Let me know when you are ready.....
Let me know when you are ready.....
I'm having trouble spelling "leprechaun". Can we change it to "munchkins"?
They're different people. They may threaten to take legal advice. And they're real touchy when comments are made about their height [[or lack thereof...). But translate how you like.
And there's nothing wrong with your spelling......
That's because I typed it, silly man. I'm writing my book in long hand.
You might as well copy my own typed edition, but in long hand....
Perhaps. I'm really no good with typewriters. Wite-Out costs too much and I'm always inclined to snort it when I get writer's block.
You'd be better off reading other people's efforts, and marking the margins.
I almost got a deal once when I read other people's efforts and changed the names of the characters and places in the story. Turns out that's illegal.
They make stoopid laws against everything nowadays. Government is just too darned big...
Someone could show up, copying our posts.
What the copyright laws would be on that, I don't know...
Oh, I did that myself about eight pages ago. But I took the same concept and rewrote Stephen King's "The Dark Tower" series as my own "Black Castle" series and somebody who bought it had the nerve to tell him... Curiously, the judge didn't believe me when I said that he was the one who ripped me off.
A travesty of justice. You're a far more frightening read than Stephen King.
I agree. If only I could get the hang of that punctuation thing,
Hey west,don't you know it's bad luck to let a leprechaun into your home[they'll never find the origin and they're desperate].
The leprechaun could be thinking it was bad luck for him to enter my home, so I am trying to be a congenial host.
Host?! Host, shmost... They don't enter 'Mercan homes because we all have guns and Castle Doctrine means we get to use them.
We English are into whimsy, as are those leprechauns.....
Leprechauns can't enter your home unless they've been invited...or is that vampires?
I thought it was in-laws. Or are they really just the same as vampires?
On a dark night they can be easily mistaken.
You can recognize when they have visited by the tooth marks they leave in your refrigerator and bank account.
Yes. Given the chance, they will suck you dry.
Indeed. And I think that even Dracula would be decent enough that he would not complain about a free meal before finding no reason to stick around once it's gone...
Dracula doesn't have the same sense of humour as the leprechauns, and his style of dress is rather formal.
That's right. His cape and walking stick are absolutely to die for.
[[Okay, how awkwardly constructed is the phrase "to die for", really? After the above comment, I was ready to hit "send" but my anal retentive nature wouldn't let it go. Seeing it in writing made my skin crawl [[figuratively speaking). Anyway, back to the thread...)
Yes, agreed. Technically, the construction is not correct...but language is [[as we're always being told) constantly evolving.
The phrase "to die for", and its variations, has become a cliche, but it does have a certain expressiveness to it.
So, it's OK with me..and all the people [[or was it only women?) who were dying to meet Dracula...
He's a swell guy but it takes a while to figure him out. For example, when most people ask if it's okay to smoke, they don't turn into it.
Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow
It was the year 2387. The world was covered in a blanket of snow, for global warming had long ago given way to a new Ice Age.
The last humans on Earth were gathering now in the Old City at the end of their annual pilgrimage. It had been a hard year, and the survivors numbered fewer than five hundred.
It had begun to snow again as the High Priest came out onto the balcony of the one remaining church and addressed the throng below.
"My children," he began, "we are gathered here today, as is our custom, to mark the passing of another year, to give thanks for our continued survival, and to pray for a better future. The sun does not give us enough heat as in times gone by , but the Holy Scriptures promise us that one day it will shine once more with its former glory. In the light of that promise, let us therefore give thanks unto the Great Goddess, Diana."
"That's Diane", shouted a lone voice at the back of the crowd.
As if they were one person, the rest of the congregation turned and pelted the heretic to death with a hail of snowballs and ice.
Last edited by 144man; 04-18-2014 at 08:08 AM.
The High Priest raised his hand and the violence ceased. "Clear the path!", one of his acolytes commanded and they obediently separated to let the priest through. He walked to the lifeless form and found her clinging to something. It was a book. He locked eyes with a parishioner and nodded toward it. The parishioner bent beside the corpse and took the book from her hands.
Without looking at it, he handed it to the High Priest with both hands, reverently bowing so as not to catch the old man's eyes with his own. The priest took the book and looked at it. His countenance changed and he suddenly had an ashen look to his skin.
"It is as I thought," he said. "They have found us! Plans must be made to counter this threat to Goddess Diana's authority." He wheeled and gave the book to a young woman standing nearby. "This must be destroyed," he stated firmly. "Nobody must ever lay eyes upon the evil within it and be corrupted."
"As you wish, my Lord," she acknowledged. She took the text and went to the furnace. It would never be warm enough and by fueling the fire, she would give this abomination purpose. However, before she threw it into the fire, she carelessly permitted her eyes to glance at the cover of the tome. Dreamgirl: My Life as a Supreme, was printed on it. She paused, suddenly confused as to what to do. She noticed that there were photos and that was of interest to her.
She looked over her shoulder, hoping to see someone there to compel her to follow the High Priest's orders. Finding nobody, her trembling fingers opened the book. She took a deep breath and feeling compelled by a force stronger than herself, she allowed herself to begin reading. "Berry help me," she silently prayed because she knew that there was no turning back.
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Some very evocative phrases there, in both posts. I bet the soundtrack is a killer. It seems to be on mute at the moment.
Also, yet another interesting example of how accounts are interpreted in different ways, by different people.
When I read 144man's post, I immediately assumed the lone voice, at the back of the crowd, to be male.....
And I immediately took it to be a female. Something Freudian would explain both assumptions, I'd suppose.
Not so much Freudian for me, more personal observation of behaviour on SDF.
It was the last sentence of 144man's post which clinched the lone voice as being male, for me.....
Perhaps you are correct... You have seen much more on these boards than I have, so you have a larger sample from which to draw your conclusions. Perhaps the author will someday enlighten us...
Yes, maybe he will.
I hope you didn't have to work today, Good Friday - ?
I had to work today... Fortunately, it was uneventful. Unfortunately, my company is not one that considers religious obserances as important as the bottom line.
As we work for ourselves, we simply closed our showroom.
I prefer not to shop for food on Good Friday, so completed our needs yesterday evening.
Had an enjoyable walk around a garden centre today. While there, sat in the sunshine enjoying a cup of coffee, and then bought some plants.
The thought crossed my mind : 'Double standard'.....
What led to the thought?
Do I find the idea of walking around a supermarket, and buying requirements on a Good Friday, to be acceptable? : No.
Do I find the idea of walking around a garden centre, and buying requirements on a Good Friday, to be acceptable? : Yes.
That does sound like a double standard I have imposed on myself.....
Do I find the idea of walking around a supermarket, and buying requirements on a Good Friday to be acceptable? Yes.
Do I find the idea of having to work at a supermarket selling requirements on a Good Friday to be acceptable? Absolutely not.
Now that's a double standard.
Well, there you are.
We all have them.
Maybe double standards are far more interesting than single standards.....
Get out of here....and take care you don't over-balance, walking down that thin line in the middle of the road
The reader has to be left with some work to do.
There was absolutely no work I needed to do on that particular post... LOL
So, in the movie version we can expect RuPaul to play the heretic? Changes the view of society in the distant future, doesn't it?
We wouldn't know which way to turn, would we....
And you had Mary W. in mind for that role, didn't you....?
Not at all. Being stoned would definitely mess up her hair and makeup and he contract would have riders preventing any such foolishness.
No acting required, then.....
Not at all. She'd love to be the crack in the foundation of the Church of the Supreme Goddess Diana. But not if it made her look bad on camera.
I've never been totally 'for' any of the artists, over someone else - as they all have something that I like, and no-one has absolutely everything.
I appreciate both Diana and Mary just about equally now, for different reasons.
It will be interesting to see how Mary does in the new film.....
I'm sure she'll give herself two thumbs up. It'd be four if she could just chop Diana's thumbs off...
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