Tihmmnmmish's Cuddle-Friendly Fireside Threadcast

Because the closer to perfection the less there is to learn, and to look forward to.
No adventures on sterile roads. Of course, less sterility means more risks...
 
See, to me, a guy cursed with perfectionist tendencies, it helps to remember that perfection = sterility. Any atmosphere where sterility is the prevalent odor, you can be sure laughter will be scant.
Sometimes my perfectionist takes over, and everything's on hold.
Then I'll say f_ it and go with what I've got.
 
Isn't adversity supposed to make you a better person or some such thing? Able to write great works that the world will drool over and say "there go the words of a great person who has suffered and knows"? Well it doesn't it fucking sucksssssssssss FUCK FUCK FUCKING SUCKSSSSSSS !

and I want a fucking cigarette everything that I enjoy has been taking from me and I want a fucking cigaretteeeeeeeeeee
 
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((Annie)) I know what it's like to be recovering and not being able to use your comfort habits. It sucks. When you get admitted to the psych hospital here, you can't smoke for the first 24 hours. They slap a patch on your arm instead. One poor guy was walking around puffing on straws and coffee stirrers. I don't think that helped his case.... (Now they are completely smoke-free, which is an additional motivator for me to stay out of there!)

For you guys who have done audio poems, how did you make and/or submit it? I saw they have a phone number you can call to record your poem. Can you listen to it and redo it as necessary? I'm having issues with my microphone for some reason, but I wouldn't even know how to make an audio file. Help!

(psst... hmmnmmish, you have an awesome voice.. I'll just pass it to you when it's done.. k? LOL)
 
I enjoy blessings of a separate unit, not a top of the line model but it does okay, and it has a built-in cd burner, so if I can get something to a point that it sounds at least passable, I burn it to a cd, then I stick the cd into the cd-rom thing on the computer, and then use a downloaded ripper and make the track an mp3 file, and then upload it as an attachment and send it...

Is it legal for another to handle the voice of an audio poem? If so, I think it'd be a blast collaboration. You'd just have to be patient, me being a perfectionist and I think it would have to have some music to go with it, except I haven't yet addressed the out-of-commission acoustic problem. But electricity's okay too... so... sure, if you got the words, I got the sounds; just send in one of your lovely little pokes if you think it's taking too long.
 
Unless of course the words entail something erotically flavored and written from a first person female perspective... authenticity would be a drawback in that case.
 
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((Annie)) I know what it's like to be recovering and not being able to use your comfort habits. It sucks. When you get admitted to the psych hospital here, you can't smoke for the first 24 hours. They slap a patch on your arm instead. One poor guy was walking around puffing on straws and coffee stirrers. I don't think that helped his case.... (Now they are completely smoke-free, which is an additional motivator for me to stay out of there!)

For you guys who have done audio poems, how did you make and/or submit it? I saw they have a phone number you can call to record your poem. Can you listen to it and redo it as necessary? I'm having issues with my microphone for some reason, but I wouldn't even know how to make an audio file. Help!

(psst... hmmnmmish, you have an awesome voice.. I'll just pass it to you when it's done.. k? LOL)

If you are having microphone probs I don't suppose this will be any help but here goes;

Start
All programmes
Accessories
Entertainment
Sound recorder
Turn on you Mic and away you go ..... this makes a wav I think but even if it makes an mp3 it works the same way. Then I just followed the instructions in the Poetry Survivor Competition rules. Complete amazement that it was accepted and posted not long afterwards!
 
Actually the more I've thought of it, the idea of adding sound/music/voice to others' stories and poems and stuff... that'd be a sweet gig for sure. Really gotta take a jab at fixing that acoustic. But yeah, that'd be it.
 
Actually the more I've thought of it, the idea of adding sound/music/voice to others' stories and poems and stuff... that'd be a sweet gig for sure. Really gotta take a jab at fixing that acoustic. But yeah, that'd be it.

May I make a request? Not complaining or anything buttttttt you sometimes have an eeensy weensy tendency to drown out that gorgeous hunky voice of yours *breathes sigh of relief that I've said it and beams big smile*
 
May I make a request? Not complaining or anything buttttttt you sometimes have an eeensy weensy tendency to drown out that gorgeous hunky voice of yours *breathes sigh of relief that I've said it and beams big smile*

Well now you're talkin mixin nshit, which is its own poetic art and science, which I openly confess having an elementary handle on... but I'll definitely note and asterisk your request, dear Annie. :rose:
 
Will someone reminds me of what sex feels like so I can write a story?

LOL
 
LOL

I guess I'm feeling a bit jaded. Yeah, this is the longest since my divorce that I have gone without sex. I guess I should be proud of myself for not succumbing to casual sex. Well, not in the last 3 months anyway. That night was pretty pathetic too, but that's another story.

Now that I think about it, I miss love more than sex. Otherwise, I'd be okay with casual flings. Well, no I wouldn't, cuz of my personal issues tied to the PTSD.

I was recently seeing someone, but that fizzled out pretty quick. The same day we called it quits, I was asked out by someone else. I'm never single for long, but I'm just tired of disappointment after disappointment.

geez.. where'd all this come from? I thought I just missed sex.
 
In a perverse sort of way I occasionally experience a twinge of sentimentalism for the days when the longing was great and agony was embedded so sweetly and painfully deep.

You're letting it loose here because you know I won't judge you. Which is true.
 
Well, it gets sickening after awhile. I'm tired of dating. I think that about sums it up.

I get so upset when I get calls from ex's (at least one now married) who want head or a fuck for old times' sake. In addition to seeing men cheating or wanting to cheat, I see women treating their men like shit. I've been told that perhaps part of my problem is that I am too nice. What's wrong with being nice? Like men want a little bitchiness in their women or something? Also that men take me for granted cuz I don't demand more. sigh. I don't get it.

I wanna fastforward to being in a relationship and all that entails. The love, feeling connected, and the SEX. lol You know, the good stuff. The lazy Sunday mornings making love until noon and the dropping to my knees and sucking him dry when he gets in the door followed by some great fucking.
 
my post sounded like i am sugar-coating the relationship thing. I've been in enough relationships to know that it's not all rainbows and puppies. But, I can generally deal with the disagreements and annoyances.. lately that's all I'm getting. I hate the games people play while dating.. saying they are one thing and their behavior tells a different story..

Why do people do that? Why can't they just be upfront and honest? The person will eventually see them for who they are anyway.
 
In a perverse sort of way I occasionally experience a twinge of sentimentalism for the days when the longing was great and agony was embedded so sweetly and painfully deep.

You're letting it loose here because you know I won't judge you. Which is true.

Longing and related feelings can come back.
I experienced quite a surge in my libido, along with related feelings for significant romances, past and present; shortly after I finished up my PhD.
Also marks the rebirth of poetry within me.
 
hmmnmmish, do you come in black? Do you have an African double in PA? LOL
 
Well, it gets sickening after awhile. I'm tired of dating. I think that about sums it up.

I get so upset when I get calls from ex's (at least one now married) who want head or a fuck for old times' sake. In addition to seeing men cheating or wanting to cheat, I see women treating their men like shit. I've been told that perhaps part of my problem is that I am too nice. What's wrong with being nice? Like men want a little bitchiness in their women or something? Also that men take me for granted cuz I don't demand more. sigh. I don't get it.

I wanna fastforward to being in a relationship and all that entails. The love, feeling connected, and the SEX. lol You know, the good stuff. The lazy Sunday mornings making love until noon and the dropping to my knees and sucking him dry when he gets in the door followed by some great fucking.
Most of my involvement has been in a relationship. And when you're out of one, trying to find your way back. Maybe you'll have some magic encounter soon which leads somewhere satisfying.
 
Most of my involvement has been in a relationship. And when you're out of one, trying to find your way back. Maybe you'll have some magic encounter soon which leads somewhere satisfying.

i hope so. yes, i still have hope, though sometimes the hope pisses me off more than anything else
 
and as if on cue, one of my ex's (with whom we broke up due to circumstance and not problems per se) tells me that he wants all of me.

sigh. i m such a sucker for that kind of talk.
 
What I used to miss was the hugs, the being held not with any thought of anything further happening, just the closeness of arms around me. A safety thing maybe who knows but hugs are a precious thing
 
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