This is still sort of a work in progress.  Mostly in the pipe linking department, but also in a few other areas.

"Ready the cannons!"

"The cannons are ready, sir,.  May I ask what the commotion is about, sir?"

"We're under attack, my boy!"

"Under attack?!  But who would be attacking us?"

"Why, son, none other than those damn Waffles!"

"The Waffles?!  Surely it cannot be!"

"I'm afraid it is so.  Everyone has been alerted.  Cities are being evacuated.  We must do our best, son!"

---

And so, the waffle invasion begain.  Waffles rained down from the sky, there was no escape.  The waffles fell at such great speeds that they crashed right through buildings.  The great anti-waffle cannon, while destroying hundreds upon thousands of the nefarious waffles, eventually succumbed to the onslaught.

---

"Dr. von Syrup, I came as quickly as I could!  You said you've developed something to rid us of the waffle invaders?"

"Why yes, Butter, my young assistant, I have developed the ultimate anti-waffle weapon!  Surely to save us all!"

"Well, what is it?!"

Dr. von Syrup pulled the white curtain off of the here-to-now hidden 'ultimate weapon.'

"Why it's... it's... what is it?"

"This," the professor said, as he pointed to a large plastic lady filled with a translucent, dark brown substance, "is Jemima.  Code name 'Aunt.'"

"So this is the mysterious 'Aunt' project!"

"Yes.  All one has to do is simply--"

And with what was possibly the worst timing in the history of the known universe, a waffle came crashing down right onto Dr. von Syrup.  He was killed instantly, along with the answer to humanity's crisis.

---

"So what does one dead human say to the other dead human?"  A waffle husband asks his waffle wife.

"I dunno, what?"

"Nothing, because they're both dead!"

"Enough with the dead human jokes, OK?  Let's see what's on TV."

A gray glow filled the great waffle room of the waffle house, accompanied with the sound of static.

"Hm.  It probably wasn't the best idea to destroy all the humans, now was it, deary?"

"Probably not."

The waffle husband shut off the TV, tucked his waffle children into their waffle beds, and joined his waffle wife in their own waffle bed.

"Goodnight honey...  Honey?  Are you there?"

He turned on the waffle lamp and pulled back the waffle blanket.  At the top of the waffle wife's perfectly round body was a decidedly human-mouth sized chunk of waffle missing from the waffle husband's waffle wife.

TF seems to be running VERY well as of late.  It went down only once today, and it quickly came back up.  I'm still gonna send the letter though.  After a little more tweaking...

If you checked out the picture above, then you saw my new speakers!  OMG they rock!  It's so freaking awesome!  Man, they beat headphones anyday!  Also: There are inputs for standard RCA left and right channel.  The red and white plugs on the back of your TV.  This means I can plug my Gamecube directly into the speakers!  No more going through my blah onboard sound card! w00t!

I've been working on something for Creative Writing:

The dark rain clouds rolled in, the thunder roared off in the distance.

"Beautiful." he said, in an appreciative tone.

It was late in the afternoon, the sun was no longer at its height.  When the first cool drops hit his body, he slowed h is bike and took his time getting home.  The storm was directly overhead, as signaled by another crash of thunder.

It was over before it started.  A white flash, and then he was thrust from his bike.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a bright light.  After letting his eyes get used to the light, he saw that he was in a white room.  It smelled cleaner than clean.  He looked around and took note of his surroundings.  There was a silver sink along the wall to his right.  Further back along that wall was a wooden door.  To his left was a window, a long window that covered the entire wall.  He could see oak trees and tall buildings out that window.  The sun was shining.

For the first time since he awoke, he wondered why he was in this room.  He still had no idea where he was until a lady walked through the door.  She was a tall, lightly-built woman with a face like an angel and golden, blond hair that barely touched her shoulders.  She had on a green apron.  A hospital apron.  When he realized where he was, he jerked up and began to interrogate the nurse.

"What happened?  What am I doing here?  Where's my family?"

"It's good to see you awake.  What do you remember last?" she said calmly.

"Uh...  I was...  I was riding my bike...  I was going home... from... from... my friend's house..."  He was having a hard time trying to recall the events.

"Uh huh.  Good, good.  Anything else?" she asked.

"Um...  I remember being wet...  It was raining!  I was riding home in the rain!"

"Yes!  Very good.  Do you remember what happened?"

"What...  happened?"  He had no idea what she was talking about.

"You were struck by lightning.  You were found laying unconscious, five feet from your bike, scratched up pretty badly."

"Where's my family?  Do they know where I am?"

"Yes, yes.  They're in the hall, they will be in shortly.  Now just relax."

The nurse took his temperature, checked his pulse and other vitals, recorded some observations, and left to inform his family about his condition.

He was studying the trees outside the window when he found himself swallowed by the darkness.  When he awoke, he found himself in the damp grass, his bike roughly five feet away.

I've got a little bit more, but I like ending it right there just for a preview.  I have a pretty stable idea of what I wanna do with this.  It'll be very interesting.  I already like it.

Basically what we were doing, sometime last week, was designing a character, sketching out all of the little details, etc., etc.  At the end of last week we had to start thinking of a situation to put this character into.  We've been kinda sharing our ideas and such since Monday.  There are some VERY interesting ideas and VERY good writers out there.

I've also been working on a little poem of sorts:

See the man with the lonely eyes,
Take his hand, you'll be surprised.
At the places you'll go, the wonders you'll see.
The things you'll do, the things you'll experience.
See the man with the lonely eyes,
Take his hand, you'll be surprised.
Things you've never imagined
will all be possible.
See the man with the lonely eyes,
Take his hand, you'll be surprised.
Never know who you'll meet,
What you'll see, where you'll go;
When you see the man with the lonely eyes
And take his hand, 'cause you'll be surprised.