Ransom

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Figures. But you know, us non-PC types can call it what we like!

I think I am going to download Firefox. But, just to confirm that my IE wouldn't work either, I tried that this morning, and got the same reaction — nothing. I just hope is isn't some easy fix within my computer, that I'm too stupid to recognise. Some little deal where you click "open" or "block" or "allow" somewhere. Although I had no problems with PB before they told me my version of Safari was too old. You would think fixing that would have solved the problem. I really hate it when computer stuff make me feel like an idiot. ......

Wow, Duchess, I'm impressed! I had no idea you were a pilot. I sent the links to my dad. He's been a pilot for over 50 yrs, and is still flying. He has flown a Corsair, which is an extreamly difficult plane to fly, due to the huge amount of engine torc. I guess that was the biggest reason they lost pilots during the war while training them. My dad flew it so well, he got a compliment from the man who owned the plane. I believe he did this in Texas, but I can't remember the airfield. It's the place they have the Confederate Air Force collection of vintage planes. I think I got that right. It's been a long time ago that he flew the plane.

Someone else I know suggested FireFox, but I haven't heard of the others you mention. The only other browser on my computer right now, is the old IE, which I think is pretty much a dinasaur, isn't it? Yeah, very un-Mac like. And I have Mac 0S X which is now at 10.4 Go figure.

Thanks for the info. The whole thing is pretty frustrating. I used PB for two years with no problems at all. I did the upgrade, per their request, and it still won't work. And I've done all the usual suggestions they list — toss my cookies, dump my cache, empty the trash, check Java Script, etc. All that is fine. Actually, the thing that sends my blood pressure soaring, is the fact that you can't contact them directly and tell them what's going on. I think the only way you can do that is to join their forum, and for that you have to register — again, as it is seperate from your regular account. Sigh. One interesting side effect of my computer upgrate, is that a lot of the smilies on the Pub look like they're having acid-siezures — flashing in weird colors like a marque sign gone berserk.

Okay, now I'm really p....sed! I was told by PB that I needed to upgrade my browser. Okay, fine. I got an upgrade for my computer (fortunately, from someone who had the discs and loaned them to me, so no $135). It upgraded my Safari browser from 1.3 up to 2.0, which is PB compatable. But... MY *$%#!@* PHOTOBUCKET ACCOUNT STILL WON'T WORK!!! And you can't PM a real person ANYWHERE on that flipping site. All you get are lists of "Have you tried this?" crap. So, I can get into my account, I just can't do ANYTHING with it. And if I go to their tutorial page, it makes my browser crash. I AM NOT HAPPY WITH PHOTOBUCKET Is there any other site where you can store photos so you can post them on the Pub and other forums?

Get legal advice RIGHT NOW! This is not a time to wait for someone else to aid you. CALL SOMEONE Merry! I agree with Iron Bess. Mary, GET A LAWYER!!!!! Your health isn't something to mess around with, and unforetunately, doctors are hog-tied by the insurance companies. Discusting fact, but true.

Well, I found all sorts of goodies at the craft store, and have been thinking over drawing ideas as well, so I am ready for round three to commence! And Silkie, I'm sorry you couldn't jump in this round, but I think you made a wise decision. Having done this before, you know how frustrating it can be when people, for whatever reason, drop out in the middle of things. I'm proud of you, girl.

I'm not sure if they sell Kelly Moore paint in Oregon, but the red foyer sounds smashing. Actually, the fact that your bedroom HAS a foyer sounds smashing. When you live in a 1970s era rancher of 1,200 sq ft, things get a bit cramped — no foyers. However, yesterday we were looking at possible dark green curtains, inexpensive ones made to look like a pattern of cut velvet leaves. They would look awesome against the red. Color choices for said room have been narrowed down to three, with Maderia Red, and Montpelier Red Velvet from Lowes, running neck and neck. Now I am contemplating a small project — sanding and painting a cute little end table/bookshelf that I was given for free at a garage sale, when I bought a big box trunk for $20. The table is an odd, decapitated pyramid shape, so lends itself to becoming a sitting stool as well, if I add a padded cushion on top. It will also be the first time I get to use my handy-dandy new palm sander.

I am astonished, suh. We have something else in common. Who would have thought!

WAY too bloody hot to cook. 100 degrees right now, and heading to 102 tomorrow. Dinner, therefore, will be: Brushetta with olive tempanade Cold tomato and cucumber salad And possibly BBQ-grilled brunschwiger (?) tossed in fresh lemon juice. Fresh cherries for desert

None taken. It is an oft-made mistake, since my name isn't exactly gender-specific. And should we ever meet, I would be happy to sit and enjoy a drink together. Also, I was not trying to stir up a debate on poetry lovers vs non-poetry lovers. To me it was more a matter of courtesy. Dear Mission is free to find poetry as fatuous as he pleases. I, for one, am not a huge fan of poetry either. I just thought the remark a little insensitive. But, like a true gentleman, he has apologized. Bravo. And Hester, I see our choices in murder mysteries are very similar. I too like Martha Grimes, and Elizabeth Peters. I used to read quite a bit of Elizabeth George, until I heard her give an extreamly "fatuous" commencement speech at the Universidty of Calif. at Riverside, when I had gone to see my best friend receive his Doctorate in History. I was so dissappoined in her, that I quit reading her books. It really was the stupidest speech I had ever heard. Might I suggest to you Minnette (?) Walters. Very good reads.

Mission, even if you really feel this way, why would you post such an insulting remark right after a post made by someone working very hard to compile a book of poetry? In this case, it might have been more polite to keep that one thought to yourself.

Out of the Ruins by Sally S. Wright Fiction — The conflict between a Southern family who has owned most of Cumberland Island for generations, and the government and developers who are trying to force them to sell, so they can bring in tourists. Much family intrique, and of course...murder. Very good read. I have a weakness for really good murder mysteries. Anyone else? (Come on, we can't read books on boats and pirates — or in Mission's case, removing limbs — ALL the time. )

Subconciously, I took the blow to the cheek as just another in a long line of blows and injuries I had recieved over the years. However, they were not usually followed by soft, encouraging words to wake. No, usually they were followed by either more blows, or harsh words shouted in mocking anger, and a few kicks in the ribs. Cautiously, I opened one eye, still unsure where I was or how I had gained a prone position. Sebastian's face came into focus, and I smiled. Then I looked past him, recognizing the faces of my crew, but not all of the other men in the room. Lady Violet and Albert stood to one side, glaring in my direction. Slowly I sat up and surveyed the crowd. "My, it looks like the Capulets and the Montaques. Yet I see Othello has taken the place of Tybalt." I turned to Christophe, "And you must be Mercutio?" I looked at Africa. "It will be all right. Africa, you stay, but one of you tell Ludo what has happened, and continue to keep watch on my special friend." Africa nodded, then spoke to Tunney. The men dispersed as quickly as they had come. Africa stayed planted in the middle of the room like a giant oak, and just as immovable. Redirecting my gaze back to Sebastian, I whispered, "Better take this Juliet home, my Romeo. Let the Moor acompany us. The rest of my crew can put up at the Royal Grace for the night. I'm sure my Aunt will foot the bill, if only to get them out of her house." I shut my eyes a moment, trying to clear my still muddled head. "Can't think why I passed out like that. Must be fumes from that damned Lavender oil the maid smeared on me to help me sleep."

Hilarious — great find! I was laughing out loud as I watched it.

Filled with rage, Africa glared at the Frenchman. In his deepest soul, he wished the Rakehell had never come to this cursed island. He wished the captain had not done business with, and then taken up with this feral-eyed foreigner. He also felt betrayed, for he had taken the captain to the old man for safety and healing, and the old man had turned her over to this virago of an aunt. Africa knew he could take the swordsman, but the man with the pistol would shoot him before he could get to the Frenchman, or his captain. Africa was wise enough to know he would be no use to Ransom if he was shot dead. Behind him, the rest of the crew waited, weapons drawn, pistols cocked. Man to man, the odds were in thier favor, but the damage would be great. With resolution, Africa looked at the unconcious woman, to whom he would give his very life if she asked it, then met the gaze of the man who held her. With his deep voice soaked in menace, he said, "She be our captain. Where she go, we all go. If we let you take her, den we go with you, to make sure she safe. Dat be the only way you and your men walk from dis room. I don believe in your devil, but I send you to meet him if you don agree." And he leveled his pistol at Sebastian's head.

I figured you'd have to come up for air by then — but...maybe not? What do I like in a pyrate? The man I've been married to for the last 17 yrs. — good hands, lean hips, a sense of humor, and a gentleman — well, for a pirate. And he looks damned good in a frock coat.

Weeel, I'm kinda partial to the rubber sword ending myself.

Done!!!! Okay, well, soon. I need to think a little.

HOT and sweaty — and not in a good way! It's been 98-105 here the last week, and we don't have AC in our house. I think I'll go play in the sprinkler!

The first in the Flashman series by George MacDonald Fraser. I scored two used books in the series at a bookstore on the coast What a great anti-hero. The guy you love to hate, or hate to love. Also reading The Great South Sea — English Voyages and Encounters 1570-1750 by Glyndwr Williams. A very good read so far.

Too bad they aren't speed bumps. Maybe it would slow people down enough and we could start the story again. Summer's a busy time, but......I'm game.

Tea and a peanut butter cookie. Buddy, Taz, and Charlie, the three thoroughbred horses I am babysitting for the week — nice to have horses on the place again, even if it is only temporary. My friend, Karen — we had a girl's day yesterday = shopping, talking, and lunch at the Olive Garden. Both my grandmothers, whom I miss very much.