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needs blankie ..... seems when I was sick 'a friend' wandered off and found others to be friends with and now has spelt out the situation so that thicko here finally understands. Silly little thing really but it hurts
 
After my assaults, I lost a few "friends." These were people who thought that since I had a series of assaults, I must somehow be causing it. I knew the truth, but it still hurt. Then, one of my true friends pointed out that if they knew me at all, they would know better and that they weren't true friends to begin with. After that, it didn't hurt so much. Friends come and go, but the true ones stay when things get rough.
 
Want the soft cuddly one with the lion? I got it in Korea, long long ago... strange what items get lost over the years (most of them in my case), and which remain (almost none in my case), but there's that old blanket. Still cozily functional since 1986. Can't think of anything else I still got from 1986... few matchbooks from Japanese bars... think that's about it. Uh-oh. End of Year Sentimentalism. Proceed with utmost caution. Wine will be next. Then trouble will really start and get all blubbery and stuff. And tomorrow will be a slug. But 1-2-10: that's the day. The New Day.

Well I'm off to work on building that Great Purple Amusement Park... actually I think it'll be a whole county, of which the Great Purple Amusement Park is but a part. Maybe two counties. Both big. Populated by people who have no idea just how vast their weirdness doth spread.
 
After my assaults, I lost a few "friends." These were people who thought that since I had a series of assaults, I must somehow be causing it. I knew the truth, but it still hurt. Then, one of my true friends pointed out that if they knew me at all, they would know better and that they weren't true friends to begin with. After that, it didn't hurt so much. Friends come and go, but the true ones stay when things get rough.

Some people don't know what to say you know and I admit I have been guilty of that myself, do you say sorry you were assaulted not knowing if the person wants to discuss that or would rather you kept your mouth shut whilst still knowing that's what they are thinking about? I would be afraid that you would think I was after alll the gory details rather than making a freindly approach. I would be so afraid of putting my foot in it and saying the wrong thing.

Want the soft cuddly one with the lion? I got it in Korea, long long ago... strange what items get lost over the years (most of them in my case), and which remain (almost none in my case), but there's that old blanket. Still cozily functional since 1986. Can't think of anything else I still got from 1986... few matchbooks from Japanese bars... think that's about it. Uh-oh. End of Year Sentimentalism. Proceed with utmost caution. Wine will be next. Then trouble will really start and get all blubbery and stuff. And tomorrow will be a slug. But 1-2-10: that's the day. The New Day.

Well I'm off to work on building that Great Purple Amusement Park... actually I think it'll be a whole county, of which the Great Purple Amusement Park is but a part. Maybe two counties. Both big. Populated by people who have no idea just how vast their weirdness doth spread.

Sounds like the perfect blankie not too new that you are afraid to get biscuit (cookies to you) crumbs down the front

Anyway Purple or not may your New Year be rosy from all aspects (sounds very colourful!) :rose:
 
It is washable. And yes, I anticipate this'll be a good one, maybe The One. Must seriously cut back on internet time. That's where I made a wrong turn. I let it become too important. It should be of passing importance (not the people on it, but it itself). Increase real/natural world engagements. It's hard to stare at a computer screen and study what a snow-scraped road looks like at various hours of the day, all at the same time. I think that's the key. Or one key. Maybe. Maybe it doesn't really matter. Or maybe there should be no thought to whether it matters or doesn't matter. Hm. Yeah.
 
Is it a bad sign if you wake up ill on Jan. 1st? lol
After getting sick as a dog, I felt much better though. It's all good. lol

How was everyone's New Year's Eve?
The kids and I just had a little party like usual.
 
Is it a bad sign if you wake up ill on Jan. 1st? lol
After getting sick as a dog, I felt much better though. It's all good. lol

How was everyone's New Year's Eve?
The kids and I just had a little party like usual.

I was sick as a dog too at about 4am with no reason whatsover I only had one and a half glasses of wine
 
New Years Eve was just fine, for both me and my wife - our own big bang to end the year!
Felt fine to start out today, too (now sore and tired from going up and down ladders to take down all our exterior decorations. It took me both Friday and Saturday after Thanksgiving to put them up).
I hope everyone else had a happy new year's eve and will have a happy and healthy new year.
 
Body's dragging through a goopy-slo-mo, but passion systems are all gung-ho. Itchin to really get to work. Can't wait til tomorrow comes.
 
I was sick as a dog too at about 4am with no reason whatsover I only had one and a half glasses of wine

I didn't drink at all. I think it was just my stomach issues. Anyway, I feel much better. I gave myself permission to take yesterday off, so I only wrote 2 articles.

Have any of you thought about what projects you might be working on this year? Any chapbook seedlings lurking about? I wonder if chapbooks sell on Kindle.
 
I have no particular projects in mind, not counting those at work.
Good chance of getting involved in some collaborations at the university, but too soon to tell.
I hope everyone is getting along fine in the new year (and decade)
 
It is washable. And yes, I anticipate this'll be a good one, maybe The One. Must seriously cut back on internet time. That's where I made a wrong turn. I let it become too important. It should be of passing importance (not the people on it, but it itself). Increase real/natural world engagements. It's hard to stare at a computer screen and study what a snow-scraped road looks like at various hours of the day, all at the same time. I think that's the key. Or one key. Maybe. Maybe it doesn't really matter. Or maybe there should be no thought to whether it matters or doesn't matter. Hm. Yeah.

Usually, it'll be something small to make me stop using the message board for a while, like someone putting a rollseyes emoticon in their post. Text box communication is taxing. I'd rather watch a video on youtube or try and find something weird on wikipedia with my Internet time. the Internet is excellent though, still plenty of neat stuff going on.
 
Usually, it'll be something small to make me stop using the message board for a while, like someone putting a rollseyes emoticon in their post. Text box communication is taxing. I'd rather watch a video on youtube or try and find something weird on wikipedia with my Internet time. the Internet is excellent though, still plenty of neat stuff going on.

The negatives and pluses can also be pluses and negatives.
 
After finishing up with the Christmas decorations I find myself watching more football than usual. Perhaps because Houston has playoff chances. Just the Christma dishes, which we'll wash once we get a new water heater. ANd only my wife knows where they go or where the regular china is.
 
ditto. can we share?

Always room for you m'dear you know that :rose:

Well the Survivor contest has drawn to a close I suppose .... more with a fizzle than a fanfare of trumpets as nobody has made comment or even seems to have noticed, So I am left presuming I have won not that anyone else seems to give a shit ........ I worked so hard ......... weeps
 
Don't stress, UYS. I assume most people (including myself) are waiting for the official announcement of the winner. I haven't looked at the scorecards. I know since I stopped participating around June that I'm not a contender.

Oh, and btw, don't feel the least bit threatened by the onslaught of nominations that I received for most influential poet. The nominations are from the same person- and it's well known that they are BFW's alts.

Now, scoot over. lol The PTSD is kicking my ass the last few days.
 
Don't stress, UYS. I assume most people (including myself) are waiting for the official announcement of the winner. I haven't looked at the scorecards. I know since I stopped participating around June that I'm not a contender.

Oh, and btw, don't feel the least bit threatened by the onslaught of nominations that I received for most influential poet. The nominations are from the same person- and it's well known that they are BFW's alts.

Now, scoot over. lol The PTSD is kicking my ass the last few days.

Don't even know where nominations are lol and that doesn't worry me in the least didn't work for that but this I did and hard. Scorecards haven't been updated for months
 
Few are the gastronomic joys that go down as sweet and smooth as tipping back a gaudily bejeweled goblet from which flow creamy streams of vindication. It is definitely cause for a celebratory reversion to the sinful ways of yore. And just in time for 2010, which I hereby do dub to be the Year of the Great Purple Amusement Park. Fuck yeah.

WORD.

Purple prose must never die. My two favorites in this category:

Tom Robbins
Mervyn Peake

They both write sentences like six-course meals, all chewy with insane metaphor and dripping with juicy adjectives.


needs blankie ..... seems when I was sick 'a friend' wandered off and found others to be friends with and now has spelt out the situation so that thicko here finally understands. Silly little thing really but it hurts

@ you and Lady as well: I've studied this phenomenon myself, within the context of the death of children. It's amazingly common for people who go through a great tragedy or illness to lose friends, and particularly for them to become very isolated within a few months of the loss.

To a certain extent, it's a forgivable offense: when someone goes through a loss, people feel intensely helpless and uncomfortable. They want to fix it or do something, or say something that will help, and when they can't figure out what to do they feel awkward and end up avoiding the bereaved.

Dolly, it may be in your case that that particular friend just sucks, and has no excuse. But I have found that sometimes it helps to tell people, "Look, I don't expect that you can say or do anything to 'make me feel better' or fix the loss. What you can do is just keep me company, just offer your companionship."

The best people sometimes just need a little hint about what to do to help, and a little compassion about how helpless they feel.

Though I lost many friends after my own loss, I still believe that people are basically good.
 
Though I lost many friends after my own loss, I still believe that people are basically good.

It's excellent that you were able to retain that view. I struggle with that. I tend to want to isolate and have a "fuck people" attitude. But, I think that has to do with the fact that the 3 men who attacked me were men who I was trying to help at the time of the assaults. And then, there are betrayals occurring around the time of the assaults which further reinforced my anger at humanity. I know that the tears mean that I don't truly feel that way. I've always been one to do anything to help people. But still, I feel the need to be left alone right now with the exception of the few I interact with in cyberspace. I wonder how long the desire to isolate will last. The most recent attack occurred almost a year ago, but it feels like it happened this morning.

Back to story writing... my characters don't bite me, though they may occasionally bite each other.
 
Ron is the only person I trust now no offence or anything but I can't let myself ever trust again. It was my own fault in a way that I lost my trust I didn't listen to my inner self or if I did I discounted it let it slide so sure that the person who stole my trust would never play such a dirty trick on me, even though I knew he had played some rotten tricks in the past. Well you live and learn ....... it won't happen again.
 
Well, I wrote a story and a haiku today-- both of which I am proud. So, it's been a productive day. It's been awhile since I wrote something that made me proud. And, it's funny but the story ended up heading in a slightly different direction than intended, and in doing so is the better for it. I love when that happens. Don't you, hmmnmmish?

-Sheila
 
Well, I wrote a story and a haiku today-- both of which I am proud. So, it's been a productive day. It's been awhile since I wrote something that made me proud. And, it's funny but the story ended up heading in a slightly different direction than intended, and in doing so is the better for it. I love when that happens. Don't you, hmmnmmish?

-Sheila

I wonder what happened to the guy who didn't like being told his haiku wasn't?!
 
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