It’s for a small patio in our front yard, wanting a bunch of small rocks and one large one maybe about 3 feet long and two feet high? And a buch of small ones…Where do I buy this stuff?

My mother has an herbal relaxation remedy she wants to give me to help me relax before I get my shots. ( i have a severe phobia of blood and needles, and can’t even hear or look at them without getting tightness in my arm and getting queasy) I need shots for my job this summer so I have no choice.

is it okay to take something like that before shots?
The herb is called Valerian, which apparently is used for insomniacs.

i can just wish for my money back x 10?

It is fine and long 2 – 3cm long. no distinctive smell. It seems as if the stem branch on the ground.

Such as cutting, burning, hitting, biting, etc. I personally think that it is a way of expressing your feelings. I don’t cut on my wrist because that could kill you, but I do cut on my leg because that would only be like a scratch and it will heal faster. Also I only do it if I am very stressed. Do you do any of the above? Why or why not?

P.S. I am aware that this sounds like an essay entry but I still would like answers.

Night of the Fox

Just now I dreamt I fell asleep but that was just a dream
The clock has hardly ticked a tock, lit by the moonlight beam
The time has hardly passed at all, awake I still reside
And still the foxes taunt me from the night garden outside
The night was warm but now grows cold, keeping me aware
The night was dark but now a bright and penetrating glare
My eyelids are too thin to hide the sparkles that ignite
The ceiling of my bedroom and the embers of the night

Just now I dreamt I fell asleep but that was just a dream
I may have slept an instant but too briefly it would seem
The night still young and full of life is only warming to
And still the foxes taunt me as they cackle fro and to
The sounds of early morn are amplified a million times
The ricochet of tinkles from some distant wind chimes
The steady drone of engines from the highway to the north
The resonance of wind on window, unease bringing forth

Just now I dreamt I fell asleep but that was just a dream
So much time has wasted that I never will redeem
Random thoughts are shooting at me, pulling at full tow
And still the foxes giggle at me from the world below
The thought that I should cut my losses, do something constructive
Is better than the thought of being morbidly destructive
And so I try to simmer down the jealousy within
I feel for all the people who are sleeping chin to chin

Just now I dreamt I fell asleep but that was not to be
For someone somewhere made a choice of no more sleep for he
My inhibitions judgements morals logic are no more
And still the foxes torture me from just outside my door
Am I the only one awake, the only one confused?
Is mine the only brain so warped, the only one so bruised?
I’ve been here countless times before but never will I find
The happy sleepy dreamer that I dream of in my mind

Just now I dreamt I fell asleep but that could never be
The fantasies of slumber land are not for me to see
The bliss and ecstasy of sleep are still beyond my reach
And just outside the Foxes howl their terrifying screech
As I eye my sleeping pill I feel the night is winning
And all is still so much I think I feel the world is spinning
The structure of my home is swaying wildly in the wind
And as I saw the sun was rising I knew the night had grinned

Just now I dreamt I fell asleep but that was in the night
Now it’s morning and I rise and feel my muscles tight
The fuzzy air around my head will stay with me all day
And so I start my morning as the foxes sleep away
I feel a strange relief inside on looking to the sun
I may have lost the battle but for now the war is done
And so I laugh for tears will never stop if they begin
And so I smile and try in vain to hide the pain within

Serious question. All the work I read about people trying to make AI more "human-like" – they have to figure out ways to make the machine try to make friendlier gestures, respond appropriately to emotion and that sort of thing. That’s all well and good, but it occurs to me that the thought-process, if it can be called that, which they are attempting to design into the newest a.i. is identical to the thought process utilized by your average garden-variety sociopath. I am hard-pressed to find a difference. Sociopaths are alert and notice all the social cues going on around them – they pay attention to when they should be smiling, frowning or laughing at whatever the person they’re speaking with is saying, and they know to do it even though what they’re really feeling is quite likely near-homicidal boredom. Sociopathic behaviors like what we’re trying to program a.i. with are the behaviors that make sheisters and con-artists so good (at least when they are GOOD sheisters and con-artists). Sociopaths know what to say and how to say it to put us most at ease and get the most positive response they can from us, and then once we’re off their radar (i.e., they got whatever it is they came for) we no longer exist to them. Same with the a.i.

Hmmnnn…

Are robotic sociopaths really the first non-human intellects we’d like to meet? =-|

Hmmnn…

Our Middle School band is very professional and we will be attending the asbda confrence this June and the piccolo part for our Goldman’s Chimes of Liberty has gone missing i was hopeing someone had it. If no one has it i will most likely have to write it myself. Can anyone help?

Well, i recently posted a short story on yahoo answers to get feed back…it was brutal. :"( anyways i’m writing a novel and i wanted to know what you thought of my writing style. this isnt from my story i just made it up. an i apolgize for any words that i spelt wrong. spelling check kinda stops working after so many words. please dont kill me if my words are crappy in spelling. Thanks. btw this is a fantasy fiction paragraph.

The rain was pouring outside, making the sky a deep blotchy gray. soft crackling lightning pierced the sky every now and then for a few split seconds, making Daren jump a little every time it struck the inky sky. it had only been a week sense he had moved to the islands for a simple vacation, and almost the entire time it had been cursed with the water that infinitely fell from the sky. the first day he had arrived, the land was beautiful and lush with life.

Daren looked out from the porch where he was seated to see the trees swaying in the heavy rain and wind; the vast empty land padded down by water. "It’s not always like this." A voice from behind him chimed. Jill walked up beside him and folded her arms in front of her. "You usually see people golfing out there. and most of the tourists would be at the would be at the beach." She laughed to herself. "I guess you bring bad luck with you, uh?" Daren got up from his seat and stretched. "That’s real funny…because it’s true. Well we can do other things besides watching the rain, right?"

Jill’s eyes lifted and her mouth opened with enthusiasm. "Oh! Yeah sure. I’ll take you the my grand pappies store. its in the center of town, but that shouldn’t be a problem. Here, I’ll take you." Jill lived on these islands, so her knowledge was very useful to Daren. They had known each other in highschool back in America. When he had heard that she was moving out, he told himself that he would visit her once a year for his vacation.

Jill hovered the umbrella over the both of them as they quickly walked to the side shop. "Crazy rain, right?" A friendly stranger yelled out to them from under his rain coat. Daren opened the door for Jill as they entered into the shop.

The smell was amazing. Different smells of herbs, and sweet flowers drifted to Daren’s nose; he tried to stay focused on Jill even when his mind began to wonder away, off with the scents of the shop.

"Well hello!" An old voice boomed from the back of the antinque store. Jill waved quickly back at her excited grandfather with a huge grin on her face as she made her way twords him. Daren followed her and tried not to knock over anything; the place was literraly stuffed with odd objects.

"How are you, J?" Her grandfather embraced her warmly over the counter. "I’m good, Pappie! You know Daren? Right?" She gestured to her friend. Daren reached his hand out. "It’s a pleasure to meet. Your grand daughter is something else." He smiled at Jill, who was glaring at him playfully.

Jill and her grandfather began to talk about who-knew-what, which didn’t concern Daren in anyway, so he began to explore the treasures in the shop. An odd tea cup, a shipped up glass dog, an angel playing the harp. They were all odd in their own special way.

As he continued, he came upon a strange box. He picked up slowly, reasurring himself that it wouldn’t explode or desenegrate, and began to examine it carefully. A handle was latched to the side. he turned it round and round untill it stiffened and couldn’t be turned any longer. he let go.

The sound around the room came to an immediate hush; the constant chatter of Jill and her pappie, the always ticking clock, it all came to silence. The only sound came from the box. A simple, melancholy tune emitted from it slowly. it seemed to be a lullaby.

The room was still. The rain outside lay frozen and the clock’s hands stood still. A black hooded man stood in front of Daren, his face was covered by his hood. "You’ve finally awakened us…Daren." He lifted his hand, a stop watch lay in it ticking away unlike the clock that Pappie had hanging on his shop wall. "You have five hundred hours, Daren…"

The room flashed back to life. The once silent rain once again began to pour and a flash of enraged lighting tour up the sky. "Five hundred hours…?"
oh, and give your honest opinion. is it really boring? is it too descriptive? am i an amateur? thanks
yeah i knew that it was dull for the beginning. i think most things are. i dont know how i could make it more entertaining in the beginning. any suggestions?

Also, will it crack over winters?

My old one developed mildew, and I don’t want to have to bring it in, in the rain.

i can just wish my money back x 10?

I am new at this flower bed stuff and i dont know my flowers and plants very well. I love doing it but i need some information on different types of plants that grow well in arkansas. Please let me know what plant you like and describe it to me or send picture. Just trying to get ideas for my own gardens. I love gardening and tropical type plants, but i like all flowers really.

I’m writing a story, and in it my character gets shot directly in the heart with an arrow. My question: what would this sound like in a stethoscope before the wound is healed, with blood still coming out or just staunched? He will live, but the wound will heal imperfectly- I’m guessing he will have a hole in his heart. What will this sound like?
Thanks!
As I said, he does heal. Sorry- I should have mentioned that magical forces are involved. He practically bleeds to death, then is magically nearly-healed and lays unconscious for a week before waking up. Or would a hit directly to the heart kill him instantly?