Flypsyde, don’t bother. I emailed him about two months ago with the same question, and the answer is, sadly, no. He just doesn’t have time right now, and no real interest from his publisher either. He’s still hoping to get to it sometime in the future, though. And he has a book either out or coming out really soon - SF, though, I think.
Oh, and robgruver?
Ditto. Glad to know I’m not the only one.
-I quit my job and moved back to Michigan without having anything lined up, and only $1000 in the bank.
-I’m not looking for work as hard as I should.
-I am curently watching Beverly Hills 90210 reruns of FX, and love it.
-I hate my brother. So much so, that I would not pee on him were he on fire.
-I spend too much time online.
-I really enjoy cybersex with strangers.
-I am an outlaw in Peru.
I own the movie “Sommersby” (with Richard Gere) and have watched it at least five times. I sob at the ending every single time. (I feel I should mention that I’m a guy.)
I’ve masturbated at work.
I dated my high school girlfriend all through college, even though we rarely got along at all, because I was too much of a coward to break up with her and be by myself. (Even though I knew at the time I’d be happier without her.) And there were girls I knew liked me, who I liked more than her, that I could have dated if I weren’t such a chicken-shit.
I’m still sometimes pissed off about #3, even though it was six years ago.
For some reason when I was a kid, even up to junior high, I thought people couldn’t see me pick my nose.
I can’t judge people’s (especially women’s) ages at all. I once hit on a 16 year-old girl, who I thought was 22.
I often read the threads in the Pit hoping for an opportunity to be rude to someone who deserves it.
Ok, I thought of a few more:
I collect comic books. I rationalize it by telling people how much they’ll be worth in a few years, but the truth is I like reading the comic books.
My dog is 16 years old. I’ve had her since I was 12. Sometimes I go to my parents’ house to just to visit my dog and when I do, I often cry cuz I know she’s old and will most likely die or have to be put down by the end of the year.
I’m engaged, have been for some time, but do not wish to discuss it on the boards.
I used to drop acid in the Air Force because it wouldn’t show up on a urine test.
I have a nasty temper, and have only learned to control it within the past year or so.
I find myself singing along to Brittney Spears
I drive by my ex-boyfriend’s work to see if he’s there sometimes. And if he is, I go home and order a pizza in hopes that he’ll be the delivery guy, and I can answer the door wearing something cute and slutty.
I gave my best friend a blowjob over the weekend, based entirely on the fact that we were bored and needed something to do.
I’ve woken up crying every day this week from this nitemare I’ve been having. It won’t go away.
I really, really hate my job. The thought of going back makes me cringe. But I’m too nice of a person to leave them stranded, so I grin and bear it. And go home and get completely wasted.
I really wish I had a real life, besides McDonalds and the internet. (Not very likely until I start getting days off again…)
Some more:
~I forgot to mention that I also watched “PopStars” when it was on, and I own the Eden’s Crush CD.
~I am not a mean person, and would never hurt a soul. That being said, I think I would hesitate to help my boss if he were in danger. I wouldn’t personally hurt him, but I wouldn’t want to help.
~I have considered trying to get him fired by using unethical means. I don’t think I’d go through with it, but I have thought about it (a lot).
~I once attended a Joey McIntyre concert. And I went up to the stage afterwards and asked a stage hand to give me his towel. I gave it to my best friend (she’s a huge fan). I’m supposed to be going to another one next weekend, but I’m trying to get out of it.
~Sometimes when I’m bored I watch “Barney.”
~I once hated my sister-in-law, but I now consider her one of my best friends. She’s a really nice person, and I feel really bad that I disliked her for stupid reasons.
~I’m afraid to have kids because I have an anxiety disorder. I am convinced I’ll have post-partum depression, and (even worse) pass my disorder onto my children.
~Despite the above, I wish I could have at least five or six kids.
~I get bummed out when I start a thread that doesn’t get a big response. I have an inferiority complex, and I am convinced that a lot of Dopers don’t like me because I’m boring.
~I still feel guilty about breaking off a close friendship I had in high school. If I could go back and change things, I would do it in a second.
~Secretly, I’m a little jealous because my husband still has his grandma and mine died last year.
~I adore my husband’s family, but I get a little anxious sometimes when I’m with them because I’m afraid I’ll do or say something to make them not like me anymore.
~I should stop adding to this list now because I have a tendency to drone on and on, which I’m sure gets old after a while.
I am really glad I wasn’t sober when I wrote my confessions above, because I probably wouldn’t have otherwise.
I don’t watch tv
I am 18 and dislike most of the new music out there
I pay for cds
I visit the library 3 times a week
I can recite Beck’s Loser from memory
THought of a few more…
I cannot stop smoking. I’ve tried everything.
I’m a ring rat-a wrestling groupie. I know what hotels they stay at in Chicago and go hang at the bar to meet them. That’s how I ended up getting my ass grabbed by DeVon Dudley. I’m planning to go to the Hardyz hotel in August.
I’m obsessive compulsive. I can’t work unless my desk is arranged just so-pen,paper,altoids,diet coke. If someone sits in my cube when I’m gone and changes anything, I have to fix it back. I even use a coaster.
When it comes to Stinky Paws, I have no shame. I stay up late on work nights to email him and suffer the next day. But emailing him makes it all worth it.
I hate Saturdays because that’s the one day I can’t talk to SP either on the phone or email.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever have children of my own.
You are correct, sir. I think you want to say “others’” there.
I arranged that sentence purposefully so I wouldn’t have to bother with commas after “others’” and this sentence continues so I don’t have to figure out the period.
I am 20, white, male, straight
-I often dream about giving my best friend head
-I tried cocaine last Christmas eve
-When I was in high school I onced jerked off in the corner of the school library while flipping through a book of erotic art
-I weigh almost 400 pounds
-I am planning on getting my stomach stapled
-I dont believe in god
-I told a girl I loved her just to have sex with her
-I am not much interested in sex
-I lie a lot for no particular reason
-I am afraid of my mother dying soon
-My brother is in jail for armed robbery
-I want to fall in love
I am 20, white, male, straight
-I often dream about giving my best friend head
-I tried cocaine last Christmas eve
-When I was in high school I onced jerked off in the corner of the school library while flipping through a book of erotic art
-I weigh almost 400 pounds
-I am planning on getting my stomach stapled
-I dont believe in god
-I told a girl I loved her just to have sex with her
-I am not much interested in sex
-I lie a lot for no particular reason
-I am afraid of my mother dying soon
-My brother is in jail for armed robbery
-I want to fall in love
I confess!
falls to knees Lord have mercy…
I confess that I laugh when I see double posts-they make me grin cuz I know the poster has to squirm from the mistake.
(Hah!)
Dammit!! Okay, I’ll confess that I’m weeping openly now. I suppose I’ll have to sate myself on Pratchett until such time as he coughs up a new novel.
Oh, and I’ll confess that I’m REALLY starting to dig Hanging By A Moment, by Lifehouse.
My shame is bottomless.
This is a damn brave thread. Reading it gives me the courage to add my own.
Context: Female, white, 27, single.
I have major medical problems that I haven’t discussed with anyone except for doctors and experts. They’re not life-threatening, thank God. It took me years to begin dealing with them. Sorting them out feels good.
In the midst of a severely suicidal period, I drove 40 miles completely drunk and had a nervous breakdown in the middle of downtown Sacramento, CA.
My first love was gay. He used to torment me with that fact. Part of me loved it.
My second love rejected me. Twice. I think about him every day. I love him when I’m not hating him, and when I’m hating him I wish he’d die.
I’ve stolen from offices and individuals. No guilt, no regrets.
I’ve lied to nearly all my friends.
I’m lousy with money.
Despite all the above (or, rather, partially because of it), I think I’m a damn great person.
I used to shoplift a lot, but I finally got so scared of getting caught that I stopped.
My boyfriend and my dad wear the same kind of underwear…but in different sizes…::::wince::::
The same boyfriend cheated on me once, he got head from another girl the 2nd time we were dating, but I love him and don’t really care. He knows I know, we talked about it for a long time, and now we have a completely different relationship. This is the 3rd time we’ve been “on again”. I have not told my best friends this, for fear that they will think I am being blind and stupid, and hate me for being with him despite the fact that I am genuinely happy. I fear in the deepest part of my heart that he might do it again, even though I know he won’t. Telling this hurts me a lot.
I hit my dad’s truck a couple weeks ago, and I scratched the side of my car when I underestimated a turn and drove through a ditch on my right tires at a 45’ angle. Nobody knows yet.
I’m in love and nobody knows. Yes, it’s with my boyfriend. Yes, it’s the same one who cheated on me. And I hate the fact that I am in love with him because he cheated on me, and I am trying to get over it very very much but I don’t think I should have to “get over it”. Ultimately, I think it will be our undoing.
Ugh. That’s all I can handle for now.
Male, 27, married
We’re planning on moving to a city where a “Maybe in another life…” person lives and that scares me. I will never cheat, and never have, but it still scares me. Every time I see this person, I want to tackle her to the ground and I think she’d like it. As a married guy, a little sexual tension with someone else can be nice, but frightening, too.
I’m the least open person I know - I don’t tell anyone anything, ever. It doesn’t matter if it’s my boyfriend, my best friend, or my family, it doesn’t even matter if it’s IMPORTANT, but I’ll still refuse to say it. So my confessions here are pretty much petty shit that I decided wasn’t too important to spill.
Two friends of mine once had a massive fight, and I was pressured to take sides - so, I pretended I was on both. They both believed me. They both thought I was their biggest supporter. Neither of them ever found out the truth.
I once stole a loaf of bread. Not for any particular reason, I just figured it’d be funny.
I occasionally make things up in conversation, just to see if anyone believes it.
I hated Star Wars, the Matrix, and absolutely loved the up-dated version of Romeo and Juliet. I’ve been told I have some of the worst movie taste possible.
I own two Spice Girls CDs.
I also own an entire collection of Mariah Carey CDs and videos, which I started in Grade 3. Thank the lord I went thorugh that phase quickly.
My confessions list is really not all that juicy. I’m sorry.
Thought of some more,
–I’m a born-again Christian but am ashamed at the state of my walk with God right now, and I believe its really affecting every part of my life
–When completely honest with myself, my dislike of current music is because I’m so jealous that younger kids are doing what I want to do and knowing I could do it better.
–wish my wife paid more attention to me, and selfishly resent that I have to ‘woo’ her in order to receive it.
I did something really dirty with someone in a college dorm bathroom this week, then promptly went to church horny as hell.
Actually, went to church horny as hell all week.
I’ve cried more in the past week than in the past 6 months.