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Get to Know Your Character(Popcorn Served)
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Stephanie
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Dec 01, 2012 08:37AM
Probably because no one can access page one unless they're using the goodreads app.
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I can access this from the homepage now. I think Goodreads was just having a spasm.
Speaking of spasms, I got started on popcorn over the weekend. Guy: Maybe I'll get it done tonight.
Neve Yeah! Right. You know you'll be working late, then late supper, then it will be time for sleep.
Guy: I don't have to work late!
Neve: No, but you know that it would be the best thing at this time.
Guy: [Sighs.]
Wow, wonderful to see this thread alive and kicking! :)
Alex, you should really avoid the guys who don't wear pants.
The dining room does not hold the same meaning for you anymore, sister.... Lol.
Oh my goodness. Does it EVER end?! :PIt's working, sis.
Kat wrote: “I can access this from the homepage now. I think Goodreads was just having a spasm.”Not as many spasms as Frank’s having!
Hanzleberry wrote: “Alex, you should really avoid the guys who don’t wear pants.”
I think this is one of the funniest remarks in the thread. I almost choked on my coffee.
LoL! Yup, and a great way to start my work day.
Sam: Hey, hey Kailen!Kailen: What?
Sam: tsk. That tone is not doing you any favors in you near future, young miss. I am still writing your story, you know.
Kailen: Um...sorry...? What did you need from me?
Sam: I have some...well issues with Monte coming to Cahaya with you and Io.
Kailen: She's not going to like-
Sam: And we have a decision! You and Io are going by yourselves!
Kailen: But-
Sam: G'bye!
(Kailen magically disappears)
Alex: *grumbles*Alice: Would you shut up?
Alex: What?
Alice: You always feel the need to talk. Don't you?
Alex: Well you don't talk unless someone asks you a question half the time.
Alice: As I recall, I've lived longer than you, so....
Alex: *rolls eyes* Man, Sam sure is bossy.
Stephanie: *snorts* You don't know bossy, buddy.
I wanted to tell you that I love your writing so much. It cheers me. :)
My night is good enough, for a Thursday. Good night. Sleep well.
Mouse #3: (Watching a man go by with a bucket of varnish.) Phil, what’s all the work going on in the big cabin that used to be a Spanish admiral’s before this became a pirate ship?Mouse #1: The one they’ve been using for storage all these years? (Nibbling on a piece of sponge cake.) Search me. I’ve wondered it, myself.
Mouse #6: That girl with the gray eyes has been giving the workers a lot of orders.
Mouse #8: Kirilee’s writer? (He nods slowly.) Loretta says they’ve brought in a Cleopatra bed and lavish drapes, and that they’ve even put in a sauna, with a Jacuzzi.
Mouse #1: (Incredulously.) On a pirate ship?
Mouse #8: (With a sigh.) Miss Gray Eyes has got taste, Phil. You’ve got to hand it to her.
Mouse #2: (A little nervously.) Maybe I’m wrong, but I think she knows about us, Narvis.
Mouse #6: (Startled.) What do you mean, Clyde?
Mouse #2: (Fidgets.) Well, late yesterday evening, she saw me lurking around, up here on the after deck. (His eyes get wide.) I just froze in place, you know. I expected her to throw something at me, or scream.
Mouse #1: (Shaking his head.) Humans.
(The other mice regard Clyde with rapt attention.)
Mouse #8: What did she do?
(There’s a pause, in which hammering can be heard coming through an open door over which there’s an elaborate crest.)
Mouse #3: Don’t keep us all in suspense, Clyde.
Mouse #2: (Scratching behind his ear.) She reached in her pocket and pulled out a fig newton.
Mouse #1: (Finishing the sponge cake and wiping his whiskers.) She indeed has good taste.
Mouse #2: She unwrapped it. Then she left a piece of it on the deck for me to eat.
(The mice stare at Clyde as though he’s lost his mind.)
I just read #1726. Oh, I can’t quit laughing!
I couldn’t resist.Frank
He doesn’t hear her
speaking to him.
He’s off in a far-away world,
a world filled
with kitchen sinks,
knives,
psychopaths,
and flower-delivery men.
Nikara: You know what goes nice with poetry?Sara: Espresso beans?
Nikara: Precisely.
Sara: (tosses bag to Nikki) Have you seen the honeycomb?
Nikara: It's with Frank's diary, in the cupboard.
Sara: Thanks. Hey, what does the diary say, anyways?
Nikara: Dunno. I haven't read it. Truth be told, I'm a little scared to. Plus, I don't read German.
Me: Hello RJ.RJ: Hey. It's you. What's your name?
Me: It's CJ.
RJ: Right. I tend to forget it.
Me: Uhh. You do know it is similar to yours?
RJ: RJ and CJ (Sigh). I fail to think of the humor behind that.
Me: You sound down. You alright?
RJ: I was just mad I got coal for Christmas.
Me: Well as far as I know you deserved it for trying to rob Santa.
RJ: Yeah I did.
Me: What was the reason behind that?
RJ: I was just... bored.
Me: Well that is no good way to reduce boredom.
RJ: Oh quit it. Preachy.
Me: Is that day old eggnog?
RJ: (Loudly) Aah... shut up, you. Whatev'ur ur name is.
Me: I am guessing it's not "store-bought" eggnog, huh?
RJ: I am not finished it yet.
Me: Speaking of "finishing" stuff I was wondering. Do you think that at the end of the story, your character change was in any way... complete?
RJ: No.
Me: Uh huh.
RJ: Cuz I didn't finish robbin' Santa Claus.
Me: No no. I didn't mean it like that.
RJ: Wha- what?
Me: Did you ultimately learn your lesson?
RJ: Hmm. Well I got coal, didn't I? I think I did anyway. Suddenly everythin' is startin' to get all hazy!
Me: Yeah but did you feel you deserved it and want to change.
RJ: I got out of that suit and tie I was in that week.
Me: No I mean did you change internally?
RJ: What? How the heck would I be able to do that? Change my guts?
Me: Okay. This is what I mean.
RJ: (Listening, barely) yah.
RJ: Do you feel bad almost ruining everyone's Christmas?
RJ: Sure.
Me: Who's..?
RJ: The people at the department... uh, store.
Me: Anyone else?
RJ: Uhh.
(Pause).
RJ: My family. I wish I didn't get them all that junk.
Me: Yeah.
RJ: Good thing Santa changed the gifts to real stuff they wanted.
Me: Yep.
RJ: To think that I wanted to do that stuff just for my own ideas. (Pauses) I did try to ruin the one family that I care about. Oh... I am terrible. I don't want to do it again.
Me: Uh huh.
RJ: I can't believe myself! What have I done?!
Me: (Nothing to say)
RJ: (Sobs).
Me: Aww. It's okay RJ. You do know that what you planned didn't even work out and you should be happy that your family got to have a nice Christmas anyway.
RJ: (Wipes his nose)
Me: And your wife has a surprise for you.
RJ: (?_)
Me: She was hoping that you would turn around and start doing something right. Here (gives gift_).
RJ: A silk tie!
Me: Just what you wanted.
Oh. Lol. Poor Linc's just gonna have to wait for another day. Jerry's on vacation. Linc can just continue his sneaky behavior with Gam. Lol. ;D
Jerry would NEVER hate Linc.... :(
Jerry's not sad about that anymore. He's never trusted women.
I haven't been here in a while. What have I missed?Septimus: Don't read the last page.
Me: Why?
Terry: He thinks you can't handle innuendo.
Me: Hey, I like innuendo. It's s** jokes I can't stand.
Septimus: I - well - what?
Me: Innuendo is funny because it's clever; s** jokes are at best mildly amusing because they're crass.
Terry: Yeah, that was obvious. [To Septimus] You didn't get that?
Septimus: You're both bizarre.
Terry: Says the guy who ...
Me: [ignoring them] They'll be at this for hours.
Temperance: Hm, it's a bit late for all this yelling.
Me: Oh, yeah, I wrote you effectively in a story, so you should show up in popcorn more often now. Groovy.
[Dead silence.]
Me: Er ... Mr. Aidan watched Scooby-Doo today.
Temperance: I'm going to bed.
Terry: Will Septimus help you spread the sheets?
Me: Well, not all innuendo is clever.
Terry: Frank, would you care for a cup of tea and long conversation on the state of world politics - because Septimus is your man.[Septimus gives him an alarmed look.]
Terry: Frank? Frank? Guess not.
[Septimus looks relieved.]
Septimus: Disusing world politics might not be such a bad idea.Temperance: Oh, dear.
Septimus: Yes?
Temperance: Don't flatter yourself.
Terry: I'm missing something.
Septimus: Well, technically, I might not be a child, since I'm taken from a decades-long series. I could be forty-years old.Me: You're eighteen.
Septimus: Damn.
Temperance: A child who broke a hostage situation without getting any hostages killed.Septimus: That was more you-
Terry: Who stopped a serial killer capable of destroy people without touching them
Septimus: Given the circumstances, I can't take pride in-
Temperance: Who is on his own quest to find his friend, but is still willing to help people who can't help themselves.
Septimus: I'm not sure a bleeding heart-
Terry: Who comes from a family of world-weary paladins that-
Septimus: SHUT UP! I don't think we need my biography displayed on a popcorn thread.
Me: What are we talking about?
[Five or ten minutes later]Temperance: It's unfortunate these walls must be paper thin.
Terry: -Don't-worry-We-forgive-you-Me: Why are you talking like that? They can apparently hear us just fine.
Septimus: Go to sleep, everyone.
Fun popcorn, Al and Edward. I've been enjoying it.
Sara: NIKKI!!! Cap'n's going away on her own private island with Frank!!!Nikara: (glancing up) Finally got sick of us, did they?
Sara: (rolling eyes) They're also getting more insulation for the ship.
Kyra: (poking head into cabin) 'Bout time, too. It's freezing in here.
Sara: That's not why they're getting insulation.
Nikara: (groaning) I don't think I'm going to want hear this.
