I have considered it and concluded that it is not practical. 4WD, the ability to carry 8'x4' sheets of ply, the ability to carry all the tools and spares I'm likely to need don't come electric. I just bought an '88 Chevy K1500 pickup with a 350 V8 that does all that and more. I know, 5.7 litres is not exactly green, but it's a work truck, and the way I drive I'm hoping to get 18 mpg.
Would you like my truck?
There are those who wish I was far, far away in another galaxy. Does that count?
If I say I can't think of a question would you ask and answer your own?
I would not, but I will say hello.
Is there more tea in that pot?
Plagiarism comes in many forms. I once had a site tell me that I had published an article they had exclusive rights to. I still have the email giving me permission to use it. I modified my software to display the dates I first published articles, and since this one predated the other site's copy by three years they dropped their claim. I notified the original author and several others I recognised, and the site eventually sank without trace.
I am a very good writer and my husband is even better. Sometimes someone will steal my husband's work and change it a little in an attempt to disguise the source. The changes are always poorly written, but the original shines through.
I occasionally place a classified ad in a local paper. Somebody once asked if they would publish my ad and just change the phone number to his. The lady in charge of classifieds did not tell him to go fuck himself, she's too polite for that, but the intent was implied.
So far I haven't looked for my erotica elsewhere, but it's too new and there are only a few stories. If I find my work stolen I will tell Lush immediately.
I don't think I would want to, any more than he wants to watch me with a woman. I wish he could, though.
Hello AM. You carry on without me.
There are seven beautiful ladies above me. Would any of them object to an 8some?
Edit: Now eight with Bonny, so, a 9some?
Wrong, I'll be asleep in a few minutes.
The person below me is getting ready for work.
I'm not jumping in, I've had too many complaints of tsunamis. I will get in less violently.
Ping, sorry about your pie. I think it was the piles of bird shit which let you down. It looks absolutely deelish, only a minor appearance glitch kept you from a prize, I'm sure. I would love a piece.
I think I have a great comp entry in the pipeline. I think my fetish is unique. I _hope_ my fetish is unique. I would hate to think anyone had the idea outside my foetid mind.
Just one thing I do not understand. I wrote about 200 words in the third person. It was terrible. I rewrote it and it was no better. I deleted the lot and started in the first person. Now we're cooking, cooking with gas.
It occurs to me that in the 60 years I've been writing I don't remember more than three third-person stories that were worth much. Does anyone else have this problem?
May I have a large glass of orange juice?