Making Wiki
So somebody had this brilliant idea on one of my forums. A shared world, created by any Sporker (it's the Spork Room forum doing the deed) who wanted to drop in and do some creating.
June 2007
Oops
Okay, so…don’t bother going to the new site yet. I crashed it. Let’s hope big brother has a lot more patience than he used to, shall we? I blame the not-supportive support forums of WordPress. I’ll tell you–I’m ready for a challenge, or I’d be running back here permanently, after a dip into those forums!
I'm Moving
My wonderful brother has graciously allowed me room on his site. So I’m moving. Learning CSS, too, looks like, since it won’t be done for me as it is here… Here’s the link. I hope y’all will follow me. I’ve great plans for more stories, more content, more gazmos…just as soon as I get things
Why Equality Now?
Quoting from this site: Last month seventeen year old Dua Khalil was pulled into a crowd of young men, some of them (the instigators) family, who then kicked and stoned her to death. This is an example of the breath-taking oxymoron “honor killing”, in which a family member (almost always female) is murdered for some
Makes Sense to Me
Quoting from this site: Take, for example, what a soldier recently told me about the Afghanistan campaign. What worked, in the initial campaign, was Special Forces soldiers who shed their uniforms, grew out beards, and lived among the people, earning their trust. Al Qaeda had almost no place to hide, when American soldiers were communicating
Big Damn Movie
Okay, maybe I can stop squeeing long enough to type…So I said my brother was taking me to see Serenity. My roommate, who also hadn’t seen the movie, watched my kid so I could go see it, so she still hasn’t seen it so of course I’m not allowed to speak of it *gasps air*
Type for Ten Minutes
Here’s what I came up with. No, it will probably never get any longer. Unless a plotbunny attacks. Plotbunnies change everything. “You are not Robin Hood,” Elys growled. Her eyes sparked when she was angry, Steven noticed. “Never said I was.” And he walked around her. No point in explaining, after all. She’d never concede.
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