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For which I thank you, Pimp.

Still, I don't think all that needs to be said on this has been said.  However, this is NecrochildK's thread, not ours.  So I think we'd better "take this outside" to a PM, or another board if others want to weigh in on the debate.

Unless Necrochild's got something to say on it? 🙂

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Glad you're mending fences with your mom; sorry if there's still some holes, though.

I understand how easy it is to cross swords with your folks.  I'm glad you've had a good strong relationship with your dad.  I had a chunk of issues with mine, and while we'd ironed a good bit out, it wasn't until I'd gone to China before all the wrinkles were flattened.

I'm thanking the Lord for my Ma, of course.  Wonder why we're better off with our opposite sexed parents?

Oh, and a side note to Pimp on a remark you'd made earlier:

As for Prayer: that is only for the weak and the lost in such times.
Your Flesh shall become your Idol, your routine your Prayer, your Diet your Sacrement.
Keep close what ever Faith you follow, but do not rely on it when you should rely on yourself.

Uh, Pimp… as they say on the wrong side of the tracks, "I love ya, but I gotta cut ya."

Prayer's only for the weak and lost?  George Washington was weak and lost?  Martin Luther King, Jr. was weak and lost?  Flo-Jo was weak and lost?  Chuck Norris and Margaret Thatcher are weak and lost?  The good chunk of female athletes out there are weak and lost?

Supergirl and Wonder Woman are weak and lost?

We are all weaker than Someone Else, Pimp. 

And more times than we like, our selves just. Aren't. Enough.  Otherwise, the lovely ladies wouldn't have come to this site to ask for help and advice in the first place.

And the body is a temple, as the Good Book says… but I've seen what happens when it becomes an idol.  Steroids and binging and purging ring a bell?

I write this with all respect, TPNB:  what good is the perfect body when you've sold your soul?

Back to NecrochildK:  Keep working, and keep believing, and if you need help from Anyone, feel free to ask. 🙂

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Just wanted to holla, and give you and "Up there, Cazaly!", as the Aussies would say.  Keep going as far as you can, and DON'T. GIVE. UP.  🙂

I feel great you have a partner working out with you.  One thing I think scares off a lot of flabby people from working out is that they compare themselves to these Adonises and Atalantas that are training them (not thinking of the years of work, blood, toil, tears, and sweat it took them to get there), and feel even worse about themselves, making the workout less fun.  Having a fellow flabby willing to get there would make it even better.

No wonder Richard Simmons' having fat people work out on his videos and his TV show was such a brain wave.

And prayer… as Chris Rock said about cornbread, "Ain't nuthin' wrong with that!"  😀 😀 😀

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Ah yes, I remember seeing that one on CBS on the original broadcast in the 1980s. 

And one of the questions was:  How many of those body builders can beat host Bob Eubanks in arm wrestling?

I believe the answer was 5. 

He then asked who said yes, and after they raised their hands, he offered any of them to take him on.

One did… and he won the first one.  Then to the cheers of the crowd, they sent in their buffest, strongest looking one, and they went at it. 

That match ended as a dead heat.  But Bob's arm definitely was sore for the rest of the show.  👿

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Go, granny, go, granny, go granny go!  😀

I hope the grandkids are proud. ^_^b

I bet she'll be good to play Satin Steele… 2050. 😛

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This is terrible!  I'm trapped here in this hideous undersea nightmare with with no way out!  This is just wrong… dropping in here was the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life!

"UNDER DA SEA!" the on-his-way-down Fourth Tenor wannabe belted out.  "UNDER DA SEEEEEEA!!!"

Staring down at her hushpuppies and slaw, Deena propped up her head as the tackily, gaudily costumed scallop-shell-bra mermaids cavorted across the stage and among the S.S. Siren of the Sea's dining room tables.

"Why couldn't we have just gone to the casino or the dance hall, Scott?" she whined.

Deena's beau shrugged.  "They have lobster tonight."

She was about to suggest getting a take-out box as soon as it arrived, but she glanced over at the handsome bearded late 50-something gentleman sharing their table.  He looked as bored and miserable as she was.

"Why don't you just duck on out to the Lido buffet?" Scott offered.  "No point in you suffering here."

She shook her head, not wanting to leave their new tablemate to the wolves. "I don't want this meal to go to waste."

Fidgeting, the older man felt around his jacket's breast pocket and fished up his pipe.  He knew he was in a non-smoking area, but he seemed ready to fire it up and get ejected from this embarrassing dinner theatre.

The eleven year old girl to his left elbow looked up from her rice pilaf.  "You need to step out and smoke?"

He quickly pocketed it again.  "Not really, Charlotte," he warmly grinned and beared it.  "Besides, leave you here all lonely? Unthinkable."

"I'll behave myself, Uncle Marc," she said a bit peevishly.

Scott's sensetive side shone through.  "I'll be glad to keep her company, Mister…"

"Professor," the gentleman corrected.  "Professor Marcade Northkerry DeBuncombe."

"Beg your pardon, Professor.  Deena, why don't you go light up, too?"

"But I don't smo–"

"Well, it's time for you to start.  Go."  And he pointed toward the exit.

Getting up, Deena kissed his cheek.  "Bless you."

"Much obliged, old brick," the Professor nodded and shook his hand.  "Be back for dessert, Charlotte."  And grabbing his umbrella, he led the way out.

***

The two sauntered out onto the deck and watched as the sun set over the Atlantic.

"Beautiful," she said.  "Gonna be a great night."

"Yes.  Deena, right?" Prof. DeBuncombe said as he packed the tobacco in.  "Mind watching out for the Smoke Police?  I doubt pipes are permitted out here, and I wouldn't dream of dragging you into the cigar room."

"Hey, air pollution or noise pollution.  It's all one for me."  Deena said as her acquaintence struck a blue-tipped match and started puffing.  "Though it's been a really great cruise otherwise."

The professor grunted.  "It hasn't been all bad.  But frankly, I'd have rather taken a plane to the Azores and spent the other days in my library by the fireplace with a good book.  This farce of a library on board doesn't cut it."

"So why are you taking the cruise, anyway?"

"Gift from my archaeology/ancient culture colleagues for my 20th year at the university.  I hadn't taken a holiday in over a decade, and they wouldn't take no for an answer."  He smiled.  "And it was for two, so I brought my great-niece, Charlotte.  She'd been babbling about it ever since I promised to bring her.  She absolutely ADORES the trip."

"I could tell."

"She'd been daydreaming about designing her own ship one day.  The Northkerry fleet." He arched an eyebrow impishly.  "And she'd have her own…"

"Don't say it…"

"…Charlotte Northkerry liner."

"Aaagh. Someone oughta throw you overboard.  Or back into that musical." 

"Please don't."

"So Atlantis isn't your thing?"

He propped his elbow on the railing.  "Might be if they got it accurate."

"Oh?"

"I'm afraid they fell prey to the standard issue singing mermaids/undersea paradise/trident wielding king nonsense that's so common."  He leaned in almost conspiratorily.  "The REAL Atlantis legend is a lot darker."

"Really?"  And Deena leaned in a little, too, as if she were seated a club chair in the Professor's study with a cup of tea.

To Be Continued…

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Hey!  You found an Electric Company Spidey Super Story there!  😀

Any chance anybody can find "Thundra On the Tracks!" for us?

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JIMMY SMASH!!!

Well, it was was really a tie… other times I wear bright red briefs outside my other clothes.  😉

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Tepid. Darn.  😐

This rendition looks like a Xena wannabe/neverwas.

Lesson from Coke… don't mess with a winning formula.

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Hello… you managed to draw him?

I hadn't seen that.

And I'd quite forgotten of the necromantic part of his power… Hmmmm  👿

This may put a new spin on the rest of the plot… need to PM you or Dave on this.

And actually, I just wrote what I saw in the sample page.  It was your idea.  I was just retelling it.

Thanks for getting the ball rolling.

It'll be a another story before we get to the pic as drawn, though… Mezzy's still in one piece.

For now. 👿

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