I'm so stupid, I signed up and got the Zot.

[hk409]

THIS SITE IS ZOT!

GIMME A BRAKE ALREADY! YOU GUYS MUST BE THE BIGEST MORONS ON THE WORLD! THE BIGEST MORONS NEXT TO THAT SOFTWARE COMPANY I USED TO VISIT SIX YEARS AGO! OY YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! EACH TIME I TRYED TO POST SOMETHING NO MATTER HOW SMART! NO MATTER HOW CONSERVATIVE! EVEN IF I BEND OVER BACK AND DO BACK FLIPS AND THEN BEND OVER FOR THAT DUMB LIBERAL WE UNFORTUNATELY ELECTED! EVEN IF SPELL CHECKER ARE WORKING I STILL GET THEN KICKED OFF!! THEN ZOTTED!! WHY? IS IT JUST BECAUSE I WRITE SO BRILLIANT? BOB RUNS THINGS HERE!? OKAY. OKAY. OKAY. OKAY. OKAY. MAEYBE PEEPLE LIKE JJFATE AND NOAH HORSEFLY IS ASKING FOR IT BUT WHAT ABOUT ME!

[Monkey Face]

I'll still check and put in my request for it. Who knows...?

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

yeah I know what you mean. I have literally dozens of little hard cover note books filled with my scribblings.

But you my friend have a gift.

[Darksheare]

Thanks!

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

Do you read Dean Koontz? It seems like he would suit you.

[duck duck goose]

funny kitty pic!!

[Darksheare]

I'll show an example of what my muse will give me before taking off for parts unknown:



Got this while listening to something:
You shoulda seen her fly on her wings
Seemed like a dream under moonlit confusion



And then this:
No more bliss
I am destined
To



Muse took off right after "To".

[Darksheare]

Yes.
Dark Rivers of the Heart, Phantoms...
*chuckle*

[Monkey Face]

Once you get it all compiled and ready to publish, let us know so we can wait for it.

;o]

[Monkey Face]

I'm on my way to bed kiddies. Getting a little tired, now. Thanks for the fun day!

Take care, all of you.

'Face :o]

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

Sleep tight hon. Watch out for them bedbugs.

[Darksheare]

I'll give it a shot.
If anything, I can pick NNB's brain.
But first, I have to actually finish some of the bits of it.
(My muse likes me being a scatter brain... I swear, she's Queen Mab and enjoys my torment.)

See you in the morning.

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

(And squashed the damn mosquito that bit her on the cheek.)

*snerk* now that right there is funny.

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

I have yet to get his latest "Odd Thomas".

I had to quit reading "Seize the Night" last week after reading about the poor dude getting mauled by chimps.

Augh! Killer monkeys!

Maybe I will finish up this week.

[Darksheare]

Haven't gotten to the newest ones yet.
*sigh*

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

I just don't seem to have the time for reading that I used to.

Well, goodnight Darks.

I have to get some sleep so I can relentlessly grind down the working man tomorrow for my capitalistic pleasure.

[Darksheare]

Okers.
See you in the morning.

[hiredhand]

Nighty night. ;-) ...same here. Later!

[NicknamedBob]

"If anything, I can pick NNB's brain."

No difficulty there, I have an open door policy.


The problem you and I face is that you will have a hard time painting dark portraits with the daisy petals you pick from my brain. I have studiously eliminated dark emotions from my repertoire.

I am an unrepentant Pollyanna.

[Darksheare]

LOL!
Point noted, and marked down on memo.

[NicknamedBob]

One can express a truism in psychology and philosophy, that you are what you think.

This is the trap into which many criminals fall. The lure of deviancy, and of perversion, which rewards the mind by entertaining it. Unfortunately, like many opiates, one has to go for more and more powerful stimulants as you accommodate to the strength you have grown used to.

An approximation of what I mean by an exploration of deviancy can be found in my book. I hypothesize a culture in which men have been expunged for being too violent.

They are eventually replaced by a pathetic puppet of manhood, useful only for sexual entertainment of the ruling women. They are slaves, with no hope of becoming free.

Human slavery is not a leitmotif. I explore this dystopia looking for a way out, and find it in a quiet and surreptitious rebellion. Not by the pathetic males, but by a group of women who want to regain their portion of real human life.

But the theme which I thus explore is one which has been with me since puberty, growing and festering in its own manner.

Am I evil? No. But I know in which direction that path lies.

The book was, for me, cathartic. I feel that I have to some extent eliminated this source of negative social leanings. Partly that is because I manipulated my avatars into defeating the evil influences of their fallen society, and started them on a path of enlightenment.

Could I do this again? Perhaps. I could reach into my soul and find a withered specimen of hate and resentment, and begin shining the light of examination on it. Perhaps I could excise my very human, and innate, desire to murder.

But there are pitfalls along that path. I think I prefer to stay out here in the sunlight, and enjoy the more pleasant aspects of Nature, and Human Nature.