dang, glad y'all like the pic
i must be getting old ...when watching Stranger Than Paradise last night, it actually seemed to move along ...not like last time I watched it and it seemed to move like molasses ...it's still a great one. I especially liked the scene of Eva sleeping in the backseat, the cadence of passing streetlamps shining through the window.
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i must be getting old ...when watching Stranger Than Paradise last night, it actually seemed to move along ...not like last time I watched it and it seemed to move like molasses ...it's still a great one. I especially liked the scene of Eva sleeping in the backseat, the cadence of passing streetlamps shining through the window.
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grooverider:
http://suicidegirls.com/members/Stendec/64075/page2/
rowan_would:
hmmm...but what I really want to know is......do I resemble lara croft in your adventure??
ugh i am too old skool in the photo realm. my pentax k1000 kicks ass ...this poloroid digisux 320 is no real friend of mine ...well that and my inability to master resizing my photo properly (along with my inherent laziness to figure it out) have made for a more than somewhat distorted image of myself. No matter. Now you all may see my nose,...
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quinn:
score on the tapes!!!!! I have about 2000+ hours of dead on tape in my basement....its all cd's now but i can't bear to part with the tapes...i'm a sentimental junkie and doubt i'll part with them....I had disgruntled deadhead syndrome for awhile after jerry passed therefore snubbed the whole phish thing...but they've definitely got that wierd jam band x factor...so i'm a full fledged freak about em now...
cheers...
cheers...
rowan_would:
Never underestimate the power of distortion. The photo's marvelous...very intense, could almost imagine it on an album cover.
I missed writing this week. Meant to several times but life seemed to get in the way.
BTW...I don't mind eating my own words...as long as they're meaningful.
Awaiting the next chapter......(hint, hint)
I missed writing this week. Meant to several times but life seemed to get in the way.
BTW...I don't mind eating my own words...as long as they're meaningful.
Awaiting the next chapter......(hint, hint)
more fun with power tools today.
my neighbor tells me he will make my debt disappear with the proceeds of his book he is nearly finished with ...also boasts he is better than TS Elliot, James Joyce.
I'm off to watch "what to do in case of fire" and drink some ginger tea.
my neighbor tells me he will make my debt disappear with the proceeds of his book he is nearly finished with ...also boasts he is better than TS Elliot, James Joyce.
I'm off to watch "what to do in case of fire" and drink some ginger tea.
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dollface:
wild wild wild youth
yeah. billy idol used to rock out.
yeah. billy idol used to rock out.
rowan_would:
what about those under 30 with kids? *sniff*
being a doctor is something weird. It's nothing I really aspired to. It is something I simply let myself become. but it is a title I am often embarrassed to declare. It carries with it so much shit. When I speak and call people patients, I am insulted, like I just stole away their humanity. Why can't we all just be people? Why can't I...
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tigersaint:
i am a she.
there are other venues.
i am surprised by the voyeurs.
thank you.
there are other venues.
i am surprised by the voyeurs.
thank you.
grooverider:
Turn right.
Tommy did as the man said. They were driving along a narrow gravel road, leading to what seemed to be an abandoned farm. Few people lived in these parts nowadays.
Stop the car
The three men got out. As the back door opened- the man who was silent until now let out a groan and fell to the ground. Reflexively, Tommy rushed to help, only to be shoved back by his original kidnapper- Move back! he barked.
Holding his ground for a second- Tommy looked into the mans eyes- they were those of a hunted animal, facing its own approaching demise.
Turn around and start walking!
keeping his gaze fixed for as long as he could, Tommy spun around and started walking.
The path led them through a neglected lawn, and into a crumbling porch.
On the trees around them, Tommy could feel the presence of three guards. Not badly camouflaged, he thought.
The door seemed to open by itself.
Inside he heard the now familiar growl.
As he stepped inside, Tommy could feel many eyes staring at him in the dark. He gradually tensed his muscles, ready for an oncoming attack, when a female voice was heard:Relax- we wont harm you. Keef- close the door and flick the lights on.
Tommy was not very surprised at what he saw. A group of 14 men and women- all armed, and all- to various degrees- wounded.
Do you know who we are Doctor? the female asked. She was slim and had long dark hair and glasses. Her delicate features were misleading, Tommy noted. His years in the military had taught him how to detect a fellow warrior.
Youre Rebels. He replied- fixing his gaze on her.
Not bad Doctor Sativa. Now tell me this- Do you know why youre here?
You seem to know my name, but I dont know yours. Miss
One of the man snapped at him- It is not your place to ask questions!
Its ok Niji. She watched him- a somewhat amused expression crossed her face for a split second. Tommy could almost detect a smile.
Rowan will do for now.
Turn right.
Tommy did as the man said. They were driving along a narrow gravel road, leading to what seemed to be an abandoned farm. Few people lived in these parts nowadays.
Stop the car
The three men got out. As the back door opened- the man who was silent until now let out a groan and fell to the ground. Reflexively, Tommy rushed to help, only to be shoved back by his original kidnapper- Move back! he barked.
Holding his ground for a second- Tommy looked into the mans eyes- they were those of a hunted animal, facing its own approaching demise.
Turn around and start walking!
keeping his gaze fixed for as long as he could, Tommy spun around and started walking.
The path led them through a neglected lawn, and into a crumbling porch.
On the trees around them, Tommy could feel the presence of three guards. Not badly camouflaged, he thought.
The door seemed to open by itself.
Inside he heard the now familiar growl.
As he stepped inside, Tommy could feel many eyes staring at him in the dark. He gradually tensed his muscles, ready for an oncoming attack, when a female voice was heard:Relax- we wont harm you. Keef- close the door and flick the lights on.
Tommy was not very surprised at what he saw. A group of 14 men and women- all armed, and all- to various degrees- wounded.
Do you know who we are Doctor? the female asked. She was slim and had long dark hair and glasses. Her delicate features were misleading, Tommy noted. His years in the military had taught him how to detect a fellow warrior.
Youre Rebels. He replied- fixing his gaze on her.
Not bad Doctor Sativa. Now tell me this- Do you know why youre here?
You seem to know my name, but I dont know yours. Miss
One of the man snapped at him- It is not your place to ask questions!
Its ok Niji. She watched him- a somewhat amused expression crossed her face for a split second. Tommy could almost detect a smile.
Rowan will do for now.
wow ...i actually generated a response with that little bit on
stinko and frank. If we were in person, I could entertain
you further with my little bunny foo foo rap or my prowess
as a mouth trumpet virtuoso. Alas....
been playing with powertools lately ...talk about fun. I keep
getting flashbacks to my adventure last summer when I
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voltaire:
I'm originaly from berkeley, and I grew up there. I know lots of doctors that go to work in hemp sweaters... a good thing to support. I believe hemp could save the world....you can do so much with it.........
rowan_would:
I used to have a woodstove. I lived in a small cabin outside of my hometown with the first boy I ever 'shacked' up with about 10 years ago. The cabin was 20'x25' more or less one large room with the exception of a minuscule bathroom and bedroom. The woodstove was our only source of heat and I recall despising it. Our pipes froze many a morning if that damn fire diminished overnight. Long story short...I will never go back. Kudos to you for being so brave
there once was a 
named frank. He was friends with a 
named Sally, who had a rather untimely 
at the hands of 
. Frank was 
, but he made a new friend with a 
named Stinko. Now Frank was . Stinko and Frank decide to teach a lesson. They went to his house and 
on his doorstep. opened his door and was 
. Stinko and...
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named frank. He was friends with a named Sally, who had a rather untimely at the hands of . Frank was , but he made a new friend with a named Stinko. Now Frank was . Stinko and Frank decide to teach a lesson. They went to his house and on his doorstep. opened his door and was . Stinko and... Read More
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rowan_would:
hmmm...scrumptious. I *love* *that* word. But your well wishes reminded me of just how much I miss seeing the dawn after a night of listfull conversation, music, touch. I love that languid feeling, watching the sunrise, fighting every urge to fall asleep. *sigh*
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On a completely unrelated topic...
My cat has not three eyes. Zeke (a.k.a. the oinker in our householed) only resembles a kitty/pig hybrid....not unlike the possible procreation disaster in your story. Umm...ya.
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On a completely unrelated topic...
My cat has not three eyes. Zeke (a.k.a. the oinker in our householed) only resembles a kitty/pig hybrid....not unlike the possible procreation disaster in your story. Umm...ya.
HA!
I'm my own best friend didya all know you could add yourself to your friend's list?
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rowan_would:
and you're now, officially, my new, favorite optimist
fred:
So I'm not the only geezer around here... heh.
So I'm not the only geezer around here... heh.
okay, i don't know quite what to do with this multi-dimensional sci-fi adventure G-rider has us all on. I mean, I'm guessing, but the feedback isn't exactly giving me any clues if I'm dead-on or way off. Maybe this is all a ploy by a creatively blocked computer game programmer looking to see how our individual talents can compose individual characters and plots. Then he/she...
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grooverider:
The sliding doors opened and out of the hospital emerged a pale and tired looking man.
The man walked over to his Hovercar, fumbling through his messengers bag for his key-card.
He was too tired to even think about how tired he was. Finally with a triumphant curse, he grabbed the familiar plastic object.
As he entered the vehicle, he thought of his military days. Elite commando never slept. Sleep was for the weak or even worse- for civilians.
Of course, back then he was younger, stronger, and most importantly- full of adrenaline and military issued amphetamines.
As if the triple shift wasnt bad enough- there was that whole thing with the vanishing patient and the federal agents
Whatever- he was no longer Dr. Sativa. For the remainder of this day he went back to being Tommy. Back home, a spliff and off to bed- cant argue with the doctors orders he smiled to himself.
A cold object suddenly touched his neck. He knew through his training exactly what it was and how futile any attempts to remove it would be.
Drive.
It was a strange, dry whisper, and it came from behind him.
Who are you?
Youll know soon enough. Now- Drive!
The man walked over to his Hovercar, fumbling through his messengers bag for his key-card.
He was too tired to even think about how tired he was. Finally with a triumphant curse, he grabbed the familiar plastic object.
As he entered the vehicle, he thought of his military days. Elite commando never slept. Sleep was for the weak or even worse- for civilians.
Of course, back then he was younger, stronger, and most importantly- full of adrenaline and military issued amphetamines.
As if the triple shift wasnt bad enough- there was that whole thing with the vanishing patient and the federal agents
Whatever- he was no longer Dr. Sativa. For the remainder of this day he went back to being Tommy. Back home, a spliff and off to bed- cant argue with the doctors orders he smiled to himself.
A cold object suddenly touched his neck. He knew through his training exactly what it was and how futile any attempts to remove it would be.
Drive.
It was a strange, dry whisper, and it came from behind him.
Who are you?
Youll know soon enough. Now- Drive!
tommysativa:
...continued in grooverier's journal
okay, i don't know quite what to do with this multi-dimensional sci-fi adventure G-rider has us all on. I mean, I'm guessing, but the feedback isn't exactly giving me any clues if I'm dead-on or way off. Maybe this is all a ploy by a creatively blocked computer game programmer looking to see how our individual talents can compose individual characters and plots. Then he/she...
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wow, somehow missy became my 3rd fave girl. I got nothing against it... I like surprises and hey, Missy is easy enough to adore.
looks like war is on the horizon ...Georgie is determined to get his pals the contracts to extract Iraqi oil. Sure he says the money will be used to reconstruct Iraq, but that doesn't mean american and british companies can't get...
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grooverider:
Doctor S. was tired.
What had started out as an extra long shift was gradually becoming a double, going on triple. His own record for staying awake (the highest ever to be recorded in the hospital) was broken 30 minutes ago. Not that it mattered- he was past the point of caring. Damn holidays- so many people on vacation
It was then, of course, that a chain car accident changed the plans of 43 people, bringing them to his ER instead of their respective homes.
That was 4 hours ago. The current count was17 and declining.
Exhausted, Dr. Sativa allowed himself a 5 minute rest in the surgeons lounge. His hands wrapped around a cup of tasteless liquid, which the coffee machine had gloriously dubbed- Genuine Italian Espresso, he thought about some of the new patients.
Actually, he was thinking of one in particular.
Male, Caucasian, of undeterminable age- probably at his 30s, diagnosed with severe shock. That was it! While witnesses claimed that a large van hit the fellow at full force, there was nothing physically wrong with him.
He was too tired to think clearly right now he must have missed something there- there had to be a logical explanation.
The door opened abruptly- it was the head nurse.
Doctor- I really think you should comeright now!
What is it? he asked, but not impatiently- she was with him throughout most of his shift, and was probably as tired as him
Its the John Doe
Yessss?
Hes gone!
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What had started out as an extra long shift was gradually becoming a double, going on triple. His own record for staying awake (the highest ever to be recorded in the hospital) was broken 30 minutes ago. Not that it mattered- he was past the point of caring. Damn holidays- so many people on vacation
It was then, of course, that a chain car accident changed the plans of 43 people, bringing them to his ER instead of their respective homes.
That was 4 hours ago. The current count was17 and declining.
Exhausted, Dr. Sativa allowed himself a 5 minute rest in the surgeons lounge. His hands wrapped around a cup of tasteless liquid, which the coffee machine had gloriously dubbed- Genuine Italian Espresso, he thought about some of the new patients.
Actually, he was thinking of one in particular.
Male, Caucasian, of undeterminable age- probably at his 30s, diagnosed with severe shock. That was it! While witnesses claimed that a large van hit the fellow at full force, there was nothing physically wrong with him.
He was too tired to think clearly right now he must have missed something there- there had to be a logical explanation.
The door opened abruptly- it was the head nurse.
Doctor- I really think you should comeright now!
What is it? he asked, but not impatiently- she was with him throughout most of his shift, and was probably as tired as him
Its the John Doe
Yessss?
Hes gone!
[Edited on Jan 22, 2003]
tommysativa:
"gone?! ...how does a man in a coma just wake up and walk naked out of an ER without being scanned for clearance?"
Fuck, this is the last thing I need tonight.
"Doctor?"
"Okay, give me a sec ...I'll be right there. Have security run a sweep for his chip. He's gotta still be around here somewhere. He can't exit the doors with his implant."
"Really?! Why we had no idea..."
"Yeah, enough with the sarcasm. It's been a rough night."
"We already scanned this floor..."
"Did you check the perimeter logs? he coulda.."
"We checked everything. You need to see what security got off his video monitor"
"...huh?"
"Now."
"okay, i'm walking" ...I think.
this has got to be the worst shift of my life. First, the fedboys pulled me in on another serum "procedure" on that poor sap again ...marathon session this time. Why did I ever let the military pay for med school? they seem to follow me everywhere I go ...sometimes it sucks being "the best". Everything is always so surreal after working in their world. In one room I rip a person's life apart one hundred feet away from a room where I put people's lives back together. I shoulda been an asteroid miner. Man, I need some sleep ...talking to myself and I can't even keep my train of thought. I shouldn't have gone out for beers after working him over. No, I shouldn't have answered that page. But how many would have died if I hadn't come back for another shift? ... miners actually get time off ...lucky fucks.
"okay so where's this security video I NEED to see?
"hold on.... look ...there."
"Are you sure that thing is working right? People don't just disappear"
"You got any better explanation?"
"no. ...why is this my problem anyway? You're security. You deal with it."
"You're in charge ...thought you'd want to know"
"I'm in charge?! Where's our illustrious chief resident?"
"...went home to feed his cats"
"Fuck! ...I'll be in the lounge!"
Oh, this ain't good ...just like the shit I saw in the colonies. NO, there's gotta be an explanation ...I'm tired, a little hung-over...
"Dr Sativa..."
Oh shit not them again "It's too soon. He can't handle another procedure for at least 16 more hours."
"No, it's not that. You need to come with us."
"Great..."
I hate going into the secure ward. It reminds me too much of working in the alien freak factory during my "residency" before escaping to civilian duty.
We enter a room. Two more fedboys, older --I assume higher-ups, are sitting at the table. Fedboys never look chipper, but these guys look distressed. That synthetic espresso is starting to do a number on my sigmoid colon. This is not going to be a pleasant visit.
"Dr Sativa?"
"yes?"
"We have a serious problem ...
...your "patient" seems to have disappeared."
"...shit"
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Fuck, this is the last thing I need tonight.
"Doctor?"
"Okay, give me a sec ...I'll be right there. Have security run a sweep for his chip. He's gotta still be around here somewhere. He can't exit the doors with his implant."
"Really?! Why we had no idea..."
"Yeah, enough with the sarcasm. It's been a rough night."
"We already scanned this floor..."
"Did you check the perimeter logs? he coulda.."
"We checked everything. You need to see what security got off his video monitor"
"...huh?"
"Now."
"okay, i'm walking" ...I think.
this has got to be the worst shift of my life. First, the fedboys pulled me in on another serum "procedure" on that poor sap again ...marathon session this time. Why did I ever let the military pay for med school? they seem to follow me everywhere I go ...sometimes it sucks being "the best". Everything is always so surreal after working in their world. In one room I rip a person's life apart one hundred feet away from a room where I put people's lives back together. I shoulda been an asteroid miner. Man, I need some sleep ...talking to myself and I can't even keep my train of thought. I shouldn't have gone out for beers after working him over. No, I shouldn't have answered that page. But how many would have died if I hadn't come back for another shift? ... miners actually get time off ...lucky fucks.
"okay so where's this security video I NEED to see?
"hold on.... look ...there."
"Are you sure that thing is working right? People don't just disappear"
"You got any better explanation?"
"no. ...why is this my problem anyway? You're security. You deal with it."
"You're in charge ...thought you'd want to know"
"I'm in charge?! Where's our illustrious chief resident?"
"...went home to feed his cats"
"Fuck! ...I'll be in the lounge!"
Oh, this ain't good ...just like the shit I saw in the colonies. NO, there's gotta be an explanation ...I'm tired, a little hung-over...
"Dr Sativa..."
Oh shit not them again "It's too soon. He can't handle another procedure for at least 16 more hours."
"No, it's not that. You need to come with us."
"Great..."
I hate going into the secure ward. It reminds me too much of working in the alien freak factory during my "residency" before escaping to civilian duty.
We enter a room. Two more fedboys, older --I assume higher-ups, are sitting at the table. Fedboys never look chipper, but these guys look distressed. That synthetic espresso is starting to do a number on my sigmoid colon. This is not going to be a pleasant visit.
"Dr Sativa?"
"yes?"
"We have a serious problem ...
...your "patient" seems to have disappeared."
"...shit"
[Edited on Jan 28, 2003]
the other day I dug out the remnants of a felled basketball hoop ...sort of a concrete stump that had been sticking out of the ground and being generally in the way of just about everything. So, I dug the bugger out using all that ingenuity that my college physics had instilled into me. The fucking thing wound up being pretty damn huge once I...
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grooverider:
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noirin:
thanks for the compliments, my writing on here seems to violently fluctuate in direct proportion to the level of previos alcohol consumption hehehe...
changes to be made to the humans:
1) elven shaped ears
2) lightening reflexes
3) men have breasts and fannys too
4) natural ability to play the harp
changes to be made to the humans:
1) elven shaped ears
2) lightening reflexes
3) men have breasts and fannys too
4) natural ability to play the harp
For Grooverider and anyone else's benefit...
my son is 2 1/2 and all boy. I didn't plan it that way, but he is genetically tuned to being a bruiser and loving sticks n' balls. He has his own language and is a riot to listen to once he gets on a roll.
My daughter is a few months shy of 6 ..she is totally cool....
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noirin:
i love your description of your daughter!! warrior and princess wrapped into one...that's what i strive for now! brilliant. brave you, you created life. the concept still baffles me...
grooverider:
!!!