Hi^^

You are doing a terrific job!! Outstanding!!

So Daddy Possible has one redheaded hurricane coming his way! Trouble is brewing!

Please update soon,

With admiration for your work,

Sand Lord!

This Captain Julius makes me feel like inventing my own KP style char--Mike Precation--as in ‘imprecation’--as in swearing. Kangaroo Court is now in session. This is what happened in The Count Of Monte Cristo.

“Yes, she’s pleading the 5th! No, she’s not acknowledging any guilt! She’s refusing to incriminate herself!”
Whatta--pardon the term--badge jockey!

Kudos--or do they call ‘em props now--to Brenda for sharing the limelight with Kim. And kudos to Ron for being a Team Player.

Uh oh. Ron spotted a clue. Stephanie slipped up. The water bottle.

I think the person Special Agent Cap needs to sit down with is MrDrP.

Ian Quisition. Clever name. Slime char. A Adrena Lynn wannabe. I said something several reviews ago about paparazzi. If at my age I had problems with blood pressure, this would do it.

This informal conspiracy taking place to capitalize on Kim and Ron’s argument . I even recall this attitude from high school. There was sort of a prejudice at the Perfect Couples. Gossip of any quarrel spread like wildfire. There was this perverse satisfaction. “Yeah! And they thought they were All That! This’ll show ‘em!”

People who were crushing on one or the other of the Perfect Couple would gather for the kill--like a feeding frenzy. Sometimes it was a status thing--be the first to go out with Karen after her breakup with Rusty! Even I thought about dating Karen--to “console” her, I told myself. BS. I was just counting coup. And if my gal and I had just had a fight, I would go out with somebody else myself--not like a romance thing, even. It might be as innocent as taking someone else to a church service, or out for a meal. And when we got back together later and compared notes, I would find she had done the same thing. And we would laugh over it.

But, oh, the fickleness of the species-- it gives ample reason to both laugh and cry.

About this phone call Glen makes to Cap. If they didn’t flame you for the first insertion, they might for this. Lemme tell you now--of course you wrote this chpt months ago--ignore ‘em. Every couple needs some outside help to counteract the outside harm. This is a Teachable Moment for your readers. I once told you that you are the Family Values KP fan writer. That still applies. So go for it.

--Maybe the gun was overkill. After all, a seasoned GJ operative can kill with the bare hand.

Isn’t the Vandercraft team the Bulldogs?

Good to see Bonnie. In her own sour way, she’s become a true friend to our heroes. Trash talking Ron while being concerned for his safety. What a contrast to Wayne, who looked the part of the concerned teammate while carrying out his little plots.

Charles Colson in his book Born Again tells how a deadly political opponent, congressman Harold Hughes, reached out to him as a brother in Christ after his conversion. And again, one of his fiercest critics, columnist Jack Anderson, helped out the Colson family during his prison term. That’s a couple of class acts for you.

--Like Shego defending Kim from Warmonga. Or the most weirdly romantic thing Ron ever in Odds Man In. Actually quite heartwarming

Ouch. I remember you injuring your hand.

Dear Dr. Davidson. You and I both know what it is to fall afoul of officialdom. It’s a bum rap. God save the Dean Prentiss’s of the world.

Wayne Kingston has received TWO wakeup calls. He should get a clue and call off his plan. First, Kim and Ron saved his @$$. Second--well, is that hissing noise the sound of his scheme to separate the lovers and belittle Ron at the dinner going flat?

Kim and Ron knighted. I remember the fic.

Black and Decker--why am I reminded of the villain with the hard hat in “The Impossibles”?

Of course it ain’t a KP fic without a mission occasionally.

You mentioned stereotypes and cliché’s in the 1st chpt--and here’s a U-shaped stove pipe to divert projectiles back at the villain. Now THATS a classic cartoon cliche item.

And along with Ron’s boxer shorts--Kim’s flowered panties enters the roster of notoriety. & Ron isn’t supposed to look too close while cutting her loose from the gob of glue? That’s a tall order for ANY red-blooded male.

Oops. Ron’s Lair Improvement T shirt

Kim’s “dainty little grin” I obsess on synonyms, metaphors, and imagery. I love this phrase. Hadda google it. It occurred on somebody’s blog about a child’s smile.

--But why am I afraid that this gig with the GJ chopper and the scattered posters and the prof irately crumpling up the paper is a hint of upcoming bad road?

Good depiction of the football action & the radio coverage.

The Paul Harvey commentary segment was very cool. It sounded like him. I’m sure he would’ve acknowledged Kim and Ron were they real.

I want to make my own commentary. In the body of KP fan-literature, there are writers with better vocabulary and more grammatical and technical expertise. There are those who can write better action, better suspense, and even better humor. But none surpass you, my brother, in the quality of heart. You own that franchise. You are the Norman Rockwell--the Grandma Moses-the Frank Kapra of KP fan-writing-dom, to coin a phrase. Like the aforementioned, you employ a clear-cut, homespun, deceptively simple storytelling style. You are an American classic.

You researched football to tell this story authentically. You researched history to tell your Tunnel Vision story with stunning realism. Kim and Ron were there. We were there.

History’s most sublime storytellers are not primarily scholars or storytelling professionals. A blind
Greek poet composed--by word-of-mouth, by all accounts, without writing it down--the epic tale of an encounter between two civilizations--enmeshing warriors and gods--and epic tale of a ten year sea voyage. The son of an English glove maker living in Stratford-on-the-Avon wrote plays to astonish the ages. Stories about a homicidal Scottish king--a Danish prince--a Moorish nobleman--a pair of doomed Italian lovers--a midsummer night‘s festival of fairies--people of many eras and lands.

These storytellers are so good that the experts doubt the authenticity of the stories. A blind poet is not supposed to be able to relate battle scenes and nautical scenes so vividly. An English commoner is not supposed to be so learned about the customs of royalty and foreign lands or possess such insight into the human condition. But they do.

Am I comparing captainkodak1 to Homer and Shakespeare? Not yet. I don’t have the historical perspective of several centuries after his demise. But he’s a young man, relatively speaking. Who knows what he’s writing under the radar that might outlast the current popular standard? Endurance is the true test.

Am I being overly extravagant o purpose? Just a little. Consider it my right-hand salute.

But back to the chpt.

Wayne Kingston and Robert are a sleazy pair. They make me think of the old saying, “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer”.

History of Western Civ.101. One of the staples of freshman curriculum--& one of the pillars of, er, Western Civ.

KP & I would both concur. If our mutual friend is any indication, the North Carolinian’s are a noble race.

Can’t say the same for the pompous self absorbed instructor. Myself, I think comparing Dr. Davidson to Prof. Fiske is an insult to Prof. Fiske.

Onion rings or kisses? A no-brainer.

Kim in detention? Tsk tsk.

Rufus a surrogate study hall monitor? Harsh.

Dean Prentiss is more Betty Director-ish than Miss Hatchet-ish.

Getting careless around Kim Possible is a real bad idea, as several supervillains could have told Wayne. Methinks he's on the downslope, and it's frictionless.

I forgot to flesh out my reference in my review.

it's like the song by Annie Lennox, Sweet Dreams

Everybody's looking for something. / Some of them want to use you / Some of them want to get used by you / Some of them want to abuse you / Some of them want to be abused

It's such a succinct description of what seems to be the whole dating dynamic in our society.

I wish I could just sit back and laugh at the villains of a feather flocking together. But it’s a different world than when you & I were students. Horror stories abound in the news. And not just school shootings. There’s school hazings. The cliques have become every bit as cutthroat and ruthless as the dopers.

College dating. It takes me back. I was too low on the social ladder to rate serious attention. But for a couple terms, I was in the same dorm as most of the jocks. And I overheard the gossip--people scoping out the fresh meat. Like with Scott and Rob. It was almost sickening. (sweet dreams are made of these)

Yes, Wayne, you heard right. Stoppable-san. Since you’re so capable of such lofty prose while walking into trees, you sould content yourself with the making of Shakespearean stanza.

Very shrewd of both Kim and Ron to be aware of the pitfalls facing them as a couple--and to affirm their love for each other.

PDP? I was thinking PDA--but I figured it out. Moving the daughter in to the dorm--a page taken from real life?

Wayne wants the Heisman Trophy, KP for a GF, and a spot on a pro team? His aspirations are relatively modest, aren’t they?

Kathy Jayrich--a Bonnie wannabe?

A glowing testimonial from Steve Barkin? I’m sure Ron had to bust his balls to earn that.

Ah. The Sloth like S.A.D.I.E. And the requisite ‘shippiness. Would I be cruel if I said I look forward to Wayne Kingston, Esq. Getting dropped in his bum?

I was going to point out places where I thought you needed commas--but I haven’t the heart. It’s you, after all. The Right Hand Salute guy. And on that score, go ahead and break the self-insertion rule. Someone as beloved as you are in the KP fan-authordom is entitled.

An aside regarding the paparazzi. I’ve heard numerous accounts of the risk to life and limb their antics occasion--like sideswiping celeb’s cars. They out celebs’ divorce, marriage, and therapy. Maybe someone should out the paparazzi for the hazard they entail. By all accounts, they’re indirectly responsible for one of the world’s most popular figures--Princess Di. You think someone would say “Halt”.