I am not wishing just to pray. I want to make actual help, even helping him by actual work... So, I am willing to offer arts if someone can help our Georgie out of this situation.
Dream Diary - 2014.04.01.I was visiting some conference. Strolling around and looking on all tables, I saw toys, books, comics and movies for sale, copied or even produced on the spot. Enjoying the time and giggling when a very few thought that my dreamt feline shape is a costume, I saw something that made me more than interested: a huge molino reading "Dedicating at table A: Isaac and Janet Asimov". Heart pounding as the fangirl in me took over the mind, I gone there, and saw the master himself there.Dream Diary - 2014.04.01. by Letrune
Shy, I circled around a bit, looking on what else is in the room, but then I got my little bravery inside, and walked up there. Asimov had a huge pile of his books, and someone even built a huge throne out of them, giving a majestic look. I felt tiny when gone near, even while I was about the same height, and my legs shook as I asked for an autograph.
Both Isaac and Janet smiled on me, and with a few kind, if jokingly "seductive" words, I got a cope of The Foundation with "To my first feline fan, from Isaac" fro
A happy ride (commission) I had a long day at the studio - lots of small roles, extra work, many many scenes I was in. I felt tired, so I stretched my arms and legs as I walked out, sat into Elaie and started her. She backfired and shook me before sputtering and purring up, going without problem to home. I felt a little strange on this start, so I decided to think on it… I had spent the last two weeks without much rides with Elaie for our own fun, given many work I had. Going toward home, I decided to ask her.A happy ride (commission) by Letrune
“What do you think, Elaie? I did too much work and not enough play with you?” The answer came in the shape of a backfire, so I smiled as I turned toward home. “You’d like to play kitten in distress?” again, a backfire, which I considered as a yes. As I turned toward the garage, Elaie sputtered, coughed, then with a backfire and a sigh, she stopped, engine cutting out with a dry exhale.
“Oh my… You ran out of fuel just a few metres befo