Tihmmnmmish's Cuddle-Friendly Fireside Threadcast

[UnderYourSpell]

Yes it is.

I know the feeling.

Fanku snuggle sigh ......

 

[hmmnmm]

Well it wasn't so bad.
But I'm glad to be back home.
A bit interesting, because while the first entry into the populated place was intimidating, after awhile I began to weaken to the seduction of the possibility of relocating there; maybe it is time for reintegration. Like, we went to a couple restaurants and I thought, "if I was here and making my homemade tunes, I could maybe leave a cd for the waitress along with the tip..." Definitely more potential for face-to-face interactions with likeminded souls and minds. The multiplicity of options enticed. Won't lie about that.

Even for the first couple hundred miles on the way home, being yet under the seductive powers of the city, I bounced the idea around in my head: maybe, maybe, maybe... and even the mountains we approached, though the day was unseasonably pleasant and sunny, gave off a somewhat forbidding sort of attitude.

But then when we entered the region, it was a welcome embrace and not at all forbidding. It was weird because I felt certain parts of my mind opening up again; like they pulled the shutters when we were among the more concentrated human population, or something like that.

However it was also good to get away for a few days. Some of the controversial threads here and there which I tend to allow to grow big in my mind or allow to tether so I become far too emotionally involved, I am now able to just chuckle at. So somebody else out there might consider it: I know how easy it can be to allow an internet world to become more important than it should be. Sometimes it can do wonders to just walk away from it for a few days. Let yourself misplace the magnifier, so you can see that the world that seemed so big is really quite small; and certainly a wonderful place to visit, but really not as important as a lot of other wondrous worlds out there.

So it's all good all around.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

We have snow masses and masses of the damn stuff the view from my window has taken on christmas card status which may sound wonderful but it's sooooooo cold. Who ever said it's too cold to snow should come and stand on my door step for an hour or so and then tell me

 

[EroticOrogeny]

We probably had our only snow for the season a couple of weeks ago.
Earliest on record for Houston, this evening its in the mid 50's.
Will stay above freezing for a while, maybe in January.
Febrary usually starting to get less cold. A couple years ago it was freezing on Valentine's day, but we made the night hot

 

[UnderYourSpell]

We probably had our only snow for the season a couple of weeks ago.
Earliest on record for Houston, this evening its in the mid 50's.
Will stay above freezing for a while, maybe in January.
Febrary usually starting to get less cold. A couple years ago it was freezing on Valentine's day, but we made the night hot

It's my neices b/day on Valentines day mine 9 days earlier

 

[champagne1982]

We have snow masses and masses of the damn stuff the view from my window has taken on christmas card status which may sound wonderful but it's sooooooo cold. Who ever said it's too cold to snow should come and stand on my door step for an hour or so and then tell me

It was -51 degrees celcius on my door step last week. It was too cold to snow.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

It was -51 degrees celcius on my door step last week. It was too cold to snow.

Aghhhhhhhhhhh!
Well I have just finished the food shopping and have got enough to feed two snowed in armies.
I was hoping to put one or two more survivor poems up just to prove I wasn't stagnating I suppose but whoever reads seems to taken early holidays or they are inundated with submissions

 

[champagne1982]

Aghhhhhhhhhhh!
Well I have just finished the food shopping and have got enough to feed two snowed in armies.
I was hoping to put one or two more survivor poems up just to prove I wasn't stagnating I suppose but whoever reads seems to taken early holidays or they are inundated with submissions

I love you and I know you're not the stagnating kind... I however, am dead in the snow as far as surviving goes. I'm proud to know that there are poets out there who can produce such marvellous poemies for those who are putterers and piddlers. like me. Happy Christmas, my friend.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I love you and I know you're not the stagnating kind... I however, am dead in the snow as far as surviving goes. I'm proud to know that there are poets out there who can produce such marvellous poemies for those who are putterers and piddlers. like me. Happy Christmas, my friend.

You dear lady are one of the best reasons for staying around here and Happy Christmas to you too btw I do hope piddlers doesn't mean the same as it does to me lol

 

[EroticOrogeny]

Aghhhhhhhhhhh!
Well I have just finished the food shopping and have got enough to feed two snowed in armies.
I was hoping to put one or two more survivor poems up just to prove I wasn't stagnating I suppose but whoever reads seems to taken early holidays or they are inundated with submissions

I was wondering about that, too.
I was thinking there might be a slowdown in submissions lately, just like there is in postings on the forum. Seasonal slump?
You're certainly uncatchable in survivor, but 2nd and 3rd could be contested still.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I submitted I think it was 3 days ago and they are usually up the next day but still no sign

 

[EroticOrogeny]

I have noticed some variability when poems show up.
Once I submitted one on Saturday and another on Sunday, and the Sunday poem went up a day before Saturday's. I submittted my audio - hope it makes the deadline.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Had a rough anxious few hours ....... the snow came down with a vengeance and this town was gridlocked with people abandoning their cars and church halls being opened to take in stranded travellers. Only trouble is Ron was driving home from London about 40 miles away, I told him to pull off and find a motel and not to attempt the drive. But foolish as it was he kept trying to get home to me ...... he made it too. He left London at 5pm made it home at 11.15 pm

 

[EroticOrogeny]

Alls well that ends well - glad ROn got home and you no longer have to worry.
I recall a time several years ago where it was sleeting and I had to frequently stop my car and get out and scrape the windshield.

 

[hmmnmm]

Man that wine. Tastes like juice but got a mulish kick.

Anyway, it was sometime yesterday I sent out my Christmas wish. Did it with my mind. Tried to think of what I would want. My wants on the earthly plane are really very few and have always been few. I mean, money would be nice, because not having much of something it's easy to dream of what you would do if you had it; but money never meant a lot to me, as far as a goal. But before I hung up the mind phone, I whispered, "I'd just like to know what I should be doing." Because I like a lot of stuff and there's only so much time in any given day. I guess if I really chose one something and focused on it I might gain some measures of proficiency at it, and maybe some other human out there might somehow benefit. It's the marriage: what I can do and enjoy doing, and a willingness, nay, flat out eagerness, to share with someone else whatever I may have to offer.

So then I went and splurged on some scratchoff lottery tickets. One of them is a crossword style: you reveal letters and match them with what's in the rows. You make so many words you win so many dollars.

So anyway, on one ticket (that actually won a couple bucks), one of the words was Poem, and another was Guitar. Swear. No kidding. No shit. I showed it to missus hmmnmm and she pointed out that there was also the word, Image. I told her I may be a skeptic about much but this was just too weird to be coincidence. Then she pointed out the word, Obey, which I brushed away because it seemed to bear not the relevance to the issue as I thought Poem and Guitar did.

Well, that was good enough cosmic guidance for me, so that's the way I'm going to try going for the next while. Or the next stretch of whiles. It's hard to bid adieu however, to the prose/fiction. I like that a lot too. I really don't differentiate between the two too much, except for whether they are in lines or paragraphs. I know, I know, there's the more knowledgable poets who would tell me I don't know what I'm talking about, which is fine, because I got no fucking clue what I'm talking about. I mainly strive to do good work, and whatever anyone wants to call it (probably crap?), why that's their business and their right, as far as I see things. I don't think I do do good work, I would never claim to have access to breadths of knowledge that so many so handily seem to, which I respect the hell out of, and am in shameless awe of. It's true. All true.

Anyway, Merry Christmas and peace and goodwill and all that stuff.

 

[butters]

...

So anyway, on one ticket (that actually won a couple bucks), one of the words was Poem, and another was Guitar. Swear. No kidding. No shit. I showed it to missus hmmnmm and she pointed out that there was also the word, Image. I told her I may be a skeptic about much but this was just too weird to be coincidence. Then she pointed out the word, Obey, which I brushed away because it seemed to bear not the relevance to the issue as I thought Poem and Guitar did.

...

Anyway, Merry Christmas and peace and goodwill and all that stuff.

Poem, Guitar, Image and Obey. Wow! lol

Merry Christmas to you, too, Hmmmm, and if you were faffing about before no harm will come from focusing your attentions for a while. Very best of luck, matey!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Man that wine. Tastes like juice but got a mulish kick.

Anyway, it was sometime yesterday I sent out my Christmas wish. Did it with my mind. Tried to think of what I would want. My wants on the earthly plane are really very few and have always been few. I mean, money would be nice, because not having much of something it's easy to dream of what you would do if you had it; but money never meant a lot to me, as far as a goal. But before I hung up the mind phone, I whispered, "I'd just like to know what I should be doing." Because I like a lot of stuff and there's only so much time in any given day. I guess if I really chose one something and focused on it I might gain some measures of proficiency at it, and maybe some other human out there might somehow benefit. It's the marriage: what I can do and enjoy doing, and a willingness, nay, flat out eagerness, to share with someone else whatever I may have to offer.

So then I went and splurged on some scratchoff lottery tickets. One of them is a crossword style: you reveal letters and match them with what's in the rows. You make so many words you win so many dollars.

So anyway, on one ticket (that actually won a couple bucks), one of the words was Poem, and another was Guitar. Swear. No kidding. No shit. I showed it to missus hmmnmm and she pointed out that there was also the word, Image. I told her I may be a skeptic about much but this was just too weird to be coincidence. Then she pointed out the word, Obey, which I brushed away because it seemed to bear not the relevance to the issue as I thought Poem and Guitar did.

Well, that was good enough cosmic guidance for me, so that's the way I'm going to try going for the next while. Or the next stretch of whiles. It's hard to bid adieu however, to the prose/fiction. I like that a lot too. I really don't differentiate between the two too much, except for whether they are in lines or paragraphs. I know, I know, there's the more knowledgable poets who would tell me I don't know what I'm talking about, which is fine, because I got no fucking clue what I'm talking about. I mainly strive to do good work, and whatever anyone wants to call it (probably crap?), why that's their business and their right, as far as I see things. I don't think I do do good work, I would never claim to have access to breadths of knowledge that so many so handily seem to, which I respect the hell out of, and am in shameless awe of. It's true. All true.

Anyway, Merry Christmas and peace and goodwill and all that stuff.

We've known each other a fair old while through this website, shared laughter and one or two tears. We've cussed at 'them others' maybe haven't even spoken for weeks on end not because of any disagreement but just life carrying us away ..... other paths to try out, but we've proved that a man and a woman can have a platonic relationship (albeit a long distance one) without any of that sex stuff messing it up. So what I am trying to say here is well friends that's what is important and in your case a blankie to share ..... one made with words not too many of them but lightly woven together making a soft blankie that sometimes eases a bruised soul. Thankyou for being there

 

[hmmnmm]

We've known each other a fair old while through this website, shared laughter and one or two tears. We've cussed at 'them others' maybe haven't even spoken for weeks on end not because of any disagreement but just life carrying us away ..... other paths to try out, but we've proved that a man and a woman can have a platonic relationship (albeit a long distance one) without any of that sex stuff messing it up. So what I am trying to say here is well friends that's what is important and in your case a blankie to share ..... one made with words not too many of them but lightly woven together making a soft blankie that sometimes eases a bruised soul. Thankyou for being there

Oh you.

 

[hmmnmm]

Poem, Guitar, Image and Obey. Wow! lol

Merry Christmas to you, too, Hmmmm, and if you were faffing about before no harm will come from focusing your attentions for a while. Very best of luck, matey!

And you too.


Whenever I think of playing with sounds and words, putting them together, I get really turned on. Bite-sized little musicals... stuff like that... but actually doing it is another matter.

uh... what's a faff?

 

[butters]

And you too.


Whenever I think of playing with sounds and words, putting them together, I get really turned on. Bite-sized little musicals... stuff like that... but actually doing it is another matter.

uh... what's a faff?

for a thing to be, first it must be imagined


to faff - to mess/flap/tinker/fluff/fuck about with, ineffectually

 

[UnderYourSpell]

for a thing to be, first it must be imagined


to faff - to mess/flap/tinker/fluff/fuck about with, ineffectually

men have inbuilt faffing tendencies the need to fiddle with things even when fiddling is not required

 

[butters]

men have inbuilt faffing tendencies the need to fiddle with things even when fiddling is not required

*you said that aloud! we all think it, but you said it out LOUD!*

 

[UnderYourSpell]

*you said that aloud! we all think it, but you said it out LOUD!*

It doesn't count in 7 days time so I can probably get away with it while the men are busy fiddling elsewhere

 

[hmmnmm]

a fella can't fiddle too much, that's for sure, and if a fella ain't fiddlin he's diddlin' with a dang 'ol doodad, or thinking of diddlin it, then he can go back to fiddlin, til he climbs upon the Great Doodad Mount, and diddles it.

 

[butters]

It doesn't count in 7 days time so I can probably get away with it while the men are busy fiddling elsewhere

man's need to faff is the reason for sheds and attics, i guess, though neither of my ex's used those, just the whole damned house.

and, through the law of averages, some good things come about from all that faffing, in a purely 'exception to the rule' kind of way *blinks*


thankyou, men, for washing machines, phones, and flushing toilets



(of course, given the opportunities, we'd have invented them so much earlier )