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| Thank Goodness |
| 11.30.03 (9:13 pm) [edit] |
I'm back from Thanksgiving in Houston and I am so knackered. I'll have to tell you about my groping of another woman's breasts and how I flashed the people at church with my own tomorrow when my fingers aren't so tired. Hope you all had a good weekend.
Nat xxxx
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| Totally Tubular |
| 11.25.03 (5:26 pm) [edit] |
I've been told I watch too much television by too many people to name. They're convinced it is rotting my brain. Would explain alot if that's true. I'm easily distracted and I find it hard to settle down and concentrate. I've decided to cut back and just watch the news and 2 drama/4 sitcoms or any 2 hour combination per night. Normally, and I am so ashamed to admit this, I would watch the news and up to 4 additional hours or programming per night. Programming, hmmm. Sounds about right. I have to prioritize. Eventually I'd like to step down to just the news and may be watching
Hopelessly Addicted:
Show:24
Who: Kiefer Sutherland, Dennis Haysbert
What: Agent Jack Bauer tries to foil a terrorist plot to release a deadly virus in Los Angeles.
When/Where: FOX, Tuesdays at 9pm ET
Why am I so addicted: Kiefer Sutherland is hot. Dennis Haysbert is a tall drink of mmm mmm good. Carlos Bernard, me, a hammock and two Dos Equis...(day dreaming)
Show:CSI
Who: William Peterson, Marg Helgenberger
What: Gil Grissom leads a team of Las Vegas Crime Scene Investigators on the night shift
When/Where: CBS, Thursdays at 9pm ET
Why am I so addicted: I love the science of crime scene investigation and who doesn't love a good old who-done-it? Unlike people, the evidence never lies.
Show:Law & Order
Who: Sam Waterston, Jerry Orbach
What: You know. Damn thing's been on since 1990.
When/Where: NBC, Wednesdays at 10pm ET.
Why am I so addicted: I see the crime, I see them arrest somebody, I see someone go to trial, I see the whole process in an hour. Truth. Justice. Amen. Well, justice is served most of the time.
Show: House Invaders
Who:Various BBC Designers: Anna Ryder Richardson et al, Phil T and JJ (yummy).
What: A designer and two hot carpenters invade a home and use leftover wood, material and paint to redecorate 3 rooms in 1 day. Phew! That was a mouthful.
When/Where: BBC America, Thursdays at 8pm ET, reruns on Saturdays and Sundays at various times
Why am I so addicted: I love home improvement and DIY. I am a make-over whore.
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| Sitting in the Dark, Part X |
| 11.25.03 (12:02 pm) [edit] |
Nat trembled as the tip of Tom's revolver was pressed against her forehead.
"I'll never forgive you, you bitch!"
"Wait!! I can't be the only person that's ever hated your guts."
"No, but you ruined my career. I had this young director/writer lined up. I was going to mentor him and finance his next big project. I was going to be the lead in his Scifi satire. The deal was practically done until you and your husband convinced him that I was the kiss of death!"
"Jon's my friend. I couldn't just let him commit career suicide."
"Tom don't kill her. She was just being a good friend." Penelope finally spoke.
"Shut up you duck-faced stick-woman!!" Tom spat at her. Penelope dropped to her knees and began to kiss Tom's feet.
"Doesn't matter. You ended my last hope. Now I will end all your hopes!" Nat closed her eyes. Tom began to squeeze the trigger.
BANG!!! Nat's ears burned. She realized that Tom hadn't shot her. She opened her eyes and looked around her. Tom was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Penelope was hovering over him, sobbing.
"You've killed my Tommy!! No! No! I don't want to live."
Nat could see at the far end of the hallway 3 men. Two uniformed police officers and another man in a suit. "Don't be frightened, ma'am. I'm Captain Brass with Austin PD."
Nat rushed towards him and threw her arms around him. She began to cry. She was still trembling from the ordeal. "It's alright. Your husband is outside in a squad car anxiously waiting to see you. It's all over now."
"No it isn't!!" Suddenly everyone looked at Penelope. She had Tom's gun pointed at her temple. "You won't take me alive. You killed my Tommy, now I am going to kill myself."
Captain Brass looked at his men. "Might as well put her out of her misery." Then he looked at Penelope. "Alright, Miss. You go ahead with the suicide. We'll wait oustide till your done." With that, Brass, the two officers and Nat left Penelope in the hallway and headed up and out of the underground compound. As they exited they heard a loud bang. Brass nodded at the paramedics. "There should be two dead bodies down there."
At the corner of her eye, Nat spotted Rick sitting in a police car. He opened the door and ran towards her. With arms wide open Nat greeted Rick. They embraced for what seemed like an eternity. Then Nat pulled away and stared angrily at Rick.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Rick looked confused.
Nat grabbed Rick by the collar of his shirt. "Why aren't you NAKED?"
The End.
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| Personality Test |
| 11.24.03 (5:45 pm) [edit] |
Here are my results
 Enneagram Test Results | Type 1 | Perfectionism | |||||||||||||| | 58% | | Type 2 | Helpfulness | |||||||||||||||| | 62% | | Type 3 | Ambition | |||||||||||| | 42% | | Type 4 | Sensitivity | |||||||||| | 34% | | Type 5 | Detachment | |||||| | 26% | | Type 6 | Anxiety | || | 10% | | Type 7 | Adventurousness | |||| | 14% | | Type 8 | Hostility | |||| | 18% | | Type 9 | Calmness | |||||||||||||||| | 66% | Your Conscious-Surface type is 9w1 Your Unconscious-Overall type is 2w1 | Take Free Enneagram Personality Test
I think they've pegged me pretty well.
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| Sitting in the Dark, Part IX |
| 11.24.03 (2:25 am) [edit] |
Grissom was eaves-dropping as Jon spoke to Rick on his cell phone. As Jon ended the call he turned and saw Grissom pouting at him.
"Why didn't you tell me you recognized the print, Mr. Wright? You could have saved us valuable time."
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me." The two men came face to face.
"Would you want to admit to having a spa-day with Tom Cruise?"
"Well," Grissom reflected for a moment. "I can understand that. Don't worry, I won't mention that in my report. Your secret's safe."
"Thank you."
"Do you have any idea where this ghost of Tom Cruise might be hiding?"
"No idea."
"No idea, hmmm." Grissom stepped back, sensing that Jon was becoming uncomfortable with Gil invading his personal space. "You must know something that might be helpful."
"UGH! You take a mud-bath with another guy and suddenly people think you're connected at the hip!" Jon threw his hands in the air. "I don't know anything!"
"Think very carefully, Mr. Wright. Until Mr. Warden gets back, your memories are all I have to go on."
Jon sat on the sidewalk and lowered his head. He was deep in thought. Visions of Tom in a plush cotton bathrobe came back to him. He remembered that annoying laugh and wondered why a man going into his 40's would wear braces on his teeth.
"That's it!!"
"What?"
"The Tom that was burned in the bonfire - it wasn't Tom! It couldn't have been him. It most have been a clone or something."
"How do you figure?"
"No braces. Tom had braces at the spa. They weren't due off for another year."
Suddenly Grissom grabbed his walkie-talkie and spoke into it. "Warrick, drop what you're doing. I want you to track down Tom Cruise's orthodontist. I can't explain now. Just do it."
It wasn't long before Brass had Tom's orthodontist in custody for questioning. Under the scrutiny of Brass and Grissom, the man cracked in a few minutes and told them that he had been making house calls to Tom for the past 2 years. He said that Tom had an underground compound where he planned to remain in hiding until people became nostaglic about his films.
Brass and Grissom looked at each other. "Like that will ever happen."
The orthodontist said that he didn't know the exact location. He was always blindfolded whenever he went for a visit. He said that Penelope Cruz was supporting Tom financially and would bring him supplies.
"So the compound would be in her name?"
"Yes, I think so."
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| Sitting in the Dark, Part VIII |
| 11.23.03 (2:57 pm) [edit] |
As the Captain's car pulled into the station, his cell phone rang. It was Grissom.
"You'd better get back here. I think we have a good lead."
"What is it?"
"We found prints for a size 8 and a half men's shoe."
"8 and a half? So?"
"The depth of the print suggests he's not tall. It's an unusual shoe pattern. Warrick is looking for a match as we speak."
"Alright. We're on our way." The Captain turned to Rick and explained what had happened.
"That could be anybody."
"It's still something, Mr. Warden. May be you'll recognize the shoe print."
"Alright." Suddenly Rick's cell phone rang. It was Jon.
"Rick, I saw the shoe print. It's Tom."
"Tom? That's impossible. You saw him die. We all did."
"It's him. Like a phoenix he has risen from the ashes - "
"Jon, this is no time for you to get all artsy-fartsy! Seriously, what makes you think it's him?"
"Well, alrighty then. I was just trying to add a little flair."
"JON!!"
"Ok, ok! Remember before you and Tom were sworn enemies, I met him at this spa in Croatia and we spent the day together getting our chests and backs waxed?"
"Yeah. So?"
"The shoe pattern is distinctly Tom. Gucci makes special shoes for him, so that he'll look taller. I remember asking him about it and he said that only he and Ethan Hawke wear that particular make."
"Oh my God! It's Tom Cruise. Tom Cruise has my wife!!" Rick screamed and grabbed Brass's arm.
"You just told me that he's dead." Brass said in disbelief.
"The shoe print is his. I am certain. My wife doesn't know Ethan Hawke."
"Huh?" Brass was utterly confused.
"It's a long story. Just trust me. We need to find Tom Cruise!!"
"I'll tell you right now, Mr. Warden. It ain't going to be easy."
"We have to. If I know Tom Cruise, Nat is in for it. Especially if he attempts Shakespeare." Brass stepped on the gas as they entered the freeway.
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| Sitting in the Dark, Part VII |
| 11.22.03 (9:34 pm) [edit] |
"No, I can't stand him!" Penelope slapped Nat across the face. Nat fell back and held her cheek.
"You will learn to love him. Tom is everything." Penelope's eyes were vacant.
"Please, just tell me how to get out of here. I will watch a Tommy Marathon with you when we get out of here." Nat as getting desperate.
"If you go, you'll have to go without me. I'll never leave Tom." she said, placing her hand over her chest.
"Please, just show me the way out."
"This way." Penelope removed the wires wrapped around Nat's wrists and guided her down the hallway. Half way down, she turned and pulled Nat close to her. "Before you go, you must tell me one thing."
"Anything."
"Tell me I am prettier than Nicole Kidman."
"Wait! You didn't say anything about lying."
"Do you want to leave here or not?"
Struggling to compose herself Nat opened her mouth. "You are prettier than Nicole."
"Say it like you mean it!"
"You are prettier than Nicole!!" Nat yelled.
"Now kiss me!"
"WHOA!!! No no no no no!! What is going on here? This wasn't part of the deal."
"What deal? Do you want out? Kiss me!!"
Nat closed her eyes and could feel the mutant duck lips moving closer to hers. She gagged. "Hell no!! I can't do it.!!" She opened her eyes just in time to see Tom's silhouette at the end of the hall. He was laughing.
"Did you really think it would be that easy? Did you think I'd let you out of here without some lesbo action for my tittilation?" Tom said as he emerged from the darkness.
"You make me sick!! If you're going to kill me, kill me. Otherwise let me go!"
"Alright Nat. Your wish is my command." Suddenly Nat realized that Tom had a revolver. He pointed it at her and smiled. "On your knees!"
"Before you kill me, will you do one thing for me?"
"Name it quickly!"
"Will you tell Rick that I love him and that I'm sorry."
"UGH! What on earth do you see in this Rick anyway?!!" Tom looked at her in disgust. "Doesn't matter. I'll tell him."
"Thank you." Nat closed her eyes and fell on to her knees.
Tom took aim and cocked the gun. Nat's heart stopped as her whole life flashed before her eyes.
To be continued...
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| To an Ex-Friend |
| 11.22.03 (9:27 pm) [edit] |
It's five past six and I can't wait,
I can't wait any longer,
I'm stepping out on my own.
You always call twenty minutes late.
You've always got some story
Some bullsh-t I can't follow.
You always call when I've given up,
When I've given up on our day,
When I've given up on us.
I don't really want to be difficult,
You never get me anyway,
You don't understand the fuss.
You're never ready when I want to go
Do you even want to be with me?
Or are you just stringing me along?
I make you look good, I stroke your ego.
This is not how friends should behave.
Can't you see you've done me wrong?
You always hang up before you hear
About my day or how I'm feeling.
You're always too tired, can't deal now.
Figures! You've never been there.
Only your concerns have meaning
Tell me, do I matter now?
Now that I'm telling you to f--k off?
Now that I'm saying goodbye?
You go your way, I'll go mine.
I know I won't be that big of a loss.
Still, I want to know why.
Why I wasn't worth your time.
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| Sitting in the Dark, Part VI |
| 11.22.03 (2:15 pm) [edit] |
Nat woke up on the floor of the large empty room. Her head hurt like never before. She sat up and leaned against the wall. The TV was now hidden behind the wall panel and Tom was nowhere in sight. She successfully loosened the wires around her ankles. Soon she was able to slip out of them and spread her feet apart. Leaning on the wall, she got to her feet and staggered around the room. The only way out seemed to be down the poorly lit hallway through which she had been dragged. There were no exits down the hallway. Then she remembered that Tom had pulled a lever to open a wallpanel for the TV and DVD player. She staggered to the far end of the room where she saw 8 levers. Each lever had a title under it. Risky Business, Top Gun, A Few Good Men, Born on the Fourth of July, The Firm, Mission Impossible, Magnolia, Days of Thunder. She figured that one lever would be the way out. She pulled Risky Business.
Suddenly the ground began to shake. She looked around her and noticed that the ceiling was getting lower and lower. Desperately she pulled Born on the Forth of July. Suddenly, a panel opened and as she moved towards it, gallons of water started gushing out of it, filling the ever-shrinking room. She rushed back to the levers and pulled Top Gun and A Few Good Men. The ceiling stopped getting closer and a drain in the floor opened letting the water out. There was no escaping down the drain. She now had 4 choices left. She was scared and didn't know which lever to pull. She closed her eyes and did eeny-meenie-miney-moe. "Moe" landed her on Magnolia. Trembling with fear, she pulled the lever.
The ground began to shake again. "O sh-t!!" This time a wall panel opened and nothing came out of it. It opened to another long hallway. Nat entered gingerly. Her heart was pounding. She couldn't see what was at the end of the hallway but she moved forward steadily. When she was halfway down the hall, she heard the panel behind her close. There was no going back. Slowly but surely she reached the end of the hall. There was wooden door with a key in it. Nat held her breath and turned the key and then the doorknob. She slowly opened the door and peered inside. UGH! Another tiny room like the one she had been in. She was overwhelmed with disappointment. She fell to her knees and sobbed. Suddenly she heard something move in the corner of the room.
"Why are you crying? Don't you like Tom?"
Startled, Nat jumped backwards. A feminine figure came forward from the darkness. Nat averted her eyes when she realized the woman had a face like a mutant duck.
"Oh my God! Did Tom do that to you?" Nat pointed at her face.
"Do what? I was born like this."
"Oh! It's you, Penelope Cruz! For a minute you had me worried." Nat breathed a sigh of relief. "Do you know how to get out of here?"
"Sure, but why would you want to leave? Don't you want to spend every waking moment looking at Tom?"
"Jeebus!! He has you brainwashed!"
To be continued...
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| Listen |
| 11.21.03 (4:15 pm) [edit] |
You can't gain peace by avoiding life.
You can't win if you never play the game.
You can't learn if you never make mistakes.
That's what they tried to tell me,
And I wouldn't listen.
Nothing happens before its time.
Don't judge a book by it's cover.
No two people are the same and you are special.
That's what they tried to tell me,
And I just ignored them.
Life is like a box of chocolates.
Love is knowing and still being there anyway.
You can't love anyone till you learn to love yourself.
That's what they tried to tell me.
Why didn't I listen?
So I've learned nothing and felt nothing
I've got no tolerance or patience for people and things
And at the end of the day, no one really knows me.
What do I have to show for it?
I'll shut up and listen now.
:D
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| Sitting in the Dark, Part V |
| 11.21.03 (11:13 am) [edit] |
After just 20 minutes of talking to Gil Grissom, Rick was annoyed and frustrated. He had asked peculiar questions, intrusive questions and some unbelievably insensitive questions. At one point, Jon had to restrain his friend from punching the Crime Scene Investigator.
"I'm just trying to do my job, Mr.Warden. I can't do that if you don't fully cooperate."
"Just find her! Why are you just standing there? Why are you moving so slowly?"
"Sometimes, if you want to get somewhere quickly, you have to go slow?"
"What the f--k?" Rick was irrate.
Suddenly Captain Brass tapped Rick on the shoulder. "Why don't you come with me and we can talk down at the station."
"Why can't I stay here, just in case she comes back?"
"It would be easier for us to run operations from the station and I'm sure you'll want to be in the loop, Mr.Warden."
"Alright." Rick looked at Jon who was leaning against a police cruiser and observing the scene. Jon nodded at him. He understood that Rick wanted him to stay at the apartment and answer the phone in case Nat called. Then he left with the Captain.
As the they headed down the freeway, Rick began to chew nervously on his fingernails. Captain Brass felt for him.
"Does your wife have any enemies? Anyone that might want to harm her?"
"Not anymore."
"Not anymore? Explain."
"Well, there was this guy, but he's dead now."
"Go on."
"Tom Cruise was her nemisis. He died when he tried to crash our wedding a few years back. He accidentally fell into a bonfire. You might have heard about it. It was in all the papers. The police ruled it an accident but some people thought it was suicide."
"Oh yeah. I heard about that. I also heard some people thought your wife tossed him in there along with some DVDs of his."
"There's no proof of that! If anybody says they saw her do that, they're lying!! LYING!!"
"Ok, ok. Calm down. So it's not Tom Cruise then." Brass scratched his chin. "Do you have any enemies, Mr. Warden?"
"Well, there was this SAS officer and this tosser down at Riverside Studios but no one with murderous intentions."
"Who said anything about murder?"
"Be honest with me, Captain. What chances do I have of seeing Nat alive?"
"I'm sorry. I can't answer that question."
To be continued ....
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| Sitting in the Dark, Part V |
| 11.21.03 (10:57 am) [edit] |
After just 20 minutes of talking to Gil Grissom, Rick was annoyed and frustrated. He had asked peculiar questions, intrusive questions and some unbelievably insensitive questions. At one point, Jon had to restrain his friend from punching the Crime Scene Investigator.
"I'm just trying to do my job, Mr.Warden. I can't do that if you don't fully cooperate."
"Just find her! Why are you just standing there? Why are you moving so slowly?"
"Sometimes, if you want to get somewhere quickly, you have to go slow?"
"What the f--k?" Rick was irrate.
Suddenly Captain Brass tapped Rick on the shoulder. "Why don't you come with me and we can talk down at the station."
"Why can't I stay here, just in case she comes back?"
"It would be easier for us to run operations from the station and I'm sure you'll want to be in the loop, Mr.Warden."
"Alright." Rick looked at Jon who was leaning against a police cruiser and observing the scene. Jon nodded at him. He understood that Rick wanted him to stay at the apartment and answer the phone in case Nat called. Then he left with the Captain.
As the they headed down the freeway, Rick began to chew nervously on his fingernails. Captain Brass felt for him.
"Does your wife have any enemies? Anyone that might want to harm her?"
"Not anymore."
"Not anymore? Explain."
"Well, there was this guy, but he's dead now."
"Go on."
"Tom Cruise was her nemisis. He died when he tried to crash our wedding a few years back. He accidentally fell into a bonfire. You might have heard about it. It was in all the papers. The police ruled it an accident but some people thought it was suicide."
"Oh yeah. I heard about that. I also heard some people thought your wife tossed him in there along with some DVDs of his."
"There's no proof of that! If anybody says they saw her do that, they're lying!! LYING!!"
"Ok, ok. Calm down. So it's not Tom Cruise then." Brass scratched his chin. "Do you have any enemies, Mr. Warden?"
"Well, there was this SAS officer and this tosser down at Riverside Studios but no one with murderous intentions."
"Who said anything about murder?"
"Be honest with me, Captain. What chances do I have of seeing Nat alive?"
"I'm sorry. I can't answer that question."
To be continued ....
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| Sitting in the Dark, Part IV |
| 11.21.03 (10:56 am) [edit] |
Rick woke up in the middle of the night suddenly with fresh sweat on his brow. The last time that had happened, his dear Nat had been in a car accident. At that time he had woken up, washed his face and then received a phone call that she had been taken to the emergency room at Brackenridge hospital. Now he had the same ominous feeling. He looked to his right and saw that Nat was not beside him and that her side of the bed had been undisturbed. It was now 4:00 AM. The last time he saw her it was 9:30PM and she had gone to the store to pick up a few items. He had offered to drive her over but she knew that he was tired and insisted that the walk would do her good. With a sense of urgency he pulled his pants on and stepped into the living room, then the kitchen. There was no sign that Nat had returned from the supermarket. He headed out to the parking lot in front of their apartment and hopped into their Volkswagon Jetta. As he left the parking lot he looked across the street and saw 3 shopping bags with groceries falling out of them on the sidewalk. His heart started pounding. He pulled up beside them and got out of the car. Then he noticed Nat's messenger bag and his heart stopped. He tried to remember the last thing she had said to him before she went out the door.
"When I get back, you'd better be naked!"
Rick froze on the sidewalk. Someone had taken her. Why? Who? Where? He began to shake. He reached for his cellphone and spoke into it. "Call Jon."
After 3 rings, Jon answered in a grumpy voice. "You'd better have a good f--king reason for calling me at this time of the morning!"
"Nat's missing."
"What? She left you again. Can't this wait till the morning?"
"No Jon. She's missing. Someone took her while she was coming from the supermarket."
"What? Are the police there?"
"No, I haven't called them yet."
"What are you waiting for?"
"Jon I have a bad feeling. I have a feeling that I'm never going to see her again."
"Sh-t!! Call the police, for f--k's sake! I'm on my way."
To be continued ...
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| My CSI (fantasy) Boyfriend |
| 11.20.03 (8:27 pm) [edit] |
Your soul mate is Warrick Brown, Nick's buddy. He's
great at his job but due to gambleling problems
he may not be the right one for you. Warrick is
sweet, loyal, and is caring so you may wanna
reconsider.
~*Which CSI is your soulmate? (for girls)*~
brought to you by Quizilla
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| I want to kiss you |
| 11.20.03 (5:55 pm) [edit] |
My mind wanders,
My heart beats out of rhythm,
As I see visions of you.
Does it even matter,
That I'll never be as lucky as them -
The girls that get to kiss you?
I can kiss you when I dream,
And I can dream of you whenever,
Whenever I have a moment to myself.
Does it even matter
That none of this is real,
Except for the love that I feel?
You may not know a thing.
You may not feel a thing.
Inside me is enough love for us both.
Even though you don't know me
I want to love you.
I want to kiss you, now.
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| Sitting in the Dark, Part III |
| 11.20.03 (2:55 pm) [edit] |
Tom pinned Nat to the floor and then pressed the shiny object menacingly on her neck. It drew blood as the edge of it sliced into her skin.
"Oh my God!! You're not going to slit my throat with the Vanilla Sky DVD?"
"No, Nat. I'm going to make you watch it with all the commentary and deleted scenes." Tom laughed into her ear. Nat felt dizzy and weak.
"NO! NO! Please! Just kill me now. I don't deserve to die like that."
"YES YOU DO!" Tom screamed. "I SHOULD MAKE YOU WATCH FAR AND AWAY AND LEGEND! But I'm not entirely satisfied with the final cut of the first and the studios refuse to lose money by putting the latter on DVD."
"Thank God for small miracles." Nat sighed.
Suddenly Tom saw his reflection in the DVD. He quickly smoothed his hair into place, pinched his cheeks and muttered something about sunless tanning spray.
"Face it, Tom. What looks you might have had are gone. You're no longer cute or even interesting."
"SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!! No more talking. Time to sit back and enjoy the feature presentation." Tom did a pirouette before placing a strip of duct tape over Nat's mouth and propping her up against a wall. He walked over to the opposite wall and pulled a lever. A panel in the wall slid open to reveal a 58 inch plasma screen TV.
"Holy sh-t! Imagine playing Halo with 3 friends on that!" Nat thought to herself.
Tom placed the DVD into a player located behind the open panel and the screen lit up. The DVD main menu popped up and Nat saw Tom's face supersized. Suddenly she began to shake and convulse uncontrollably. :shock:
"Sh-t!" Tom ran to her side. "You're not supposed to have a seizure until the opening credits. Sh-t! You can't die now!!"
To be continued...
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| Sitting in the Dark, Part II |
| 11.19.03 (10:18 pm) [edit] |
The door opened slowly and Nat rolled herself into the fetal position and started to whimper. Then she heard the voice. "I'm not going to kill you. Not yet, anyway." The voice was a man's voice, although not very deep. Nat covered her head with her arms. She didn't dare to look at him. She felt him move closer and place his hands on her legs. Suddenly he dragged her by the feet through the doorway. He dragged her down a poorly lit hallway. Nat tried to slow him down but with her hands bound she found it hard to grab onto anything. Finally, he dragged her into a large empty room. Nat ached as her back was bruised and burned from being dragged on hard concrete. She looked up now and could see her kidnapper. She was shocked to see that it was none other than Academy Award nominee Tom Cruise! He saw the shock on her face and laughed in that annoying fake way that he has patented over the years at red carpet events.
"You didn't think I was going to let you get away with throwing me in a bonfire at your wedding?"
"What the f--k? You're supposed to be ashes. I saw you die, you miserable waste of human flesh!"
"Tsk, tsk tsk! Take it easy Nat. There is only so much abuse I can tolerate from you."
"Why am I here? No matter how much you try, I'm still gonna think you suck ass."
"Don't worry Nat. I'm not here to win you over. I'm here to torment you."
"Why? Don't you have anything better to do?"
"No, not really. You see, The Last Samurai was a box office disaster and since then the studios have treated me like a pariah. They say I'm a diva and difficult to work with and that I haven't had a hit in years. I'm working on a comeback. That's where you come in."
"Me. What can I do? I'm just an economist and a really crappy one too."
He laughed and walked away from her. He kneeled to the floor and picked up something shiny. Nat couldn't see what it was. He turned to face her and placed the object behind him. He walked back towards her. Nat began to tremble.
"Look I'm sorry that you bore me. I'm sorry that I'd rather get a yeast infection than watch you onscreen. I can't help it!! Please, don't take it so personally."
"Stop squirming!! There's nothing you can say that will make me change my mind!"
He knelt beside her and Nat tried to roll away. Tom just laughed.
To be continued ...
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| Sitting in the Dark, Part I |
| 11.19.03 (10:16 pm) [edit] |
This is the first segment of a 10 part story. It is completely fictional.
It was late one night when Nat climbed the hill to her apartment complex with heavy shopping bags in each hand and a messenger bag slung over her right shoulder. She could feel her chest getting tighter with each step. The thought of dropping everything and reaching for her inhaler never crossed her mind. All she could think was "Go left. Go left. Go left, right, left." She walked in rhythm, trying to make the climb less painful. At the top of the hill, she felt breathless and lightheaded. Her vision was slightly blurred as she tried to cross the street to her apartment. She looked to her left and could see no cars coming. She looked to her right and saw complete darkness.
After some time had passed Nat found herself sitting in the dark. She had no idea where she was or how she got there. She was cold and wet and appeared to be sitting on some sort of bench. Her arms were bound as well as her feet with rusty wire. Suddenly struck with fear Nat began to cry. "Hello!! Is anybody there? Where am I? CAN SOMEBODY HEAR ME??? HELP!!! HELP!!!" She cried and screamed for some time and then her voice began to go. Her throat was dry and she could hardly hear herself say, "Am I going to die here?" She cried herself to sleep then moaned as she dreamed of demons and ghouls and other terrible things.
She woke up again with no clue of how much time had passed. There was a light over her. A single lightbulb hung from the ceiling. She could see that she was in some tiny room with a table in one corner and the bench on which she lay in another. At the other end was a wooden door. She could see light filtering through the key hole. She fell to her knees and scrambled to the door. Her wrists ached as she tried to pull herself up with the doorknob. She peered through the keyhole hoping to see something. Instead her eye was met with another eye. This was no ordinary eye. It was bloodshot and cold. Nat fell back onto the floor at the sight of it. Suddenly she heard a key put into the keyhole and she saw the doorknob turn. "Oh God! I don't want to die!"
To be continued...
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| M-blog Refugees! |
| 11.19.03 (4:29 pm) [edit] |
Where are you guys? Please let me know your URLs. I don't want to lose touch with some of my fave bloggers.
Nat xxx
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| Preparing for life after M-blog |
| 11.19.03 (2:31 pm) [edit] |
I have a feeling that M-blog won't be able to stay afloat much longer. So I'm here, not quite another refugee but I am setting up chop just in case. To everyone making the move with me and to all the people here on tblog:
GUTEN TAG!
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