Patience is a virtue. ;) I must let the creative juices regenerate...been coding all day, and it saps my energy.
Erika with a K >>|-----Original Message----- >>|From: LANCASTER, STEVEN M. (JSC-OL) (BAR) >>| >>|Where's chapter 2. I am ready for it.. >>| >>| >>|-----Original Message----- >>|From: Todd [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]] >>|Sent: Tuesday, March 26, 2002 10:06 AM >>|To: CF-Community >>|Subject: Re: Tales of the Crazy K Corral >>| >>| >>|Erika? Who is your supplier? Hook me up, yo! >>| >>|Todd >>| >>|----- Original Message ----- >>|From: "Erika L. Walker-Arnold" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >>|To: "CF-Community" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >>|Sent: Tuesday, March 26, 2002 4:58 AM >>|Subject: Tales of the Crazy K Corral >>| >>| >>|> Chapter 1 >>|> >>|> Mayor, Kevin Krackle stared down the long tired stretch of Main Street >>|from >>|> the shelter of his front porch. It was a hot and dusty time. >>|No code for >>|> months. The programs were dead and the people of K-Town were >>|wilting fast. >>|> The street seemed deserted with most of the town hiding >>|inside, staring at >>|> their blank screens. >>|> >>|> Mayor Krackle needed to boost his people's spirits fast. But what could >>|one >>|> do in the heat of the nastiest summer in recent history? And >>|with no code? >>|> The computer games were gone, it was too blasted hot for a >>|picnic in the >>|> park, and there wasn't any laptops left anyway. People wouldn't want to >>|set >>|> blankets on the hard, baked ground with no games to play. >>|> >>|> Everyone was getting grumpy. Even his best friend, Sheriff >>|Kyle Karrot was >>|> starting to get edgy. >>|> >>|> As he turned to go back into the shelter of his mayoral >>|residence, he saw >>|a >>|> big cloud of dust stirring on the horizon, getting ready to cross the >>|bridge >>|> of the now dry K-Town Kreek. >>|> >>|> "Who could this possibly be?" Mayor Krackle wondered to himself. >>|> >>|> He continued to stand and watch the approach of the huge clouds of >>|billowing >>|> dust until suddenly, in all of its swirling, choking wonder, it stopped >>|> right at his front gate. >>|> >>|> As the dust settled, Mayor Krackle watched a cowboy, all >>|dressed in white, >>|> with silver buckles and spurs, climb down off of the blackest >>|horse he'd >>|> ever seen. The unbelievable thing was that neither of them were covered >>|with >>|> a speck of the hateful orange dust that everyone in town seemed to be >>|> wearing these days. >>|> >>|> "Howdy Mayor Krackle!" the cowboy said as he tipped his white stetson >>|> respectfully. "I'm Todd. Todd Treackle from the Crazy K, about 30 miles >>|> south of here. I hear you folks are having a dickens of the time with >>|> code-block." >>|> >>|> "Well, good afternoon to you, young man. Yups, that's about >>|right. We've >>|not >>|> had any good code in these parts since March. I'm afraid that >>|if we don't >>|> get any soon, our programs will completely dry up and this >>|town will soon >>|> follow." >>|> >>|> "Well," said Todd Treackle with a mysterious grin, "I may be >>|able to help >>|> you out then." >>|> >>|> "How do you propose to that son?" said Mayor Krackle dubiously. >>|> >>|> "Follow me and I shall show you ... " and Todd Treackle turned >>|around to >>|> jump back on Python, as he waited for Mayor Krackle to saddle up. >>|> >>|> Mayor Krackle mounted his trusty steed Fusion, and hoped this >>|nice young >>|man >>|> could indeed help the town out of its current dilemma ... he >>|just hoped he >>|> wasn't headed towards a .Net trap....... >>|> >>|> >>|> End of Chapter 1 >>| >>| >>| ______________________________________________________________________ Structure your ColdFusion code with Fusebox. Get the official book at http://www.fusionauthority.com/bkinfo.cfm Archives: http://www.mail-archive.com/[email protected]/ Unsubscribe: http://www.houseoffusion.com/index.cfm?sidebar=lists
