This is an easy one....

"Out- out- brief candle! Life s but a walking shadow-
a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage-
and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot-
full of sound and fury- signifying nothing."

..strutting blue and yellow with pride...??

http://travel.mongabay.com/colombia/600/co02-0263.jpg

..looks JUST like him too..
hmm it all makes sense now!
smarty -- no dear.. i had a DIFF connection..
but u ll find that out on ur own..

This is a chater i wrote a while back- the plot gets complicated so i won t say it hear- but how does this work for a first chapter.

Blake was throwing the party due to the football team. Apparently they won some important game. The house was packed- music shaking the foundations from two large speakers. Of course- there was a whole table devoted to alcoholic beverages. High school boys were so typical.
“Common Caitlyn- loosen up. You’re at a party! Have some fun.” Haley shrieked at me over the music.
Haley had always been the social one of the two of us. I was always the friend that hanged back- just watching- the wallflower. It was because of her that I as even here. Despite the fact that seniors are suppose to be carefree- I was as overanalyzing as ever.
“Haley- this is stupid. I’m having no fun. I’m gonna go home.” She started to make objections- she should have predicted this. “No don’t worry. There’s still some light left to walk home.” One of the benefits of having rich parents- we lived by the other rich parents.
I made one last circuit around the room. Again nothing seemed interesting to me. The writhing eels on the couch were just disgusting. The drunken football players were moronic. The music wasn’t my style. How had Haley convinced me to come here? I hope she made it home okay too.
I finally made it back around the house to come to the red doors that lead to the sane world. I walked out after Madeline- who sort of fell out that doorway.
Madeline knew everyone- she had been with everyone. Despite the fact she was a slut- she was still extremely popular. She was at every party- cheered on every squad- and wore the newest clothing. Even her name was freaking popular. But from her staggered strut- it was easy to tell that she had found the strong stash of booze.
What was interesting was that she was so drunk she hadn’t even bothered to pick up a boy on her way out.
Madeline and I both lived on the same road- Elm Avenue. This meant that we both took the shortcut through Maple Lane to bypass walking around the three blocks it would normally take.
I was tempted to catch up to her to have a conversation- but I realized I had nothing to
say. What in my little world would seem interesting to a drunken Madeline? I quelled that idea and spent my time studying the constellation of stars.
It took about fifteen minutes for Madeline- and me thirty feet later- to reach the short cut at Maple Lane. I was slightly disgusted to see that the trash men hadn’t yet cleaned this road. I suppose I would need to call them tomorrow.
I also noticed that the street lamps still didn’t have replacement bulbs in them yet. This had actually made the street quite dark- I could barely make out the shapes in front of me- but I was almost at the corner- right at my road. The lamps were working at the corner.
Madeline had already reached the corner; I could see her figure under the orange glow of the lamp. The short walk appeared to be much for her drunken physique- she was sagging against a bench. For lack of conversation- I hanged back- not want to catch up with her.
Another figure appeared under the light- his back to me- talking to Madeline. She seemed giddy- but that might have been the booze. I could tell the figure was a male- but that was about it.
He had knelt down next to the bench and appeared to be persuading Madeline. Maddie being Maddie- I saw her dive in for a kiss. They appeared to be locked in the ultimate war of the tongues.
Madeline pulled away; at least she was sober enough to not make out with complete strangers. The man didn’t seem happy about her decision.
He tried to kiss her again- he grabbed her hair and dragged her face to his. I could see that Madeline was starting to fight with the man- pulling at his hair and stomping on his feet. He still wouldn’t let go
I was too shocked to go help her. I never thought this was something I would have to do.
Relief washed through me when I looked up and saw that Madeline had successfully detached the man’s face from her. But he was angry. He was shaking her- making her look like a rag doll.
I had been close enough to hear them- his voice would probably bring to mind evils things that should remain hidden- things that slither in the night.
Like an old doll- the threads break and the doll unravels. The man seemed to understand that he wasn’t going to get any luckier tonight- now he was doing damage control.
Madeline was still struggling- now she wanted to run- I wanted to run to her to help- but my legs wouldn’t move.
The man threw Madeline down- she lost her balance. She was falling backwards. She landed on the bench. Her back landed of the metal armrest.
I would have rather heard the man’s voice than the crack that came with Madeline’s fall.
My mind finally responded and I let out a strangled shriek. The man was still looking at Madeline- but his head jerked to stare at me- like a raptor on the hunt. Again I was frozen. But I wanted so badly to run from this wretched fiend.
My senses went into overdrive. It wasn’t a man- just a boy a few years older than me. He had on a plain green hoodie- unremarkable except for a streak of white paint. Even though his hood was up- I could feel the evil burning through the eyes that were the color of ice. I shivered automatically.
I could hear sirens now- but they were back at Maple Lane- probably to crash Blake’s party. But the man ran anyways.
Like my body was released from a spell- I had complete control again. And everything came rushing down like a flash flood. I started trembling so bad that I practically fell to the ground. I looked towards the shadow of Madeline’s fate- and broke out in sobs.
I couldn’t look at her- not knowing that I could have saved her. I could have changed everything.

regular highway and city driving- the boston area has the worst roads in america. I don t ride it off road either. i ve found complaints at http://www-odi.nhtsa.dot.gov - i m not alone here.

Psalms 12: 6-8 says The Lord s promises are true like silver refined in a furnace putified 7 times over therefore Lord we know you will protect the oppressed perserving them forever from this lying
generation even though the wicked strut about and evil is praised in the land.
REVELATION 12: 6-8
Speaks of the Final Tribulation 1260 days of total hell on earth is this wahat the Maya seen in there 2012 Prophecy?
Revelation 12 6-8
Then the woman fled into the wilderness: Persecuted by the dragon- the woman is protected by God in a prepared place for one thousand two hundred and sixty days
And war broke out in heaven: Michael and his angels fought with the dragon; and the dragon and his angels fought- but they did not prevail- nor was a place found for them in heaven any longer.

Nor was a place found for them in heaven any longer: This shows us that up until this happens (at the mid-point of Daniel’s 70th week)- Satan does have access to heaven- where he accuses God’s people before the throne (Job 1:6-12- Revelation 12:10).
People I am not caught up in Biblical nuerology I know my palce with GOD still I think the Bible is a prophetic book and that the OT and NT do not contradict each other they are what makes the book complete as GOd gaves us intellect to read and see ...;)

On my park Avenue- I just had all 6 of my bushings changed--4 on the control arm and 2 front end.
Struts and Mounts new. Rack and Pinion new. Basically new front end.
But even on relatively low-speed left hand turns- I get that loud "errrrrrrr" you hear when when you watch action movies.

What could be causing this?
wow! bunch o comedians LOL
thanks alot guys!
should ve known I d get a gang of yahoos on Yahoo! Answers
even some of the serious answers are laughable...popping noise? who said anything about a popping noise? but in all fairness- I did have that popping noise before- but it was those control arm bushings- and strut mounts