This blog has a couple of purposes. First of all, it's answers the question of "Where the hell have you been?" by saying that it will probably be my last blog for a while. I'm keeping up with my posts on a couple of sites, but I am not going to be posting much anymore.I need to pick up my pro writing career again and so I'm putting more effort into that. I just don't have the time to blog as extensively as I used to and try getting other items published. There's only so much time in a day.Secondly, I want to apologize for the cross-post on this one, but to read the whole blog you'll have to go to:

http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-9qc8c4kwbrU8A7cK.IXwrRhYsw--?cq=1&p=263

It's quite long, but it's a topic I feel has some important factors. please feel free to comment on it here if you want.Meanwhile, like I said, I may be around from time to time, but if I'm going to churn out hundreds of pages of material I might as well be trying to get paid for it. Thanks for everything, guys. See you soon ... Read more ...

Lysimacia nummularia, bacopa monnieri, lysimachia zawadzkii wiesner...That might look like I'm trying to cast a Hogwarts spell, but in fact I'm only citing the technical names for Twopenny Grass.

Otherwise known as Creeping Jenny.

I wouldn't be surprised if that's where she took her name from. I'd be interested for her to confirm or deny it. Creeping Jenny thrives in Europe and North America. In fact, it is a tough litle plant that quickly takes over, is easy to cultivate, and hard to kill. In the summer, it gets even prettier as it grows brilliant yellow flowers. It can also be used as an herbal medicine for healing wounds.

If she did choose the name for that reason, it was a good choice. Otherwise, it still describes her fairly well.

So...what about the rest of you lot?

Some nicknames on the site are obvious. Others are not so. Is there a reason you chose your nickname? Is there anyone you ever wished you knew more as to why they chose theirs?

After all...'What's ... Read more ...

It started when I was young, actually. I was about eight or ten, and my dad was working at a gas station. Occasionally I might be dropped off there while my mom did some shopping. I didn't mind. I liked the smell of the place.

I suddenly had this idea. Knew I wanted to drive a car someday, and it was a normal thing to do. But when Dad said Ronnie the Mechanic was in back changing a tire, I suddenly realized I had no idea how to do that. It seemed like such an everyday thing, and I came to the conclusion that if I ever needed to change a tire and I didn't know how I would seem like a total idiot. I would actually be ashamed. So I asked and the mechanic let me watch as long as I stayed out of the way. About six years later, when I had a blow out, I knew what to do.

The same thing happened when I saw Mom doing the laundry one day. The washing machine looked simple enough with just two knobs and three settings on each knob. So just like before I asked how she knew what to do for what typ ... Read more ...

This blog is a repost, done so that everyone has the opportunity to participate. Plus I'd like to start this up before the weekend.

You have heard the cliche that it's best not to engage in a battle of wits unless you're well armed? Well now is the time to put up or shut up.

A couple of days ago I proposed an idea: The Roast Blog.

A lot of people seemed to get off on it, so I'm going to take responsability here. I'll handle the work as it was my suggestion, but I advise you read the following carefully, as the moderator has already warned that she won't tollerate any crap on this one:

1) A Roast is a honerable comedic tradition meant to show someone respect by making a joke out of their qualities. This could be an observable quality (such as their choice of avatar), or a typical behavior they have (like their writing style), or a feature of their personality (like if they are conservative, a vegan, etc.)

2) A Roast is NOT a random or off the cuff insult. Statements like ... Read more ...

Sunday morning. I had just made myself some rye toast with onion farmer's cheese for breakfast and a nice cup of joe. And just for the reference, I like my coffee like I like my women: Black and sweet.

I flop onto the furniture and assume Sunday-morning-couch-potato-breakfast position then flick on the tellie. Whatever comes up is completely random week to week because I could have been watching anything on Saturday night and I don't give a baboon's fart what time I get up on Sundays.

But there, for the few breif moments before I find the remote, is Pastor Ed Young Senior. And as I quickly look for whatever happened to the clicker (-why they have to make them tiny and out of black platic is beyond me...they should be neon green or safety orange or something-) that's when I overhear his 'discussion with an atheist.'

First of all, let me point out that I highly doubt that this argument ever took place. I doubt old Ed knows the difference between an Atheist and a non-believer. And (this i ... Read more ...