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Open Question: I feel like leaving my house!!!?

My brothers have been annoying me for years and i have just ignored it but today my brother left his facebook on, so i put on one of his pages of about 10 fans... 'im a gay sad ass and i want you to suck my willy' and then he fake cries which he does all the time so i get the blame all the time and then my mum screams like ive killed someone now i have to go to bed everynight at like 6pm and im grounded forever. There taking everything off me tomorrow over that little thing when he gets away with EVERYTHING i swear i want to kill all of them and id rather live in prison and i mean it now there winding me up about whats just happened and there is no relatives which live near and i really do feel that i should walk out. I get shouted at and moaned at everysingle day i just want to stab them!!! And my brothers always annoy me by standing in front of me naked and saying suck ittttttt! Thats another reason why i posted that on facebook because its true! Just looking at them males me want to smack them sometimes if he is annoyed of somrthing he will cry and say i hit him and then i get shouted like shit i swear i canttake it anymoree!!!!!!!!! im 15 :( and i wish i was 16 and the second comment thanks i might do that but my stepdad has such a deep and harsh voice  more

Open Question: I have had my hamster for 7 months and she still isn't friendly to me! How can I get her used to me?

My hamster, Rhino, is a pretty mean hamster, and I swear, I do NOT hurt her! She is a 7 month old dwarf hamster, and I heard that they are supposed to be really friendly. . . She she isn't! If you put your finger in her cage, she run at you and attack it! She sometimes makes this weird noise and runs at you (trying to bite you of course), it sounds like a toy being wound up. I can't pick her up without setting a toilet paper roll in front of her so she'll walk into it! She had a sister that ran away, and they were together since birth, and her sister (Ninja) was very nice but Rhino wasn't, so I don't think she's depressed or anything! Does anyone know how to make her sop biting? ? ? ? ? I got her from some breeders when she was maybe 3 months old, and even then, when they stuck their hand in there to get her, she bit them! I wash my hands before i pick her up, so she doesn't smell food on my hands or anything either. If someone says tear he teeth out (that has been suggested before), you're getting reported :)  more

Resolved Question: Do you like the begining of my story?

Ryan and I were lying on our tummies in front of each other, eating pepperoni pizza, and asking life questions. “Okay, I’ve got one,” I whispered, because it was midnight and I didn’t want my Dad to hear. “Um… If you could go anywhere, with anyone, where would you go and who would you take?” I smiled and waited for his answer. “I would take you to Paris.” He answered simply. He knew I always have wanted to go to Paris. “No you wouldn’t! Shut up!” I giggled quietly, but then I saw how serious his face was and fell silent. The pressure of his eyes were burning into me and making me feel exited, like never before… I closed my eyes and inched forwards and before I knew it, his lips were on mine and we were kissing passionately. His smooth lips were soft, but had an urgency, like he’d been waiting his life for this moment with me. I felt his hand slip up the back of my top, as smooth as a snake and as gently as water, undoing my bra with one effortless movement. The pizza squished against my thigh as I unbuttoned his top and winded my fingers around his chest hair. But then reality came back and the bolts on my door rattled. I shoved Ryan away from me and jumped in bed. “Hide!” I whispered fiercely to Ryan as he rolled under the bed, taking the pizza with him. My Dad stormed in and ripped the covers off me, slapping me across the face as he did. He saw I was fully clothed in shorts and T-shirt, then he noticed the pizza stain on my thigh. “What the hell is this?” He grabbed my top strap and yanked me up to his head and spat in my ear. Then the worst happened… He noticed my bra strap undone and hanging down. My heart hammered as I saw him slowly realise what I had done or been doing. I watched him unclip his belt and swing it towards me. I woke up with pain searing my body; I could smell the sweet smell of blood around me, and the memories of a few minutes before flooded back. Dad had whipped me, and punched me until I had bruises coming up everywhere. This wasn’t the first time he’d got angry over nothing, I should had been more careful. I froze as I heard footsteps coming towards me in the blackness. Was it Dad coming to abuse me again? But then smooth loving hands wrapped around me and Ryan was whispering in my ear. After he’d washed me and put cream on my slashed arms and legs, he said, “I’m so sorry, I should have helped you. I’m just a coward,” “No! It wasn’t your fault! I should have been more careful!” I whispered back “You’re the bravest girl in the world.” He replied. After that we walked back into my room and said goodnight. His house is just across from my house so he slipped out the window. That night I was restless and sore, by the time Ryan had gone it was about six thirty; almost time for school. How can I improve? Any comments will be read and appreiciated fully! Thanks!x  more

Open Question: To females whats your views on this event?

The other day I was at a quite bus stop and there was this pretty female sitting alone, so i stood infront of her with my back turned and i pulled my pants and underwear down to my to my ankle and i slouched my bottom down to the ground and poed right in front of her, she looked stunned but then actually laughed. She got up and moved another side. I was suprised she didn't go but stood there waiting for bus still, i tried to get further attention, so had my pants to my ankle went closer and passed wind. Some occasions ive shown my penis to random females.  more

Open Question: This world changes fast. What should I do now that she is back on my radar?

Okay, it is a bit complicated; it all started since the last semester of my senior year in high school, it is hard for a guy who is not very good at story telling to tell such a long winded story, so please bear with me. I used to really like this girl who was a friend of mine. I confessed my feeling to her back in March 2009, but I got rejected *sad*. It was awkward for both of us for about 2 weeks. Eventually, I broke the ice and start talking to her again; we went back to being friends. I still liked her very much. However, I left her alone because I respect her and her decision. So everything was going alright (meaning being friends, she invited me to play tennis with her as friends. etc) until the end of June 2009 when she suddenly decided to cut all ties with me out of blue literally. Not only did she remove me from her friends on fb, she also blocked me. Long before that point, I had already made myself very clear that I just want to be friends with her. I was hurt the second time *sad again because she won’t even accept me as her friend*. Throughout the rest of summer, I had about 3 brief phone conversations with her, and I didn’t mention about her fb blockade on me in any of them because I didn’t want to make her feel awkward. Before I left for college, I found my self-arranged piano cover I made for her when I really liked her. After the rejection, I’ve given up on the idea of presenting it to her. But then, I thought: “Both of us will embark on our separate journey of life (She went to college in Canada, and I went to college in Austin, Texas). I probably would never see her again or have a chance of letting her know how much I liked her again (I still liked her secretly at that point). I mean she is the first girl I ever felt so strongly about, and she changed me in many positive ways. Whether she is my girlfriend or not, she is very special to me (the first love is unforgettable). You made this for her, so give it to her. What is there to lose? You will never see her again,” so yeah, I played it and gave it to her as a gift for her birthday. Based on the some feedback from mutual friends, she seemed to like it and watch it from time to time. I’ve tried everything I can to get over her during my freshman year in college. It had been hard. I’ve even tried dating other girls just to get over her. Now let’s fast forward to June 2010. I went to register for summer school at a local community college. In the line of people waiting to get their class registered, I saw HER standing right in front of me in that line. I didn’t call her name or do anything to try to contact her because I had so many things going on in my head at that moment, and I don’t know how she would react. However, before she left the building, she turned around and saw me. She stopped and stared at me for about 2 seconds and then waved at me, and I did the same back. After I’ve gone back home, I found out that she has lifted the fb ban on my profile on that very same day I saw her, therefore I send her a friend request, and she accepted it 3 days later. We’ve had a short conversation on facebook chat the other day. She told me she is transferring from the Canadian College she went for the freshman year to the college I am attending, which was why she is taking summer school, and the apartment complex she is going to live in is right next to mine. So the current situation is that instead of never seeing ever again, I will be seeing her a lot in the next three years. She seems a bit reluctant to talk to me right now at least face to face I don’t know why, probably because she is feeling embarrassed/awkward by the song I made for her and the fact that I used to like her? Again I don’t know. right now I just want our relationship to go back to the way it was, normal. What should I do? What is her thought on me right now? I still want to have a chance with her in the near future because she is a really nice girl. here is the link to the song i was talking about. this one isn't the original which is better and only for her. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFOjCVQH6DA  more

Open Question: What is wrong with my mind? Damage maybe? Please read entire page!?

I lose focus a lot. I always forget the smallest things, like taking out the trash daily, making my bed, or even going in the refrigerator and 2 seconds later, I forget why I went in. My grandmother tells me to go get something from the trunk of the car, and 10 seconds later, she comes out and I'm looking in the backseat! I don't do it deliberately, and the weird thing is, when I'm doing these tasks, my mind isn't there, despite my efforts to focus. My mind changes like the wind:She tells me to take out the trash, and I do it no problem. But when I'm walking it to the trash, my mind suddenly starts replaying scenes from a movie, or sometimes a song, or even my next research paper. School is deathly serious to me. Without a good education, you can't earn massive money, which means you can't get basic survival needs, and then you eventually shut-down. Die, in other words. When I spend an hour trying to "think" my brain to exhaustion, sitting still and staring into space, nothing goes through my mind, so this fix completely backfires. When I have to do something meaningful, something important, my mind just isn't there. Don't take this the wrong way please, but I also have an unnatural revulsion, disgust, and contempt for homosexuals. I asked one of my very intelligent friends what he would do. He suggested trying to watch a gay pride march on youtube. FIVE SECONDS after the movie started, I was gagging, my blood was boiling, my teeth were bared, and my mind swarmed with anger and rage. My mind was literally in flames, I saw a mental video of extremely powerful flames burning these people alive. I've read the Bible, and I've read the descriptions of hell, and I'm a Christian. But this was different. Its like having a storm of fire take over your mind completely. I was not raised to hate these people, its almost as if I was born with it. I can't even see them as human. Strangely, I suffered no nightmares. Allegedly, I've walked in front of cars without realizing it. I do fine in school, 3.6 for my last GPA. I'm also a master of video games, I can memorize maps, locations, enemy-specific weapon types, gun designations, and so on. For a sense of scale, I have every inch of the Containment map for Halo 2 memorized in color detail. As if to prove that I truly cannot turn this memory loss on and off: I might be on a mission, I have the map memorized, but I'll fly the fighter to the wrong end of the map. I'll forget which way I'm flying or running in the game. So it doesn't just affect people who depend on me, it torments me too. I'll turn on my mp3 and sit in my chair,(I'm a music fanatic), but I will completely forget where I put my headphones. Mentally recriminating myself for misplacing the 50$ gadget, I walk downstairs and ask if anyone's seen my headphones. I'm then asked why I'm asking such a stupid question. I am shocked. I go through every room, nothing. I return and ask again. On the advice of my mother, I look in the mirror. They're around my neck. Big headphones, not little earbuds. And I forget that they're there. I can memorize entire pages in books, and recite them word for word from memory. I have been diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome, but the strange short term-memory failure, fading in-and-out of focus, and lack of empathy for gays is NOT part of the description. I keep hearing that I don't pay attention, I can't focus, I've recieved accusations of being a sociopath and a psychopath, that I'm hateful and clumsy, that I'm hopeless, an idiot, a moron, and so on. In school, I'm completely focused. In TKD and Krav Maga, my mind is sharp and I can detect punches by changes in the air, with perfect accuracy. Every word my instructor speaks is recorded and stored. Ask me to do something so simple as watering the plants outside though, 4 areas in total, and I'll remember to do the three in front, but forget the one at the back. I'll go to TKD, but I'll forget my drink in the refrigerator. And strangely, I'll forget its in there when I'm exhausted and sweating when I get home! I almost always forget to do the dishes, take my medicine, and wear earplugs in the shower(I have ear tubes). One of my medications is for acid reflux, which can cause esophageal cancer if I forget to take it. I know it will kill me years from now, but despite how important I know it is, despite my efforts, taking it just is not in my mind unless I am reminded. I walk right by it in the morning, and go straight for the cereal. At night, I go to sleep without so much as glancing at it. I was abused in my childhood physically, verbally, and emotionally. I never had many friends, despite being in good physical shape and 6'4. I was bullied from grades 1-10, when I finally put a swift and painful end to it. The last bully suffered a headache from an unfortunate "accid I don't blow up in public. I simmer inside, sometimes I scowl or narrow my eyes, and sometimes my voice turns dark. But that is the extent. No, I wait until I get home, lock myself in my room, and write my anger down on paper. Then I destroy it. People might be able to tell if I'm angry, but I know blowing up in public is not appropriate, and therefore I don't do it. Did that when I was younger, was cracked across the face, never did it again. My father was quite instructive.  more

Resolved Question: Do you feel sometimes we all need a wee laugh or we would go crazy?

My friend told me this is the type of letters of complaints, they get in the council she works for. extracts from letters sent to various Councils and Housing Associations throughout the U.K. I want some repairs done to my cooker as it has backfired and burnt my knob off. I wish to complain that my father hurt his ankle very badly when he put his foot in the hole in his back passage and their 18 year old son is continually banging his balls against my fence. I wish to report that tiles are missing from the outside toilet roof. I think it was bad wind the other night that blew them off. My lavatory seat is cracked, where do I stand. I am writing on behalf of my sink, which is coming away from the wall. Will you please send someone to mend the garden path. My wife tripped and fell on it yesterday and now she is pregnant. We are getting married in September and she would like it in the garden before we move house. I request permission to remove my drawers in the kitchen. 50% of the walls are damp, 50% have crumbling plaster and the rest are plain filthy. I am still having problems with smoke in my new drawers. The toilet is blocked and we cannot bath the children until it is cleared. Will you please send a man to look at my water, it is a funny colour and not fit to drink. Our lavatory seat is broken in half and is now in three pieces. Would you please send a man to repair my spout. I am an old age pensioner and need it badly. I want to complain about the farmer across the road; every morning at 6a.m., his cock wakes me up and now it's getting too much for me. The man next door has a large erection in the back garden, which is unsightly and dangerous. Our kitchen floor is damp. We have two children and would like a third, so please send someone round to do something about it. I am a single woman living in a downstairs flat and would you please do something about the noise made by the man I have on top of me every night. Please send a man with the right tool to finish the job and satisfy my wife. I have had the Clerk of the Works down on the floor six times, but I still have no satisfaction. This is to let you know that our lavatory seat is broken and we can't get BBC2. My bush is really overgrown around the front and my back passage has fungus growing in it. ...and he's got this huge tool that vibrates the whole house and I just can't take any more. ...that is his excuse for dogs mess that I find hard to swallow.  more

Open Question: What percentage of the world's population do you think would be behind any religion that...?

...successfully demonstrated any claim, EVER, that they made, to the same standard to which we hold any modern element of science or technology? For instance, a surgeon with a cauterizing iron can close a wound or seal blood vessels. That's what they claim to do, and that's what they do. It's not something that happens naturally that they just claim credit for - they can demonstrate it right in front of you. You don't really get the option to be sane and to not believe they have this healing power. Christian doctrine claims that people with faith in Jesus can heal the sick. The problem is, they don't "heal the sick" like surgeons cauterize wounds. If they take this part of their doctrine seriously at all (a majority of Christians don't even believe this part of their own holy text), they "heal the sick" by waggling their fingers over them or perhaps saying some words in their heads, and then, if the person in question recovers naturally (or, ironically, with the help of modern medicine), claims credit for it. Suppose any religious person, ever, was able to use their faith affect reality to the same standard of proof and repeatability that we demand of any modern science or technology. What percentage of the world do you suppose would instantly convert to their faith?  more

Resolved Question: Do you like my story so far?

Ryan and I were lying on our tummies in front of each other, eating pepperoni pizza, and asking life questions. “Okay, I’ve got one,” I whispered, because it was midnight and I didn’t want my Dad to hear. “Um… If you could go anywhere, with anyone, where would you go and who would you take?” I smiled and waited for his answer. “I would take you to Paris.” He answered simply. He knew I always have wanted to go to Paris. “No you wouldn’t! Shut up!” I giggled quietly, but then I saw how serious his face was and fell silent. The pressure of his eyes were burning into me and making me feel exited, like never before… I closed my eyes and inched forwards and before I knew it, his lips were on mine and we were kissing passionately. His smooth lips were soft on mine, but had an urgency, like he’d been waiting his life for this moment with me. I felt his hand slip up the back of my top, as smooth as a snake and as gently as water, undoing my bra with one effortless movement. The pizza squished against my thigh as I unbuttoned his top and winded my fingers around his chest hair. The bolts on my door rattled and I shoved Ryan away from me and jumped in bed. “HIDE!” I whispered fiercely to Ryan as he rolled under the bed, taking the pizza with him. My Dad stormed in and ripped the covers off me, slapping me across the face as he did. He saw I was fully clothed in shorts and T-shirt then he noticed the pizza stain on my thigh. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” He grabbed my top strap and yanked me up to his head and spat in my ear. Then the worst happened… He noticed my bra strap undone and hanging down. Do you like this? Please leave comments to help me improve! Thanks!x I'm sorry its not for younger people! Its a bit dodgy! x  more

Open Question: An "I Asked" poem, comments and critique please?

I asked the grass why it was green And it whispered and grew in front of my eyes I asked the moon why it was white And it smiled and lit the dark night sky I asked the bird why it could fly and I couldn't And it tried to speak, but I couldn't understand I asked the sun to rise And it said it was too tired to face another day I asked the rose to bloom And it did and the thorns didn't pick me I asked the winds why they blew petals away And they slowed down, and brushed my cheeks I asked myself why I was so sad And the bird flew The sun came up The wind floated by And I kept quiet And everything was perfect  more

Open Question: What do you think of my story?

It's for a contest - Freddie Tomlinson stood at the metal archway, the sign on it reading 'Graveyard' in vine-covered bubble letters. It was frightening, to say the least, to be standing there at one am on such an eerie night as this one. The sky was a blank black, no moon or stars interrupting it's constant darkness. The wind seemed to have picked up on the sky's intentions, as well, and played along with it by howling every few seconds or so. Freddie shivered as the cold wind hit him, his unzipped jacket swaying along with it until it had stopped. “Scared, Mr. T?” Almost instantly Freddie whipped his head to his right to look at Travis, his blonde curly hair looking as motionless as ever under the mounds of hair gel. “No, dude, hand me a flashlight -I'm going first.” Freddie's words came out cocky, but Travis still smiled at him, knowing his friend was terrified. “First? You know we had a drawing. You're last, Mr. T.” Rolling his eyes, Freddie turned his head back to the graveyard. Just the sight of one gravestone gave him the shivers, but he knew he had to go through with this as did his theatre group. 'This' was to go out into the supposed most haunted area in the graveyard and see how deep everyone can dig up a grave before getting freaked out. Winner gets to sing solo at the next performance, loser gets a silent role. And, quite frankly, Freddie wanted that solo. So as the minutes past, and member after member came back with shaking hands and sweaty foreheads, Freddie's stomach seemed to vanish. And when Travis threw a shovel in his hand and winked at him, his mouth saying, “Dig deep, Mr.T.”, all Freddie's ears' could acknowledge was the howling off the wind. Ignoring this, Freddie marched on through the graveyard and kept his mind on happy things. Performing, soccer, winning the lottery, not dying... “AHH!” In a few blinding seconds, Freddie fell deep into a hole. He landed like a lump atop a slick black case, longer than the length of his body. His left arm dispensed itself of it's own blood in the small area where it had landed on the shovel. For a couple of seconds he laid there, motionless, before deciding to roll over and sit up. In doing so, though, a growing pain formed in his right side as his vision blurred. He looked up, expecting to the slate black sky, but instead saw a head with skin as pale as chalk looking down at him. Freddie let out a shriek and scooted backwards, his back meeting dirt that caged him from furthering himself from the face. The chalk-skin face chuckled, and in the blink of an eye was sitting in front of Freddie. This time he didn't shriek as he realized that the...thing?....was wearing jeans, converse, and a red-stained white t-shirt. He looked to be about 18, his black hair hanging loosely at his shoulders. Dark circles had accumulated themselves under his eyes, which matched perfectly with the constant black sky. “Now what's the name of the person who thinks they can bleed on my coffin? You'll only make me more anxious.” Freddie felt his breath get caught in his throat, the sounds of the things voice like knives piercing his eardrums. Taking a moment to breathe, though, Freddie finally mustered, “W -w -what are you?” It came out in a hushed tone, the wind quieting down for him to be heard by the thing. Still, Freddie doubted that the wind needed to do that -he felt like the thing could have heard him through a hurricane. “I'm a vampire, child.” The vampire spit out at him, grinning at every syllable he pronounced in pride. “And since we don't seem to have anything to clean that cut with, I'll save you from disease.....” ~~-~~-~~-~~-~~ One week later, everybody had heard about it the incident of Freddie Tomlinson's supposed murder. He had been found the next morning by his theatre group, his body cold and pale as it leaned against the vine infested archway to the graveyard. When the doctors had finished examining the body, they noted that it was completely drained of all blood, the only suspect a small gash on his left arm.... LOL, no, it's his nickname. His last name is Tomlinson @James White - Wow. Your hilarious. Har Har.  more

Open Question: What is better, a table top fan or a wind tower?

OK, kind of an odd question, but here is why, my house has the AC vents on the floor, the way my room is set up, my entertainment system is on the way, not on top of it, no, no, no, but it is like in front of it? Because it gets hot at night, and when i am with my gf too. Here is the blockage: http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b218/avp_bluearmy/my%20room/DSC00792.jpg This is my set-up http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b218/avp_bluearmy/my%20room/DSC00798.jpg So you get an idea how far my bed is from the Entertainment Center, a size 10 Puma shoe, a 360 controller, and a PS3 controller: http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b218/avp_bluearmy/my%20room/DSC00796.jpg and http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b218/avp_bluearmy/my%20room/DSC00796.jpg Here, i took some pictures, sorry for the messiness: I was thinking getting either a wind tower or a small table top fan right were my 360 games are far right side (i would just buy a bigger DVD rack and combine my 360 and PS3 collection on the left side of my TV) So i am wondering, what is a better buy, a wind tower, or a fan? Crap, messed up on the second close-up pic, here you go: http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b218/avp_bluearmy/my%20room/DSC00797.jpg But yeah, the fan or wind tower would be replacing my 360 games rack. (green DVD cases)  more

Open Question: DS: How hot is the weather where you live?

Here's the news for memphis: Mostly Cloudy Feels Like:105 °F Barometer:30.01 in and falling Humidity:50 % Visibility:10 mi Dewpoint:74 °F Wind:SSW 6 mph Sunrise:5:45 AM Sunset:8:14 PM So, I had to bring Taylor in the house (inside/outside dog) because it's blazing out there. Even though he has water...still..If I'm sweating by just being outside for a few minutes then I know he must be hot. We are chilling in front of the fan right now with the air on 72.....goodness. this summer is going to be hell. legit: What time do you walk your dogs? Me: I walk mines at 6:00 am in summer when it's cool, but in winter it is 9:00 am.  more

Resolved Question: Is this a good prologue and beginning to my story?

Okat so, can you please tell me what you think? Critisism is welcomed. And, can you tell me if you'd but it and if you want to read more? Thanks! Prologue: When I was 10 years old, I witnessed the mass killing of every single member of my family. I hid under the table, shaking with fear, clamping my mouth shut. I flinched every time the gun exploaded the bullet out and cried more and more when the sickening 'thud' of limp bodies hit the carpet. No normal person could have caused this, no person who hadn't learned what to do for a very, very long time. The murderer was someone ecxtremely close to me, someone who I thought I could trust with my life. Chapter 1 I pressed one foot in front of the other, balancing on the top of my toes to keep from making the ground underneath me rustle as I moved along into the pitch black night. One crunch to my left, and I whipped round to be faced with nothing but bushes being attacked by the ferocious wind. Carrying on, my patience edged to the brink. "Come out Mother, I know your here!" I called into the darkness, narrowing my eyes as if it would somehow make me see any better. "Oh I know...Darling." She spat the words from somewhere close to me. I felt a breeze against my shoulder and turned around, now staring wide-eyed at the beautiful face of my evil Mother. I shot up, the blankets falling off me immediately. Sweat drenched my forehead and my black hair clung to my face. I hate Mary-Sue's so no way is she gonna be one, :) (She's called Roxi :D) I know you didn't wanna know that, but I just thought I'd add it in :)  more

Open Question: I am adopting an abused rabbit?

I have a "friend" who has rabbits. She doesn't take care of them at all. They barely ever get fed. And I never see them with any water. I am sure they get food and water every once and a while. But I know they don't get it enough. Their cages are wire bottomed and they are caked with rabbit poop and the cages never get cleaned. I always tell her to clean it. And when I go to her house. I always give them food and water. And I clean their cages. She does not treat them well at all. When she does clean their cages she picks them up by the scruff of the neck and basically throws them into this rabbit pen she built. When she does they they get really freaked out and they scratch her and blood is drawn. when the cages are her definition of "clean" she picks them up the same way and once again basically get thrown in. As soon as they get near their cages (which I haven't mentioned are extremely small, they have barely enough room to spread out.) they start to freak out and squirm. I don;t know if its the fact the the door is too small and they way she puts them in, or they just don't want to go back in. They live outside in a redneck shack that she built. It is full of holes and when it rains they get wet. I know that this is very bad and they could and will probably most likely will get a cold. But anywho, I really want to adopt one of them. My other friend has this huge hutch that she used for her rabbit that passed on :( . She said she would give it to me for free. So I have a shelter. But my only problem is it is going to have to be outside. I think during the winter time i will be able to bring it indoors to my basement, but I am not completely sure. So if I can't, what do I do for the winter? It gets pretty cold where I live. Should I build some kind of insulated shed that I could put him in? And should I put a heat lamp in there to? It gets up to -40 degrees Celsius up here and wind chill can make it even colder. So I need some help here. What am I getting myself into? Will I ever be able to tame him? Or will he be scarred for life? I really want the best for one of them. I would take both but one of them is for their baby brother. Another thing is that he isn't neutered. Will that effect his behavior at all? I have heard that it makes them less aggressive and reduces the chance of cancer. I don't know if I will be able to get him neutered. If I do even get him. Will it be okay if I don't get him neutered? I have done a ton of research on their body language and how to care for them. But I can't find anything detailed enough about how I can make the poor bunnies life better. I really hope I will be able to tame him enough so that I can pick him up to move him without him getting freaked out and scratching me. Even if I pick them up by putting my hands under their front feet and their bottoms they still get squirmy and scared. I feel sooooooo sorry for these bunnies and I wish I could take both. But I obviously cannot. So if anyone can tell me what I am getting myself into and how I can make his life better and hopefully get him to trust me and show affection for me please please please help me. It would be very appreciated.  more

Open Question: Is this a good story?

I started writing this story for a writing competition but don't really know if it's well written or not. I'm 19 an am aiming at a young adult audience, about my age and slightly older. It is a fantasy, but does it sound too fake or childish?? Please help. The once strong fortress of the prince now abandoned, stands dishevelled in ruins amidst the beautiful countryside. It was hard to find, hidden in a valley of trees. The stone crackled pathway winds up the hill through ivy-covered archways half shaded by the huge trees and littered with red autumn leaves. As we approach the front door I see a tree spouting out from the tip of a tall chimney. Once upon a time this place was well looked after. Back when the prince had a purpose for being here, before the war, before the quiet country towns were deserted and the castle was seized and set aflame. The scorch marks around the doorframe a terrible reminder of that time. We step inside to a room of rubble, timber, broken furniture and glass shards scattering the floor. Patches of light coming through cracks in the walls illuminate the decorative arches that frame the room. Even in ruins, this place still seems fit for royalty. The staircase at the back of the room looks dangerous but we take it up anyway, cautiously treading each step through the dust and rubble. The curved metal handlebar is still completely intact and the stairs prove sturdy. I notice the wallpaper peeled and in patches. This room was once a light, sky blue. The arches divide the room and the staircase and cast us into darkness as we ascend. The light hits us as we emerge on the second floor. The huge circular window on the wall opposite is un-shaded. It’s purple curtains torn and hanging in pieces, as if defeated by the light. There is a stone fireplace in the corner and bookshelves lined up against two of the walls. This was the prince’s study and whare he would have spent most of his time. There is door leading outside to a small balcony overlooking the sea. This is probably the most important and most glamorous room in the villa but it is not the room we are looking for. Stepping over the debris we make our way to the far side and force the decayed old door open to the side room. What greets us is a small bedroom with furniture cramped in all sorts of places. This is strange find; it seems out of place in a rich, large estate. There is a wide, intricately decorated fireplace with a long thin mantel upon it. As I walk over to examine it, I step on a small broken picture frame. I turn it over. It is a picture of Her, and so my theory was proved right. This room belonged to the person we have been searching for. The story is supposed to be max 1500 words long  more

Resolved Question: Why was there only ONE cloud in the sky?

I was out walking today & spied a single cloud in the sky. I had a very large area of sky to view from a hill & there were no other clouds at all. It was, I guess, a medium sized cloud just floating there all alone. It made my imagination run a tad silly thinking it was a hermit cloud, maybe a naughty cloud made to float alone forever (or at least til it had been blown apart by the wind), or even a non-conforming cloud trying to find like minded clouds. How common are single clouds? Why do they form & look so lonely? I thought clouds were usually parts of a front or made by evaporation.  more

Open Question: hey can you tell me what do ya think of my little story hear?

well hi, my name is jonny, and i usually write songs, and or poems, but this time (after watching animal farm) i wrote this little story in about half an hour and i would like you to tell me what you think of it (btw this is the first part) the second part im finishing: Tales of a Scorched Earth It was the cold morning of January eleventh nineteen ninety six, in X City. Everyone was doing what they were supposed to do, what they were meant for. There were masses of people walking by those large avenues and more of them in tall buildings, sitting in front of computers working. Kids playing in the giant park south west of the city and coast guards driving boats in the Luckston River. Cabs driving along the more than busy streets carrying passengers to their destination, and the kids at school, studying, having fun, wasting their time like only children could waste it. People in the train, shoved inside that nearly claustrophobic metal square, traveling to wherever they had to. The most productive, the most terrible, the most perfect, the most beautiful city ever known to man, where everyone had a chance, where no one had an enemy, where everything seemed to be perfectly fine and quiet and ordered. I was 5 years old, and I remember being sick, I can’t remember my sickness completely, nor can I remember the name. But I do know that this sickness made me pass out for indeterminate periods of time and wake up with no memory of the last hours. Before I thought it was just that, a sickness, then I realized it was my punishment, my own personal hell… that what it was. I remember being in a white room, staring at an unknown roof. My mother stood by the side of my bed. I smiled at her and she kissed me in the cheek. I was about to say “hi” when my mother and I saw that light, from a hospital bed, we saw a shining light. Then the light became darker and darker and darker until we saw it was not a ray of sun, it was not a reflection on the window…. We saw, or at least she saw, what it really was. I was just a child, I can’t remember much of what happened that day, all I know is that a black, circular airplane flied over the city and then dropped a small pill, smaller that the tip of my index finger. The dark light formed a giant ball of energy, it spread through the city, eating the flesh and bones of the people, and tearing buildings apart like paper. I remember people screaming, I remember opening my eyes and going blind, but not forever. Suddenly I was on my mother’s arms, she was running, I was crying. She was on an elevator and I was still on her arms being protected by her. At that time my father was in his office, working and my sister was at home studying. I remember going down to the basement, and fading out. I woke up then 2 hours later, in that creepy basement, my mother, bleeding from a wound in her forehead looked down at me with tears in her eyes. I heard noise, like static, but worst. It was a high pitched squealing sound. Like an amplifier with feedback, but more powerful. And I also heard walls falling, cars being crushed, people screaming “I’m burning, I’m burning, someone help me!”. I didn’t know what was exactly going on, but I knew it wasn’t good. Then I faded out again, for days I believe, and I don’t know what happened during that time, but I had a dream. I was walking out of my school and as I was moving through the crowd I noticed, none of them had faces. They looked all the same, and I was the only one different, I remember I saw flowers turning into wired metal cables, and walls with faces coming out of them. I saw peoples with guns, walking the streets. I was terrified, but thank God (if there is one) I woke up. My father was there with me, inside of my room in our home. I felt dizzy and funny. My father lifted me up, and gave me water. I recovered full consciousness after that. I remember he asked me if I was OK, I said yes. I remember he told me I had to see the truth, and I was confused. He walked me out the door, and I knew after seeing what I saw, that we where dammed for what lasted of our days. Everything was destroyed, bodies lying on the floor, burnt out and carbonized. People literally were melted to the ground; their organs fried and burned lying on the pavement. Buildings completely reduced to rubble, a soft ammoniac-like aroma felt in the air. I could see dark, green smoke flowing from the center of the city. I asked my father where my mother and elder sister where… he did not answered, and I started crying. He walked with me to my backyard, and I saw it, wood crosses, with the inscriptions, “Wife, Mother, Lover”, for my mom, and “Daughter, Sister, Friend” for my sister, carved across the wood. I fell to my knees, and cried, lamenting my mother and sister’s departure. I stood there for hours, trying to digest the anger, the sadness, the melancholy that invaded my soul and ate it alive. My father lifted me up then, and told me to go to my room, and pick up al , and pick up all of my clothing. I did. I also took two more things, this diary, and a picture of my family. He took all the food we had in the house, and he also took a bible, his clothing and a gun he had for protection. He told me that we couldn’t stay in the city no more, that we had to get out, that it was a war. Of course I didn’t understand, I was 5 years old. I sat on the backseat of the car and we drove away. Ill put second part up soon  more

Resolved Question: Is Obama and his staff making inroads in world politics and partnerships?

I feel like I'm the only one who sees it, or who THINKS he sees it even if it might not be there. Consider: I have a suspicion that during the Bush Administration our world partnerships had been left in tatters and to the wind. I'm not willing to blame anyone here, that just seemed to have been the nature of things. I don't know if we will ever get a full measure of how bad or great things were any time soon. But today it seems as though we've taken positive steps to provide a somewhat unified front against adversaries N.Korea and Iran and I'm just not seeing anything we lost in this. Maybe I'm being hoodwinked. The Taliban, al-qaeda etc. are still complaining about us, though, which is fine by me. Because someone will probably mention it, I saw a full video of the Russian "snub" last year. The footage did not show a snub, but the edited version made it look like that. I'm concerned over our relationship with Israel and wish it to remain good without being one sided. I feel hated by Netanyahu, though.  more

Resolved Question: I might be adopting an abused rabbit?

I have a "friend" who has rabbits. She doesn't take care of them at all. They barely ever get fed. And I never see them with any water. I am sure they get food and water every once and a while. But I know they don't get it enough. Their cages are wire bottomed and they are caked with rabbit poop and the cages never get cleaned. I always tell her to clean it. And when I go to her house. I always give them food and water. And I clean their cages. She does not treat them well at all. When she does clean their cages she picks them up by the scruff of the neck and basically throws them into this rabbit pen she built. When she does they they get really freaked out and they scratch her and blood is drawn. when the cages are her definition of "clean" she picks them up the same way and once again basically get thrown in. As soon as they get near their cages (which I haven't mentioned are extremely small, they have barely enough room to spread out.) they start to freak out and squirm. I don;t know if its the fact the the door is too small and they way she puts them in, or they just don't want to go back in. They live outside in a redneck shack that she built. It is full of holes and when it rains they get wet. I know that this is very bad and they could and will probably most likely will get a cold. But anywho, I really want to adopt one of them. My other friend has this huge hutch that she used for her rabbit that passed on :( . She said she would give it to me for free. So I have a shelter. But my only problem is it is going to have to be outside. I think during the winter time i will be able to bring it indoors to my basement, but I am not completely sure. So if I can't, what do I do for the winter? It gets pretty cold where I live. Should I build some kind of insulated shed that I could put him in? And should I put a heat lamp in there to? It gets up to -40 degrees Celsius up here and wind chill can make it even colder. So I need some help here. What am I getting myself into? Will I ever be able to tame him? Or will he be scarred for life? I really want the best for one of them. I would take both but one of them is for their baby brother. Another thing is that he isn't neutered. Will that effect his behavior at all? I have heard that it makes them less aggressive and reduces the chance of cancer. I don't know if I will be able to get him neutered. If I do even get him. Will it be okay if I don't get him neutered? I have done a ton of research on their body language and how to care for them. But I can't find anything detailed enough about how I can make the poor bunnies life better. I really hope I will be able to tame him enough so that I can pick him up to move him without him getting freaked out and scratching me. Even if I pick them up by putting my hands under their front feet and their bottoms they still get squirmy and scared. I feel sooooooo sorry for these bunnies and I wish I could take both. But I obviously cannot. So if anyone can tell me what I am getting myself into and how I can make his life better and hopefully get him to trust me and show affection for me please please pleae help me. It would be very appreciated.  more

Open Question: plss!!!help me wit my hair....?

guys im 16yrs old and do look smart and im doin my last year at school .....there is even a chance of me gettin mr.popular in skool award....but the problem wit me is tat i dont hav hair in ma forehead (not bcauz of hair fall but i inherited it from ma dad)....i alwyas try 2 grow more hair in the front to cover tat area but most of the time it gets messy due 2 light wind and due 2 mny other reasons....i do want 2 grow hair in those area.im in chennai (india).is der any medicine for this....or will doctors cure it.....if so wat wud b d cost approximately.....plss help me!!!  more

Open Question: What are the best freeride bike components in your opinion?

A little background info first... I just recently purchased a 2010 Jamis Parker 1.0 from my bike shop as the Jamis Deal-of-the-Day. I wound up buying it at a cost of $675, almost half of the $1250 wholesale price. Because of this amazing deal, I couldn't pass it up, even though I was set on a Parker 2.0 instead. The reason it was so extremely cheap was because it was on display at the Interbike exhibit in Vegas. In fact, at 6:54 of the video, you can even see the bike that is now in my garage. (kind of interesting...) http://my.opera.com/badmadcyclist/blog/2009/09/28/2010-jamis-mountain-bikes-at-interbike Now, the real business. I'm not usually one to upgrade my bikes just because, but since i still have about $1000 left in my budget I'm wondering what components I should upgrade and which brand I should go with. For example, I was looking at upgrading the stock Kenda Nevegal 2.35's with either the Maxxis Minion or the Maxxis Ardent (probably 2.4" or something slightly larger). Because the list of components included on the bike is so long, here's a link to the spec sheet: http://www.jamisbikes.com/usa/thebikes/fullsuspension/parker/10_parker1_spec.html One final note, I *do* have a sort of mental list of components I want to replace in a tentative order. 1) Tires 2) Cranks 3) Front derailleur (might change it to a 1x9 instead of a 2x9) 4) Grips 5) Seat post (want to trim some weight off by using a carbon fiber post) 6) Cable housing and possibly cables themselves (I do have to replace them both for my rear derailleur because there is too much friction causing the rear der. to stop short when I try to shift into the smallest cog. Also, it's Jagwire housing which is a good enough reason to replace it with something like SRAM) One *more* thing. The only thing not stock on my bike are my pedals; I'm running the new Crank Brothers 50-50x red and black pedals. You can also email me at macarooni@yahoo.com if you would like to throw some ideas by me if you are unsure if it would be something I want or if its something my shop carries. Thanks everyone  more

Open Question: Are government regulations good or bad?

Here is a scenario, and if you could, provide an alternative to solving the problem. It is a bit lengthy but can be quite thought provoking. Please read. You figured out how to increase your wealth status. You purchase a piece of land in am established neighbourhood. The houses are relatively small but sit on big lots of land. You enquire at the zoning office about putting up a huge house, about 5000 sq ft. They inform you that that is against the zoning regulations. You try to change the regulations but the city council refuses to change them. Elections are coming up and thus you decide to support councillors that are more sympathetic to your ear. You inform them that you want to get the zoning laws changed big time and that perhaps they should just scrap all zoning laws since they impede progress (especially yours in increasing your wealth). "Your" councillors get elected and find there is a problem with the zoning laws. To expedite your wishes they decide that the zoning laws are faulty and decide to scrap them and try a let the market decide on what gets built where. Just as you have asked them to. It's a free for all. The small houses are being bought up, the people selling their small houses are happy because they are getting more for them than what they would have before the zoning laws were suspended. The purchasers are happy because they are getting nice parcels of land for their dream homes. Everyone is happy. Council is happy because property taxes go up due to the value of the new houses. Is there a place for government regulation or should the market decide? Then a huge pig farm corporation buys land about 1/2 mile up wind from your community. Before, when the zoning laws were valid, a pig farm proposal would have to go in front of the zoning tribunal, but now, the zoning laws are non existent and that pig farm is going to stink up the neighborhood with all those huge monster homes causing those properties to drop in value. Again, is there a place for government regulation or should the market decide? Is there a place for government regulation or should the market decide?  more

Resolved Question: What are your thoughts on "the most beautiful girl"?

[Its a poem and I did not write it.] No, she’s not Diana Hayden nor is she Sushmita Sen, Not even Aishwarya Rai, Who is this girl then? No, she does not flash her legs nor walk down the aisle semi-nude For her such things are unthinkable, sacrilegious and downright rude Miss World, Miss Universe, Miss “Anything”, She does not aspire to be She shuns all kinds of publicity in privacy she would rather be Never in a swimming costume will she for a camera pose Yes, she’s the ‘girl in hijaab’ more beautiful than a rose! Those who’re ’stripped’ of modesty will ’strip’ for any cause Whether on a lonely beach or in front of a full house In their naked greed they dance In pursuit of earth’s glory Is there a thing more vulgar than a woman devoid of modesty? In the name of freedom all moral values are now defined Vulgarity, nudism, nakedness are steps to fame that wind Those who are of rotten minds call it freedom of “female” species Yet, they exploit them a-plenty, whenever and wherever they please. But for their terrible transgressions maybe they are not fully to blame, The Muslims forgot their duty and let them live in shame Incumbent upon the Muslims it was to promote good and stop all vice If they had done their duty such situations wouldn’t arise Back to our girl in hijaab much loved in Allah’s sight She is darling of all the angels Heaven beckons to her, by right She’s a simple Muslim Girl Yet more beautiful than a full moon The brightness of her face is all “Noor” can there be a greater boon? Modesty is her birth right without it, she’d feel lost “Shamelessness” is a Devil’s tool that she avoids at any cost No, she does not commit sinful acts nor to base desires give vent In studies, salah, zikr and tilawat much of her time is spent In obedience of Allah’s commands she does all the things wise And the riches that she scorns befits a “Princess of Paradise” Our beloved Prophet (PBUH) said modesty is a part of faith For those who follow not we solemnly lay a wreath No, she’s not Diana Hayden nor she is Sushmita Sen Nothing on earth would entice her Rupees, Dollars or Yen! Salaams.  more

Open Question: Gang of youths fighting with knives on a inner city estate in Erdington Birmingham UK?

Gang of youths fighting with knives on a inner city estate in Erdington Birmingham UK 2010. I live on the Pype Hayes Estate in the Erdington area of Birmingham, I've been living here for a year and a half now, ...last month there were several car break-ins and several car thefts with joy-riding happening at least once a week on the estate, my car was smashed up, scratched wind-screen cracked and smashed completely and it looked as if they burnt the inside of my car out, the next day I had it off with the yobs. It was 8:20 pm there around 13 or 14 black african youths all wearing hoods and some on bikes, there were 2 cars aswell which I don't know if they owned or if they were stolen, anyway they were smoking cannabis and maybe something else as they were very very hyper and aggitated, I asked them if they knew anything about the recent spate of car crime including my car which was damaged the night before, (it is believed by locals this gang are selling , cannabis, crack & heroin on the Pype Hayes Estate) they started swearing at me and even spitting at me all wearing hoods so I can't see their faces even with some of them wearing bandanas of the same colour (maybe gang related coloured bandanas for the area I don't know) they told me to f**k out of the ''endz/estate'' and before I knew it I had some sort of pen knife waved in front of my face and they were saying ''move now from this spot in the ends or goons will shank you up and nank your neck out fam'' I just walked away but they are constantly now in groups of 20 on the estate all wearing same coloured bandannas hooded jackets still smoking drugs I believe they're selling drugs on the estate and threatening locals and still vandalising cars on the estate. Shall I tell the police about this incident or not because me and my neighbours fear the gang will retaliate as they have threatened another neighbour on the estate of actually stabbing them and burning them to death in a car and even threatening to shoot them, and I really would not put it past this gang that they will do that, should I ring the police or leave it??  more

Resolved Question: What kind of psychic am I? And do I owe my Medal of Heroism award to spirits?

To be honest, I've just opened myself up to the idea. I get "feelings" from people, most of all. I can sense if someone comes from happiness or sorrow, their emotions (even if they're hidden), and I have had dreams about people that are revealing. I know that sounds like "Well, it's just a coincidence." I dreamed of my best friend's favorite food (spaghetti with ketchup) and of his middle school bus number- and we went to different schools! It's a 3 digit number, so I had 1 in 999 chance of getting that! It seems the more emotionally attached I am to someone, the more I find out, and that's just one case. Today I did a small exercise. We were in Wendy's and Chance (the person buying me food) went to go to the bathroom. I closed my eyes and washed myself of all the other people's energy's and my own. I tried to sense when he came back. About 5 minutes later, my heart fluttered and in my mind I said "now" and he came up behind me not but 2 sec later and sat down. Normally, I sense things or get feelings as soon as I'm about to fall asleep (which is when I believe I start dreaming), but last Sunday when we went camping (with my best friend Chris, of course and 10 others), I was just about to fall asleep when I woke up suddenly, with this strange omnipresence and the kind of electric energy of a thunderstorm about to happen. I thought someone in the next tent was watching me, so I peeked out of the tent's side slits. No one was there. The feeling persisted, and I tried to ignore it. Then, I got this strong mental image of an old woman smiling at me, like she was happy, but worried (you know the kind of pained smiles that people get). I got out of the tent and I sensed 4 presences. One in front of me and a bit off to the left (about 4 ft away), 2 people by the tree to my left (with one I "imaged" leaning against it), and one near the back of the tent. She was the only female, and she seemed to be the "leader" of them, if there is such a thing. Then, I thought I heard a scraping sound by the tree, but no wind was blowing. I stayed for about 2 and a half minutes, not saying anything. I moved over to the weeds behind the tent to relieve myself. As I walked over there, I still felt watched. When I was peeing, though, I didn't, and I figured I'd be the most paranoid then. When I was done and walking back, I felt watched though. I got in the tent and the following day, Kevin (who was camping with us) had a seizure. I felt unnaturally calm when he did, and I helped him with abnormal clarity (he was a diabetic with hypoglocima). I remembered facts about siezures from 7th grade (going into Senior year) and everything I could from a 1st Aid book I read years and YEARS ago. I am being applied for the Medal of Heroism, which is the highest award in ROTC/JROTC and is the only award you can recieve wearable in the 3 Military Branches, which I had made plans to sign into. Do I owe this esteemed award to spirits, and what kind of psychic am I? I never had sensations of spirits before that...  more

Open Question: please help! injured animal on my hands and i have no idea what to do..?

Today while cutting my lawn i found a field mouse. It has a cut near its neck/front leg. I was going to try and put it out of misery but once i picked it up i realized it wasn't bleeding and it could move just fine. I took it home and i fed it some strawberries and gave it water which it downed both. If it moves around fine, even though it has a deep gash on its side, will it survive? Can the wound heal itself? You can see pink fleshy/muscle? But no blood. and like i said, it moves around with no drag...also, should i clean the wound? thankyou  more

Open Question: What do I do about a dog's wound?

My brother's dog is staying with my parents for a few weeks. When my brother dropped him off, we noticed that he had a small brush burn on the front of his paw. My brother said that he accidentally cut too close with the clippers (which he doesn't often do). I've just come back to visit after two weeks and the wound is now a bit bigger and very red/inflamed because the dog is constantly licking and messing with it. If he's awake, he's licking it. I know that my parents really can't afford a visit to the vet unless it's absolutely necessary. Is there anything we can do to try and get it to heal? Anything we could buy at PetSmart and attempt to wrap it up on our own? Suggestions would be appreciated!  more

Resolved Question: How do you heal a cat's open wound? Any animal doctors?

My outdoor cat came home from running away for 7 days and we saw that her collar was not only on her neck, but through one of her front arms as well. From the tightness of her collar by her "armpit" that area's fur came off and has made a very deep cut that made a deep infection. We want ways how to heal it. Please help! And I will look at every answer, and please use trusted resources. Thanks :)  more

Resolved Question: Why do Christians blow their nose in restaurants?

Why do Christians blow their nose in restaurants ? this is not the right place to do that ! why they also break wind in front of you ! they spit wow !! strange culture ! strange habits ! What a silly religion my God !  more

Resolved Question: A couple questions i have?

Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the car-pool lane? Can you cry under water? If a man alone in the woods said something would a woman still say he was wrong? Can Bald people have Hairline fractures? What's the difference between a novel and a book? How old are you before it can be said you died of old age? If nobody buys a ticket to a movie do they still show it? If someone owns a piece of land, do they own it all the way to the center of the earth? If you have a cold hot pocket, is it just a pocket? If humans evolved from monkey's/apes, why are they still here? Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle? Why is the show called unsolved mysteries? if they were solved they wouldn't be mysteries. Do penguins have knees? Why is it said that an alarm clock is going off when really its coming on? How come people tell you not to stand in front of an emergency exit when if there was an emergency surely you would run through it? Why did Sally sell seashells on the seashore when you can just pick them up anyway? In libraries, do they put the bible in the fiction or non-fiction section? Why are both of Spongebob's parents round like sea sponges while he is square like a kitchen sponge? Does a two-humped camel store more water than a one-humped camel? If you pamper a cow, do you get spoiled milk? Why is it that if someone yells "duck" they are helping you, but if they yell "chicken" they are insulting you? If the FBI breaks your door down do they have to pay for it? If they have angel food cake on earth, do they have people food cake in heaven? If you fart and burp at the same time, would it make a vacuum in your tummy? Do they call a fortune teller who cant see a "blind seer"? Why do you put two cents in when its only a penny for your thoughts? Can you cry underwater? You know the signs on restaurant doors? No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service? what if someone goes in with No Pants? Would the restaurant still have to serve them? If an African elephant comes to America, is it an African-American elephant? Why doesn't flavored gum turn your mouth that color? If a doctor suddenly died while doing surgery, would the other doctors work on the doctor or the patient? Why do we sing "Rock a bye baby" to lull our little ones to sleep when the song is about putting your baby in a tree and letting the wind crash the cradle to the ground? Why do we say we're head over heels when we're happy? Isn't that the way we normally are? If the Wicked Witch of the West melts in water... how did she ever bathe? If bald people work as chefs in a restaurant,do they have to wear hairnets? Why do sleeping pills have warning labels that state :'Caution: May Cause Drowsiness? Do nudists have pin-ups of people with clothes on? How can Darth Vader breathe and talk at the same time? If there's a wheelchair-bound comedian, is it still called "stand-up"? When the French swear do they say pardon my English? Do people who use sign language see little hands in their head when they think about what somebody said, or do they hear the words in their head? How did Walt Disney figure out how to make people pay to stand in lines all day? Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized? Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white? Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet? Why do they call someone "late" if they died early? Why are the adjectives 'fast as' and 'slow as' often used in conjunction with hell, is hell slow or fast? If the serving size on a can of soda is one can, then why is the serving size on the little can one can, too? Wouldn't the little cans be 2 cans? If a king is gay and marries another guy what is that guy to the royal family? Why are red buttons always the most important? How is chess considered a sport? Why is it when your sleeping it`s called drool but when your awake its called spit? If a hermaphrodite got sent to a certain gender prison, which one would it get sent to? If a teacher were to teach a younger grade than they were teaching before, would they be "degraded"? If you get chemo-therapy do you lose your pubic hairs? Would you die if you didn't pee? Why does every Abraham Lincoln impersonator sound the same, even though there are no known audio recordings of the man? How's come people tell you to stay a kid for as long as you can. Yet the moment you do anything childish or immature they tell you to grow up. Why does the Easter bunny carry eggs? Rabbits don't lay eggs. When Atheists go to Court, they can't swear on the bible, can they? If marbles are not made of marble, why are they called marbles? If you dig a hole through the center of the  more

Resolved Question: Is this a good beginning to my story?

Okay so, please tell me what you think and if you'd bye it, also, if you want to read more. If there's any mistakes, please tell me! :D : I knew it was a dream as soon I stepped onto the muddy grass. I pressed one foot in front of the other, balancing on the top of my toes to keep from making the ground underneath me rustle as I moved along into the pitch black night. One crunch to my left, and I whipped round to be faced with nothing but bushed being rustled by the ferocious wind. Carrying on, my patience edged to the brink. "Come out Mother, I know your here!" I called into the darkness, narrowing my eyes as if it would somehow make me see better. "Oh I know...Darling." She spat the words from somewhere close to me. I felt a breeze against my shoulder and turned around, now staring wide-eyed at the beautiful face of my evil Mother. agh sorry, I mean bushes*  more

Voting Question: As A Reader, Would You Buy This Novel? As A Publisher, Would You Publish it ?

Chapter One : Rejection June 1842, The icy-cold wind whirled through the decaying leaves as they rustled against the branches, with a single crack the stem fell off the maple into a pond, swaying back and forth in the air down towards it. A few drops splashed out as the multiple ridges moved across the center of the pond when the leaf touched its surface, floating where it was blown, flipping over and over rapidly. The sparrows that had perched on the willow jutted their feathers out and protruded up into the open space, flapping and swooping towards the sunrays as they glittered off their tiny beaks that from the distance it looked like a couple of shiny stars. The clouds were scuttling across the ultra bright sky as a gust of wind rocked the top of the trees so wildly that it was as if it was going to shake the entire forest apart. The shadows huddled around each other, dimming the sunbeams that appeared to be emerging through the mist as they gleamed in every particular direction. The diffused light on the horizon reflected off the inundated swamps. The odor was nauseating to the fireflies, but still, some of them hovered over them, their wings refracted the flickering light in the cold atmosphere. The dew drop slid along the midrib of the daisy down its tip and trickled into marsh, plink, plink, plink. The liquid percolated down through the fissures in the pebbles that surrounded the daisies field. "Beautiful", she mumbled under her breath, and she rested her back against the trunk of the beech, clenching her fingers down into the sand and letting each grain slip through them while fumbling its texture with her thumb. Her brownish-orange hair windblown as she stared at the sand scattering in the air, dispersing towards a boy who sat just a few feet away from the tree. His brushed aside hair, with a few chopped black-shiny strands was half-way tucked behind his left ear as the released hairs were flipped back and forth across his forehead, but he still could manage to gaze through the narrow spaces that were between every two hairs. He squinted at her, pulling up his slender, goat-like legs and wrapped his arms around them, clasping his hands together. "Yes it is…" he replied, too quiet to allow her to hear, and smiled sheepishly. He did not face her, it was like he was talking to someone else, someone invisible. A flashing crystal-light sparkled across his front teeth and glinted off her face as he turned to meet her eyes. He could not; she looked down at the ripe grass right after she had caught his stare. They sprouted out of the soil underneath, poking up through the shallow water around them as it licked along their stalks. She fiddled with the leaves beside her, enjoying the crashing sound her fingers had made as the autumnal leaves were smashed against them, and smiled back. It was not the smile he had been expecting to see on her face, not even close. It was a cheap-contemptible smile that broke into a smirk as he pushed his glasses higher the bridge of nose and turned his greenish eyes all the way down her arm. "I…I mean beautiful", he stuttered in the same level of tune. He was closer this time; the upper side of his body was angled towards her. His eyes were still down, he slid his palm across the wet grass slowly towards hers, spreading the fingers as far apart from each other as possible as he ran them through it. "Hey, I'm Harry" he paused, "Harry Stanly to be exact, so um…why are you here? I mean it's not like I don't want you to be here…I'm just…" he said, diffidently, reluctant to let the words out the way he wanted them to. She heard him better than she had in the beginning, and scanned his face for a long moment. It was a very long moment, he could feel her eyes on every little pore of his face, but he stood still, not moving an inch. "So what do you think…?" he asked after a few minutes, waiting for her response. She did not answer, her forehead puckered up into tiny creases that accentuated the frown line across it as he continued, irritated by his questions. Harry did not notice it, and it seemed as if she did not even care whether he did or not. The dazzle light that glittered off his round glasses blinded her as it was deflected from the blistering sun, flashing across the reflective glasses, flickering like a pair of flashlights against his ivory skin. She inched away, avoiding him. Her hand screened her eyes from the burning sun, shading her freckled cheeks. The way she held it up looked as if she was trying to ignore him on the same occasion .Her knees edged the opposite way, and so her back, as if he never existed.  more

Resolved Question: Is it ever o.k. to blame the victim?

If a person walks out into traffic without looking both ways and becomes the victim of being hit by a car, is that person to blame for walking into traffic without looking both ways? If a person leaves their house with the front door wide open and becomes the victim of a robbery, is that person to blame for leaving the front door wide open? If a person shoots at another person and that person shoots back and connects, the original shooter is now the victim of a gunshot wound, is that person to blame for shooting first? If a person ingests too much cocaine and dies, becoming the victim of an over - dose, is that person to blame for ingesting too much cocaine? Can a victim ever be responsible for ANY PART of their own victimization?  more

Voting Question: Chapter One : Rejection, what do you think?

June 1842, The icy-cold wind whirled through the decaying leaves as they rustled against the branches, with a single crack the stem fell off the maple into a pond, swaying back and forth in the air down towards it. A few drops splashed out as the multiple ridges moved across the center of the pond when the leaf touched its surface, floating where it was blown, flipping over and over rapidly. The sparrows that had perched on the willow jutted their feathers out and protruded up into the open space, flapping and swooping towards the sunrays as they glittered off their tiny beaks that from the distance it looked like a couple of shiny stars. The clouds were scuttling across the ultra bright sky as a gust of wind rocked the top of the trees so wildly that it was as if it was going to shake the entire forest apart. The shadows huddled around each other, dimming the sunbeams that appeared to be emerging through the mist as they gleamed in every particular direction. The diffused light on the horizon reflected off the inundated swamps. The odor was nauseating to the fireflies, but still, some of them hovered over them, their wings refracted the flickering light in the cold atmosphere. The dew drop slid along the midrib of the daisy down its tip and trickled into marsh, plink, plink, plink. The liquid percolated down through the fissures in the pebbles that surrounded the daisies field. "Beautiful", she mumbled under her breath, and she rested her back against the trunk of the beech, clenching her fingers down into the sand and letting each grain slip through them while fumbling its texture with her thumb. Her brownish-orange hair windblown as she stared at the sand scattering in the air, dispersing towards a boy who sat just a few feet away from the tree. His brushed aside hair, with a few chopped black-shiny strands was half-way tucked behind his left ear as the released hairs were flipped back and forth across his forehead, but he still could manage to gaze through the narrow spaces that were between every two hairs. He squinted at her, pulling up his slender, goat-like legs and wrapped his arms around them, clasping his hands together. "Yes it is…" he replied, too quiet to allow her to hear, and smiled sheepishly. He did not face her, it was like he was talking to someone else, someone invisible. A flashing crystal-light sparkled across his front teeth and glinted off her face as he turned to meet her eyes. He could not; she looked down at the ripe grass right after she had caught his stare. They sprouted out of the soil underneath, poking up through the shallow water around them as it licked along their stalks. She fiddled with the leaves beside her, enjoying the crashing sound her fingers had made as the autumnal leaves were smashed against them, and smiled back. It was not the smile he had been expecting to see on her face, not even close. It was a cheap-contemptible smile that broke into a smirk as he pushed his glasses higher the bridge of nose and turned his greenish eyes all the way down her arm. "I…I mean beautiful", he stuttered in the same level of tune. He was closer this time; the upper side of his body was angled towards her. His eyes were still down, he slid his palm across the wet grass slowly towards hers, spreading the fingers as far apart from each other as possible as he ran them through it. "Hey, I'm Harry" he paused, "Harry Stanly to be exact, so um…why are you here? I mean it's not like I don't want you to be here…I'm just…" he said, diffidently, reluctant to let the words out the way he wanted them to. She heard him better than she had in the beginning, and scanned his face for a long moment. It was a very long moment, he could feel her eyes on every little pore of his face, but he stood still, not moving an inch. "So what do you think…?" he asked after a few minutes, waiting for her response. She did not answer, her forehead puckered up into tiny creases that accentuated the frown line across it as he continued, irritated by his questions. Harry did not notice it, and it seemed as if she did not even care whether he did or not. The dazzle light that glittered off his round glasses blinded her as it was deflected from the blistering sun, flashing across the reflective glasses, flickering like a pair of flashlights against his ivory skin. She inched away, avoiding him. Her hand screened her eyes from the burning sun, shading her freckled cheeks. The way she held it up looked as if she was trying to ignore him on the same occasion .Her knees edged the opposite way, and so her back, as if he never existed.  more

Voting Question: Snake bite on month old filly?

I am assuming this is a snake bite: Two days slight swelling on front pastern, no limping. Day three, REALLY swollen. Day four, small open wound appears. Day five, LARGE deep open wound. Day six, wound filling in. I did not feel excessive heat on day three and I doctored as well as I could. So the question is: Snake bite? Second question: Best medicine for deep wound? Is peroxide okay for deep wounds?  more

Voting Question: Edit my moire please? (very interesting)?

Okay so i need to break theses into paragraphs but i don't really know were its necessary and if u see could you add a (P) symbol everywhere a new paragraph should start? any other helpful critism on how i could make it better would also be aprecciated Thanks in advanced Good Times There I was sitting in the black metal bench, hearing kid’s laughter as they ran around the playground not too far away, wind blowing a fresh breeze through the trees, and there she was too. Standing in front of me, casting a shadow on me as the bright sun leaned from just over her shoulder as to see what was going on. “You won’t do it...” I said confidently as she held a half emptied bottle of water pointed directly at me. “What will you do if I do?” she responded clearly knowing she had control of the situation. “Why don’t you find out?” I answered trying to catch her on a bluff, but boy was I wrong, and by the time I realized, it was already too late. She squeezed the bottle making it rain on me with every drop of water that could possibly be left. Surprised I looked around thinking out loud the only words I could think of at that moment “ohhh..! You got me..” I brushed my face clear of water, leaned over to my book bag that was sitting just to the right of me, pulled out two fresh bottles of water and just gave her a smile. She obviously knew my intentions because she didn’t skip a heartbeat and started to move back. She just stared at me from a distance of about fifty feet away as to see what I was going to do next. “Sorry!” she said “I think were even!” still standing, waiting for my next move. I stood up from the bench and started to uncap one of the bottles as I walked to where she was now standing. Quickly she dashed to the left towards the empty grass field. “Shouldn’t have done it!” I tauntingly said as I ran trying to shorten the distance between us. Soon as I got close enough, I began to sling water at her however way I could. Throwing away the once full bottle, I began to open the next one that I had been holding on my left hand. “Ahhh! No, were even!” she plead as she ran in circles around the field, occasionally turning to look back over her shoulder to see how far apart I was. Again I slung water at her splashing all over her back some completely missing and just falling directly to the ground after just a few feet, the sun making the grass sparkle from the failed attempts to get her wet. The 20z bottles didn’t seem to last long enough, after just a couple minutes I had ran out of water. “Awww… Does someone need a hug?” I said as she stood there trying to frown but unable to hold back a smile. “Man, you got me all wet!” she replied laughing. We then slowly made our way to our book bags that were sitting at the bench. Sun was beaming rite over us, water dripping down our foreheads, we decided to just sit down to and dry off. “so what now?” I said. “I don’t know, tell me something” she replied, so for the next hour or two we just sat there talking, before we each both made our way home. Its moments like those that remind me of how grateful I should be to have people like Melanie in my life, because great friends like her only come every so often in a lifetime.  more

Voting Question: What can I do as regards bad practice by a large UK supermarket chain?

This is the 2nd time in a few weeks I have had the same thing happen, & I am pretty damned angry about it & want to kick up a fuss, & would like some advise as to how best to go about it...... Events as follows Shopping in my local Aldis supermarket, when I get to the check out, I am asked by the cashier to open my large 4 wheeled & pretty bloody obviously disabled friendly, shopping trolley...... so that he can look inside it....first time I was a bit taken a back, & automatically let him look inside, whilst complaining that I'm not happy about, as its embarrassing to be singled out in front of a queue full of people............first off he ignores me, but I persist as p'd off at been ignored......he then blames head office, & tells me its down to them & he has to do it, so ring them if I've a problem with it.....I did try, but couldn't get a reply, so put it down to experience & forget about it, but shop elsewhere for a few weeks. Today I go back to Aldis, & the same thing happens...same staff member........this time I refuse to open my trolley & remind him that he is breaking the law by insisting that I do so BEFORE leaving the shop, & question WHY he is singling me out when he has just let a whole queue of people through his check out without asking to check any of their bags............ he replies because its people with shopping trolleys who are thieving, & he's been told to do so by head office, ............. I have to open my trolley to put my shopping in, & he practically has his head in there...in front of a huge queue of people, which is highly embarrassing......... I know this shop does have problems with local Winos, as do most of the shops selling alcohol in that area, but I 'm a respectable & generally well dressed older Mum, & honestly don't look like any Wino............due to Fibromyalgia & M.E, which is the reason I need to use this Specialist disabled trolley to help me keep my balance, walk, carry things etc......I don't even drink :-/ ................ I got so flustered I ended up dropping some of my shopping on the floor.....& was left to pick it up myself, which isn't easy for me, I'm not usually soo easily embarrassed or phased but I was feeling ill & found this guys attitude awful , He still insisted it is "company policy, & to speak with them if I have a problem, but I don't understand why he was asking to rummage through my trolley, in full veiw of other customers, when there was a security guard standing at the back of the store near the door. Does anyone know what would be the best course of action as regards making a complaint against both this Man, & the Store Chain themselves, as in my opinion, this is out & out disability discrimination, as they are only targeting people with shopping trolleys, who are most likely to be using them because of health problems......lets face it, no-one actually WANTS to push one of those damned things without good reason Do you agree??, & if so does anyone know what body I can complain to, & maybe head office details, that actually get a reply?? Thank You.......apologies for the ramble ...lol....it has wound me up a bit :-/ Thanks for your responses............ but legally ( I checked earlier with a Solicitor friend) they cannot accuse you of stealing, or insist on checking your trolley or anything else UNTIL you actually attempt to leave the store without paying, .......& how many fit & able people use a 4 wheel push trolley.......in my experience......its either elderly, or people like myself with health problems Ironic thing is......the local thieves, don't use trolleys, they are well known & very brazen, & just shove stuff under their clothes  more

Resolved Question: a rewive for science?

Question 1 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) Electromagnetic energy travels in waves in space neither in waves nor in space both in waves and in space -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 2 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) If an object absorbs all colors but red, we see red white black green -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 3 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) When we say an object is hot we are describing its velocity thermal energy wavelength chemical energy -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 4 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) When you sit in front of a fire to warm your hands, it is an example of heat transfer by reflection convection radiation conduction -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 5 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) All of the following waves can travel in the vacuum of space EXCEPT ultraviolet radio waves sound waves gamma waves -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 6 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) Light energy travels in the form of sound waves electromagnetic waves convection currents radiation waves -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 7 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) The amplitude of a sound wave determines its loudness pitch frequency wavelength -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 8 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) All of the following are changes in state EXCEPT melting a solid into a liquid. freezing a liquid into a solid. converting a solid to gas. heating a gas to a hotter gas. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 9 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) The transfer of heat in objects that are in direct contact is conduction convection radiation reflection -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 10 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) Which of the following is an example of chemical energy? gasoline a nuclear power station a wound clock a coiled spring -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 11 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) The Electromagnetic spectrum is made up of sound waves and light waves only light waves that you can see light waves you can see and waves of higher energy radiation light waves you can see and waves of both higher and lower energy radiation -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 12 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) Electromagnetic waves that are harmful to living things are high frequency waves low frequency waves both high frequency and low frequency waves neither high frequency nor low frequency waves -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 13 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) Being warmed by standing in front of a roaring fire is heat transfer by convection reflection radiation conduction -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 14 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) High energy waves have a short wavelength a long wavelength neither a short nor a long wavelength no waves -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 15 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) Heat is transferred from your body into an ice cube by radiation conduction convection refraction -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 16 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) Sound is not part of the electromagnetic spectrum because sound is not a type of energy wave sound is not a type of electromagnetic radiation sound does not have a wavelength sound does not have a frequency -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 17 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) Energy can be transferred transformed either transferred or transformed destroyed -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 18 (Multiple Choice Worth 3 points) Which  more

Open Question: How much much money to ask for car accident settlement in Texas?

My family and I were involved in an auto accident where we were going down the highway at 55 mph on cruise control and a lady turned directly in front of us without even giving time for us to hit the breaks. We hit her almost directly head on; we ended up in a ditch, and her car wound up spun the opposite direction that she was headed to begin with. It was a terrible wreck. My son had flown in from California (He is a Marine) and we were on the way home from the airport when this happened. My daughter (who was supposed to ship to boot camp for the Army the next day) broke her nose and bruised her hip, my granddaughter (One year old) got her tooth chipped, I have a possibly cracked rib, and my son is still on light duty two weeks later. My daughter cannot go to boot camp for another 2 months now and her nose will never look the same, my son's three day trip home was ruined and painful, and my grandbaby's tooth may never look the same! What should we ask for? Here's what we're hoping to recieve: repayment for the purchase of a new carseat (Graco website says to never use one after it's been in a wreck), money for the 2001 Tahoe that was totalled, medical bills reimbursed (2 ER trips, 2 painful nose sraightening appts for my daughter, Dr appt for my ribs, ortho and dr appt for my granddaughter), payment for miles & gas to those places since we opted out of a rental car and just used my daughter's car (trying to be nice), but we have no idea how much to ask for 'pain and suffering.' And should we ask for my son's plane tickets to be reimbursed as well? We aren't looking to be gold diggers, but we don't want to come out behind because of this, and let's face it, no one ever gets enough money to replace the vehicle they had with a true equivalent. The insurance company just offered $8450.00 for our 2001 Tahoe ls. It was in EXCELLENT shape with after market leather with the chevy logo embroidered on the front seats. 170,000 miles, new over sized tires, and a recent transmission installed Fair deal?  more

Resolved Question: The Completed First Chapter Of My Story? Would you buy it?

June 1842, The icy-cold wind whirled through the decaying leaves as they rustled against the branches, with a single crack the stem fell off the maple into a pond, swaying back and forth in the air down towards it. A few drops splashed out as the multiple ridges moved across the center of the pond when the leaf touched its surface, floating where it was blown, flipping over and over rapidly. The sparrows that had perched on the willow jutted their feathers out and protruded up into the open space, flapping and swooping towards the sun rays as they glittered off their tiny beaks that from the distance it looked like a couple of shiny stars. The clouds were scuttling across the ultra bright sky as a gust of wind rocked the top of the trees so wildly that it was as if it was going to shake the entire forest apart. The shadows huddled around each other, dimming the sunbeams that appeared to be emerging through the mist as they gleamed in every particular direction. The diffused light on the horizon reflected off the inundated swamps. The odor disgusted the fireflies, but still, some of them hovered over them, their wings refracted the flickering light in the cold atmosphere. The dew drop slid along the midrib of the daisy down its tip and trickled into marsh, pppl ink, plink, plink. The liquid percolated down through the fissures in the pebbles that surrounded the daisies field. "Beautiful", she mumbled under her breath, and she rested her back against the trunk of the beech, clenching her fingers down into the sand and letting each grain slip through them while fumbling its texture with her thumb. Her brownish-orange hair windblown as she stared at the sand scattering in the air, dispersing towards a boy who sat just a few feet away from her beech. His brushed aside hair, with a few chopped black-shiny strands was half-way tucked behind his left ear as the released hairs were flipped back and forth across his forehead, but he still could manage to gaze through the narrow spaces that were between every two hairs. He squinted at her, pulling up his slender, goat-like legs and wrapped his arms around them, clasping his hands together. "Yes it is…" he replied silently, too quiet to allow her to hear, and smiled sheepishly. He did not face her, it was like he was talking to someone else, someone invisible. A flashing crystal-light sparkled across his front teeth and glinted off her face as he turned to meet her eyes. He could not; she looked down at the grass right after she had caught his stare, fiddling with the leaves beside her, and smiled back. It was not the smile he had been expecting to see on her face, not even close. It was a cheap-contemptible smile that broke into a smirk as he pushed his glasses higher the bridge of nose and turned his greenish eyes all the way down her arm. "I…I mean beautiful", he stuttered in the same level of tune. He was closer this time; the upper side of his body was angled towards her. His eyes were still down, he slid his palm across the wet grass slowly towards hers, spreading the fingers as far apart from each other as possible as he ran them through it. "Hey, I'm Harry, Harry Stanly to be exact… so um…why are you here? I mean it's not like I don't want you to be here…I'm just…" he said, unsurely, being reluctant to let the words out the way he wanted them to. She heard him better than she had in the beginning, and scanned his face for a long moment. It was a very long moment, he could feel her eyes on every little pore of his face, but he stood still, not moving an inch. "So what do you think…?" he asked after a few minutes. She did not answer, her forehead puckered up into tiny creases that accentuated the frown line across it as he continued, as if she was irritated by his questions.  more

Resolved Question: how do i get my puppy to do her 'business' when its raining?

I should add first that they are Lurcher mixes (yes, i have two) their mum is a rescue dog so we only know she is half Greyhound, and their dad is Border Collie/German Shepherd cross. They are both female and 11 weeks old (12 on friday), but this morning is the first time they have gone outside when its raining like this, its a little more that spitting with rain, water droplet size, but its quite fast. Milly went straight out and sniffed around and peed i went over to her to praise her for going in the rain, and i walked back over to Jess who was at the back door crying and milly followed me, but then i lifted jess, took my umbrella and took her to a place where she usually pees all the time, but she went into the greenhouse and peed there, fine with me though because we don't use it, but not good for her because she will go there when its raining in the future, (don't suggest closing the door, it got blown off in heavy wind, you should know all about scottish weather ( maybe not ) anyway it even moved the trampoline a bit.). Anyway, when i got in i walked into the house and Milly had pood next to the front door, and Jess started to sniff around, so i took her to the back door and opened it but once she realised it was raining again she backed away, so how do i get to to go in the rain, (i'm not sure with Milly yet, as she was confident enough to pee in the rain) how do i get Jess confident enough to go in the rain? (sorry its so long) Milly had pood next to the front door- *pooed yeah, we're crate training them now before we used the newspaper method but crate training works better.  more

Voting Question: How can I make an indoor room look like it's outdoors (for photography)?

I'm a photographer and have been hired to photograph some baby birds at someone's house; they need it to look natural, like it's outside and the birds are in the wild. The babies can't fly but they run around very quickly so photographing them outdoors wouldn't be an option since they could very easily escape, plus the wind and cold wouldn't be good for them this young. Therefore I'm doing it in a room in their house, in a small corridor that will be fenced in. There's no window in the house that looks out at anything natural so I can't put them in front of one; I'll just have four walls and a floor to work with. I can put grass and stuff down on the floor but I don't know how I'm going to cover up the walls with grass and flowers enough so that it looks like it's outdoors...namely I'm not sure how I'm going to get the grass to stick to the wall in a way that looks natural. I also need to do this without doing any lasting damage to their house (walls, floor etc). Does anybody have any ideas? @Foques: I plan to do this in a few shots, but I also need some where you can (more or less) clearly see the background and that it's natural rather than just a sort of green blur behind them.  more

Resolved Question: I FEEL LIKE CUTTING SOMETIMES. HELP?

So there's this girl in school, Megan, and we became friends over the past 6 months, I always go up to hers for the youth club and just to hang around with her & her friends (she invites me). But, today in school she said that this boy was going to ask her out that night (tonight) and she didn't want to say no to his face, she was told this by her friend, Steven. She said I'll text u incase i go, i said ok and thought nothing of it until she text me to call her, so i did and she said she wasn't going out because of the terrible weather (heavy hale,rain,wind etc.) so that was fine she told me she was going to tidy her room, go for a bath then relax and watch some tv. But on msn just now, one of her friends (Steven) asked me why i wasn't up (at the youth club or at megans) and i said because of the weather, and i felt the need to ask if megan was there, he said she was. Why would she lie? Right to my face. I'm really upset to, because i was bullied like this before in my old school (like they'd say i'll meet u here, and stand me up etc.) maybe i'm just paranoid. I mean, she always talks to me first in school and stuff, so i don't get it? And i'm really upset and crying, yes i may be overreacting, but i really have no friends, and was terribly bullied in the past. Plus, i keep on thinking about how i could have solved it if my gran was here (she lived with me my whole life) but passed away in febuary, in front of my eyes, i find myself going into her room and just crying, i feel like sometimes in school i'm going to just cry and cry, i can't hold it in much longer. I feel like cutting myself sometimes, but i don't.I am 15. and Megan is 14, so is Steven. She is on msn now, and i don't know if i should say anything or talk to her, she hasn't talked to me. (on msn)  more

Voting Question: PLEASE HELP ME, SERIOUSLY, I AM SO UPSET x?

So there's this girl in school, Megan, and we became friends over the past 6 months, I always go up to hers for the youth club and just to hang around with her & her friends (she invites me). But, today in school she said that this boy was going to ask her out that night (tonight) and she didn't want to say no to his face, she was told this by her friend, Steven. She said I'll text u incase i go, i said ok and thought nothing of it until she text me to call her, so i did and she said she wasn't going out because of the terrible weather (heavy hale,rain,wind etc.) so that was fine she told me she was going to tidy her room, go for a bath then relax and watch some tv. But on msn just now, one of her friends (Steven) asked me why i wasn't up (at the youth club or at megans) and i said because of the weather, and i felt the need to ask if megan was there, he said she was. Why would she lie? Right to my face. I'm really upset to, because i was bullied like this before in my old school (like they'd say i'll meet u here, and stand me up etc.) maybe i'm just paranoid. I mean, she always talks to me first in school and stuff, so i don't get it? And i'm really upset and crying, yes i may be overreacting, but i really have no friends, and was terribly bullied in the past. Plus, i keep on thinking about how i could have solved it if my gran was here (she lived with me my whole life) but passed away in febuary, in front of my eyes, i find myself going into her room and just crying, i feel like sometimes in school i'm going to just cry and cry, i can't hold it in much longer. I feel like cutting myself sometimes, but i don't.I am 15. and Megan is 14, so is Steven  more

Voting Question: PLEASE HELP!!!!!! PLEASE? xxx :) xxx?

So there's this girl in school, Megan, and we became friends over the past 6 months, I always go up to hers for the youth club and just to hang around with her & her friends (she invites me). But, today in school she said that this boy was going to ask her out that night (tonight) and she didn't want to say no to his face, she was told this by her friend, Steven. She said I'll text u incase i go, i said ok and thought nothing of it until she text me to call her, so i did and she said she wasn't going out because of the terrible weather (heavy hale,rain,wind etc.) so that was fine she told me she was going to tidy her room, go for a bath then relax and watch some tv. But on msn just now, one of her friends (Steven) asked me why i wasn't up (at the youth club or at megans) and i said because of the weather, and i felt the need to ask if megan was there, he said she was. Why would she lie? Right to my face. I'm really upset to, because i was bullied like this before in my old school (like they'd say i'll meet u here, and stand me up etc.) maybe i'm just paranoid. I mean, she always talks to me first in school and stuff, so i don't get it? And i'm really upset and crying, yes i may be overreacting, but i really have no friends, and was terribly bullied in the past. Plus, i keep on thinking about how i could have solved it if my gran was here (she lived with me my whole life) but passed away in febuary, in front of my eyes, i find myself going into her room and just crying, i feel like sometimes in school i'm going to just cry and cry, i can't hold it in much longer. I feel like cutting myself sometimes, but i don't. I am 15. and Megan is 14, so is Steven  more

Resolved Question: PLEASE! I NEED HELP.?

So there's this girl in school, Megan, and we became friends over the past 6 months, I always go up to hers for the youth club and just to hang around with her & her friends (she invites me). But, today in school she said that this boy was going to ask her out that night (tonight) and she didn't want to say no to his face, she was told this by her friend, Steven. She said I'll text u incase i go, i said ok and thought nothing of it until she text me to call her, so i did and she said she wasn't going out because of the terrible weather (heavy hale,rain,wind etc.) so that was fine she told me she was going to tidy her room, go for a bath then relax and watch some tv. But on msn just now, one of her friends (Steven) asked me why i wasn't up (at the youth club or at megans) and i said because of the weather, and i felt the need to ask if megan was there, he said she was. Why would she lie? Right to my face. I'm really upset to, because i was bullied like this before in my old school (like they'd say i'll meet u here, and stand me up etc.) maybe i'm just paranoid. I mean, she always talks to me first in school and stuff, so i don't get it? And i'm really upset and crying, yes i may be overreacting, but i really have no friends, and was terribly bullied in the past. Plus, i keep on thinking about how i could have solved it if my gran was here (she lived with me my whole life) but passed away in febuary, in front of my eyes, i find myself going into her room and just crying, i feel like sometimes in school i'm going to just cry and cry, i can't hold it in much longer.  more

Resolved Question: This Is The First Chapter To My Book, Criticism and Praises Please?

This morning I broke the record for 'Worst Way to Wake Up.' Don't believe me?" Then ask my dislocated shoulder how it could have been worse. No I didn’t fall out of bed; well that statement is not entirely true. I did fall out of bed, but not without cause. It was the dream again. My hair slapped at my face like whips as the wind collided with my face. The most exhilarating thing about riding a motorcycle is the rush, but it was dangerous. I knew better, I knew that I could kill myself, or deform my body for life. I had to do something though, killing myself seemed like an option. Adley was the only person I could talk to now, gentle and calming to my hyper/emotional self. But even he was gone, I didn’t do anything to deserve this, I was just myself. You could call me a rebel, but that would be a lie, I just don’t want to be like every other girl, staged smile, glossy lips, and French tipped nails. Being “different” lands me in trouble, both with my dad and the police. Before I knew what had happened the bike flipped and I was skidding across the pavement mercilessly. Eventually I would stop, but not before I….. Fall of the bed. I woke with a jerk, gathering my surroundings the pain descended on my shoulder. I clutched my shoulder and sat to lean against my bed, after a few minutes I brushed my hair out of my eyes and stood up. I didn’t care if it hurt, I just needed to find my cell and call Adley to come and take me to the emergency room. With my good arm I dug around in the nest of blankets, sheets, and pillows on my bed. I eventually caught it hiding under my desk; don’t ask me how it got there. I dialed his number and plopped down on the floor. “Hello?” I seemingly woke him up… “Adley, its Jade, can you drive me to the hospital?” “Yea, why?” Well why you think. “I fell,” I say this so much it shouldn’t be a surprise to him. “I’ll be there in ten,” the line went dead. I quickly threw on a tank top and jeans and ran down stairs. Five minutes later Adley’s Volkswagen pulled up. I strode to the car and got in the passenger seat, but I couldn’t buckle the seat belt. My right arm was useless, thanks nightmare. He buckled me in and we headed off to the hospital. “I had the dream again,” I gazed out the window with a glazed over look on my face. “The one where you’re on your bike?” His hand slid to the back of my seat. “Yes, that’s why I fell out of bed,” I laughed a little. “What’d you break this time?” “My shoulder,” I rubbed it a little with my other hand. The remainder of the ride to the hospital was silent. He killed the engine as soon as we pulled into the closest parking space to the door, then he came around and opened the door for me. We walked through the door with my hand on my shoulder and his hand on my back. After three hours and my shoulder being popped back into place I could go home. I slid the key into the lock on the front door of my house and opened the door. The lights were still off, but the sunlight lit the rooms. I walked to the kitchen, Adley still behind me. I saw my dad sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal sitting in front of him. “Where have you been?” he looked up from his cereal. “At the hospital,” I rubbed my very sore shoulder. “Okay,” Grabbing Adley’s hand I led him to my room, we needed to talk. “What’s up?” he went and sat in my desk chair. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I jumped on my bed and hugged a pillow. “What do you mean?” he asked. “I keep having the same dream!” I almost shouted. “That’s not abnormal,” he came and sat by me on the bed. I wiped my eyes and leaned my head on his shoulder. He stood up, “I had better go… my mom,” he hugged me then walked towards my bedroom door. He was gone.  more

Voting Question: Can I have a wisdom tooth removed and possibly double gum grafts at the same time?

I have a wisdom tooth (17) that couldn't be drilled out and filled because it was far too sensitive even after a couple of shots of numbing medicine. I was referred to an oral surgeon because the dentist couldn't numb me enough. He said they'd put me to sleep to take it out (I'm assuming it may get cut out?)...by what means will I be put to sleep? Will I feel it and be able to leave on my own afterwards? I also need a gum graft according to the dentist, on the upper left middle-section of gum and on my front bottom gum in the area of probably 4-6 teeth at least. Can all this be done at once? I don't get more than two off days at work and can't afford to not go to work (no sick days) - how long will my recovery time be? I work in Customer Service and have to do consultative sales with customers daily. Will I be able to talk with that massive sore on the top of my mouth? Any trouble with bleeding I should be concerned about? I watched a gum graft on youtube and the top of the mouth was bleeding a LOT. Should I keep teabags or something handy at home? That's kind of scary that they can't stitch a wide open wound like that.  more

Resolved Question: After a cold front passes, which of these does not usually occur?

A. Wind direction shift B. Marked temperature drop C. Drop in relative humidity D. Clearing skies E. Falling barometer  more

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Community forum looks at wind turbine issues - Red Bank Hub

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Farmers say NW Ind. airport costing wind power - Iroquois County Times-Republic

KENTLAND, Ind. (AP) — Some farmers would like to see a small airport in rural northwestern Indiana closed in order to open up a large part of the state's windiest area for electricity-producing wind turbines. While ...

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Turbines slowly enter Kenai Peninsula landscape - Kenai Peninsula Clarion

Gene Palm awaits a storm. He's begging for one, really. He points his long finger at the anemometer that sits on a counter in his circular bluff-front home in Nikiski. He bought the anemometer, which measures wind speed ...

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Construction on Mineral County Wind Farm Could Start in Fall - The State Journal

KEYSER -- Work could begin as early as fall on a controversial, 23-turbine wind farm in Mineral County. Despite that, environmentalists opposed to the project say their fight continues. It's been nearly six months since ...

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San Diego company to develop CSU windfarm at Maxwell Ranch - Coloradoan

CSU has leased 8,000 acres of the 11,000 acre ranch to Cannon, according to a university statement. The unviersity had formerly contracted with Wind Holding LLC to build the windfarm, but the Colorado State University ...

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We need work done. Half-life, movement & wind tests. - DAILY KOS

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Today's Central Louisiana weather - Alexandria Daily Town Talk

Tonight there is a 20 percent chance of showers and thunderstorms. It will be mostly cloudy, with a low around 73 degrees. South wind will be around 5 mph becoming calm. The normal high for this time of year is 90 degrees ...

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A one-day break today - KABC

TONIGHT: Clouds will increase and a thunderstorm can't be ruled out north and west of Philadelphia. The low: 63. WEDNESDAY: Look for mostly cloudy with another front moving in from the west. We could see some afternoon ...

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Front > State News - Iroquois County Times-Republic

INDIANAPOLIS (AP) — Indiana officials say less than 60 percent of the state's mortgage lenders have passed a federally required test to keep their licenses active even as the deadline to do so nears. CHICAGO (AP ...

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'Toy Story 3' doesn't shine quite as brightly - MyCentralJersey.com

This is what happens when you're good at your job: Everyone expects excellence from you, and anything even slightly short of that feels like a letdown. "Toy Story 3" is a gorgeous film — funny, sweet and clever in the ...

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Wind Front Links

Petacchi wins 4th Tour of Switzerland stage

Alessandro Petacchi won the fourth stage of the Tour of Switzerland on Tuesday, after a multi-bike crash took down many other riders in a frenzied final sprint. more

Monsoon begins with no rain in the forecast

But that doesn't mean downpours begin. It simply means the National Weather Service starts recording all weather data officially as Monsoon 2010. more

US Open 2010: a beautiful, fiendish test awaits at Pebble Beach

It is a bucolic scene: the hills over Monterey in the background, and tame deer wandering through the rough. more

Another soupy, showery, locally stormy day on tap

The soup continues today. For the third day in a row, much of Southwest Virginia is under a flash flood watch, extending east as far as the Roanoke Valley and the Blue Ridge counties southward. more

Man deliberately knocks boy off his bike

A YOUNG boy was knocked off his bike on the way to school this morning. He was riding along outside the Nissan garage in Dysart Road, Grantham, at about 8.20am when a man deliberately stuck his arm out in front of the boy. more

Q&A with Williams' Sam Michael

Although Rubens Barrichello and Nico Hulkenberg failed to score any points at last weekend’s Canadian Grand Prix, Williams’ technical director Sam Michael was satisfied to see the new parts they used in Montreal had improved the car's pace. more

10 Reasons Retirement Makes You Feel Younger

Retirement gets a bad rap. It conjures images of white hair, rocking chairs, and forgetting where you left your teeth. more

Turbines slowly enter Kenai Peninsula landscape

Gene Palm awaits a storm. He's begging for one, really. He points his long finger at the anemometer that sits on a counter in his circular bluff-front home in Nikiski. more

Another day of heat, humidity, storms

Blazing heat, stifling humidity and late-afternoon and evening thunderstorms are on the menu again today for the Charlotte metro region. more

RIcki Herbert joined Ryan Nelsen in celebrating Tuesday's draw

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ETA glider landing in Rieti with heavy

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UFO hits

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acadian driftwood, the band

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Video: Short on time, officials burn Gulf oil slick

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Morrissey - National

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How To Run: Drafting

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Test Drive - Eliica vs Porshe - ( Legendas em Portugues )

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How to Zero a Rifle Scope

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Bellwether Mens Wind Front Tight at BikeTiresDirect Bellwether Mens Wind Front Tight,For the coldest days, the wind and water resistant panel front will help keep you warm. No chamois.

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