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  1. Add a paragraph of two and let's see where we go. Sorry for the late start this year. So busy. Amy walked along the sidewalk toward home. It was getting darker earlier and earlier and it was now dusk when she got out of school for the day. The crisp autumn air swept the dry brown leaves around in artistic wisps. The houses were decorated for Halloween. Amy could smell the pumpkins and looked forward to carving her own when she got home. She took a shortcut through the woods. It was only a block and it was still just light enough to see in the forest. The young girl listened to the
  2. Easy: Correct Medium: Correct Hard: Hint - The character's name is repetitive and the movie recent (last couple of years).
  3. Easy is Babarella, Medium is Duran Duran, Hard, as previously noted, is Metropolis.
  4. Hmmm, no, I do not believe that I lurked. Rik (a/k/a Firefly) told me about the site before I really knew much at all about D.a.r.k. It was almost four years ago now, at a time when DarkMatters was about 6 months old, had just passed the 10,000 post mark (now over 150K posts), and I was the 175th (of almost 17,000) members. I think I am far more of a lurker now then I was back then. - Ike p.s. Well, except perhaps around Halloween.
  5. Just wash it down with a half-cooked Egg McMuffin and you'll be fine! - Ike
  6. GoGo: It depends a lot on the cats. Some cats are very territorial, others not so much. I have heard that orange cats are very territorial, but I have no idea if this is true. We got our cats together. They were littermates, so they have always gotten along well. My sister had a single cat (male) and recently got a pair of kittens (female), which were littermates. She kept the kittens in the bathroom/walk-in closet (quite large) for a couple of months and slowly introduced them to the older cat. Over the last couple of months they have learned to tolerate each other and even play a
  7. Julian found a crowbar and headed back up the stairs, his flickering light barely providing sufficient light by which to see. He was unsure that he really wanted to find that for which he thought he was looking. Once back in the kitchen, he hurried down the hall and up the stairs to the upper story. He had always thought that there was something odd about the walls on this floor, but never bothered to investigate, thinking it merely some oddity of building from this era. Now he carefully measure the walls and indeed they were thicker than nomal, about 8 inches thick. With trepidation,
  8. Ugggh. Now I am getting political ads. http://googleads.g.doubleclick.net/pagead/...TzIIUdkMuE-Vxk4 Anyone ever wonder why I despise Google and never use any of their intrusive, track-your-every-move products:) Now you know. - Ike
  9. Julian inched down the stairs, with each one creaking beneath his weight. After six steps, the staircase turned left and descended again. What little light illuminated the kitchen was now gone and the small candle was the only source of illumination. After another six steps, the staircase again turned left. After a final six steps, Julian came to the bottom of the stair and he felt packed dirt beneath his feet. The dank smell was almost overpowering. He scanned what he could see of the basement with his sputtering candle. The room was approximately twenty feet on a side, and made of cin
  10. As the two arrived in the kitchen, Julian realized that the sound of the odd man's cane tapping was that of the seconds ticking away on a clock. Julian wrenched his mind back to the riddle he had found in the keyhole and ran over it in his mind. After long moments he finally said to himself "Mirror!" As the strangely-dressed man approached the sink with a crystal goblet in his hand, Julian's eye's fell on the mirror on the shelf. In it, he saw his own reflection but the space where the loudly-attired gentleman stood was empty. Julian thought back to stories he had been told as a child
  11. Uh, oh. Some new-age hippie took your crystals and made some lousy . . . Crystal Jewelry.
  12. Only one way to get rid of a safely, with a . . . Bomb robot.
  13. Julian's heart seemed to pound more heavily against his ribcage as he listened to these prophetic words. His palms were sweaty and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up. As the earlier version of himself disappeared, Julian looked over to the grandfather clock. The hands read 11:05 and the disk behind idicated that it was post meridian. Looking below, he saw an effigy of himself hanging where the weights should be. The effigy's small eyes opened and looked at Julian imploringly. He could feel the noose tighten around his own neck. Looking frantically, he saw a keyhole to op
  14. We just need a nice . . . Bullet-proof vest.
  15. We just need to trim a few of those hairs with this lovely . . . Razor.
  16. Better beware of the Hobbit with the Numenorean sword, set to hamstring you!
  17. Sad to say, although technically successful, the leaders of your revolution have splintered and are now fighting each other. Absolute power corrupts absolutely, or so sayeth . . . Le guillotine!
  18. Each tolling of the clock seemed to rip a part of his soul from Julian's body. When it struck for the eleventh time, Julian thought that it would kill him but it stopped. He lay there panting, barely able to move, and knew that if the clock made it to twelve, he would not survive. For long moments he simply attempted to gather his breath. When he was finally able to get up, he knew instinctively that he had to figure out what had brought him to this place and that the clock was figuratively, and quite literally, running. Looking down, he saw the object over which he had tripped. It wa
  19. Hmmmm, looks like they have a bit of dirt on them. Let's help wash that off with a little . . . Water Cannon.
  20. Thanks, GoGo, you big tease. With a 14-month old running about and an endless list of house-related projects, there are no naps for me. Relaxing, doing nothing, and naps are really important. Most people seem to think that if they are not DOING something, they are just wasting time. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Down time is really important to recharging and refocusing. Enjoy them while you can! - Ike
  21. Ahhhh, back from DSL to cable. Sweet, sweet, speed! And this is the lowest speed they offer. Wonder how fast the other pacages really are? - Ike
  22. "Probably just a roach," Julian mused to himself. Although he was not completely convinced this time. "Probably George ate the last of the pumpkin pie and left crumbs around that attracted roaches," he tried to convince himself. He headed back toward his room in the dark, feeling his way along as he waited for his vision to re-adjust to the darkness. Julian was thinking back to the remnants of his dream as he wandered down the hallway and it took him a little while to figure out that something was very wrong. He should have reached the door to his room by now. He stood for a moment wi
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