Hahahahahhaa! Good is understatement. Ok stop blushing Reg.

1:19 PM | Trace | url | #

even 'worse,' he is also good

9:54 AM | stace_m | url | #

Aaaayyyy! Stac....this boy is unstoppable! Reg! You're an unstoppable writing machina! :P

8:05 PM | Trace | url | #

Sleep is not an option so I will write.

The boy, Tim, just stood there holding the metal rod in his hand, letting its weight bend his wrist as the cars kept moving with the steadiness of each life that made its appearance and vanished faster than Tim could care. The first thing he remembered as he held the rod was, well the very first thing was finding the rod sticking out of a soda can and ants marching around the base of the can like it was the wall of Jericho. But then he remembered hearing about his aunt getting a pin placed in her back, a metal pin shoved into her spine so that "she didn't fall apart," as his mom had put it, sitting with the coffee cup to her lips at the kitchen table, her hair looking early-morning-terrible, the worry showing in her hands; something about his aunt's stroke and falling and near parallysis made his mom forget the coffee was right there at her face and the steam was making her cry or either she was just crying into the the steam. Then he remembered his father wrapping his fingers around the golf club, showing him how to hold it before driving. He remembers how heavy his father's clubs were, how awkward it was to swing them but putting all his strength behind it because the grass was so green and his father's smile was so big as the ball shot off the tee. He remembered Joshua who always asked to pencil fight while Mrs. Fordham went over the homework. He remembered winning. A car passed by and honked because he'd veered close to the interstate, his shoes covered in mud and his glasses fogged over. The cars never felt so fast as they did then, when he walked alongside I-95 with the soda-sticky rod that made him think twice about leaving.

Hm. I seem to have some thing with memory recently. My tense began shifting like mad as I wrote that, as did my point-of-view. Suddenly Tim became you and you were remembering things in the present. And I kept skipping words and having to go back and re-write them. I think now I am tired. I would have liked to have continued with that one, too. Now, to sleep.

7:26 AM | McKain | url | #

Merry.... day after.
My timing is not so great.

11:36 PM | McKain | url | #

lol... merry christmas people

1:29 PM | Xelent | url | #

LOL! I wondered how long it would take for someone to break the silence. You see Reg, I don't think anyone can top that Stacy quote, so there. You rule.
Merry Christmas to all!!! Have a good day folks!
Love hugs and merriment to all and to all a good night.

12:31 AM | Trace | url | #

Ack. Someone post. This is making me uneasy.

10:44 PM | McKain | url | #

Words are the soul's ambassadors, who go / Abroad upon her errands to and fro. -James Howell, writer (c. 1594-1666)

Regis has a beautiful soul.

2:51 PM | stace_m | url | #

Holy cow that is soooo beautiful man. *tear* Lord!! I will never have such great talent! Skilllsss!

12:19 AM | Trace | url | #

A Graceless Exposition
Walked down to the park today to give my watch to an empty bench (hoping someone would sit there and have an anonymous gift) and a fog had settle over the river. I caught my breath to make sure I was not seeing a mist of my own creation in the cold. There was a muted rainbow halo surrouning all the lights. The wind swept through the thick air and I could only think of waking up early in Miami on a summer morning. I remembered thinking of waking my younger sister early to go outside and play in my dad's boat in the fog. We pretended we were on the water and could see nothing.

12:06 AM | McKain | url | #

Birthday wishes, though days late and miles distant.

12:48 AM | McKain | url | #

Tenkoo!

8:57 PM | Trace | url | #

aye.... another december baby. happy belated birthday trace

10:43 AM | Xelent | url | #

LOL! No that'd be bad!! Hahah I have WAY too many of those! Thanks Jussy!

8:49 PM | Trace | url | #

Hey happy birthday Tracey. I love birthdays, we really need to come up with some birthday interface with their most embarrassing pictures or something… heheh ;)

2:51 PM | Jus | url | #

where de congo man?

11:50 AM | Xelent | url | #

You guys watch this and feel like completely talentless!
*sigh*

Ay Stef! Song!!!!

9:18 PM | Trace | url | #

4, 3, 2, 1....
earth below us..
drifting, falling....
Floating weightless....
coming coming ...home...

Alias? That another program that I don't know about which makes me feel even more computer illiterate around the likes of some of you individuals?
Ah well.

*wallows in brokage*

8:09 PM | stef | url | #

Snow!

Pretty snow!

Which will soon be grey New York sludge.
bleh.

So who knows Alias? I have my final presentation on Thursday - and I'm missing, well, almost everything.
I'll pay well...

10:08 AM | Jade | url | #

Yay! Another one coming home. Cool - unlike Gosine and Jardine!!!! *grumbles*

4:56 PM | Trace | url | #

freedom reigns... had my final crit yesterday. the intense flames of studio has just fizzled to a candle wick's light. now I can truly start counting down the days 'til I come home

5:05 PM | Xelent | url | #

Cool. However stuff like that gets me scared because uhm, that's alotta publicity. Eeks! *finds a corner in which to hide*

12:10 AM | Trace | url | #

Hot DAMN! That'd be 3 Easy 9'ers listed, as well as this site, we rock dude.

Okay I want to know how the hell the string "phys ed? go, seriously, you're outta my room." gets into the Easy 9 noframes content? I can't remember putting that there, was I drunk? Did one of you sneaker bastards edit it? Am I losing my mind...

That's from PCU, cool =)

Trippy.

10:12 PM | Jus | url | #

ouch.
that hurts, don'tcha know.

Jade takes interesting photos.

And easy9 is getting publicity. Plug your propaganda now I say.

Maybe we'll all get famous ;-)

10:01 PM | stef | url | #

This is so unintelligible to me.
notimenotimenotime....

*taps on screen*

Hello?



I'm think I'm gonna stop talking [again]. Can I post pictures?

"Sorry, publishing is temporarily unavailable."
Fucking figures.

9:10 AM | Jade | url | #