What's on your mind today?

[Buddy]

Very sensible. Once it's out there it's out there and people can do nasty things with it!

I was worried more about annoying people, but that is a good point.

[Siz]

I got my hair cut short last night. I like it, but I'm still getting used to having bangs again! 

Picture? 

Maybe later. I don't want to just plaster my picture up on every board.

Very sensible. Once it's out there it's out there and people can do nasty things with it!

Affirmative.
Scissorlegs may assimilate... or invoke Snipmode.

[Buddy]

I just found out that our student president of our school is an atheist. He's also and all around nice guy. Finally! I am not alone. 

[Tank]

I just found out that our student president of our school is an atheist. He's also and all around nice guy. Finally! I am not alone. 

Is there a crush forming? 

[Buddy]

I just found out that our student president of our school is an atheist. He's also and all around nice guy. Finally! I am not alone. 

Is there a crush forming? 

No, I was just happy that there is at least one person who can think reasonably at that school.

[Tank]

I just found out that our student president of our school is an atheist. He's also and all around nice guy. Finally! I am not alone. 

Is there a crush forming? 

No, I was just happy that there is at least one person who can think reasonably at that school.

Well I'm sure there is more than one. But Thists DO think what they believe is reasonable, that's the problem. Nobody I've ever met has ever thought themselves unreasonable or irrational. The reason theism sticks so well is that it's easy, simple and emotionally satisfying to an evolved ape brain.

[DeterminedJuliet]

My mom is coming to town today (yayy! I'm a total "momma's girl")
I`m also quite sick and couldn`t go into work, but my gentleman cat is tending to me, and, since Wee Man is in daycare, I am gearing up for the world`s biggest nap once I have some tea.

[Asmodean]

Wanted to bounce something off you...

I'm working on a story, that may potentially turn into a book, and I sort of want to know if the beginning of the intro is a bit... Well, too schizophrenic? (Don't mind the linguistics too much - the entire thing is in its pre-beta stages.)

If it is, I might need to work on that, since the rest of the intro and the entire Day One, morning chapter is in the same style

Thoughts and images, like raindrops falling against the windshield... Some being whisked away, others - just falling apart before they manage to coalesce into streams, to form the intricate patterns, that web of memory I think my mind once held.

There is only here and now. Only the sound of rain, tires screeching through another bend on this endless road and a pool of yellowish light, seen through the fog of perspiration and cigarette smoke. No matter how long I chase it, I know it will always stay ahead.

This is how my story ends... Or was it how it all began? Seven days. Yes, I think that's how long it has been since my world turned inside out all around me, and all those once-impenetrable walls surrounding me crumbled, tumbling down in an avalanche of dust and failed aspirations and all that shit I never let touch me.

Thoughts and images... Like shards of a thousand mirrors, all shattered - all but one. Julie. There were others too, other faces, different names, different stories, but it all started with her.
/...

[Tank]

Wanted to bounce something off you...

I'm working on a story, that may potentially turn into a book, and I sort of want to know if the beginning of the intro is a bit... Well, too schizophrenic? (Don't mind the linguistics too much - the entire thing is in its pre-beta stages.)

If it is, I might need to work on that, since the rest of the intro and the entire Day One, morning chapter is in the same style

Thoughts and images, like raindrops falling against the windshield... Some being whisked away, others - just falling apart before they manage to coalesce into streams, to form the intricate patterns, that web of memory I think my mind once held.

There is only here and now. Only the sound of rain, tires screeching through another bend on this endless road and a pool of yellowish light, seen through the fog of perspiration and cigarette smoke. No matter how long I chase it, I know it will always stay ahead.

This is how my story ends... Or was it how it all began? Seven days. Yes, I think that's how long it has been since my world turned inside out all around me, and all those once-impenetrable walls surrounding me crumbled, tumbling down in an avalanche of dust and failed aspirations and all that shit I never let touch me.

Thoughts and images... Like shards of a thousand mirrors, all shattered - all but one. Julie. There were others too, other faces, different names, different stories, but it all started with her.
/...

Fine. Good mental images. I'd keep reading to find out what happened in the seven days and that's the hook. And don't use Julie as the name, use something Norwegian, more exotic and less likely to call up a memory in an English-speaking audience.

[Asmodean]

Is a Norwegian name (Pronounced "Yulie", not "Juli"), but I'll take it under advisement. She is based on a real person, and I did (and do) intend to give her a less-than-memorable anonimous name.

[Tank]

Is a Norwegian name (Pronounced "Yulie", not "Juli"), but I'll take it under advisement. She is based on a real person, and I did (and do) intend to give her a less-than-memorable anonimous name.

Fair enough, just my $0.02 

[Asmodean]

Always nice when people drop change 

The thing with "Julie" is that she is one of the main characters in the story, but not in an intrusive way. She is more behind the curtains - you can't always see her, but she makes the leaves move, to use the wind metaphor...

There is also a bloody mess waiting in the later chapters, but those are nowhere near review-ready. In any case, it's a concept I'm working on, based on several thoroughly cherry-picked true stories and a fair bit of imagination, planned written as a sort of a mental diary, first-person perspetive and all.

Meant to be more than a wee bit creepy, and I think I'm accomplishing that with doom and gloom and all the trimmings.

[The Magic Pudding]

Thoughts and images, like raindrops falling against the windshield... Some being whisked away, others - just falling apart before they manage to coalesce into streams, to form the intricate patterns, that web of memory I think my mind once held.

others blown into chaos/confusion then reforming, coalescing into streams

I do very much like your work Asmo, your post appears to me an invitation to differ, I'm not very good at fawning.

[Tank]

Always nice when people drop change 

The thing with "Julie" is that she is one of the main characters in the story, but not in an intrusive way. She is more behind the curtains - you can't always see her, but she makes the leaves move, to use the wind metaphor...

There is also a bloody mess waiting in the later chapters, but those are nowhere near review-ready. In any case, it's a concept I'm working on, based on several thoroughly cherry-picked true stories and a fair bit of imagination, planned written as a sort of a mental diary, first-person perspetive and all.

Meant to be more than a wee bit creepy, and I think I'm accomplishing that with doom and gloom and all the trimmings.

Who's going to proof read it for you. And NO I'm not offering my services 

[Asmodean]

Good question... Too early for that yet, but I'll have to find someone.