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As a matter of interest where can I go to snipe ? I only ask because once or twice I have had the urge to say"Oh go boil your head you boring old fart" and there doesn't seem to be a thread to encompass it
 
UnderYourSpell said:
As a matter of interest where can I go to snipe ? I only ask because once or twice I have had the urge to say"Oh go boil your head you boring old fart" and there doesn't seem to be a thread to encompass it
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Well there's always the various Dear X threads on other boards like the Author's hangout. That one seems to get pretty drama-ridden sometimes. But in the meantime, I made u a thread.

I'd love to come up with charming British things like that to say when I lose my temper. Maybe you can coach me.

bj
 
UnderYourSpell said:
As a matter of interest where can I go to snipe ? I only ask because once or twice I have had the urge to say"Oh go boil your head you boring old fart" and there doesn't seem to be a thread to encompass it
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I see BJ has given you a thread on which to park your, let us say, more aggressive emotions. But let me clarify the ground rules here a bit.

You can snipe to your heart's content so long as it is done civilly (second definition, please). I personally would judge "Oh go boil your head you old fart" as, perhaps, borderline. It's too quaint, at least here in the States, to be really mean, yet obviously it has quite a testiness about it.

I dunno. Err on the side of sayin' whatcha wanta say, gosh darn it. <-- Been watching CNN again.
 
How can you snipe politely? and do I understand 'too quaint' to mean that when you snipe in america you do it with more verve and swearing?
 
I think she's cute when she's testy.

And I suspect that things can get nicely straightforward in the parking lot so long as no one's clear who is being addressed. Or so long as those being addressed aren't actually around to see it.

I've always liked the part of the 'dear x' style threads where people can just get on and vent. Ideally one isn't addressing anyone who's actually going to read it, but just getting things off one's chest is often healthy.

The Drama part, not so much.

bj


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do I understand 'too quaint' to mean that when you snipe in america you do it with more verve and swearing?
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I can't speak for America, but when I get going I tend to make sailors cross themselves.
 
I don't often swear only when pushed and provoked I find a sarcastic put down is far far more affective especially when I get going and can run rings round someone who makes the fatal mistake of thinking I am a dumb blonde :D
 
It's been an odd day. Starting smack on 6 AM when I checked my e-mail and found that my boss had scheduled a "personnel meeting" for mid-day.

Hmmm.

I don't know how receiving that kind of message would sound to you, but it didn't sound particularly positive to me. My company runs on a fixed (rigid as welded steel) schedule of administrative tasks and none were scheduled. I checked. Twice. Then, about 9 AM, I had a call from one of the salespeople I work with who told me she'd been laid off, and that the company was making "big cuts" in preparation for the poor economic outlook next year. Several commiserating minutes later, I hung up and proceeded to chart My Life without a Job.

It's an interesting exercise, actually. One I've been through several times, though not with such, um, seriousness. My situation is complicated by my wife's job, which is in the (drumroll, please) real estate development industry. 'Zactly the safe haven to buffer my losing my job, right?

Sigh.

So I spent the morning looking up how to apply for unemployment, spreadsheeting out how I might, possibly, be able to just quit working, and writing out my list of questions for the exit interview.

Oh, but here's the happy ending: I get to stay. Mine was a "I just wanted to let you know this was happening" call.

Thanks, boss, for the corticosteroid boost.

This is good, of course (still having my job, not the adrenal goose). But layoffs, whether one is directly affected or not, are always disturbing. I've lost some friends (meaning, of course, not that they've died or something, but that I won't be working with them anymore), I've lost a lot of confidence in the company, and I will not be spending money on fucking anything anytime soon.

Which is my part to add to the economic contraction.

And. I am not feeling like writing poetry right now.




But it is really good to see Tess. :)
 
Tzara said:
I and I will not be spending money on fucking anything anytime soon.

Which is my part to add to the economic contraction.

And. I am not feeling like writing poetry right now.




But it is really good to see Tess. :)
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I'm sorry you have to go through this and I understand. But to you and everyone in your situation:

Please.

Take ten dollars and go spend it in a locally owned business. Everyone can spend a little. Not much, but a little. I know you have ten bucks lying around that won't make or break your retirement plan. And right now, that could seriously make the difference between someone like me sinking or swimming. It's not much, but it will save me and others like me.

seriously.

be brave. Everything will be okay. Choose love over fear.

bj
 
unpredictablebijou said:
I'm sorry you have to go through this and I understand. But to you and everyone in your situation:

Please.

Take ten dollars and go spend it in a locally owned business. Everyone can spend a little. Not much, but a little. I know you have ten bucks lying around that won't make or break your retirement plan. And right now, that could seriously make the difference between someone like me sinking or swimming. It's not much, but it will save me and others like me.

seriously.

be brave. Everything will be okay. Choose love over fear.

bj
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And see, this is where everyone pulls their collar and fidgets uncomfortably; the plea for cash cannot end a perfectly fine thread.

I'm sorry to be a little humour mongering here. I really do shop locally and try to support the small businessman. The only problem I see in my area is many of the local business owners drive to Edmonton for shopping more frequently than I do for specialists' appointments. Where is their money going?

For instance, a man drives to a big box store and buys 10 cases of say, potato chips, brings them the 3 hour drive northeast, puts them on the shelf as individual packages and sells them at twice the price that the whole freakin' box cost him in Edmonton. Ahhh, boom town marketing.
 
I certainly didn't wish to make anyone uncomfortable.

That wasn't the point at all.

And really, it's more about hope than money, and more about art than potato chips.

sorry. don't let me kill the thread.

bj
 
unpredictablebijou said:
I certainly didn't wish to make anyone uncomfortable.

That wasn't the point at all.

And really, it's more about hope than money, and more about art than potato chips.

sorry. don't let me kill the thread.

bj
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oooo. No no sweetie. I came across poorly. Sometimes my teasing can seem all too serious. I didn't want to chastise, I was just leaning a different direction.

I agree with you. Hope is far weightier than potato chips. It was just a crappy metaphor. We have oodles of artists who sell to the seasonal tourists here, too. They are very important in keeping our community rich and varied. I do try to support them and they don't sell anything less than quality at a reasonable price.
 
champagne1982 said:
oooo. No no sweetie. I came across poorly. Sometimes my teasing can seem all too serious. I didn't want to chastise, I was just leaning a different direction.

I agree with you. Hope is far weightier than potato chips. It was just a crappy metaphor. We have oodles of artists who sell to the seasonal tourists here, too. They are very important in keeping our community rich and varied. I do try to support them and they don't sell anything less than quality at a reasonable price.
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you're the sweetest evil bunny I know, baby.

The town i'm in is pretty cool about supporting the locals. Even so, with everyone too scared to spend money right now, it's a pretty dicey month.

And I don't know from potato chips, but I've been able to tell people that if they can find the same quality rocks at a better price within a 300 mile radius, I'll give them the difference back in cash. In seven years, I've never had to pay up.

It's been sad to watch people in here the last few weeks. We have tons of traffic, and lots of people look around and say how cool everything is, and how they're going to come back and buy something as soon as they can. When people are too scared to spend even two dollars for some rocks, it's definitely time for something to change. Let's hope it will on Tuesday.

Time for an UPBEAT blog.

Last night I dressed as a man for the costume party. I even did a moustache and beard with spirit gum. I wasn't kidding myself that I was going to pass. The most I could hope for was that maybe it would take a moment for people to actually recognize me.

My mate R was with me, and late in the evening we went to a bar. He is an enormous bearded russian boy, and was dressed as a gypsy, which was hilarious.

So we're at the bar, and Fight Boy came in. Had I seen his first two encounters, I'd perhaps have been wiser, but I didn't realize he was just looking for his Fight, and was going to keep trying people until he found it. He had first approached a friend of mine, who didn't know him at all, and started doing the "hey are you lookin at me" routine. Fred wasn't buying it. He's a big guy, works as a bouncer, and recognized Fight Boy immediately for what he was.

A bit later, we're outside, and Fight Boy came out and started to get in R's face about some imagined slight. Suddenly, I saw red. I don't exactly know what happened, because it wasn't at all logical. The guy could have taken me down in a heartbeat, and R is perfectly capable of fighting his own battles, but I didn't see anything but Someone Threatening a Person I Love. I ended up getting between them, in a yelling match with Fight Boy. I remember saying, "before you get to him, you're going to have to go through me."

Pretty soon people were pulling us both away and talking me down over in a corner. But here's the kicker: he would have hit me, because he thought I was a dude. My grrrl, who sorta knows him, said to him, "What, are you going to hit a woman?" Fight Boy said, "What?" And she said, "That's a woman."

Fight Boy was very bewildered. He needed to be reminded that it was Halloween. He'd been busy calling us "queers" and "fag boys" since R was in a dress and I was, well, admittedly rather effeminate.

Maybe it had to happen, because it was absolute proof that I'd managed to pass. I almost got a black eye to prove it. Lucky for me the grrrls were there.

So that's my Halloween triumph.
 
Another Upbeat Blog

Lots of clapping for Bijou!
This weekend was a weekend of firsts for me.
1) I had jello shots for the first time. It being that kind of party, they were phallicly shaped (undersized IMO, but shaped accurately). I don't think I impressed anyone with my ability to suck it down. I had to bite to not lose it and that may have squelched any onlooker's aspirations.
2) I wore PVC from top to bottom. 5 inch heels to corset and gloves, thoroughly laced.
I'm not a daring type, and it took a year to screw up the courage to actually wear the thing. It was a power rush. It takes about 20 minutes to armor up.
3) I convinced my SO to dress in costume (mostly). He's the love and lust of my life, and although I'm currently sharing, there's enough to go around and I'm exulting in the leftover energy.

Some times I want to advertise and say "This is Mine and you must be
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_____ special to have a piece of him too!"

This weekend has been very much an inspiration in both artistic and poetic musings.
 
EilonwyKareena said:
Lots of clapping for Bijou!
This weekend was a weekend of firsts for me.
1) I had jello shots for the first time. It being that kind of party, they were phallicly shaped (undersized IMO, but shaped accurately). I don't think I impressed anyone with my ability to suck it down. I had to bite to not lose it and that may have squelched any onlooker's aspirations.
2) I wore PVC from top to bottom. 5 inch heels to corset and gloves, thoroughly laced.
I'm not a daring type, and it took a year to screw up the courage to actually wear the thing. It was a power rush. It takes about 20 minutes to armor up.
3) I convinced my SO to dress in costume (mostly). He's the love and lust of my life, and although I'm currently sharing, there's enough to go around and I'm exulting in the leftover energy.

Some times I want to advertise and say "This is Mine and you must be
___ this
|
|
|
|
|
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_____ special to have a piece of him too!"

This weekend has been very much an inspiration in both artistic and poetic musings.
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*laughing, applauding*

well done!

I love that idea. "You must be this tall to ride my husband." or something to that effect.

Need to get one of those myself. I know what you mean; I'm in similar situations. My beloved is mine and absolutely precious, but if someone is good enough, I'm overjoyed to share. His current Other Lover is just a jewel, so maybe I should measure her and make that the standard for the sign...

'course, I don't think anyone could meet it. She's really excellent. Everything I'm not: sweet tempered, soft spoken, unassuming... We balance nicely. heh heh.

good for you and congrats.

bj
 
unpredictablebijou said:
*laughing, applauding*

I love that idea. "You must be this tall to ride my husband." or something to that effect.
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Maybe we should have shirts made.

" You must be this blonde"

" You must be this dom to top my husband"

unpredictablebijou said:
Need to get one of those myself. I know what you mean; I'm in similar situations. My beloved is mine and absolutely precious, but if someone is good enough, I'm overjoyed to share. His current Other Lover is just a jewel, so maybe I should measure her and make that the standard for the sign...

'course, I don't think anyone could meet it. She's really excellent. Everything I'm not: sweet tempered, soft spoken, unassuming... We balance nicely. heh heh.

bj
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Well I hope my other's other doesn't see ME that way. LOL
She's giving him what he needs and wants and what I don't have the skills (and sometimes inclination) to give.
I get to roll my eyes at his doofy grin, kiss him deeply, and send him off to re-fuel.
She' s my inspiration. Not that I 'm setting her on a pedestal, but she takes a lot of pressure off the relationship so that I can just enjoy my role in his life. That gives me courage.

Have fun with your jewel. Put him in a tight setting and polish him up.
Is he a ring type, a collar setting, or just a stud?
 
EilonwyKareena said:
Maybe we should have shirts made.

" You must be this blonde"

" You must be this dom to top my husband"




Well I hope my other's other doesn't see ME that way. LOL
She's giving him what he needs and wants and what I don't have the skills (and sometimes inclination) to give.
I get to roll my eyes at his doofy grin, kiss him deeply, and send him off to re-fuel.
She' s my inspiration. Not that I 'm setting her on a pedestal, but she takes a lot of pressure off the relationship so that I can just enjoy my role in his life. That gives me courage.

Have fun with your jewel. Put him in a tight setting and polish him up.
Is he a ring type, a collar setting, or just a stud?
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What, sugar, you aren't sweet tempered and kind and soft-spoken?

I mean, either way, you'll fit in here.

You heard about my new toy then.

and here I'm trying to be so subtle and shit. oh well. it was never my strong suit, the subtlety. I mean, ask anyone.

My own hubby's girlfriend is indeed just a sweetie. So she's definitely a good foil for me, and I'm very grateful for her. The only hard limit I ever discovered there was that I had to say if he ever bought her marzipan, he had to buy me some too. It's an odd limit, but you have to understand my complete addiction to marzipan, and then it would make complete sense. Other than that, whatever he does is fine with me...

And as you say, there's a certain sense of having the pressure taken off. In my case, there are times when she can be really sympathetic and good to him in periods when I just have too much of my own shit to deal with to be able to be equally supportive. Spouses should rely on each other, of course, but it's good to spread the job around.

Hey maybe we should start a "polyamory poetry" thread.

bj
 
I would be sure to frequent such a thread if its going to be more than just the two of us

if fact what a name... evil ideas are afoot...
 
Tzara, just tried to send a pm but you are either full or have them turned off... so I figure I can just make my response public instead of deleting it entirely.


Just read your post from last month about your mama and Obama.

I am having a similar crisis in our family. My mother has not spoken to me directly about this, but has let two of my siblings know that she is Scared about what will happen to Our Country.....

Why? Can you identify the fear?

She can't.

My brother, heartbroken, because Mr. Obama feels to him, like a sibling. He turned out as if he had been raised by my parents, he is, at least we felt, how my parents would have wanted us to have turned out... so why is she

Scared?

Is it racism? Or somewhat skewed racism? I am working on some hypotheses of my own to try to explain my mother's reaction before we have our own confrontation which of course, will eventually happen.

Racism? I just can't believe it. I see it more of a fear OF racism. Fear of the backlash from the intolerant? Fear of confrontation? She lived through race riots, assinations, social upheaval of the civil rights movement, she had to fear for her children during the riots after Rodney King because she could see us there... you would think this would make her sensitive to the trials of others? I know the sensitivity of parenthood... I do not think she fears Mr. Obama. I think she fears the masses of people, how they might react, perhaps your Mother and my Mother are a little the same. It is hard to tell.

I have had a few people I respect not like him. One woman said she learned at an early age to not trust handsome, smooth talking men :) (okay, just don't sleep with him and you should be fine.)

At any rate. I love Mr. Obama. He makes me want to do good things. He made me want to insulate my attic to the point of actually insulating my attic. He inspires me to raise up my children well. I wish he were in my family. Maybe my son will marry one of his daughters.:rose: I only hope people like our mothers can at some point, experience the power of his message.

I do not understand the poetry forum, the subforum, I am very confused but never seem to stick around to figure out what is going on, just write little messages here and there and then re-immerse myself in the non-electric word.

as if there is such a thing.

Take care!

sunny
 
Dear Whom Ever the Fuck this applies,

All though it pains me to have to take you to task this way, I feel that I need to put my foot down.

As the only fully authorized and trained whiny bitch in this forum, I must ask you to cease and desist your whiny bitch imitations. Therefore, forthwith, I must ask that your return to writing fucking poetry and leave the whiny bitch business to those of us who are more experienced.

You are all excellent poets; but you are terrible whiny bitches. Please stick to what you do well and write me some damn poems to read!

Additionally, I would appreciate you all resuming the poetry form classes so that I can enjoy watching you all flail around in agony, while learning something new.

Next I expect a tremendous surge in 5 in 5 and 30 in 30 participation (especially 30 in 30 because watching you sweat out the last ten makes me feel all gushy inside).

Lastly, let me make it crystal clear for everyone – the changes in this forum are a done deal. Get the fuck over it. Even I, as the resident fully authorized and trained whiny bitch, think that it was a wise move. It allows MORE people to get involved which is not a bad thing. If it bring prior people back Good. If it encourages new people to participate Good. It just means more stuff for me to read and as you are ALL aware – it IS all about me!

Have I made myself clear? Any questions? Thought not. (Freakin wusses!)

Sincerely,

Safe_Bet - Queen of the Whiny Bitches


P.S. If the moderators wish, I am willing to teach a series of classes on being a whiny bitch. Ya’ll severely need them! You suck at it!

Remember your new Motto: It is all about Safe_Bet! God save the Queen! ​
 
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