Naw.
Harry's just gonna become human.
And isn't that the moral of everything? We all have to deal with our humanity at some point in our lives.
Why should Harry be any different?
Besides, self sacrifice is much more interesting than mere death.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
Questions
I found this questionnaire at one of the websites I frequent. I thought it would be fun to put it up here. If you'd like, "copy" it, answer the questions, and post it on your own blog. Or post it here. It's just for fun. Don't take it too seriously
Please describe yourself in just three words.
Funky, engaging, cute.
Why did you choose to start a blog?
Because I like to write. Keeping a blog is a good way to hone your skill while providing you with the chance to think about things that come through your life. I tend to treat this blog more as a journal, though, rather than a "real" blog.
Are there any recurring themes you touch on in your blog posts?
Memorials and children. I like doing yearly memorials for people I admire; like firemen, or the victims of 911. I also have a great fondness for children. I enjoy getting the quick glimpses of how the world looks in their eyes. Besides, I'm a kid at heart.
How personal do you get in your blog? Are there things you won't discuss?
I get fairly personal. I tend to believe that feelings, unless you're a real social deviant, are pretty normal and it's OK to share them. I won't get so personal everyone knows where I live. I won't publish my phone number.
There are children who read my blog, so I try to keep things mostly clean and easy for them to read. I don't believe in censorship though.
Do you have any favorite bloggers or groups you like to read?
I do. I have quite a few blogs I read, but I'm still working on getting permission to link them here, so you'll just have to wait to see whose they are.
Any final wisdom, thoughts, advice?
Keep an open mind when it comes to your own blog. Just start writing. Maybe a theme will come up, maybe it won't. If you take it too seriously it becomes a chore and we have enough chores in life to deal with. Blogging shouldn't be one of them.
Anything you'd like to let your readers know about you?
I'm open minded, easy to get along with and friendly. Unless you come charging at me with narrow mindedness and stubbornness, I'm not going to bite when you respond to my blog.
Feel free to reach out and play here.
Please describe yourself in just three words.
Funky, engaging, cute.
Why did you choose to start a blog?
Because I like to write. Keeping a blog is a good way to hone your skill while providing you with the chance to think about things that come through your life. I tend to treat this blog more as a journal, though, rather than a "real" blog.
Are there any recurring themes you touch on in your blog posts?
Memorials and children. I like doing yearly memorials for people I admire; like firemen, or the victims of 911. I also have a great fondness for children. I enjoy getting the quick glimpses of how the world looks in their eyes. Besides, I'm a kid at heart.
How personal do you get in your blog? Are there things you won't discuss?
I get fairly personal. I tend to believe that feelings, unless you're a real social deviant, are pretty normal and it's OK to share them. I won't get so personal everyone knows where I live. I won't publish my phone number.
There are children who read my blog, so I try to keep things mostly clean and easy for them to read. I don't believe in censorship though.
Do you have any favorite bloggers or groups you like to read?
I do. I have quite a few blogs I read, but I'm still working on getting permission to link them here, so you'll just have to wait to see whose they are.
Any final wisdom, thoughts, advice?
Keep an open mind when it comes to your own blog. Just start writing. Maybe a theme will come up, maybe it won't. If you take it too seriously it becomes a chore and we have enough chores in life to deal with. Blogging shouldn't be one of them.
Anything you'd like to let your readers know about you?
I'm open minded, easy to get along with and friendly. Unless you come charging at me with narrow mindedness and stubbornness, I'm not going to bite when you respond to my blog.
Feel free to reach out and play here.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
The Merman in the Pool
"There's a merman in the pool."
Hannah tried not to jump to conclusions. It wasn't usually all that wise to respond too quickly to one of Monica's puzzling statements.
"I'm thinking tomato and cheese in a pita pocket. What do you think?" Hannah said casually as she peered into the fridge.
"No. We ran out of balsamic vinegar," Monica replied. "What should we do about the merman?"
"Oh. I thought you were going to the store last night." Hannah refused to show any surprise at her friend's odd statements.
"Hannah, listen to me! We have a merman in the pool and we have to do something about it. All that chlorine can't be good for him."
Hannah looked over the fridge door and looked at Monica. Maybe the stress of a rocky marriage to a man she wasn't sure she loved had finally gotten to her. But why dream up a merman? Why not another man? Or knowing Monica's proclivities, another woman?
Monica, for her part, was looking out toward the pool. She had a worried look on her face, but it was underscored by a line of wonder. How many times do you have a merman visiting your pool? And such a handsome one, no less?
Monica's impatience finally got to her, and she grabbed Hannah's hand and pull-dragged her out the back sliding doors.
"See!" Monica pointed.
Hannah's jaw dropped as she looked toward the pool.
The merman had just burst through the surface of the water, his hair was dark bronze with lighter gold and red highlights streaked through. His muscular shoulders were well defined without being over done, and they flowed out to well shaped, almost chiseled arms. Inviting. You could sink into those arms.
The merman didn't come out of the water all the way, just enough to give the girls a glimpse at a perfectly formed fin that started just below his waist. Its color mimicked flowing ocean waves with shades of green and blue accentuating sensuous peaks and valleys in all the right places. The merman was perfect.
And he knew it, too. As Hannah was realizing Monica was telling the truth, the merman flashed both girls a look that proved beyond any doubt that while the merman didn't have a tail, per se, he'd certainly had some before. Hannah and Monica both inhaled deeply and adjusted their positions to accommodate the additional feelings forming deep in their bodies. Then the merman dove back into the water with the graceful ease of experience.
Hannah was gobsmacked.
"There IS a merman in the pool!" she breathed just as Monica's husband came out to see what was going on. Daniel did a double take at Hannah, then bit his tongue. It wasn't usually all that wise to respond too quickly to one of Hannah's puzzling statements.
;)
Hannah tried not to jump to conclusions. It wasn't usually all that wise to respond too quickly to one of Monica's puzzling statements.
"I'm thinking tomato and cheese in a pita pocket. What do you think?" Hannah said casually as she peered into the fridge.
"No. We ran out of balsamic vinegar," Monica replied. "What should we do about the merman?"
"Oh. I thought you were going to the store last night." Hannah refused to show any surprise at her friend's odd statements.
"Hannah, listen to me! We have a merman in the pool and we have to do something about it. All that chlorine can't be good for him."
Hannah looked over the fridge door and looked at Monica. Maybe the stress of a rocky marriage to a man she wasn't sure she loved had finally gotten to her. But why dream up a merman? Why not another man? Or knowing Monica's proclivities, another woman?
Monica, for her part, was looking out toward the pool. She had a worried look on her face, but it was underscored by a line of wonder. How many times do you have a merman visiting your pool? And such a handsome one, no less?
Monica's impatience finally got to her, and she grabbed Hannah's hand and pull-dragged her out the back sliding doors.
"See!" Monica pointed.
Hannah's jaw dropped as she looked toward the pool.
The merman had just burst through the surface of the water, his hair was dark bronze with lighter gold and red highlights streaked through. His muscular shoulders were well defined without being over done, and they flowed out to well shaped, almost chiseled arms. Inviting. You could sink into those arms.
The merman didn't come out of the water all the way, just enough to give the girls a glimpse at a perfectly formed fin that started just below his waist. Its color mimicked flowing ocean waves with shades of green and blue accentuating sensuous peaks and valleys in all the right places. The merman was perfect.
And he knew it, too. As Hannah was realizing Monica was telling the truth, the merman flashed both girls a look that proved beyond any doubt that while the merman didn't have a tail, per se, he'd certainly had some before. Hannah and Monica both inhaled deeply and adjusted their positions to accommodate the additional feelings forming deep in their bodies. Then the merman dove back into the water with the graceful ease of experience.
Hannah was gobsmacked.
"There IS a merman in the pool!" she breathed just as Monica's husband came out to see what was going on. Daniel did a double take at Hannah, then bit his tongue. It wasn't usually all that wise to respond too quickly to one of Hannah's puzzling statements.
;)
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Come, Let's Make A Date
There is just something about the Tango. Have you ever watched it? I was watching a travel channel program featuring Buenos Aires, Argentina. The place were the Tango was born. Buenos Aires looks fascinating and has an amazing history to it, but the real reason I'd take anyone up on an Argentinean vacation would be because of the Tango. There just isn't a sexier dance.
The sexiness of it isn't hard to understand when you look at Tango's history. It's said to have started in the lower class quarters; brothels to be exact. It might have been an excellent advertising tool for "the girls." Something developed to ensure a "score."
Imagine it: he sees that girl over there at the bar. She's got jet black hair being held together in a tight knot at the back of her head with a scarlet colored scarf. He notices the flash of her dark eyes. She's a healthy girl, with a nice voluptuous figure. But the night is young and there are so many women here. Maybe he will take his time, have another drink and consider his options.
Then she slinks over to him, letting her feet hesitate in each step just enough for her walk to be sultry. She's got "that look" in her eyes. Her dress flares and moves tantalizingly, hinting at a young lithe body underneath. Her shoulders have a feline quality about them. Her arms are lazy in her gait. Her attitude is alluring.
Before he knows what is happening, she's taken up residence in his arms and they're locked into rhythm with each other. Her eyes sneak a glimpse at his mouth, then dart back to his eyes. He looks down at her neck, her collar bone, her breasts, then he comes back up to her eyes for some air. Her leg wraps around his, ankle caressing his calf. His hand on the small of her back feels muscle form and move underneath the skin.
See the dip? He did that for a reason. It's a not-so-subtle hint at how and what they will do when there aren't so many people around. A quick slide and a twirl brings her back up and their eyes lock. Mouths are open, tasting the air they're both giving off. Pheromones have a role in the dance too.
*Sighs*
Its origins might have been base and rude, but now it's an art. Even the upper classes want to learn it. They go in droves to Argentina for a chance at having a lesson or two. I would jump at the chance to be as alluring and sensual in a dance.
Did someone turn the heat on?
The sexiness of it isn't hard to understand when you look at Tango's history. It's said to have started in the lower class quarters; brothels to be exact. It might have been an excellent advertising tool for "the girls." Something developed to ensure a "score."
Imagine it: he sees that girl over there at the bar. She's got jet black hair being held together in a tight knot at the back of her head with a scarlet colored scarf. He notices the flash of her dark eyes. She's a healthy girl, with a nice voluptuous figure. But the night is young and there are so many women here. Maybe he will take his time, have another drink and consider his options.
Then she slinks over to him, letting her feet hesitate in each step just enough for her walk to be sultry. She's got "that look" in her eyes. Her dress flares and moves tantalizingly, hinting at a young lithe body underneath. Her shoulders have a feline quality about them. Her arms are lazy in her gait. Her attitude is alluring.
Before he knows what is happening, she's taken up residence in his arms and they're locked into rhythm with each other. Her eyes sneak a glimpse at his mouth, then dart back to his eyes. He looks down at her neck, her collar bone, her breasts, then he comes back up to her eyes for some air. Her leg wraps around his, ankle caressing his calf. His hand on the small of her back feels muscle form and move underneath the skin.
See the dip? He did that for a reason. It's a not-so-subtle hint at how and what they will do when there aren't so many people around. A quick slide and a twirl brings her back up and their eyes lock. Mouths are open, tasting the air they're both giving off. Pheromones have a role in the dance too.
*Sighs*
Its origins might have been base and rude, but now it's an art. Even the upper classes want to learn it. They go in droves to Argentina for a chance at having a lesson or two. I would jump at the chance to be as alluring and sensual in a dance.
Did someone turn the heat on?
Friday, June 01, 2007
The Honeymooners
I can't BELIEVE Speaker is going to get away with it! He KNEW he had a TB problem and he still exposed dozens of people to this rare form of TB. Even if we assume he's right - that the medical community didn't think it'd be much of a problem for him to travel in the beginning (key words: in the beginning), eventually he DID know the whole story, and he STILL decided going on his honeymoon was more important.
The CDC even called him while he was in Rome, for crying out loud, and told him to go to an isolation unit there. Of course, he refused. Probably because he wanted one more night of intense intimacy with his new bride before he "turned himself in." That, or he is so coldly ethnocentric that he believes the only "quality" health care is "Amurkin." (Forget the fact that we "Amurkins" can't even decide on how to deal with what should be a basic human right: health care.) Report to an isolation unit in Rome? No way, dude!
Instead, lets put more airline passengers at risk before finally arriving in Canada where he smuggled himself in. Either the border guard who processed him is idiotic, or he was bribed. Hmmm.
Canada to New York. New York to Atlanta. Atlanta to Denver. My home town. Only I don't want him here. Yes, I know we have the National Jewish here and it's THEEE leading hospital when it comes to respiratory care. But why should I care about him when it is so blatantly obvious he wouldn't have cared about me had we been on the same flight?
Speaker is from a rich family. He was born with all the advantages wealth and status can give you. He is used to getting his way. In other words, Speaker is a spoiled little boy who cannot possibly comprehend the consequences of his thoughtless actions.
Or can he? Do you think he's claiming all this guilt, and doing this "I just want forgiveness" act because it suddenly hit him that what he did was wrong? He is a lawyer, after all. If one person one any of those flights comes forward with this extreme and rare form of TB...
Can we say "attempted manslaughter?"
Nah! He's gonna get away with it and THAT ticks me off!
The CDC even called him while he was in Rome, for crying out loud, and told him to go to an isolation unit there. Of course, he refused. Probably because he wanted one more night of intense intimacy with his new bride before he "turned himself in." That, or he is so coldly ethnocentric that he believes the only "quality" health care is "Amurkin." (Forget the fact that we "Amurkins" can't even decide on how to deal with what should be a basic human right: health care.) Report to an isolation unit in Rome? No way, dude!
Instead, lets put more airline passengers at risk before finally arriving in Canada where he smuggled himself in. Either the border guard who processed him is idiotic, or he was bribed. Hmmm.
Canada to New York. New York to Atlanta. Atlanta to Denver. My home town. Only I don't want him here. Yes, I know we have the National Jewish here and it's THEEE leading hospital when it comes to respiratory care. But why should I care about him when it is so blatantly obvious he wouldn't have cared about me had we been on the same flight?
Speaker is from a rich family. He was born with all the advantages wealth and status can give you. He is used to getting his way. In other words, Speaker is a spoiled little boy who cannot possibly comprehend the consequences of his thoughtless actions.
Or can he? Do you think he's claiming all this guilt, and doing this "I just want forgiveness" act because it suddenly hit him that what he did was wrong? He is a lawyer, after all. If one person one any of those flights comes forward with this extreme and rare form of TB...
Can we say "attempted manslaughter?"
Nah! He's gonna get away with it and THAT ticks me off!
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