I found some more communities that look fun! Yay, now I can get even more behind on LJ!!! <grin>

I really need to catch up on some old email.

So I&apos;m standing in line, waiting to pay. From across the store I can hear the “squeak squeak squeak” of those STUPID “car” shopping carts. Except it&apos;s worse than that. The sound of the horn (yeah THAT&apos;S a good idea, put a noise maker on the damn things) isn&apos;t that loud so the little shreiklings have to POUND on it as hard as possible. The resulting sound is EXACTLY like tapping a window with car keys – and it carries! On another note, I (heart) my Palm.

… from another dystopia. The Handmaid&apos;s Tale, by Margaret Atwood “Now it&apos;s like remembering the paper money, when they still had that. My mother kept some of it, pasted into her scrapbook along with the early photos. It was obsolete by then, you couldn&apos;t buy anything with it. Pieces of paper, thickish, greasy to the touch, green-colored, with pictures on each side, some old man in a wig and on the other side a pyramid with an eye above it. It said “In God We Trust.” My mother said people used to have signs beside their cash registers, for a…