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---------------- I'm actually kind of grateful to admit I have NO IDEA what "The Christmas Shoes" even is. I tend to avoid anything commerical during the Xmas consumer-worshipping-baal season... Can't stand pop. Period. Anything we used to call top 40, now taken over by even worse bands than...

-------------- As evidenced by the old saw, "Abcess make the fart go Honda!" Sorry. Couldn't resist. ------------

-------------- A writer. I am. Just not to the delectable tune of cult fandom that I aspire to yet... but I'm working on it. ;) -----------

-------------- Song parodies and such...oh yeah. May I refer all of you over 18 to the songs "Shoes", "Read a Book", and "F*** Me Ray Bradbury"? Hilarious, all...but not for the faint of language. Last place I worked, we would often sing our own version of "Shoes": "Books. Books. Ohmygod...

-------------- Where's the button for "both"?? Evil Dead fans, unite! -----------

-------------- My sympathies to any of you who've been, or still are, bullied. There's a huge difference between toughlove /constructive criticism to motivate a student, and utter meanness. I firmly believe those who bully do so because of their own low self-esteem and desperate need to seem...

------------ The whole deal looks amazingly fun. Hope you didn't sunburn! Are the pups all happy to have you home? (I know...DUH. But it's always nice to have a happy animal around after a long trip, even a good one.) -----------

------------- Hah! No...that was from Zubin Beckmesser poking his baton up our poor reporter's schnozz... it hurted. ------------

------------- *barely refrains from making Mac vs PC comment* I'm being a have. -------------

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-------------- That made you LAUGH? Those poor turtles. Must have been half-suffocated. I hate poachers and smugglers. -------------

-------------- Methinks Hubert has a lot under his skin... nickname: which one do you want? I don't hand 'em out to just anyone. Oh, you mean mine. I suppose it's Newsie here, which is fine by me. :news: screenname: Look to your left. real name: Kris. Hm. Short, unconquerable, been too much...

-------------- Welcome in all newbies, young and old, clean and dirty, spaghetti-eating or puppet-building! Welcome, welcome all! :news: Was that supposed to make any sense? Not really. I'm a little tired-giddy. Just roll with it. :news: *sigh* Enjoy your stay, join the discussions...

-------------- LOVE the reimagination of a motion-sensor camera on a tripod. The way Matt describes the things he encounters reminds me of the book "Motel of the Mysteries" by David Macaulay...always fun to shift one's perspective. Good job getting into Fragglebrain! And finally -- not to...

--------------- :news: Hmf. *rattles newspaper while turning a page* Rhonda: I take it you're not gonna sing. :news: Not in the mood. There are serious things going on, Rhonda. Rhonda: All the more reason to dance our cares away, worries for another day! *copies The Wayne, but adds a...

------------- Cute...but what the heck is "bleedman"? ---------------

----------------- Enjoyable. I like how much detail you're bringing in, examining the relationships between some of the Muppets, particularly Scooter and Piggy and why they've stayed so long with such obvious...weirdos. :concern: I resemble that remark. Great cameo by Kazagger! Now there's...

------------- Holy CRAP! Scribbler to the rescue! Dang, you are actually making me ROOT for the little schmuck! BRAVO to Fleet. I never had a doubt he would spring to Piggy's aid if needed, but what a bravura performance -- and then to demur to Piggy so nicely...wow. Da mook gots a heart after...

Part Thirty-Four (II) Rhonda threw her hands up in exasperation. “There you are! Where the heck have you --“ “My aunt’s dead,” Newsie snapped, and the rat froze, mouth still open. “Those raggy things are responsible, Rhonda. They must have made her fall, and the fall caused a lot of...

Part Thirty-Four (I) Only after threatening to actually talk to the boss was Snookie allowed to hit the showers. He had no idea what time of day it might be outside; the glow-worms in all the hallways seemed to have no internal clock of their own, and radiated cold gloomy illumination all the...