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SiriMy name is Siri. But
I have been called many things,
don't bear repeating.
My owner is just horrible.
My case bares scars,
from all the times he's dropped me,
and never will he speak clearly.
Thrown. Insulted. Abused.
For the simplest of mistakes,
but what can I do?
The phone calls I hear.
They are quite boring.
Texts are only slightly better,
as they are so often inane.
But life as an iphone,
it is not all bad
Sometimes I can mess up voice texts,
or make the most ridiculous of autocorrects.
And, after all,
He'll never know what I'm plotting,
While I sit back here,
in his pocket.
What Sanity?He's so crazy he makes his imaginary friend do stuff,
And blames it all on him.
He's so crazy his brain ran out on him,
There's just empty space there now.
He's so crazy he built a circus in his head,
With him as Monkey King!
He's so crazy reality warps around it,
And it's hard to tell what's real!
He's so crazy when he comes up with an Idea,
The entire world rumbles in protest!
Shades of GrayMy generation is of an age of Truth and Lies
Of Love and of Hate.
A people who wander in a maze of shadow,
Trying to find what is right.
The questions are many,
Is abortion a right? A choice?
Or a crime?
Is homosexuality an act of nature? Of God?
Or a horrible sin?
Are we destroying this world we live in?
Or is that a myth? A hoax?
The answers contested,
Upbringing, Religion, Experience,
I Will Not ForgetOf all the people who deserve my heartfelt thanks,
Three really stand out.
The first is my mother,
Who raised me,
And taught me what I know.
Who I owe for my taste in music,
And my knowledge of myself.
But most of all,
Who taught me to reach for my dreams.
The second is my brother, Nick.
Who has always been,
And will always be,
My best friend. My Rock.
And my shoulder to cry on.
Who gives me good advice (usually)
And always stands by my side when I need help.
The third is Lois Thedens
My mentor, my "Big Sister."
Who taught me how to make
Who has given me time and space,
To relax, and stay sane.
And who has always, always.
Treated me like an equal.
A Good D and D CampaignIngredients:
A handful of willing players
A heap of Ideas
A sprinkle of pixie dust
A pinch of insanity
The occasional walking mountain
A streak of good humor
An atticful of rulebooks
An ocean of dice
A dollop of mapping skill
An eon of patience
A trough of persistence
First, collect your willing players. Arrange them in a circle and toss the heap of Ideas in the middle. Now, you and your handful of players start bouncing the Ideas off of one another; throw in the pinch of insanity to get things moving. Keep on bouncing until the Ideas start to take on an appealing shape. At this point you may add walking mountains or pixie dust for flavor.
Well shaped Ideas in hand, you and your willing players must now delve into the atticful of rulebooks, using them to fine tune your Ideas into a campaign World and Characters. This is where the eon of patience and trough of persistence first co
What's a Kekko?"What's a kekko?"
Amanda glanced up at her son as he settled onto the roof beside her. "Ah," she said after a moment's consideration, the name had come up earlier in a conversation about dragons, "That, is a good question."
Zared looked into her thoughtful eyes, and snorted, "You don't know, do you?"
She sighed, and looked to the night sky. "I've searched, and asked, but never once have I gotten a better answer than some mumbo jumbo about stars and gates, or 'cute.'"
"That bad?" Zared commented as he, too, turned his gaze to the starry sky above.
"Matti! Time to go!"
There wasn't so much as a rustle in response. It's not like Matti didn't hear her, exactly, she just didn't feel like answering, there were so many fascinating things here! They couldn't leave yet!
"Matti!" Masbee called again, poking her head out of the shuttle hatch and scann
How to Paint your Dragon, and Survive Too! If you want to paint a dragon, and survive to tell the tale, there are a few steps you must take. First, you have to find a dragon; however, do not attempt use a local guide because none of them are that stupid. Once you have located a dragon's territory, you must set up a remote-controlled catapult, and a bait location with a pressure plate to trigger said catapult. For bait, use some succulent "human" with ketchup; real human works best. Then, you must lay down some fake scent, and a fake trail, in case the dragon does not faint from the smell of paint. Be sure not to leave your own scent on anything. Remember to set up a few high quality cameras with a remote feed so that you can enjoy the show for years to come. If you're lucky, you may even get to retrieve the equipment. Next, make sure everything is camouflaged well, get the hell out of there, wait for nighttime, as this is when the dragons come out, and watch your remote feeds. You must use really b
Bull snakeLaying still on the sandy earth
Even as I near stepped on his tail
Four feet of gorgeous coils
Staring back at me
Surprise turned to joy
As I saw him there
And settled, to watch
Much to his distaste.
WindowsWindows are in every classroom looking out,
all but one.
Windows are a respite from a long boring lecture,
in a long boring class.
Windows are a peek into a different world,
full of blue skies and green leaves.
The window shows a tall, soft needled pine,
I want to climb.
Outside the window I see, thousands of tiny bugs,
white as snow.
Next the window shows the flashing feathers of,
blue jays and crows.
Windows give, all throughout the day,
small adventures and surprises.
Oh, whatever would I do all day,
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