started. I just didn't know how well I was going to do. Seems I'm a tad brighter than I thought (grin, wink).

The one before that I shouldn't have got, but they gave it to me anyway. I don't know why they hired me and I know that it was hush, hushed and that I was controversy girl for a time. (must just be my smile)!

I just sort of decide when I'm going to get a job and which one I want and then I get it. It's just the way it works. I can't imagine the shock I would get if anyone ever said no...

My friends all say it makes them sick. I think they should be happy for me. In some ways they are, in others it just makes the sick.

I sit at home and do more or less what I want. I should be living life in hell with the children that I care for, but that isn't what happened. They came to my home and they stabalized. Apparently I just have something about me. Where I used to work they called me the "human tranquilizer"

I have been asked and asked what I do to accomplish the things I do. Fact of the matter is that I don't have a clue. I just expect that things are going to go well and they do. Sure I hit the odd bump, but for the most part things are pretty peachy. (okay, there could be a little more to it than that, but I'm not going to go into the life and times of Rachel too, too much more here).

I have a job that pays great and leaves me free to do the things I love. I can't think of things being any better than that.

So that is a bit about me.

Take care Eddie

Heather, Jai and all who wished me well or held a good thought for me during my move. THANKS!!!!!!!!

Laura - I will be getting onto the work book and will have a read of the piece by Viper six. This move just took up a little more of my time than I had anticipated.

Take care all

Katarina Sat Jan 29 20:57:58 PST 2000

Heather, you are just too entertaining. I sit and read your postings and just chuckle. You are quite the poet. And I imagine your sense of humor gets you through many of lifes' trials and tribulations, eh? I lost part of my sense of humor somewhere along the way. I don't know where. When I became a mother and I became totally responsible for two others' lives? I don't know, but I keep hoping it will come back.

Is it Randall who seems so gosh-darn negative? My ancestry goes back to Texas and I thought Texans were pretty carefree and glad to be alive?! What's up with that?

I recently got to see the Picasso exhibit at the TMA. My God, was that wonderful! I got chills just looking at his signature on his drawings. Did you all know that two of his mistrisses committed suicide? He had about seven or eight of them all together. Mistrisses, that is. Made me wonder.

Well, thatsssssssssss all for now. Allein, the dance sounded fun. Took me back to high school days...very good memories....


Martin....where are you?

Heather Sat Jan 29 20:49:22 PST 2000

one more note...
Smokey and the Bandit. Haven't see it in years...!
Good example of doors being removed/damaged by stupidity:
Tommy Boy. (movie, Chris Farley, David Spade) All you young types'll have seen that a one. Us child-like nuts.
Not child-ish, mind you. Difference. (I am really hoping)

Heather Sat Jan 29 20:39:42 PST 2000

oh, yeah
Forgot to say that it was my daughter's undies hanging out of her dance costume... what does one say? Excuse me, but if you're surrendering, shouldn't you tie that flag to a stick? Or, I didn't know it was 'Tuesday'? (little people's underwear often has strange logos) or...I see London, I see France... No, that's too mean.

Soon I will dig up this quiz for 'you'uns' to have fun with. A multiple choice one, called What's Your EQ (Embarassment Quotient)?
It was a hoot when I happened upon it. I have some shy friends, and some NOT so shy...
But I must find it first. Almost as amusing as the list of
'101 ways to kill a hamster' I found some years ago. (blechhh) And yes, there really are 101.

Jerry, I liked your latest story for SM**; enjoyed it immensely. Got me with the first paragraph - how the guys' mouth tasted like shit. Nice imagery (tastigery, with some olfactoryness, whatever )... and do I ever need a drink...EkKKKKGH No -- not Tiger Piss...ULP!

Allein, got any quizzes? You have such awesome sparkle-jewels to add. I liked that one you posted last, I'd read it before (it had been forwarded to me) but it got erased from my email file when the system crashed. Funny to see it again.
Rachel, we are all sending you warm toasty moving-in-the-winter thoughts, and hope your move went smoothly. (or still is going smoothly?)
and look forward to your first post-move message.
Americo, come out of the wild blue and say something!


Heather Sat Jan 29 19:57:02 PST 2000

Randall, I believe I have laughed so hard I've drool on my chin and a tear in my eye.

I think my real reactions to those scenarios would be:
Dead rabbit butt on the porch - bury it. Make a few faces, but no wretching. Keep cat food on the veranda. Leave a note for the rest of the bunnies.

Orange drink out the nose and onto white sofa - stare with disbelief for a few minutes, then clean it up. Swear under breath only once. Use large throw cushions to cover up remnant of stains. Tell the guest to get up off the floor and stop faking unconsciousness. Remind self to buy a darker coloured couch.

My reaction to the mud puddle tsunami - I remember it had ice slivers in it, so my face felt like it was stabbed with a bed of nails - and I gaped for a while, then shook the muck off. By the way, I had not intentionally stood by the puddle. It was just rush hour and a sidewalk with a railing on the one side - hence, no where to move out of range.
I was pissed off for about an hour. Couldn't go home and change just yet. I am most often under the influence of what they might call 'Terminal Voyeurism Syndrome'. People watching... I am more likely to trip over my own foot than not see something coming (car, puddle; airplane, mountain side...)

The nostril nugget - say nothing but snicker later. Remember to write it on the calendar so the following year it could be celebrated at work as "green day" where all employees must wear something of that colour. (Or something slimy, you pick)

Oops that wasn't supposed to have double meanings.
I am not asleep, honest.
Having some lack of coordination tonight however. Goes well with red wine and coffee.
Not enough precision to type backwards, howard! and ed, too. You two have enough imagination for 10 people. A good thing to share! Pass me the vivid imagery, please.


Off to write I wander.
Searching for the sage.
Sometimes I wear
a paper gown
And call myself a page.

On picture books
I cry a tear
And in the rows I tread
Somewhere after Mystery
And close to Fiction's Stead.

Into the ink
I step and prance
A fountain pen in fist
I dive upon and roll about
With silver lining wrist

Across the clouds
Beneath the rain
Is summer's vagrant kiss
It swims in wells and sings to tell
Of writing's thoughtful bliss.

Goodnight all!
Dream and dream and dream some more,
and give each thought a word.

Jerry Ericsson Sat Jan 29 19:22:12 PST 2000

Greeting all, I can see that the computer re-hab is going well, I recently networked my computers, so the wife has hers, I have my big computer and my laptop, all networked. Makes the internet available to both of us at once, and my daughter can use it too when she comes home for the weekend.

Americo, to celebrate your anniversery, I have deposited in SM** one short story called In the Mess Hall. I hope you find it up to standards and that you enjoy it.

The rest of you are free to give me feed-back on it one way or the other too.


Eddie French Sat Jan 29 17:58:21 PST 2000

ti skool doog ot em!

drawoh moc.rr.ynts@yekcuth Sat Jan 29 14:55:28 PST 2000

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randall Sat Jan 29 14:09:40 PST 2000

Howard! Congrats! I see it worked. Way to go! You definitely have a way with computers. Glad to see one of our home boys figured out these durn things.


howard Sat Jan 29 13:30:03 PST 2000


Howard Sat Jan 29 10:36:00 PST 2000

I am about to attempt to reconfigure my hard drive.
Or as they say in 'Famous last words heard in Texas' -- "Hey, y'all, watch this!"


Clyde Dixon Sat Jan 29 10:05:42 PST 2000

Hi All,

I saw T. M. Spell mentioned in Science Fiction Chronicle (Dec 99, page 8). I'm always on the lookout for the names from our little group here. I'm sure the rest of you know about it already, but I don't get by here very often.

Anyway, she had been involved in a contest for Clarion grads where they would try to write 60,000 words in 30 days (quite the goal!).

I also saw that Victoria had another print run, I don't know if it was a new book or a reprint, though.

I have been helping a friend edit his latest attempt at getting a novel published. His first got postive rejections i.e. "send us the next thing you write."

My own writing is still improving (having a day job where I write has helped a lot). I think I will actually get a few things out by spring.

Well, good writing to all.


R Sat Jan 29 09:14:56 PST 2000

All pets know they are NOT Animals. Sorry R

randall startiki Sat Jan 29 09:13:04 PST 2000

Good morning fellow keypounders:

Thank you for your reply Heather. :-) The answer to all the scenerios is, in a round about way, the same. I would handle them low key. Bury the bunny first, deep so the cat won't dig it up. A few rocks on top of the gravesite helps. Say a soft prayer, but do not grieve. God will give it a better life next time around. Karma. Actually, my Grannie had a Mama Cat one time that delighted in killing small rodents and leaving them on her back porch. It gives a whole new meaning to the term "high stepping" to walk outside and tread on a deceased snake, rat, mouse, rabbit, etc... But, cats are a member of the family seeking approval for deeds. All pets...KNOW they are animals. They believe they are part of the family unit. In my household I have eight bosses... and five of them are pets.

The couch is only a material thing. Clean it...attatch no importance the incident. Minimize the embarassement to your guest and forget about it. Karma, also. Do you know, that nothing loses value like furniture? Well, maybe a diamond but who can afford them anyway. Tip of the hat to DeBeers.

Water splashed. Well, for Texans water in a pond is a rare occurance anyway. And one must ALWAYS be aware of their surroundings. ALWAYS. Criminals prey on unwary and mentally deficent folks who operate in la la land. Heather my lady, the world is full of jerks who would drive 20 miles just for a chance to splash a pedisterian. Be alert, don't STAND next to a puddle of water. Or, carry a 45 auto and branish it as a potential Splasher approaches the Splasherette. That'll make 'em change lanes REAL quick! Persons who open car doors into oncoming traffic are basically the same. As an ex-employee of Texas DOT we called them TU or Terminally Unaware. I know men who lay awake at night hoping to catch someone open a car door as they pass by. An fine, fine example of this is played out in Burt Reynolds movie SMOKEY AND THE BANDIT. ( know I would be aware of THAT movie, huh?)

Problems with the bosses nostril. Ignore it. It's their problem not yours. Besides he/she makes more money than you anyway. Messangers of bad news are only given a 50/50 chance of surival in the first place. Making the boss out to be a dolt, is something never forgotten. First hand knowledge on that one Heather.

Undies? Hanging out? I thought Writers Notebook had moved beyond sex! :-) Got me there lady. If it was my wife????? Well...I'm thinking, I'm thinking!!!!!

Happy Saturday to everyone.

Randall "Mountain Man" H

Heather Sat Jan 29 06:26:11 PST 2000

Randall, say it like it is --- is a great policy.
POLICY? that sounds so committee-ish and red-tape-ish.
Honesty can be blunt, rude, sometimes depressing, good. Feel free!
As Eddie says, I give far too much away. Yup, that's pretty accurate.
Come on, guys! Just for fun. Eddie has a great idea...
everybody think up what everyone's reaction would be
in some strange situation... or to something gross like hmmm:

What would your reaction be to the arse end of a dead baby rabbit on your porch? (my mother actually found that by her back door one morning, they live where there are lots of rabbits) YUUUUCK! What's for lunch, dear?

and...your reaction if a guest at a party laughed so hard they shot orange liquid out of their nose and all over your lily-white couch? GET OUT YOU HEATHEN

and...your reaction to walking serenely down the sidewalk with your umbrella on a nifty, rainy but warm afternoon, and a car drives by in warp speed and splashes you head to foot with muddy water? (ten minutes pass before the shock does...) GRurgurugOUERPIDJFHGOE! MY MOUTH WAS OPEN YOU F*CK**G CREEP!

or... you notice that your boss has a small greenish thing dangling from his/her nostril...

OK folks and felines,
I must go and take the wee one to her dance lesson.
Oh! whooops that wasn't one of the above posed scenarios.

Check back with you all later!

Allein Sat Jan 29 00:42:45 PST 2000

Okay, one quick funnie:

Employee Evaluation

Be sure to read through to the bottom...

1 Bob Smith, my assistant programmer, can always be found
2 hard at work in his cubicle. Bob works independently, without
3 wasting company time talking to colleagues. Bob never
4 thinks twice about assisting fellow employees, and he always
5 finishes given assignments on time. Often he takes extended
6 measures to complete his work, sometimes skipping coffee
7 breaks. Bob is a dedicated individual who has absolutely no
8 vanity in spite of his high accomplishments and profound
9 knowledge in his field. I firmly believe that Bob can be
10 classed as a high-caliber employee, the type which cannot be
11 dispensed with. Consequently, I duly recommend that Bob be
12 promoted to executive management, and a proposal will be
13 executed as soon as possible.

That idiot was standing over my shoulder while I wrote
the report sent to you earlier today. Kindly re-read
only the odd numbered lines.

Allein Sat Jan 29 00:39:10 PST 2000

Hi Everyone,
It's past midnight here. I just got back from a school dance. It was really fun. First my boyfriend and I went out to dinner at Applebee's. I got grilled chicken with mushrooms and onions, with cooked veggies and potatoes as side dishes (very good, considering that I'm on a diet - I've already lost three pounds this week). My boyfriend got chicken strips - big surprise, that's about all he eats! He's very picky - I'm not even that bad, and I'm pretty bad. He says there's only about 15 things he'll eat. I mean, I'll eat practically anything, but I set standards - I won't touch brownies if they're too dry (last week I had a brownie to DIE for - moist and very rich chocolate).
Anyway, then we went to his house. His parents are really nice and they like me (my parents like him too). His mom thought I looked beautiful. She offered to help me shop for a prom dress or make me one (she's a quilter, so she loves to sew). I already have a design in mind. The neck will be about choker length and will have three or four strands of seed pearls. The fabric will be midnight blue satin (or something like satin)and there will be a slit on the back and then on both sides of the legs up to about the knee. I'm debating whether to make it somewhat Chinese style by adding frog clips on one side. I think that would look cute. I love Chinese dresses.
Anyway, the dance was a lot of fun, but by boyfriend isn't really the dancing type so it took him a little while to get into it. But we ended up having a great time. My feet hurt though.
I should be getting to bed.
*hugs* to all,

Randall Fri Jan 28 16:56:43 PST 2000

TGIF GANG!!!! Free at last! Free to live my life without 8 to 5 restrictions. Be my own man, at least till Monday morning that is. And if you think I'm gonna step outside this house and freeze my keester off...YOU'RE KRAZY! Winter has come to Texas with bitter cold. My Gawd, why, it's at least 40 outside!!! BRRRRR! Time to review, rewrite and regroup the last manuscript. Inside, that is.


Eddie: VERY Nice job, liked it. But, I'll pass...this time. You see, my characters are all fictional. I prefer that, make believe and made up. The gentle folk here are very real, consquently, I stay away from reality concerning friendship. Over the years I've taken a lot of flack because I refused to be drawn into other persons life. Male and female friends have mistaken my compassion for the turmoil in their life when secretly I am appalled (?). Yes, my life is probably dull to some, outlook bleak, but I cannot handle emotional distress on any level. Especially in others. Happiness, of course is different. Happiness breeds happiness and I can cope. Distress from a friend will bring me down quicker than Billy Goat through a net wire fence.

You want honesty? You live and breathe the truth? Here tis.

Eddie, I have trouble relating to the lives of other people. How's that for an up front comment. My wife's been telling me that for years. She's says my tone may be harsh, my expressions cold...though I'm not angry. Men having trouble with their spouses? Their problem ... not mine. A woman having trouble with a man ... kick the bum out. Their are plenty of fish in the ocean. Get over it, quit crying on my shoulder.

I wrote yesterday that personalities shine through the written page. You've just seen mine, glaring out like a searchlight. Honesty is like that.

So Eddie, I prefer fiction, science fiction because real peoples problems are distressing. I want to hide from life's problems and I see it that way. I participate in life, now, for my wife and my kids. Given the opportunity, I would flee, shrieking with happiness for the Wasatch, or the Wind Rivers or the Big Snow Mountains. Give me a little two room cabin in the Big Horns, with a creek below and lofty snow covered mountains behind. Give me a little flour, salt, a slab of bacon, a couple of chickens and a horse and I'll leave this insane society and seek solitude on conifer covered slopes.

No, I'm not down guys (I call everyone guys, so don't you ladies be offended) Reality check is more than a phrase in my life. I find it gives me balance and knowing I could cut out helps me make it through the day. Besides, you my unseen friends...are my friends...and if you wish to pin a face on it is!

Take care,

(Huh, anyone have a cabin in the mountains and needing a caretaker?)

Fri Jan 28 16:19:07 PST 2000


What South African policy??? Am I a president or a priminister or my own country? I have no foreign policy. I have never been out of the country except for one afternoon foray into Ontario. I do own a few cogorands (I can't even spell it).

Do I derive weath from indigenous South African peoples. If only I did. I would love a few diamond mines.


Allein Fri Jan 28 16:10:36 PST 2000

Heather - I LOVE seafood as well. I don't like meat raw, but rare is nice. I like it cooked, but it has to be tender. I don't like cooked beef that resembles charchol. I had ostrich once at a restaurant in Colorado. It was delicious.

Eddie French Fri Jan 28 15:55:17 PST 2000

Heather, (emulating a post from Americo)
What a good Idea.
Americos' post dealing with 'His' percieved impressions of the reactions of other members of the group to specific situations presented has opened a fantastic opportunity for all of us to open up our own (preconcieved?) conceptions of our fellow Notebookers.
How do we (as a group) see the individual members?
How well do we know each other?
Do the limitations of cross continental [lifestyle, customs etc.]limit our understanding of other members?

How do you percieve your fellow members of the Notebook?

I propose that we all carry out this exercise.
The exercise itself is simple.

Dream up a scenario that is relevant to your own lifestyle. One that you know reasonably well how you would respond to.

Predict how you think that other members of the group would respond to the same scenario.

Post the results in similar format that Americo, (and later Heather) have so recently done so.

Ok, Heather, Americo, You are not excluded from this exercise as your recent posts were possibly not representative of your inner convictions because of the opportunist circumstances of the posts. (We must all start with the eventual aim of the exercise in mind)
So, to get this exercise off the ground, I begin:

You have almost finished the application form for a new position with a large, well known company. You really want the job, you see it as your only way forward. It's the career you want. The last section of the application form asks you to outline the 'other' reasons why they should choose you for this position above the other applicants.
Just say what you think based upon what you think that you know of your Notebook Friends!
Dont use this scenario.....think up your own!

Well, I know that I am right for this position because it is, as I am sure that you know, the best way for me to advance my career in this field. I am not in any way saying that I would leave this illustrious company after I had attained the qualifications which I am sure your company would provide me with. I would never do that. I would however retain my rights to advance my career with another company if the opportunity arose.
(Heather, you give far too much away!)

I am almost sure that your company may be worthy of my talents!
(Americo, Go for it!)

Yeah, well...You know we could get on famously. I could be your overseas representative.
(Jai, It might be so much better just where you are)

I feel that I could really contribute to the human angle. I have a good grasp on relationships.
(Allien, It's only just begun)

If you could just have another look at your South African interests and the way in which these policies affect the indigeonous peoples of the country from which most of your wealth derives then I think we could be making progress.
(Rhoda, Just too much heart!)

What about the luncheon vouchers. Do they include crab....Lobster? the menue A' La Carte?
(Howard, Sometimes you just have to forget the food)

Everything seems to be fine up to now, but what is the Company intranet setup like. Do you have the Bandwidth I need?. Fran..would you come in here a minute please?..
(Jack, Don't believe the hype!)

Felicitations oh worthy ones, It seems to me that you have a reasonable setup here. I would presume to point out though, if I may, that you are deficient in certain areas. I would particularly like to direct your attention to one or two certain points to which I have given careful thought....
(T.O.M., They will probably take on board every single point)

I think I know just what you need from me and I know that I can give 100% to achieve this end. There are however, one or two points which I would like to clarify......
(Rachel, It's right there in front of you!)

Purrrrr, Do you have regular mouse breaks?

Meoowww...I do think that you performed a most interesting interview, do you have a partner?
(Pussy, easy now girl!)

Is that all there is to it?
(Laura, Patience girl, there's more on the way.)

Hema Ati:
I am a teenager, What is the average age of your employees?
(Hema Ati, Why worry?)

My main contribution to your company would be my ability to regain, in some part, the values which this company held dear in times gone by. I believe that these (lost) values can be ressurected with some dedicated effort. I am prepared to do whatever it takes to achieve this eventual aim.
(Randall, let go your feelings, feel the force!)

I was about to project myself into the minds of my fellow Notebookers and enter my own words as I thought that you lot might see me..... but that would be one plane of fantasy too far.

Who's next?


Laura Http:// Fri Jan 28 14:50:41 PST 2000

Good afternoon.

Phew! it feels like I haven't stopped moving since I got up at eight this morning. I am tired, poor, exhausted, and otherwise down on my luck at school. If there are any typo's you will have to excuse me. (PEBKAC : Problem Exists Between Keyboard And Chair.)

Amt Gard Rules!

howard Fri Jan 28 11:29:16 PST 2000

Heather --
Yes, he claimed ownership right then and there. It got real quiet after that.

Heather Fri Jan 28 11:10:16 PST 2000

Oh! I woke up to add:
Howard! Did he actually say OWN and not HAVE? (her pillows)

Heather Fri Jan 28 11:07:17 PST 2000

Don't anyone feel left out of the dust reaction list, OK?
I couldn't think of a comment that everyone might add.
I laughed very heartily. My husband does not claim them his pillows, but I get those eye twinkles when I remember the phrase "devil's pillows' someone once called them (in general)and laugh about it to myself. Oh, tact. Oh, diplomacy. SOme have less than others. Take for instance the husband grabbing his wife at the reception. That's classy, honey. I'm not terribly surprised that the divorce came so soon.
Raw fish, well, it's really not my big favourite.(Bait! LOL) I prefer cooked seafood. But raw steak, mmmmmm! Could this be mad cow disease? I do love shrimp and lobster and oysters and clams and oh, just about anything seaborn and shellish. (crustaceaous?)
I am beyond finding the words I am looking for, tongue in cheek and drool on chin, I need a nap or I may doze off right on the keyssssssssssss

howard Fri Jan 28 09:15:54 PST 2000

Allein & Heather -- Sushi? here in the east our word for sushi is "bait." I like lots of things raw, but fish isn't among the top several.
Right now I'm munching on leftovers from last night -- linguini with shrimp sauce. Yummie! Actually it's my version of shrimp scampi. Gonna get a couple of quarts of fresh oysters tonight, and make my wife an oyster stew. She loves it.
Heather -- Pillows? Reminds me of a wedding reception I attended years ago -- 1959, to be exact. It was a couple I had gone to school with. The bride was well endowed (should I say vERyvERy well endowed?) Anyway, they were opening their presents, and the groom opened one that contained a pair of pillows -- beautiful large ones. "Pillows?" he snickered, "I already *own* a pair! Just married 'em! Check 'em out!" And he reached over and grabbed one, embarrassing the daylights out of his new wife, and everyone else who was there.
The party (and the marriage) went downhill from there. They got a divorce within the first year, if I remember correctly.

All --
If you want a GREAT science fiction story, find a copy of "The Witches of Karres" by James Schmitz. You'll have to find it in the used book section, as it's out of print, but it is very very good! He's in my top ten scifi writers. Zenna Henderson leads, but he's right up there.


Jack Beslanwitch Fri Jan 28 02:16:47 PST 2000

Hello everyone: Just as a comment, I am extremely busy at the moment, but have encountered an alternative to the guestbook script that I am presently using for the Workbook. When I have time to pursue it in the next month I believe I will implement it. It will allow each story to be carried on its own thread and then comments can be attached after. This may encourage people to more readily respond and critique a story posted in the workbook. I will keep you posted as I have a few relative nanoseconds to rub together outside of my existing work responsibilities. Take care everyone.

Heather Fri Jan 28 01:15:24 PST 2000

Dick, welcome and make yourself at home! I did...(snurgle, snort guffaw!)
If you wish to share your writing then try the workbook on this site. I'm sure you will get the feedback you are looking for.

Katarina - hi! So there are notebookers lurking that I haven't met yet! Another writer who keeps house and kids and husband! (Did I say keeps? Stick my tongue with a fork!) Looks like we have loads in common already. And to top it all off, wierdness. Has it's wonderful points.
Just don't roll on them in the night.

Rachel ! Movi!n!g! By! God! I ! ! can't even finish that.
We're still 'just getting settled in' 8 months later. Does it actually happen one day, all of a sudden, you look around and see most things where they should be and paint and paper to your (somewhat) liking and bam? You're all settled in?
Or is it an ongoing process as I have dreaded; waking up after the nightmare of unpacking, relieved that the tyranny of mess has finally spiralled into one chosen corner? I'll say one thing - moving for me is much different than for my husband. He doesn't ever really pack. I am label nut and tape maniac, with a fresh stack of boxed...
He, on the other hand just expects the movers to use garbage bags and gunny sacks. Or nothing at all - just 1.2 million armloads! The movers meaning himself, his buddies and me. And to make matters more dire, my husband is the biggest packrat I have ever met. He treasures bank receipts and grocery tabs! He saves spent match packets, empty pop bottles, shiny baubles, holey socks and his favourite, pocket lint! This is what I think of when I see 'attempted murderess receives bail' in the news. I think of his piles of hoarded trinkets, cluttering up the air I am breathing! I see my dusting hand, reaching up for his neck. I see me stuffing every orifice with paper scraps until full. I see... oh, never mind. I scream and scream and then I realize I haven't let out a sound. And then I look at it all and whip out my handy garbage bag, and it all goes away. He never says anything, just starts collecting more. SOme of what he collects isn't so bad (do men have good taste? Ever?). It's just those giant herds of dust rhinos on his side of the room that stare at me, sticking out their hairy grey tongues.
He wanted to take some with us when we moved. I think it was supposed to be a joke. Do I need to add I didn't laugh?

Oh, I could go on. I think these might be your reactions:

(To imitate the master, Americo, in his style)

Americo: would not care. Dust and mess does not touch those who float. (Hydroplane, excuse me)
Teekay: would fall over with evil laughter, which by the way, she has copyrighted!
Rachel: would not see this post until long after moving day, but would smile after she's hooked her computer back up and finally unknotted the cords. And then she would promptly check her husband's things for dust bunnies, rhinos and giraffes. (paranoid?)
Jerry: will remember a time when dust rhinos were free to roam.
Jon and Pussy: aren't those cat toys?
Allein: I leave my clothes on the floor so I can't see the dirt.
Randall: Dust Rhinos and such were kept under appalling conditions in the 60's. Free range dust animals are healthier. Let them be!
Dick: i will check with the wife.
Rhoda: I must agree. Husbands need to be cleaned and pressed often in order to empty their pockets.
Eddie: Let them eat bananas.
Avatar: I have a new species to add... the dust dinosaur. It's been there so long only the bones are left.
John McIntyre: No, Avatar, that's me you've got by the toe.

Ok, bedtime for me.
I'm sure you all can tell I need the sleep!
On wings of a dove, on wings of the bee,
buzz along and bring for me
Sweet honey to taste, thought flowers to form
But no dove droppings
on the page I've torn!

EW. and more EWWWW. That was terrible! I apologize profusely...well, a little.

Jai Thu Jan 27 23:01:18 PST 2000

Rachel - focus on the fun, the excitment, the adventure and the work will go pass much more quickly. At least that's what I've found in the past.


Laura Http:// Thu Jan 27 21:47:34 PST 2000

'night all

Rhoda Thu Jan 27 21:23:59 PST 2000


Great to see you again.


Glad you decided to join the discussion. Welcome to the Notebook.


Nothing harder than moving. I'll be thinking of you.

Katarina Thu Jan 27 21:18:50 PST 2000

Hi Guys...remember me? The hubby finally got me a computer at home, so now I can visit the Notebook. Work got very busy and I was unable to keep up with posting regularly. I see that there are many new "posters" since I was last here! Cool, even sounds a little more positive than before too. I see Rachel is still lurking around, and Allein. But where is Gary? Hey, sound neat. I am a housewife too, as I have mentioned, so I do enjoy your musings about the life we lead. Does anything compare? I barely remember LBM (life before marriange) or LBK (life before kids)! It seems our very existence revolves so wholeheartedly around someone else's well-being, doesn't it?

Well, gotta get to bed as "Early to bed, early to rise, makes one healthy, weathly and wise." (I'll just take the money...!)

Ciao, Katarina

Martin? Where are you?

Dick Thu Jan 27 20:45:18 PST 2000

hi y'all

as i said in my(only) previous post, i am a word voyeur, reading chat rooms and the notebook and not saying much.

teekay, i apologize for not responding to you sooner, but i did not see your email address until this past weekend. will have to retrieve it from the archive.

as to normalcy, i am normal and everyone else is not. it's the only way to explain my existance. as long as i don't hurt anyone else, who cares what they think?

i need some structure in my schedule to accomplish what i want to write. what is the best way to get knowldge needed and feedback on my writing? i have been told to take creative writing courses, to join the local writers group, and have seen parts of the web such as this. i've haven't had luck finding these.

being a healthy (not health) nut and needing six or more ours of exercise a week to get the endorphin charge to stay close to sane, along with needing to spend time with my ferret, and then the wife, i have trouble finding time for reading and writing. thank god (if there is one) the kids are on their own.

thanks for letting me into a little bit of your lives. i've spent the last few nites reading three or four weeks of post, and feel as if i'm getting to know you.


Jerry Ericsson Thu Jan 27 20:39:47 PST 2000

Randell - been there, like the song, stuck in the '60's - I go to the VV sites every once in awile, even found one of my old buddies, but the reunion was not all that good, we went our seperate ways after Nam, and really had little to talk about. Did find another buddy in a bar fight, and after breaking up the fight, took him out for coffee, we did have a nice long talk, brought back many memories, some good some not so good. I do frequent the Vets Lost and found page, but can't remember the address now, lost it when I re-formated my hard drive. It is kind of nice to revisit the past once in awile though. Makes for some good short stories too, just let the emotion take over the writting.

Rachel Thu Jan 27 19:38:58 PST 2000

Hi all - I just want to say to one and all that I might not comment on everything that I see posted on the notebook, but know that I am thinking of each of you. I just get so busy sometimes that I don't have time to turn around, let alone leave a post.

I know that sounds pissy, I don't mean for it to. I just want you all to know that I hold good thoughts for each of you.

Wishing each of you all the best

PS - Wish me luck. I'm moving tomorrow afternoon:) Now I have to get back to packing. Dang! I swore to myself I would bed prepared this time. Yikes, I'm tired all ready and I haven't even begun to do all I need to do this evening. I better go (smiles)!

Heather Thu Jan 27 19:35:58 PST 2000

Thank you, Hema and T.O.M. and Rachel and Rhoda and everyone. (Randall, I'd like to just visit that page to see the raw feelings of the site, but I am not a VV...)
It's time to be off to the work at hand, after work outside home I've just finished...sigh.
And the babies are sweetly dreaming in their beds, the pillows cradling their heads so tenderly - wish I could transform into the pillows just once in a while.
Well, I do have what I like to call 'Mother's pillows' - to my husband, they'd be fun pillows...
Rachel no - not average! It's you and me and not too many others. Just because they trust you around their kids doesn't mean that you're top of the list for fondu parties. Not that you aren't. They trust me around their kids, too, but I'm relatively new in the neighbourhood (bought the house and moved in this past May) so maybe they all want to come over just to see inside the house, check us out! I hope that is not the intention. But it crosses my mind.
I've not been invited to anything but my daughter has been invited to a tonne of birthday parties - were all of the kids in my daughter's class born in November and December? Iyyyyeee. I am not the type to throw a big shindig here for parents...Not enough room and the deck isn't finished being built.
I like green food too - and green is one of my favourite colours - that soft, deep fern green like the shade garden, like the vine. That's the colour (with white and vanilla) of most of my house, and blonde hardwood...)
But I digress. We were talking of other parents. They think I am interesting, I think? Nice, yes. But I see it in their eyes that they know I'm just not the same 'breed' as they are - not lower,or higher but somehow different...they seem to know somehow that I am not of the same reality.
anyhow, I am boring myself and so surely you are all bored crazy and stiff.
bye, that editing calls and the next sentence is shouting to be written.

Stay afloat, paddle with us in the wide
subtly coloured
soft and freshly hewn
moving raft
we label 'boat'.
Bring your sheets and rope
To make it sail
and tighten that jib, we need all the wind the trees have been stealing.


Randall Thu Jan 27 18:41:26 PST 2000

I'M BACK......

Forgot something:

Thank you Hema for the kindness. Don't always mention the gang by name in my posts. So for that please forgive me you'all. I love you one and all. Yes, even you Americo.

Long Time Reader: Hey!!!! What's the problem? Wade in Bubba. The water's not deep, even if it is...we would help you stay afloat! If you don't like the direction WN is going...change it. I rarely conform to topics at hand anyway. (I heard a big AMEN out there!) I have discussed things that have folks out there scratching their heads. "What in the hell is Randall talking about." Who cares! Get in here...stop luking! Be folksy, (Folksy? Well, it's a Texas thing.) Start writing!


Randall Thu Jan 27 18:20:27 PST 2000

Hi group:

Been in 1969 the last few evenings. I've been on a Vietnam Veterans web site. Let me tell you thing love, whether it is better or worse, VV web sites are nothing like Writers Notebook. Nothing. Primitive, raw emotions still guide my fellow vets and baby...they let it all hang out! Our friendly tussles are Sunday school picnics in comparsion. The war inside is still being fought and they fight a terrible enemy. Maturity attained in war and bloodshed of fellow humans.

I have mixed emotions about the war in Southeast Asia...all bad. Still (sigh) a writer seeks input, (Like Johnny Five) and all written and/or verbal conversation is fair game for the manuscript. So I listen very carefully.

What do you think about input? Is everything open? Would you return from Grannie's funeral, wipe a tear from your eye, reach for a pencil and jot down a few notes on character? With regards and a tip of the hat to Truman Capote who was beyond compare at soaking up people's lives and converting to novels. (As you know.)

Self imposed worth versus actual worth. Chest beating versus silence. Self-importance versus humility. Blow one's own horn. Give yourself a pat on the back. "Me first" and "I will, thus I am and you're not." All marks of Alter Ego Supreme a modern day illness of the mind, not conducive to intelligence and rational thought.

Words, friends of mine, like murder will out and undo you. (A nod to The Bard) Personality, like light shows through the page. Mature adults can see through simple, or complex words and know the real person. You may run through paragraphs, hide behind complex word structure's, conceal, bluff and pontificate...but we know. We know. Children can not fool their parents. Maturity (and treachery) will always overcome youth (and skill.) Fools are fools are Tom Foolery.

If you have to say you are...your not. If you bluster... your sails are collapsing. When you shout...we hear the tears. When you assail...we see the child. A wise man walks with his head he may not fall over a simple twig. The one's who count, know. They always do.

Excuse me, I'm going back to 1969. Things were clearer then.


Laura Http:// Thu Jan 27 16:36:23 PST 2000

Hey everyone,

Just thought I'd check in again and see what was going on. To all of you newbies, welcome, and don't worry, we don't bite.

Dan Olsen: Thanks for the E-mail, you should have gotten a reply, if not, warn me.

Amt Gard rules, (Sorry SCA'ers)

Allein Thu Jan 27 14:12:17 PST 2000

Hema Ati - I did the contest a few years ago. They get over 5000 entries a year and only one person wins. It's not worth it.

"Whoever said 'words don't hurt' never got hit with a dictionary."

The Old Man Thu Jan 27 13:45:28 PST 2000

Greetings and felicitations,

Heather, I like what you say as well. You are another instant adoptee to this wonderful site, and for myself, I completely enjoy the input you give us.

Longtime reader, Like any living thing, the notebook swells and contracts to the natural rythm of all things. If it seems slow today, tomorrow may bring an absolute landslide of new members anxious to learn and teach. In fact, why stay in the shadows of the wings? You are just as welcome, and just as adoptable as any. Please join in.

"Hark, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the new addition to the notebook!" (apologies to the Bard.)


Laura Http:// Thu Jan 27 11:19:27 PST 2000

Just wanting to know if anyone was here. Viper Six asked for feedback on his story and hasn't really gotten any, he was curious to know if anyone liked it.

I had also been wondering if anyone was on. It had been so quiet.

Hema: no, you post whenever you want to. Or when someone asks a question you feel you can answer.

Amt Gard Rules. (SOrry SCA'ers)

Hema Ati Thu Jan 27 09:54:40 PST 2000

Allein ,Avatar, guess you guys are teenagers.
Have y'all visited yet.look for the fiction contest.NOW! And do get back to us.

keep up the good work of regular, very interesting posts.

Laura, I was around on wednesday but I thought that a person who posts very often would be considered by u all
as somebody who does not have a life.

Rachel Thu Jan 27 08:55:46 PST 2000

Heather! I am once again delighted that you are here. I am far from the average house wife. I don't want to be that. The other moms seem to find me a source of fascination. For me the feeling is mutual. I love to hear about their lives. The things that they do. They think I am weird, odd, funny and nice. On occasion I can let fly some very dark humor and then they will all nearly die. I guess they think I'm pretty decent, they all seem willing enough to trust me with their children and I know they don't just do this with anyone. I also like to hang with the dads and can blend just as well here. The moms find this interesting. They all know I'm not lurking up on their men. They know I'm really talking about hockey, basketball, soccer. I developed real interest for these sports this past year (My boys are in all of them). I'm into karate up to my eyeballs, which I have been told is not very ladylike and then yesterday the icing on the cake. My son told Dan (my husband) that he had to learn to really burp, not just baby stuff. Well, Dan wanted to know where he could learn to really burp, and my sons smiles with delight and tells him "from moma!" Great (grins and laughter). Apparently I hold the record for time duration with good resonance. Gezz, I knew those vocal lessons would come in handy for something (merry laughter). I have been in mosh pits,and been up to a fair bit of this and that. I read your posts and smile the biggest smiles. It is so nice to know that I'm not the only nut bag out there.

Foods - I also love scallops and all sea food. But some of my favorite foods are broccoli, kiwi, green beans, brussel sprouts and egg plant. YUM! Oh! One of my favorite things is fried zucchini and tomato on rice! Yum, yum, yummmmmmmmmmmm! Seems I'm into green food...

Heather - Know what I think? I think maybe we are the average house wife (smiles).

Take care all.

Heather Thu Jan 27 07:29:00 PST 2000

bye! Off I go, back to scribbling.

Heather Thu Jan 27 07:27:00 PST 2000

I just looked at my post and see? I told you I wasn't a normal housewife! How would I know this stuff. Well, I've moshed in mosh pits before! But that was before I was anywhere near having children yet.
And as a 'housewife' (I despise that term - I am not a house, but I am someone's wife. I don't get chained up to the house each morning either) I will say that most of the time I'm too busy to be bored, and cleaning? When I make enough money I dream of the day I hire a cleaning person to come in each week - no! Each afternoon! But until then...
I write and play with the kids, and clean(bllech) and cook and mow lawns and plant flowers and vines, I dance under the moon and...
and lots of things.
How about you other house-wives/hubbies? (Let's say we are...hmmm. Full time parents?)
And everyone else?
Yeah, you teenagers, don't know how much fun you're having!

Heather Thu Jan 27 07:19:47 PST 2000

Rhoda! Hi! A mosh pit is when a bunch of people are slamming into one another while dancing (if you call it dancing, I call it malicious harm with full intention)in front of the stage or wherever they are. Usually there are so many arms and legs flying you can't tell whose are whose or what is what. And if you are in one, prepare to get bloodied. People stage dive into the crowd sometimes too.
Does that make any sense with that bit of news?

Rhoda Thu Jan 27 07:05:30 PST 2000

Such is the life of the sheltered American housewife. I ran into this item today reading the news and I have no idea what it is. What is a mosh pit? Evidently Allen Keyes played in one and Gary Bauer got all mad about it. So this has to be interesting, whatever it is.


Heather Thu Jan 27 06:48:15 PST 2000

MMMMMM Sushi! I'll eat most anything RAW...
(sick, evil laughter leaking slowly from my head)
Howard, Santa is a 500 lb elf so you are one of the smaller of us. Sorry to learn of your chronic condition and hope you feel better very soon. I used to smoke, and I dream of the day my novel is finished so, like Stephen King's 'Misery' I can have that one cigarette (and a glass of champagne or something) to celebrate the completion. Maybe I will reconsider! It is only one smoke. Will it really make the day/night any better? The highlight will most definately be finishing this work!
Speaking of work, I am off to write and have really got to get back to editing chapter 2. I promised Teekay I would send it to her as soon as it is ready for a new pair of eyes. I must set aside Toni Morrison's Beloved and get to it! And finish this message...
Jack, I enjoyed your post - succulent wording!
Hello, good morning, and see everyone later tonight.
Leave some gems for us to enjoy!

May your muses not hit you in the face. Ouch! HEY!

Allein Thu Jan 27 06:20:34 PST 2000

Howard - Mmm, squid. Squid is delicious. I had it in a Thai dish once and in Squid sushi. It's good but kinda chewy and tough. Have you ever had Shrimp Sushi? That is delicious!

Howard Thu Jan 27 04:50:45 PST 2000

John -- Spoil the party? Moi? How? How? Wouldn't dream of it!
Heather -- I like squid also. Fried, sauteed, haven't had it smoked and pickled like octopus yet, but that's probably good too. We like seafood, except my wife doesn't care for the richness of lobster, and steamed crab legs don't appeal to her, but we both love scallops. We frequent a Chinese buffet a few miles from here that features (besides a Mongolian hot bar) mussels in black bean sauce. Wonderful! I manage to injure myself every time we go there, then have to diet for a day or two just to get back to my elf-like 212 lbs!
Now I'm getting hungry enough to fix some breakfast. Stayed home sick from work again today. I have a chronic lung disease that's aggravated by the slightest cold. I quit smoking in 1982, on the day of my first lung surgery, but never fully recovered from it. Any smokers out there? PLEASE stop! You're killing yourself!


Jack Thu Jan 27 01:30:03 PST 2000

p.s. Make that fifteenth century France. We went out for drinks after the show. Heinlein said it best, beware of strong drink it makes you shoot at tax collectors and miss.

Jack Beslanwitch Thu Jan 27 01:21:42 PST 2000

     Longtime: Do not despair. Speaking only personally I believe this past year has been one of the richer on the Notebook with a wide range of voices and perspectives. Add to this the heady creative processes going on on the Workbook and you have a very nice mix indeed. Shadows and SM were both rich experiences for many of us and one of the reasons that Americo has been such an applauded addition to the Notebook.

The Notebook has always been about the heady process of our love of words, of stringing them together like pearls on a string. Mind you, we are talking about natural pearls, mishapen, glistening white in one instance and blotchy pale in another. Diverse and always intriguing. Whether caressed or flogged by our muse, we cannot get far away from that paramour. Faces do change and I miss some, although I suspect they are lurking here and there. I know at least one or two for which that is true. One makes the Notebook so special is its surprises. They are there waiting in the wings ready to pounce.

Well, I was off at my Seattle HTML SIG and Fran was off seeing Martin Guerre, a broadway musical about religious intolerance, superstition and love and deceit and fifteenth century Fran. A long wonderful day indeed. Take care everyone.

Longtime reader of the Notebook. Thu Jan 27 00:43:49 PST 2000

Writers of the Notebook, where are ye?
For years as an experienced lurker I had viewed this site in awe but now it seems it is reduced to a mere playground for the few - pity.

Jerry Ericsson Wed Jan 26 21:04:58 PST 2000

Laura - fear not fair maiden - I lurk in the shadows of the Notebook and come forth on occasion when called in the proper manner.


Heather Wed Jan 26 19:35:41 PST 2000

Laura, I'm here! But my posts take a while to concoct, so I have been idling by.

Heather Wed Jan 26 19:34:34 PST 2000

Americo, you amuse yourself. Did you like my poem? It is now archived. It was for the muse - whoever that may be, I think he's around here somewhere. I'm kidding, as you know I said some time ago that you were my muse (for the week?) Perhaps longer. Wait and see.
If you keep titling collaborative workbook projects with the moon in the name, I will have to throw down the many ranting muses, and stick to one.

I have said congrats, but happy one year again.

Eddie: Congratulations on your grandson's arrival! Glad to hear mother and son are both well. Nice to see you back posting too - was wondering how you and family had been doing.
Howard, have you become a ghost yourself? Where have thou been? I know, busy!
T.O.M., hello again. Like what you said.
Rachel, nice to hear from you, and Rhoda! I am a housewife too, but I fear I stick out like a reddened thumb when nearby any other housewife. I just can't be regular, normal, average, can't blend in no matter how I have tried, so a few years ago I threw up my hands (and arms and navel too) and said" Bah! I refuse to care whether I am normal or not! What ever normal might include."
I know, that's cliche and it's not saying much really - for if you can't define the standards, you can not measure nor compare. But I'm just not an everyday housewife, and I can't put my finger on why - well, not exactly anyhow.
Are many writers weird/strange/deranged/abnormal/fringe 'players'? Well, the group is small and definately diverse. The notebookers are a fine example of diversity, with a similar goal... And we all enjoy each others' company. This is what the world could be on a fine afternoon. On a fine week, month year century if we celebrated diversity more often. Don't you think?...wait forget it.
Nah, I won't try to think globally. I'll start right back with my itty-bitty page. How is that?
John McIntyre, you bad ghostie. I have eaten flower salad but heather of Scotland's hills I have not tried. Will the ghost behind the machine please step forward? And get me that ticket to Scotland. Fly me there. (im4 - nice one Americo) I will eat flowers and enjoy every bite.
For now my favourite food is scallops, oysters, mussels, and seafood in general. Even squid!

YAYAYAYrrrrggg sorry to say squid, I have probably sent a few NBr's away shuddering.
Jon and Pussy, quit lighting Americo and have a bbq - he would roast quite nicely on a spit!
Night folks? Am I alone out here for now?

Laura Http:// Wed Jan 26 19:14:23 PST 2000

Anyone there?

Laura Wed Jan 26 18:38:42 PST 2000

Hello again,
Just figured I'd see what was going on here. Seems rather empty.

Jon Wed Jan 26 18:32:03 PST 2000

A*'s beautiful last words.

Thanks for the light, Pussy.

Americo Wed Jan 26 18:31:14 PST 2000

Thank you all for a wonderful party!
The program for this second year is:
a) completing SM**
b) start a new collaborative novel
c) motivate everyone to write at least a volume of short-stories of his/her own
d) get a publisher for Notebook Productions, inc.
e) fire Jon

Jon (the real, the only one) Wed Jan 26 18:26:36 PST 2000

It's past midnight.
I though that perhaps we could start fighting again.
A* is much better today. He has just drank some gas(oline)=petrol I offered him.
Could I have a light, please?

John McIntyre Wed Jan 26 18:23:16 PST 2000

This life of ghost is boring. Not very much to do really.
As a ghost I can see everything and be everywhere. Unfortunately I hate travelling. I can also get inside your minds (but only that part of your selves).
I went inside Mr A*'s den minutes ago and saw him hanging this page on a wall. I quickly read the page. Compliments, compliments, compliments. Almost as many as when the newspapers told the world about my early demise (thanks again, Notebookers). I was leaving when he noticed a smell of burned sulpher (the perfume I'm using -- very chic ), sensed me (he also has a sixth sense, like Howard) and shouted: "John, will you please tell those people how much I love them?"

That's what I'm doing. He also asked me to say, "Howard, do not spoil the party."

PS. I'll probably have to learn the tricks the other ghosts use to scare people. Not that I like such childish antics. But, as I said, a ghost's life can tend to be rather boring. As my best tricks when I was alive were made with words, perhaps I'll chose words to scare mortals.

PSS. I'll try to spare Allein as much as I can, as she likes shrimps, my ex-favorite food. Let me try to guess what some of the most prestigious Notebookers like in the shape of food: Eddie-- grandaughters (salve, oh little latest one!), Rachel-- writing paper; Jack--memories of all kinds, inclusive RAM; Jerry Ericsson-- photos of delinquents; Heather-- heather (purple); Howard--obviously a good Bible; Rhoda-- A*'s posts; Teekay-- titbits (this is good English and means excellent pieces of food, tidbits in the USA); Avatar-- she's too young to be scared; A*--I wouldn't give a damn for what he likes or dislikes; Jon-- a long bright sword right through his heart (I really hate this respected intellectual who does not understand "Lady Chatterley's Lover").
Good night. See you somewhere.

Rhoda Wed Jan 26 18:17:39 PST 2000


The hysterical housewife Americo refers to is probably myself. Then again maybe not. I am a housewife, but I am seldom hysterical, emotional yes, but hardly ever hysterical. But I have been known to stir things up a little around here. Then again I can't see Rachel, Teekay, or Heather being hysterical anymore than myself. Surely he wasn't refering to any of those ladies.


Congratulations on your new addition. I am so glad everyone is doing fine and that Kysha (I know I spelled that wrong, but since Jack has archived, I can't scroll up to check out the proper spelling) has turned into this busy little toddler. I do remember those conversations we had. You were really worried, for it was touch and go there for awhile.

She looks in the mirror
And stares at the wrinkles
That weren't there yesterday.
And thinks of the young man
That she almost married.
What would he say if he saw her today.

Such are the dreams of the everyday housewife
You see every where every time of the day.
The everyday housewife who gave up the good life for me.'

Blast you, Americo, for bringing that awful song to mind. I have been humming it ever since I have read your post. Glen Campbell recorded it about 30 years ago. Unfortunately I hardly ever forget a song, even the bad ones.

But, Americo, I have to agree with you. It has been a good experience. I too have enjoyed your many idiosyncrasies. And come to think of it, you have been fairly passionate yourself over some subjects (East Timor comes to mind), almost to the point of hysteria. But I respected you for it.

Got to run and see that my son does his homework.


Jack Beslanwitch Wed Jan 26 17:41:28 PST 2000

OK, at 240k, I can well imagine that Americo might have some difficulties getting into the Notebook. So, I have archived everything and open this with a heart felt invitation to Americo, Jon and Pussy to come back and play.

This area is updated whenever someone leaves a message here. So, please do.

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