Frustrated by pencil, charcoals, ink & paint, I turned first to model building, then to photography, then to my true joy, wooden toys. Had to give up all of this as I went blind, but modern medicine and a "borg implant" allow me to pursue some of my passions again; though my one true talent is painting pictures with words---the mind's eye is my canvas.
Favourite Visual Artist
Operation Petticoat, Thunderball, Star Trek IV
Favourite TV Shows
NCIS, Dexter, Burn Notice
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Herb Alpert, Evanescence, Elvis
Time Enough for Love, Starship Troopers
Robert A. Heinlein
Favourite Gaming Platform
Tools of the Trade
Kodak, Black & Decker, Testors--many tools of all types
Last day before dA forces Eclipse on us, a system I find unfathomable.I'm not just getting old I'm wasting away, bit by bit, day by day, abandoned by those I love.The aches and pains are unrelenting, but I put one foot in front of the other by tellin...
Molly stormed into the grade school's main office, up to the counter and demanded, "Where are my sons?" Before the frightened little blonde behind the counter could muster a reply, a muffled voice from the passage to her right called out, "Oh gawd, he called Mum!" Dangerously close to shifting into combat mode, Molly turned to the sound of her sons’ thoughts. As she stalked around the counter to the doorway, a tall man in a gray pinstripe suit confronted her. He offered a hand as he identified himself as, "Vice-Principal Lance, Mrs. Flih---" Molly grabbed his red necktie to haul him down, eye to eye with