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Good, Aaron. Hang in there, buddy--things can turn around in a surprising fashion!

Ohh--titling is one of my favorite parts. As others have mentioned, song titles are a GREAT source, especially if you mix them up a little. I used "Can't Help Loving That Frog of Mine" instead of "Can't Help Loving That Man of Mine" for example. Also, takes on famous literature or movies make...

Yeah, Java--welcome, welcome, um, that is, um, assuming I'm coming back.... (Pouts at Ed long-distance) I want my Piggy back!!!

Reviewing So glad this brought a giggle and a squee! I don't have to tell you and the other writers here how much it means to get thoughtful reviews on things I write, and they don't have to be gush-fests. I like a person who is willing to start a good, well-thought-out argument because it...

It was sung by John and the muppets on the John Denver Muppet Christmas Special, and it's on that album. (I know if was on the television special because--ta da--I taped the special onto my cassette recorder! We're talking before the days of VCRS, folks. I found it in my sewing room the other...

Seeing what's behind Hey there, Vic--don't drown, 'kay? Actually, while I really love and appreciate Steve's Kermit, (which I think only continues to improve and deepen), Jim was truly one of a kind. His Kermit was more emotionally tuned to the characters around him. With Jim at the, um...

That's it! My take on the frog and pig wedding and the basis for a lot of the other gush, um, stuff that I write. Even if you don't agree, I hope that you enjoyed. This has been the consuming passion of my week, and I hope you had as much fun with it as I did. Thanks to all of the MC writers...

This is IT, folk! They're finally getting married! Okay--I officially can't wait, so I hope I haven't left anything out. Here we go.... They ran the whole scene again, and though the cameras were rolling, this video would never grace any commercial movie screen. This time, Piggy’s mother...

Wait--go back to the very first page--who do you think is responsible for all of those ministers flinging themselves in Piggy's path? I like a devious frog, I do.

“Oh—there you are,” said Kermit, not even looking at her. “Piggy—I need you to look these papers over and sign them before we do the wedding again.” Inwardly, Piggy groaned. Script changes, she thought irritably. As if there wasn’t enough stacked on her plate. But when she looked at the...

Okay--just moved into my first new house and was painting the room which would become my sewing room (It was painted Miami Dolphins colors), wearing great big pink bunny slippers and my cat decided to fuss to go outside. I go charging up the stairs, fling open the door and pirouette nicely...

Hey there Aaron! I don't think we've actually met before. I'm Ru, or Catherine. I didn't start actively posting until March-ish of this year, but I am glad to see that you felt comfortable enough to post here and let your MC friends know you are very blue. I know that dealing with illness...

Sorry, sorry, sorry I'm still trying to get a handle on a log-jam here but I have TONS written to post once I get the durn thing unstuck. Hang in there with me!

Once safely on the other side of the door, Piggy leaned against it and felt the hot tears beginning to spill. Desperately, she blinked them away. What could she have been thinking? How stupid was she? Kermit was her director—nothing more, nothing less—and the sooner she came to terms with...

And how's this! (Waves arm excitedly over her head)

Piggy banged the door of her dressing room shut. “Stupid frog,” she muttered. “Stupid wedding dress.” Her breath caught suddenly. “Stupid me!” Tears sprang into her eyes and, horrified that she might actually cry, she took a deep calming breath and began to rid herself of the yards and yards...

More coming up!

Kermit met Scooter outside the chapel set doorways and they set out for the viewing room at a dead run. Kermit tripped twice because he was looking over his shoulder, and Scooter had to steady him to keep him from going down. “If you want to live to see this thing through,” Scooter said after...

This IS more story! I couldn’t be any more nervous if I were a real bride, Piggy thought miserably. She waited just outside the door of the soundstage chapel, trying not to trying not to pace, trying not to panic, trying not to pass out. All I have to do is walk down the aisle and meet him at...

This is not more story I promise this is the last "fake posting post" I will make in my own thread. And I promise, even if it means no sleep, that I will post more of this story tonight, er, before I go to sleep. No, Countie dear, I don't hve a copy of that interview, but I've read it or...