A bit of a question for you all


Something i have recently come to realize.

I dont know how it is for any of you but for me i have always been this way.

ill try to explain.

For me lifting something 40 - 60 pounds one handed is easy, a little hard on the hand when it digs in but it does not strain me at all.

With gloves on lifting a soaking wet green chunk of tree about 100 or so pounds doesnt bother me in the least.

Even lifting something around 300-400 pounds does not strain my muscles, ackward for sure but its not what I would call heavy or near the limit of what I can lift.

umhappy unbirthday


It may be my birthday but sure doesnt seem happy. With everything going on right now its like ...stressful.

I am pretty much over my cold, no fever at all during cold, but throat is still very raw. Talking is a little hard, who knows I may end up needing antibotics.

The right Apartment.

At 22 George was excited. He had not long ago completed a grueling course in business management, which was a total plus.

Mostly he was happy to be finally free of his over obsessive parents. Having at least two states between him and his parents made him happy, mind you he only had the one suitcase of clothes. Part of that contained his Ipad, chargers, and his few pictures in an envelope with his papers.


Well every good story I have heard about starts at the beginning, or so I am told.

I would love to say I was born at a good time for both of my loving parents.

The truth is I don't believe my mother knew my father. It was a one night fling after a very drunk bar night. My mother was young at the time. Around seventeen, and like most of the girls her age, believed a one night of sex was not enough to get her pregnant. She was wrong.



Was working on a story on bcts. Like usual it is there for awhile like a day or two. I had not copy pasted to clipboard like i usually do. I figured ok this is a good place to stop. Lets give it a look over. And clicked on preview..

Access denied..

all my work gone.

I am so pissed off. I have never had this come up before.

p.s. I did save some of it but only about half of it in a file before.

NPN North pole News

Today's top story.

Santa has little choice but to cancel Christmas this year. Apparently jolly old nick has not fully recovered from last years incident where a redneck blasted him with a facefull of buckshot for apparent breaking and entering.

Rudolf and Cloe are burnt out from having multiple fawns. All does, though they all have healthy glows and are popular with the other fawns.



Trying to read the story another flower which makes references to another story called the flower...but there is no story "the flower by melanie brown" on amazon or here. Very very annoying!



There was a recent post about voting on a site for amazon workers.

I warned that there would be repercussions.

I did not expect it to occur this fast though

Today I was on amazon looking at ordering some stuff that would come out of the united states..

Now amazon has an import fee.

the item was 22 for some lightweight plastic pieces.

import fee is $6

yeah...thanks guys.

Mixed, Shaken and Stirring

Mixed, Shaken and Stirring
Chapter 1
Let's Do the Timewarp



Scott "Scotty" Lewis spent nearly his whole life trying to Activate, but it happens when he least expects it and he is sent back into his own past to find that everything has changed, and not necessarily for the better. (This story takes place in Amethyst's Hyperverse.)


"Omg They put me in the body of a Hyper girl!"

Anxiety disorder


I know some people do not quite understand what that means. I have it, and apparently, rather bad at times.

There is not specific trigger for my attacks. They just happen and they build up. Sometimes they only last for a couple mins, say 15-20. Other times they last for hours.

During an attack I cannot think straight. My mind goes from one thing to another to another to another increasing my anxiety. Other times I focus on one thing to the exculsion of everything else, no matter how irrational it is.

things that people either forgot or dont know about


At one point in history buying a car meant something.

In some areas a whole block of people would pool their resources to buy a single car, there was no trucks available, and they would do maintenance and repairs themselves. Once or twice a week runs would be made with the car to purchase whatever was needed by the block. Occasionally it was used for appointments or special events but since fuel/petrol was very expensive and hard to come buy not so much.




I had to put down my little girl Pepper(cat) this morning. She had kidney problems that she was meds for but it wasn't working and she was not eatting or drinking. This morning I found her trying to find a place to die in my house.

Bringing her in while mewing was so dam hard it broke my heart to pieces, again. My friend had to be there while they put her to sleep I just couldn't do that again. Holding my mother's hand all those years ago was so traumatizing. Doing that to my little girl I just couldn't.

Paying out almost three hundred hurt me pocketbook wise as well.

One of those..??? moments.


This morning I was reading one of the stories on the site, written by someone in the uk...ish area.

During the read I saw O before estrogen. And for some reason this completely and totally pissed me off.

I didn't know why I was pissed off just that I was.

This is one of those words that I can only call a breakdown in the language. Is it due to some bigot that thinks "Oh well those bloody mericans call it this so we will call it this just to piss them off" thing?

Just a Habbit.

My name is...well actually I should say I was born with the name of Trevor Marks. I know not the best, but then again not the worst. My mother Louise Marks is, I should say was, of mennonite/hudderite background. I have never met my grandparents.

To explain that, you have understand my mother a bit. When she was young she fell in love with the idea of teaching, in a school, that was not in the "community". She left with my father, who I have never met nor know his name, and after going to a "heathen" university for her degree, took up teaching.

The proper uniform.

Sorry about this yet another smut story. My brain, and muse, wont let me sleep so I have to get these out. I also think it is a short story despite the word limits Erin has made!

From about the age of five or maybe six Louis was having trouble. In school he was withdrawn and didn't play or seem to make any friends. This had concerned his parents as there was a number times he came home with a bruise or two from schoolyard bullies.

The last time was a few months ago. Frustrated they took him out of public school and looked around for a reputable private school.

A new blossom.

My name is Louis Parker. For years I have been struggling to make ends meet and keep my apartment. It is really not that bad.

1 bedroom with two closets, a bathroom with a tub and shower as one solid unit. The mirror in bathroom over the somewhat large counter has two ends that can fold. It is also well lighted with a light bar over the mirror and another below that gives a little light. I believe both are led as they have multiple light settings of dim, bright and blinding.

Lois and Clark.

I don't know if this was something I saw in the 1990's as a kid or what. I know where it is from now but not then. Then was just confusion.

It started a few years ago. I was browsing online, a regular occurrence, when I saw these two outfits. One was a red blazer over a black blouse with large lapels that sat ontop of the coat but looked part of it with a black pleated skirt, fairly short but not excessive. Maybe four inches above the knee.

The curious Penny Dreadful

I'm fairly confident that many of you have heard about me lately, especially after that "expose'

Before I get into that you should know a bit about my background.

I was raised in a fairly normal urban neighbourhood. Was enrolled into self defence classes and achieved a black belt purple strip by age seventeen in a martial art that has been lumped in under the general guise of Mixed Martial Arts now so the belt means almost nothing.

Ever have one of those moments...


I may need a new spring for my car. So I contacted a place that I usually deal with, however when I asked about a guy I once went to school with who worked there they told me he hadn't been there for twenty years...

Upon reflection it wasn't just a year or two ago that I last went there in person. It was back in 2000.

I feel old!


Btw I am over that flu. Went out for my belated birthday on Saturday and hiked 5km. I say hiked because the mound of snow still on trails made the going rather strenuous.

happy bleh day


For the first time in a really long time my bday came up on a saturday. I had made plans.

Friday night my stomach had other plans as I hugged the porcelan on and off till five am running a bad fever.

Thusly i spent most of saturday trying to swallow the water I had lost and sleep.

Yeah happy Bleh day for me!

I am feeling better but still very tired.

My canoe design so far.


I remember my first boating experience. Now please remember, for me boating was this new fangdangled thing. I live in manitoba, we have a number of lakes of various sizes, rivers, and many "creeks" usually called rivers anyways.

So there I was young about ten, my hips had widened and annoyed the heck out of my mother. Up top I was straight as an arrow with shoulders that did not widen to match my hips, another annoyance to my poor mother.

Skirting the issue 10 86'ed

The rather fat guy, formerly muscle when he was in highschool twenty years ago, waved them thru before Melissa could speak.

Derek remembered the good old days. He was the man in highschool. Just after highschool he had gotten busted by the cops for some weed and it ruined his life. He, of course, blamed it entirely on the police. After all he was "the man".

My hero

Some may wonder about the title.

I know it seems silly be to me it means a lot.

For you see my father's heart gave up on Thursday. One day after June 12 aka fathers day. I had wished him such not too many days before.

Most people concentrate on a person just before they died. Ie the last day they saw them.

Am I greiving, yes very much so.

Still to me my father was a hero to many and here is a tale of what I know of him.

My father was born in 1946 here in Winnipeg to my grandparents Alma and Charles. One of eight children. Three girls five boys.

My first date.

It was to be my first date. It was a blind date, or so I was told. I know I know, sucker, big L... I've heard it before, even said it a few times to my friends.

Friends. I'm supposed to be a man, or so my dad used to tell me before all those drinks caught up with him. Don't get me wrong he was never drunk at home. But the old man was a professional bartender and always took a cab home. One he didn't have a drivers license anymore, two it was just easier and cheaper for him to pay ten or so for a ride home at three am. That and I think the owner paid for it.

Be careful what you wish for ...

Be careful what you wish for ...

This is Jaci's I'm just publishing for her.

There is an old saying, well it is now as I think I may have started it. Be careful what you wish for as you may get it.

How do you ask? Well back in 1972 I visited a fair. Yes a fair. Back in those days having a fair was a fairly common thing. Amusements from shooting games, to horse rides, stage shows, and in particular these little wish fountain things.

Unfortante news.


It is with regret that I inform you all that I have little choice but to cancel my birthday this year. I do not have the time to spend with it.

Thusly I will not be turning a year older tomorrow. You can save the 'happy birthday' greetings for next year.

Again my appologies.

A very hard choice. Part 5

"I said that I ..."

"I heard what you said!" I put the back of my hand to my forehead. It was less dirty.

"Look in case you have forgotten I have issues." well it wasn't like I could come out and say I was a guy. Though why nobody seemed to see that was a puzzle. Then again I do look a little too much like Ari in the face. But I do have a guy's body.. mostly... Okay so the stick on breasts would fool most guys.

what the heck?


For the second time today when I go to bc website i get this page "checking your browser" and then it eventually gets me to bc. There is nothing wrong with either my system or browser so I have to assume there is a problem going on with bigcloset of some type.

If I had not backed up my writing for next chapter of hard choice I would be very very pissed off right now.

A very hard choice. Part 4

"HE KISSED ME" I yelled!

A boy kissed me, and I let it happen for some unknown reason. Oh god ...I leaned over the toilet again and dry heaved. Arianna stroked my back and made soothing noises, which really didn't help my stomach all that much. I spit out a few times. This bowl needs a cleaning. Strange what you latch on too.

A very hard choice. Part 3


The next morning I woke with a start...





Okay fine,

Yes I'm grumbing!

Not much happened last night really...honest...

Why are you looking at me like that?

So Ari and I, for you grammar police, left the washroom / ladies room / fancy ass washcloset that looks nicer than my house. There was a big fanfare and sign..

A very hard choice. Part 1

Ever have one of those days that just went sideways?

Ever have a week?

How about a month?

Why do I ask. Well.....

To start with my name, my real name, is Tony Smith...yes smith. Is it the last name of my parents? I have no idea I was an abandoned baby so nobody knows. Raised in an orphanage till age six then multiple foster homes.

The Hero contest.

Authors note.

First off I have been having trouble with one wrist I sprained it a few months ago and it is acting up again.

Second Dorothy and myself have been sort of playing with a Whatley universe idea. Comical mostly.

Here is something that occured to me this morning. If other authors want to write up pieces of various students doing things as part of the contest they can.


im... shaken... and very well stirred.


First off. My last parent, my dad, is going in soon for surgery to have a tumor removed from his spine. Btw soon in Manitoba medical is NOT a good thing. It means they think it is serious.. He was told he has a 10% chance to walk again after surgery. For a man that hasn't sat still for very long unless sleeping this is not good news.

I refuse to cry.

Second there is many "experts" out there saying that you should only let your car warm up 30secs then drive it.



I have seen this a half dozen times.

Simple keyboard maintenace..

turn off computer and unplug keyboard from computer.

On the back of most keyboards is a couple of phillips head screws. Remove all of them.

This exposes the inside of keyboard. usually it's a film of some type clean this with windex. Many of these are plastic with a silver film on them if it's tarnished black anywhere clean with a pencil eraser. (note windex is an ammonia based product. Rubbing alcohol will do if windex is not available)

The world of steam.


Many people forget that in the 1800's - early 1900's it was the age of steam.

Sure there was great ships powered by steam.

Sawmills powered by steam.

But that wasn't all.

The greatest use of steam was for central heating. Many a city had boiler plants that made steam for hospitals, houses, businesses. All that steam, and there was a heck of a lot, was generally produced offsite at a large boiler plant.

cliche' or cheesy


I was watching a tv show. A super hero show.

Why is it that even though the police chase is like 30 stories straight down the "hero" has to take a LONG way to get there?

In batman he drives for like minutes to go less than a block away?

Superman/girl fly around at great speed in the clouds to go almost straight down?

I just found it amusing. Silly in extreme but amusing.

This really is dorothy's fault

Growing up whenever we went out to someplace dressy or special I never had to wear a tie like other boys my age. Just a nice shirt and pants were fine.

That's not to say that mom was happy when I did. Usually she would just frown at me and say something like" Oh Jay" shake her head and shoo me out the door.

Don't get the wrong idea. I was an only child to my mom and dad. Dad was a workaholic till I was about nine or ten when he went to work and never came back.


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