It's been a tradition in my family for a number of years for my mom to give each of us one of those three and a half inch notebooks for Christmas. While mine contain the usual shopping lists and addresses one might expect a notebook of that size to contain, they've also come to serve a different purpose for me: if I'm in a cafe by myself drinking wine, or in a park, or waiting for the bus, or having a break at work, I like to think about life, weird possibilities, odd scenarios, you name it, ...
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I finally figured out how to link Disqus to this site. It doesn't seem to be working for the Legend's Ghost news blog yet, but it does work for this one. So feel free to comment on the blog entries. Please remember, though, that even though this is the internet, you are dealing with living, breathing humans, and you have no idea what any of these humans might be dealing with at the moment. You can disagree with what I or other posters say, but please do so in the spirit of intelligent discuss...
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I have a complex relationship with damsel in distress stories. I don't like the idea of the helpless little woman needing the big, strong man to ride in on a white horse to rescue her. I'd rather be the lady who, if she happens to find herself kidnapped and locked in a tower, either slays the dragon, uses her ingenuity to escape, or uses her wits to convince the dragon that it's actually allergic to human flesh, and then goes outside to find an attractive knight in shining armor royally impre...
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