whiteadelphi

...so the Writer's Block thing is broken, then.  I HAD AN ENTRY HERE.  Which I am too lazy to type up again.  Therefore:

I AM GOOD AT SOME STUFF. 

^ Supremely vague summation.

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In 1997 I walked into town from Fulham Gardens and cut a path along the River Torrens and was still halfway along the river when night fell. And I wasn't too far from the Morphett Street bridge when something caught my attention on the riverbank. Namely, a pitch-black dog lying there, which kind of ... blended/melded into shadows kind of creepily, that had eyes that were a deep, dying-ember red that flickered.  And it swung its head my way and got to its feet and didn't make a single sound.

My response was pretty straightforward.

 

/just. kept. walking.

I was back there several times during the day, lookng for the right set of circumstances to have given me an optical illusion of what the Mad Russian and I affectionately termed The Hellhound (made no sound, must be a trick of the light), but we never found anything.  We did find a ghost story about a dog associated with the river, though.

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Oh, that's easy.

Don't wait around and hope someone else makes your life better for you. Do it your damn self.

It's faster, more efficient, you'll feel awesome, and if you fail you won't feel crushed by someone else's failure. You'll just try harder. :|