Answer the following on your blog:
1. If you were interviewing the writer of your favourite author/book piece (example that you brought in for class), what questions would you want to ask about the process involved in writing? Include the author's name and the name of your book in your blog entry.

Dr. Seuss
Green Eggs And Ham

What inspired you to write this story? Was is hard to think of a story where every line rhymes, is full of small words and still had a plot? Was it hard only using 50 different words? Did you pan on only having 1 word that had more than one syllable? Where can I get green eggs? Who is Sam?

2. What do writers have to say about their role in writing about freedom of expression?

I don't know what the question is asking, because I don't know who they mean by writers. Well, as a writer, I write whatever I want. As much as teachers and peers tell me what I should write or what they'd like me to write, I don't always listen. If its a good idea, or a school assignment i might take elements from their idea or even use the whole thing but if I don't want to write that I won't. I won't write a paper on how much I love God, when I don't believe there is one. I strongly believe that you should be able to write whatever you like, but public release should be controlled. I don't think that the KKK should be allowed to give out pamphlets to the public on how worthless Africans are. I think that what you write is your own business, but you gotta keep it to yourself. I suppose that you could give it to friends and like-minded people but you can't force it onto innocent strangers or brainwash little kids or any of that crazy shit. I don't really know how it would work, but everyone would be able to write what they wanted, and give it out to their friends and not offend the general public. Somehow.

Unrealistic dreams are my favourite kind! I love dreaming that I'm married to Daniel Radcliffe, that I work for the ATF or that I'm living in Ecuador with my brother-in-law's family. It's not that these things are impossible; they just have a 99.999999999% chance of not happening. I mean realistically, I don't even live in the states, and I don't think I'd be willing to get an American citizenship so I don't think I'm currently eligible for ATF. That, and the whole crazy risking your life for reasons you don't actually know about thing is off putting. So working for ATF is probably not going to ever become relaity.

Hypothetically speaking, I could marry Dan Radcliffe. I mean, it definitely legal and possible. Hypothetically. There's been alot of gay rumours lately about Dan though, and I don't want to lend credence to silly gossip but the gay kiss (at some theatre award show in february, with James Corden, who is openly gay) was kind of questionable. He says that he doesn't want to date actresses which is good for my cause, but not if he's decided to date actors instead. Not that there's anything wrong with it. I mean love is love, right? But I won't lie, I'd cry a little bit if he was gay. Becuase when I was 11, I fell in love with Harry Potter. Mostly the Harry form the books but I always said that Dan Radcliffe is now the only person who can play Harry because he just is Harry. If he was gay it would shake my world. I wouldn't know what to do with myself. But, I don't know if he's gay. Even though I want to marry Dan Radcliffe, (actually I probably want to call him Harry Potter) I really doubt it will ever happen.

I could move to Ecuador. Maybe not right now, but at the end of the school year it would be possible. I'd have a place to stay and everything. I just would be staying with my brother-in-law's family. Who don't speak English. Or understand it. And I'm sure if I think his family in Canada are bad, It would be nothing compared to the one's in Ecuador. And I wouldn't go down there unless my sister went with me. And she doesn't speak much Spanish yet. She originally said she was going to learn Spanish with my nephew Maricio who is going on three now. But now she said she is going to learn with the babies, Sebastiane and Leelaila (which is apparently a white girl name, according to my sister-in-law, Lorena) who are about 6 months. I think she's going to have to wait for more kids to come because she's too lazy to actually learn Spanish. But the lack of speaking Spanish, or knowing people who speak Spanish and English in Ecuador would definitely put a damper on my moving to Ecuador dreams.

Oliver The Goldfish



Oliver the Goldfish was born in Big Al's Aquarium Services in Brampton and came to our family in a time of great need, after the death of Bernard the Angelfish. He overcame many great obstacles in his life including middle child syndrome, the loss of his good friend Ping the Siamese fightingfish, and the traumatizing near-flushing incident of '99. Oliver was a kind fish, who loved to swim around his tank, eat the algae off the side of his plastic castle and play nicely with the other fish. He is survived by several thousand of his estranged siblings, Lisa the minnow and Bertie the betta fish. Oliver was an irreplaceable member of our family and he will be greatly missed.



We would also like to take this time to welcome our newest family memeber, Mopsy the blue tetra fish to our family and invite you all to her tank debut on Saturday December 6th, 2008 at 2 p.m.

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He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down his face. The room had been silent for almost ten minutes and he wondered if she had left. It wouldn't be the first time. 'I don't know why I play these games with her. This is stupid. I should end it.' Empty thoughts, he knew. He would never try to stop her from tormenting him because it was probably the only reaosn she was with him. And a sick, twisted, unhealthy relationship was better than none at all.

He heard the floor creak creak behind him and felt the panic well up inside him. 'She's baiting me. She wants to see the fear. Don't. Show. Fear.' He tried to will his body to calm, with little success. Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. The sound was out of place in the sick world of her games. She made little to no noise, and she would never give him warning of her movements.

"Bobby? What the hell are you tied up for man? What the fuck is going on here? And where's your clothes?" Asked a voice as hands loosened the ropes binding him to his seat. Next came the blindofld. It was only Hector.

"Uhh-- I was playing a game with... Raina." He debated on not telling Hector who he was with, but the answer would have been glaringly obvious. She was the only person he'd ever brought home.

"Raina? She's into this shit? Seriously? Damn. I never would have thought that. She's always so quiet and shit. I guess it's always the quiet ones, eh?" Hector asked, with a conspirational smile and an eyebrow waggle.

"Uhh, yeah." He said. He just wanted to find his clothes. 'Fucking Hector. I'm standing here in my boxers, he just untied me from the chair my girlfriend tied me to, and he wants to talk sex. Douchebag.' He thought as he spotted his shirt across the room.

"Seriously, that wicked awesome. If even you can get a kinky, nymphomaniac girlfriend then there must be hope for the rest of us dude. This like fries my brain though, dude." Hector said as he touched his head with all ten of his fingers and said "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ".

"Yeah, I guess so. Uhh.. I'm going to go have a shower. And whatever you do, don't say anything to Raina. No 'subtle hints' or looks or eyebrows or any creepy shit, okay?" He called over his shoulder as he headed out of the room.