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Why nothing can go faster than light. I accept that this is so, but why? What is so special about light that it defines ultimate speed?

Is it just a coincidence that light is the same speed as the fastest that can be, or is it based purely on the limitations of human observation?

You can find a positive spin to most things. For example -
"I so admire your dedication to your craft. Not many actors would take the initiative to inhale helium gas in order to achieve the unbroken voice of a prepubescant boy every night."

Nurofen, I love you.
You make my day go by
Almost as unafflicted
As when I wake with working eyes.

When I carry my head like a too-full cup
When my stomach threatens to invert
When my gyroscope won't allow down or up
And I want to trepan to remove the hurt
When the storm cloud gathers off-centre
So I can't see, let alone read
When I lie still, unable to sleep
I reach for you, you're what I need.

Oh, Nurofen Migraine Pain
In your Cadbury purple box
Thanks to you I am not a caveman
Drilling into my skull with sharp rocks.

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I think the longest was Stephen King's It, and the shortest Garth Nix's The creature in the Case. I actually bought It because it was nearly as thick as it was wide, because all his books on that shelf were £7.99 and I'm going to get my money's worth if I possibly can. The creature in the Case was actually a free booklet to promote reading, given away as part of World Book Day. It's actually a short story, and in his short story collection Across The Wall.

Running into someone you used to be envious of for how much better they were at one ambition to discover that they are astronomically more successful than you at another that you didn't even know you shared is its own special kind of depressing. Especially if you make a right tit of yourself during the encounter and just happen to look like a jumble sale dragged backwards through a hedge while they are ready for their closeup.

My laptop decided on Saturday night that it didn't like life and wasn't having any more of it. I'd left it on all day fighting cancer.
So I left it to cool down, then tried to boot up again - it died with a little 'pew!' sound after about twice as long as it should take for a laptop to boot had elapsed. Since then, it has alternately started booting and sat on the black screen with the Windows flag pulsing in and out until the battery dies/I kill it at the power switch, and whinging at me because it wasn't shut down properly last time. It's the latter state that is actually more useful, because it will let me try to fix the problem from there. I've gone down all the 'advanced' repair options - automatic startup repair, system restore, hard drive diagnostics - that I can. I hadn't done system image repair or DOS prompt, because I didn't have the relevant CD or harddrive for the first, and I have no clue what I'm doing with the second.
On the offchance I plugged my portable harddrive into a port the last time I tried to boot, and it allowed me to attempt the image doohickey. It's doing that now.

If this is unsuccessful, can anyone recommend a computer repairman?

I still miss him so much.



With his songs of discontent, and his cartoon cat run... I just miss him. And any time I say it out loud I cry.

I can't do a poll because I've not got a paid account so I need to ask for comments, but I don't know what to write - I've narrowed my longlist of concepts down to a shortlist, and can't get any further.

Fractured Woman: A woman with multiple personalities, with vastly different and contradictory goals. One wants to get sterilised, one wants a baby, and a third(male) just tries to stay out of the firing line.

Stark Raving Love: Based on the songs of Jim Steinman, a teenage love triangle becomes deadly when you throw in a silver Black Phantom bike. Ghosts and redemption set in a small town in Texas.

Lost in a Good Book: The title will have to change as it's one of Jasper Fforde's. A troubled young boy finds refuge from his splintering family life and school bullies in a battered paperback stolen from the English department during a particularly boring cover lesson. The book was abandoned for a reason - it absorbs its readers. He finds a previous victim still in there, and together they need to find a way out. Excerpts of Stark Raving Love for the book.

I Used To Drive One Of those/Road To Nowhere: a pair of short stories. Driving late one night, a woman on the brink of a crisis(possibly divorce) finds that all the cars on the road with her are ones she has owned and driven at some point in her life. Memories related to each of them help her reach a conclusion about her current situation and a plan of action. Elsewhere, a visiting friend or relative unfamiliar with South London finds themselves driving on the M23 - all the way to Crystal Palace.(for those who don't know, the M23 is a partial motorway that was mostly abandoned long before completion. It goes from the M25 for about 3 junctions before stopping dead and forcing you up a slip road onto a B-road which then winds through the town. It was originally planned to go all the way into central London.) Not realising, they find themselves stopping at a service station along the way and somewhy needing to go back(leaving something important behind) - and of course, it doesn't exist.

Good Times Being Human: This one's a bit hairy because it's fanfiction. George, Mitchell and Annie(and possibly Nina) decide that it's about time they had a holiday, and make plans to go to Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party in Orlando. Unfortunately they fond themselves at the tail end of a freakish hurricane season, and stranded in Louisiana, where they hire a car and end up in Bon Temps. They meet and interact with the True Blood characters. Hijinks ensue.


All of them seem equally easy to write, and any of them could run out of steam at any point. What do I do?

David Abraham stepped adverb out into the adjective sunshine, and admired Doktor Improbable's body part. "Ah," he sighed, "That's an adjective sight."

Doktor Improbable climbed off the noun and walked adverb across the grass to greet his lover. David Abraham patted Doktor Improbable on the body part and then tried to transitive verb him adverb, but without success.

"That's all right, we can try again," Doktor Improbable said and held out an adjective noun. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to transitive verb."

David Abraham swallowed the noun at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to transitive verb adverb. They transitive verb past tense extended metaphor about love. Three times.

And then the neighbor told them to get off his lawn.

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