Greetings! I come from The Agony Booth, the site maintained by our mutual friend Al Walker. That's some really neat poetry I must say! (This coming from a prospective English Literature student, and thus a candidate to become a writer.) I like it!

Oh, the Agony Booth! I should visit again, Albert is so funny.

I'm glad you enjoyed it, send me some of yours sometime and I'd be happy to read!

Hey, I saw this link at the Booth too. Premier Blah made it over here, huh? Can The Doctor be far behind?

Looks like Helena even has her own IMDb entry: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2082867/ -- I wonder if she can tell us what it's like being a big shot with a "filmography".

By the way, I saw this: http://www.flickr.com/photos/poethelena/57875126/in/set-72057594097625719/

I saw that pic and got majorly turned on. Does this mean there's something wrong with me?

I used to go to Skylight books once a week to pick up back stage west.

I had similar cards to find recently: a dear friend's father died, and another friend is having a baby soon. Felt weird mailing off a condolence card and baby shower gift on the same day.

Finding the right words is hard sometimes.

Haha! Now I remember why I loved Agony Booth so much. You can't beat the crowd :) Yeah, I won't deny that as a huge movie nerd I nearly died of joy when I found out I was in IMDb. It doesn't take much to make me happy :) Of course, it also means I will be forever associated with...Trippin'...but hey, beggars can't be choosers!

Claire, isn't it a great shop? They also carry all the FOUND magazines and books, and tons of hard to find stuff. I'd much rather spend my money there than some huge chain. I buy myself a magazine, then go read it in the little coffeeshop next door. Starbucks and Barnes & Noble don't need my help. Sorry about your friend's dad, by the way. Hope they're ok.

Lance, I nearly forgot! I don't even have to look to know you are talking about the Small Wonder costume, and I think the answer is a resounding No, there is nothing wrong with you. And if there IS something wrong with you, there's something wrong with nearly every man I call a friend (or more), because they seem to agree with you, on the whole. I think it's the mayjanes and knee socks. Or maybe the fact that a robot won't ask you to cuddle when you're through.

Ah, hello all again! Good to see you again Lance Stargrove. I managed to find a piece of some poetry I made for a friend, if I could just post it here:

Beauty
is like a river
a wave of powerful force
of emotional
aesthetics
and intellectual reasoning
Constantly battling in a
living reasoning mind.
It relies on the fragile stability
of love
of contentment
with the world.
But most of all
with peace
internal
and external
flowing through
as the world's blood
Vital
and nourishing.

Her beauty is that of a billion stars,
Guiding a wery passenger to safety,
Only to be lost in her blinding eyes,
Piercing through space,
To land on her soft, sweet, sensous lips,
And therein abide
For all eternity to witness
And all the universe to marvel and wonder at.
Her simple caress destroys fortresses of war,
Her warm breath on my skin melts snow,
Her voice - would make the globe halt on her axis
And pay heed to her, and her only.

Do I exaggerate and embellish? Perhaps I do.
But immerse yourself in her beauty
And then return to me
And ask me again.

"like 8th grade friends"

perfect.