We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.

I had a random discussion in the Chatbox of a site I moderate the other day. I discovered that I am quite unusual in that my wheras my friends there would make a smilie and give it a name, I could make a smilie and give it a name, gender, life story, medical conditions, and personality.

All completely off the top of my head.

Example, you cry? Certainly. I'll quote, actually. Their smilies consisted of things like this:

:) <- This is Joe.

Mine, consisted of this:

^_~ <-- This is Jeeves. As you can see, he had a stroke last year, and now one side of his face hangs down.

x_x <-- This is Teabag. At least, that used to be Teabag. He died. We're not sure how, apart from that it involved racoons.

:B <-- This is Josh. He needs a brace. I mean, seriously, look at that toothy grin. It's disturbing.

:O <-- This is Becky. She's sucked so many guys that her mouth is now permanently stuck like that.

[:L] <-- This is Hamish. He's welsh, and is somehow always unhappy. And kinda square.

Odd, isn't it? I like to think it's my artistic side coming through. I know that Gary Larson for one, cartoonist of The Far Side would have ideas spring to his mind like this.

But is it more? Wheras most people only saw the faces on the page, the brackets and letters and such making an amusing cartoon face, I knew more.

I could tell you interesting facts about them. Jeeves for example, considered retiring from his job as a butler in Westword House, but after his stroke, he wouldn't be able to follow his dream of sailing the world with his wife and son, and so, he continues to work for the owners, doing menial tasks.

Hamish. A ginger child, quiet, and unhappy. Hardly ever speaks, shows no enthusiasm in his classes. He has a talent though. On that thursday before the summer, when the children were given paper for playing with, while the other children struggled with paper aeroplanes, he sat hunched over his paper, and folded creation out of creation, without ever having seen oragami before. A dog. A man. A hummingbird.

Unusual? Hell yes.

And the strangest thing is that they come completely out of the blue. I keep typing, and their story pours out. Their fears, their desires, their lives. Interesting. I shall have to try more of this.

But enough rambling I think, what of you? Had a nice couple of weeks? Taken off your socks lately?

I had a great week, one of my best I think. Went on holiday with my friends, since we've all finished school now. Good times 24/7.

I shall have another task for you soon I think. But for now, think about those people I've told you about.

Jeeves, who will never carry out his dream. Hamish, the boy with an unlikely talent.

Think about what you would do if this was you. It is you. For some of you, one day you will wake up, and be too old to do what you want. Some of you will never try things, and will never discover your talents.

Live life to the full. We've not got much of it, and it never lasts.