I have decided to jump naked into the wilderness.

with dancing nuns?

If you can give me simple instructions, colorbook, I'll try. (I'm on a PC, not a Mac.)

Actually, Seed, those were whirling dervishes.

Eva, click post reply, click IMG and type the address for the image (it has to be the complete url) into the box, click OK, then submit.

Eva...just like jespah said

OH MY GOD IT WORKED! sorry gus for spoiling your thread but i have never been able to post a picture before...now all you smart people out there is there a better way to copy the url...i had to do this one by hand...

to fit in the story though..this is the sky that Gus sees after smoking some of his new mother-in-laws wacky tabacky...

Okay, I will try.

Auk Ta Shaa took Gus to a nearby breeder to pick out some sled dogs. He'd better hurry up and get them trained before winter sets in.



(Psst...Gus, I think you oughta feed those dogs. They're staring at you as if you were dinner.)

WOW! It worked!
(Sorry I stretched the screen, though.)

Cute pups!

You're right, they look hungry.

willow, it is a goal of mine to see the Northern Lights in person one day. I even wrote a poem about it some number of years ago, and I might have it on this computer somewhere. Dare I find it and post it?

sure smog post away..gus needs diversions ( and me too)

Let's hope that by the time it snows...Gus will opt to wear clothes. In Anchorage, AK it is 39°F

Okay, it didn't take me very long to find it. Keep in mind that this poem is old, and I consider myself a better writer now, and I haven't written poetry in a while since I'm not too fond of it anymore. Annnyyyywaaayyy.....

I can just barely see the two discolored spots on my ceiling
And I can just barely see colors swirling through the sky
The solar energy hitting the Van Allen belts
The solar winds shaping the magnetosphere
And I can see myself sitting in a clearing in the woods
Next to a frozen lake that's been that way for months
Where it snows everyday but it's no big deal anymore
And for some reason the cold doesn't seem to bother me
Sitting there and waiting for it to be midnight
But the time is irrelevant since it's been dark for days
And then at midnight
It happens
For two hours
I don't move
And they say you can smell and feel the electricity in the air
While it's flowing through me I think about everything I have missed
Everything I have missed while trying
To expand over everything
But sitting underneath that night sky thousands of miles away
All of the radio interference is natural
And trapped and reflected in the stratosphere
I want you to lie there and stare up at this scene with me
But I guess I don't have to explain
Because I know you understand.

wonderful! thanks!

the gang here at A2k decided you needed some company...see you in a few.

Beautiful, Smog, my friend; your words always are, whether in parentheses or not.

So are willow's
Welcome, our Russian friend

Willow, make sure you click preview to see if picture takes

O, I'm not Russian, Panz.. let me give you a clue:

La luna vino a la fragua
con su polisón de nardos.
El niño la mira, mira.
El niño la está mirando.

En el aire conmovido
mueve la luna sus brazos
y enseña, lúbrica y pura,
sus senos de duro estaño.

Huye luna, luna, luna.
Si vinieran los gitanos,
harían con tu corazón
collares y anillos blancos.

Niño, déjame que baile.
Cuando vengan los gitanos,
te encontrarán sobre el yunque
con los ojillos cerrados.

Huye luna, luna, luna,
que ya siento sus caballos.

Niño, déjame, no pises
mi blancor almidonado.

El jinete se acercaba
tocando el tambor del llano.
Dentro de la fragua el niño,
tiene los ojos cerrados.

Por el olivar venían,
bronce y sueño, los gitanos.
Las cabezas levantadas
y los ojos entornados.

Cómo canta la zumaya,
¡ay, cómo canta en el árbol!
Por el cielo va la luna
con un niño de la mano.

Dentro de la fragua lloran,
dando gritos, los gitanos.
El aire la vela, vela.
El aire la está velando.

i am back to being frustrated...why did it work one time and not the next? crap...

Willow had my eternal respect since seeing 'I only do what my rice krispies tell me to do.' Her writing is beautiful.