AzurePhoenix

It seems likely that at least one of your parents has the same trait, it simply manifested itself differently based on the environment they devloped in

Don't forget the density of Great Aunt Claire after two infusions of blood and a liposuction

all I know is that politicians are the ones who add more and more beuracracy (sp?) to the system as time goes on. Why? In order to tangle everything up so thoroughjly that the real work ca't actually make it up to them thereby giving them a term-long break, and also, all the beuracracy makes it easier to hide their shady dealing.

requiring such math classes is cruel and unusual, but as long as we're not being punished proper, so much as being pointlessly tormented, it's not unconstitutional. Therefore, In the US, we must suffer through four years of evil fishy riddles

He'd better not pursue his blaming, lest he end up like his poor pup. ON'e thing's for sure, this guy should never be allowed in a zoo

Possibly describe yourself as well, just so we know who not to get close to

Chances of new humans? Without a doubt the answer is; Zero, Zilch, Nil, Nada. Humans as we know them would certainly be gone for good, but I'm betting any civilization that comes from monkeys or apes (or gibbons) would be similar to ours in many respects, physically and socially. Far closer to our own than say if squirrels, keas or octopus proved to be the next great intelligence, simply because they're scary-close to us anyway.

long blonde hair, an amber-bladed lighsaber (whisk-hilt if possible)

I don't care if I end up looking like a malformed potato, but at least a pretty malformed potato

Perfection is in the eye of the beholder, thereby impossible to realistically engineer no matter what. And yeah, people will always fail, no matter what, but that's for the best. Without failure, there is no success. The constant threat of failure is perhaps the greatest motivator there is. And if these kids are engineered with just a little extra edge, then maybe their successes will be just that much more notable, even if their failures are jsut as hard, or harder. Anyway, part of what makes you you is who raises you, and how so, your experiences, etc. I was raised to fail, or at the best, seek mediocrity, but I strained against my training because of my natural drive and ambition. As a result, I'm doing okay, a little better than I must to get by. That little extra boost of inherant ambition might be a good plus for other kids with lousy folks.

What is the basis for the Green-Blooded Lizard's green blood? Would it be similar to that of the "lower" phyla?

I'm just thankful for the protection they give against sunburn and bug bites, or scratches from course vegetation out in the desert or the woods.

oh right, my description, long blonde hair, preferred clothing is mentioned in the thread about clothing. I love my hat.

Just for the record, i think the act of "diciplinary hitting" should be reserved for when the kid knows he's doing something wrong, whether screaming at the top of his lungs, drinking grape juice in the living room, or for outright lieing or defiance.

Sorry YT, but sometimes there's no other way. My parent's coddled my youngest siblings, and they don't respond to anything. My parents are afraid to yell and hit at them, so the kids look at them as pansy-assed pushovers, so they do whatever they like at home. Therefore, I smack them in the back of the head, slap their hands or flick their ears when they cross lines (or on rare occasions tackle their legs and sit on them until they concede to my will). Now they respond to me as the responsible adult more than they do their parents. And as of yet, the seven year old has yet to fall in with drugs Seems like a success to me.

Ah man, I doubt you could give me my fisherman hat. That would rock.

I didn't light the tubes on fire per say, I just filled them with an ignitable substance,which I just accidently happened to ignite. Thanks phi, methane sounds right, especially witht eh color. I'll have to see if tehir were any old trashpits around their while they were working on the dam (it was by a lake) Another stupid mistake. I unknowingly caught a Tarantula Hawk, which apparently has the most painful sting in N. America, I didn't know that, let it crawl across my hand, up my neck, over my ear. No stings though.

That doesn't seem to me to be enough to propel a jet of blue flame twenty feet, plus the minimum of thirty feet that the hole dropped down. What else have I done? I set a rose bush on fire, well, one rose, then the bush followed. Man, the neighbors were pissed....

how about a lightsaber in which the hilt resembles a whisk (with spinning whisk blades?)? If possible, I'd prefer it amber colored.... And don't worry, Phi, I have no wrath for you. Just give it time

I have to think back..... practicing cartwheels and backflips upstairs in the loft..... got carried away and slammed into the railing, would have flung myself over if my boyfriend hadn't snagged me. here's another found these deep tubes out in the woods, dropped a few molotov cocktails down them, but they wouldn't ignite. Soaked a rag in lighterfluid, ignited it, dropped in down the hole, and looked down it, barely moved out of the way to dodge a twenty foot jet of blue flame. I really want to know what was at the bottom of that hole. Man I got scorched....

Decided to take up archery. Decent shot, but my third arrow ricocheted into my leg (rounded practice tips.) I take another shot, the arrow ricochets, hits me right in the breast, ouch... decide third time's the charm, take the shot, it ricochets back to my face, which I barely block with my palm. NUmber two; decided that people were over-reacting when they said the raven at the wildlife center was pure evil, and that one must carry a hose at all times around him. I go into his aviary. He seems sweet. I scratch his head, feed him some rat liver, turn around, set down the hose to sweep, and he mauls my hair, get's tangled, spears my scalp with his bill a few times.

hehehe, cute, I feel loved

You guys seem to be forgetting the most important element in any story, the hot babe with heavy weaponry.

MY favorite...low-rider jeans cut off at the knees, a low-cut blue button-down halter (bare midriff), maybe under a denim jacket (again, stops at midriff), with light blue vans (damn flipflop craze) and on cooler days, a fisherman's hat with an eagle feather tucked in it and a turquoise-beaded rattler skin hat-band.

not at all, he be all APE my friend