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remember that old saying, "careful what you wish for." ? I have a couple of weeks to garden and am so thankful. I thought I would pop in and who is up to what and if anything awesome had been written lately.

I hope everyone's doing fine.

K. and I are working a small heirloom garden this year. We ordered seeds from Park Seed Company where I once visited when I was a Girl Scout many years ago. We have blooms on every plant, including Cherokee Purple tomatoes, a packer of " a variety of heirloom seeds" referred to as a rainbow blend, we have eggplant, Athena cantaloupe, seedless cucumbers, jalapeno and Thai hot peppers.

The job so far has been great. hubby and I are piping the chilled water to the units and the complex is 5 huge buildings with 30 units altogether. Buildings A, B and C have started up and nothing leaked!!

MY doctor says I have something called an avulsion fracture and we won't know until he x-rays again ( after the swelling subsides) if the tendons are damaged, if they are, well... will hobble across that bridge when we get to it.

wishing everyone here a happy day! hugs and all that

:)

~j
 
Is it me or are there half a dozen posts here the same?
There have apparently been connection problems with the forum servers this afternoon, and I think people have been reposting the same message because their connection timed out before confirming the post, so they couldn't tell if it had gone through.
 
If this thing ever goes down hell don't bear thinking about 'cos apart from the challenge stuff I've got nothing saved elsewhere
 
I am sorry about that multiple post...jeez, how embarrassing:eek:


I kept getting odd messages today as well.

No need to be embarrassed my dear girl. You saw what Tzara said, yes? The site was down for a while this afternoon and your post got stuck in the vortex.

If this thing ever goes down hell don't bear thinking about 'cos apart from the challenge stuff I've got nothing saved elsewhere

I religiously make copies of every poem I actually submit here, but some of my old unsubmitted stuff like in the passion and not sure threads are probably gone forever.

I actually once started going through threads to find ee's old poems and save them to my hard drive (he, of course, never saves his poems). I found a bunch of old stuff I had written, too. But the thought of going through all those threads got really daunting really fast.
 
I religiously make copies of every poem I actually submit here, but some of my old unsubmitted stuff like in the passion and not sure threads are probably gone forever.

I actually once started going through threads to find ee's old poems and save them to my hard drive (he, of course, never saves his poems). I found a bunch of old stuff I had written, too. But the thought of going through all those threads got really daunting really fast.

I type my poems in on my computer to start, as well as sometimes to print for further review, so they all make it from paper to bytes. Fix typos there, and easier to read than my scribbles are. My favorites usually also end up on the hard drive at work, which gets regularly backed up. My forum post would be lost, but the poems I've put up are just like the submissions - paste from a file.
 
I meant NJ did you double up here too? or is that treble up lol


Annie, I don't have a clue what I did here, lol. I tried to get all the repeat-buggers, must have failed. I think my one post showed up 5 or 6 times.

As for saving your poems, you really should go through and copy your work. I remember when poor Rybka's computer died and he lost the majority of his work,he was terribly upset.

Also, it happened to me, but I still have the computer in my closet, hoping some day I can figure out how to recapture my poems, some of them were pretty okay. I had 6 floppy disks I had to buy a separate player thing to view them and copied my work...makes me wonder how soon this process will be obsolete, you know?


But, you don't have to randomly go through the threads, click on your Lit name and where it says, "find all posts" ...do that and your posts will come up, with a preview of what the post is. That's how I found my old lost stuff that is/was on Lit.

Ages ago I went through the passion thread and found about a hundred of mine, now they are on a zip drive...( is that what the stick thingie is called? )

Hi Angeline!!!

It's 95 here today, may I come up and play? :)

:heart:
 
I type my poems in on my computer to start, as well as sometimes to print for further review, so they all make it from paper to bytes. Fix typos there, and easier to read than my scribbles are. My favorites usually also end up on the hard drive at work, which gets regularly backed up. My forum post would be lost, but the poems I've put up are just like the submissions - paste from a file.

Yep, that is what I should do, too. Just write poems in my Word program. Then I'd have a copy of everything. And I do have a decent filing system for the poems I write in Word. I have something called a "master poem file" in which everything is organized alphabetically. I also have a file that tallies all my poems by certain variables (form and free verse, music-related, published or not, erotic or non-erotic and so on). The problem is that over the years I've had a bad habit of reading someone else's poem here and getting inspired to write my own by way of a reply in whatever thread I happened to be reading. Most often that was in the passion thread, but some others, too. I rarely write here anymore--for various reasons--so it doesn't happen now, but over the years I know there are at least double-digits (maybe triple) of poems I've written and forgotten. Oh well...
 
Annie, I don't have a clue what I did here, lol. I tried to get all the repeat-buggers, must have failed. I think my one post showed up 5 or 6 times.

As for saving your poems, you really should go through and copy your work. I remember when poor Rybka's computer died and he lost the majority of his work,he was terribly upset.

Also, it happened to me, but I still have the computer in my closet, hoping some day I can figure out how to recapture my poems, some of them were pretty okay. I had 6 floppy disks I had to buy a separate player thing to view them and copied my work...makes me wonder how soon this process will be obsolete, you know?


But, you don't have to randomly go through the threads, click on your Lit name and where it says, "find all posts" ...do that and your posts will come up, with a preview of what the post is. That's how I found my old lost stuff that is/was on Lit.

Ages ago I went through the passion thread and found about a hundred of mine, now they are on a zip drive...( is that what the stick thingie is called? )

Hi Angeline!!!

It's 95 here today, may I come up and play? :)

:heart:

Hi darlin. I miss talking to you. We have to catch up with each other one of these days. :kiss:

It is about 53 here today, chilly and drizzly. We'll get a few little heat waves up here as the summer progresses, but it usually stays in the 60s or low 70s. Well until October when it starts to get really cold again. Sigh.
 
Yep, that is what I should do, too. Just write poems in my Word program. Then I'd have a copy of everything. And I do have a decent filing system for the poems I write in Word. I have something called a "master poem file" in which everything is organized alphabetically. I also have a file that tallies all my poems by certain variables (form and free verse, music-related, published or not, erotic or non-erotic and so on). The problem is that over the years I've had a bad habit of reading someone else's poem here and getting inspired to write my own by way of a reply in whatever thread I happened to be reading. Most often that was in the passion thread, but some others, too. I rarely write here anymore--for various reasons--so it doesn't happen now, but over the years I know there are at least double-digits (maybe triple) of poems I've written and forgotten. Oh well...

Sounds quite organized. In my poetry folders all I have is a text file which just lists the state of the poems (ready or not; published or not, along with misc info, such as when distributed and occasional brief notes about some).
 
Sounds quite organized. In my poetry folders all I have is a text file which just lists the state of the poems (ready or not; published or not, along with misc info, such as when distributed and occasional brief notes about some).

But when your poems are organized you can't really stumble over one you've totally forgotten and go: "Where'd that come from? Did I write it?" Its a nice feeling, like buried treasure discovered, or a hidden treasure uncovered.
 
Well Annie has just tried to blow herself to kingdom come (stop cheering at the back there!). Because it was Ron's birthday, and I am not well enough yet for restaurants, I was making him a meal which I prepared well on time. I put it in the oven and went away and left it for over an hour and a half. When I went to check that it was cooked I suddenly started to smell gas and though uhoh what now?! Yes the damn gaslight had gone out in the oven and had been pumping out pure gas into the oven and kitchen for all that time! Not only was I in danger of blowing up the house but half the damn street too and on top of that the casserole was stone cold and no special meal cooked. So now Ron will be telling everyone he knows that the meal he had for his birthday was ........ a takeaway!
 
Normal Jean, we're already buddies from a couple years ago. The era of Bill Dada, Jamison et al. I've been wondering where Wildsweetone has gone? Bill and Jamison and all the people I remember from a few years ago have made appearances in the last six months, I don't think she has though. That period of time was a positive experience, it's strange that there's been so much conflict pretty much the last few months of this year. I brought Bflag back with me around thanksgiving, but something occured before we got here and I'm curious if you've any idea? Who's left in the last year?

As far as I've seen no one has told anyone to go away, but to write poems. Ladynstrfrknbd, the douchebags won't stop saying douchebaggy things just because you preface your recommendations. There's only two or three of them anyway, it's not worth pandering to them. You know they've become obsessive when they do it more than a couple days, imagine trying to get back at someone via messageboard or text comment on a poem or two?

At least the nastiness here usually has something to do with poems, usually about criticism. The other forums here make my skin crawl, just read one page of that Scouries Thread over in the main forum...

I don't know where WSO disappeared to. I was also wondering about LeBroz and 1201 and several others.

I remember a long time ago, you left a comment on my vicodin acrostic, a totally silly poem, but you liked it and were the only one who didn't leave a hateful comment. see, I am not immune to the hatefulness either.

I miss Rybka and he didn't even like me, but he was always kind if I had a question and he would, on occasion PM me with suggestions. I remember one pm he sent, was titled BeNiCe and told me to check my periodic table. I didn't need to though....

When I first came here, (in 2002 as Maria2394) Eve invited me, I had about 30 stories posted and one poem and she mentioned it in the reviews. Eve, Ange, Rybka, Senna, and *cat* were here, oh, and Boomerengue, Champagne and smithpeter and lets see, who else, well, they were the foundation when I came here and it was a terrific place. It's better now than it was when I left back in October. I have only had a minute here and there to pop in and see what was happening.

If you want to PM me, you can. I am out of work till at least the 25th then I'll be back to grinding and fitting and measuring before ya know it.

hugs, ye ol bud o' mine

;) Originally Posted by bflagsst View Post
Big up to Corinna Parr on the H, that's a very rare sight in a day or two. See James, you are appreciated here in one way or another, that whole hissy fit over my definition of a quality poem didn't have happen, especially since I never did get to explain the way in which I was making a value judgement. It was all 'no, no, no[stomp your feet] you can't be making an objective statement, it's not even possible in this universe!'

flagstaff, that actually irritated me for a couple seconds, NormalJeans. I wish you would write about your negative feelings in a poem or two. I wasn't being ageist when I said "I want to share my youngness and fun-ness with you through poems." I wasn't even asking you to share your age, just your poems. I've asked some of the old men to share their old age with me, but they've mostly disappeared. I was being ageist toward some of them, cuz they were writing poor poems about youth when they could be writing diamond poems about failing health, retirement boredom, divorce, and death of friends.

I don't think Lawrobbur and Ramona write the same, Ramona is interested in a different sort of graphic. Lawrobbur's main interest is silly porno rhymes.

I wasn't being negative, but silly. I try to make up ways to remember people's nicknames when they are unusual to me and I do that by association to similar sounds and or words. I am actually a pretty happy person but I try to spend most of my time outside. I can't right now because of this giant Herman Munster looking boot I have to wear The garden soil sticks in the bottom and craps up my carpet.

And hey you can ask me anything you want. So many people here are so new they don't know I am apt to tell people way more than they care to know. I know i irritate people but I don't mean to, not in a bad way. I won't play with your name anymore, but I had some more good ones to help me like "staff of life" staffo la poetus...anyway...I wont ever do it again.

I am 46, met my husband at a Molly Hatchet concert when I was 17 we have been together ever since and a lot of it has sucked, but not all. It's been better lately though. we have 2 daughters, Amanda is 26 and an art history/museum admin major and will be an art restorer and Kristen, 20, an anthropology/Japanese major. They both attend USC and have made the Dean's list the last 3 semesters.

Kris just finished a class where she learned to operate ground penetrating radar and some other equipment and the class surveyed a site in Florence that was once a naval shipyard during the war of Northern Aggression, and they found 3 cannons in the river. I always wanted to be an archaeologist when I was young, but had a family at an early age and it didn't happen. I have attended community college and accumulated around 80 credit hours that are just languishing, but I do have enough to be a substitute teacher.



When I was in HS, I won first place in Latin Vocab at the Junior Classical Leaque annual competition 2 years in a row a and I was on the track team until a severe asthma attack got me removed. I have an aunt that was on death row in NC at one time, and my grandma's daddy murdered her pregnant mother and sister right in front of her and two other siblings.

see what I mean?

and Hon, I do write about my negative feelings, they come out in the form of garden poems which most people here hate, even though they are pretty good, I think 1201 started that trend, lol.

I'm not gonna bug you guys anymore. It can see I don't belong here anymore and that's no fun for anyone. BUt I will always lurk, muawahaha. Lady, you keep writing and ignore the fools ( except our Fool, he's too sweet and talented and sexy to be ignored). Bflagsst, forgive me for being silly. Like the word raccoon, I will never remember how many of each letter goes in your name, its nothing person, just a brainfreeze.


anyway, I hope you all have a great day. I mean that. IM gonna take a nap.
 
Hazel, I'm sorry.

I've been shooting rabbits, lately. Three or four, on a good day. The rabbit population out here is ridiculous. Big, fat fuckers, too. They've nearly completely destroyed my garden (The tomatos and the cucumbers will survive) and there are way too many of them. They're nesting under the orchard, and it's pissing me off, because I don't know what they're doing to my tree-roots. I refuse to use poison, because we have dogs.

I'm not a bad shot - of the five pellets the clip holds, I can usually nail three or four. It's the last shot, standing over the rabbit and putting it out of its misery that is hardest, when you're close enough to the blood to smell it, so to speak. I try to make it quick.

Got one right through the eye, today. Brought out the camera, took a picture, struggled with not throwing up. In the middle of the second snap-shot, it moved. Sat up, ran a little ways away. I very calmly shot it right in the base of the skull.

I can't stop thinking about it.
 
I've been shooting rabbits, lately. Three or four, on a good day. The rabbit population out here is ridiculous. Big, fat fuckers, too. They've nearly completely destroyed my garden (The tomatos and the cucumbers will survive) and there are way too many of them. They're nesting under the orchard, and it's pissing me off, because I don't know what they're doing to my tree-roots. I refuse to use poison, because we have dogs.

I'm not a bad shot - of the five pellets the clip holds, I can usually nail three or four. It's the last shot, standing over the rabbit and putting it out of its misery that is hardest, when you're close enough to the blood to smell it, so to speak. I try to make it quick.

Got one right through the eye, today. Brought out the camera, took a picture, struggled with not throwing up. In the middle of the second snap-shot, it moved. Sat up, ran a little ways away. I very calmly shot it right in the base of the skull.

I can't stop thinking about it.

Sounds like you can have some rabbit stew and maybe use some of the surviving, but on their way out, vegetables.
 
I've been shooting rabbits, lately. Three or four, on a good day. The rabbit population out here is ridiculous. Big, fat fuckers, too. They've nearly completely destroyed my garden (The tomatos and the cucumbers will survive) and there are way too many of them. They're nesting under the orchard, and it's pissing me off, because I don't know what they're doing to my tree-roots. I refuse to use poison, because we have dogs.

I'm not a bad shot - of the five pellets the clip holds, I can usually nail three or four. It's the last shot, standing over the rabbit and putting it out of its misery that is hardest, when you're close enough to the blood to smell it, so to speak. I try to make it quick.

Got one right through the eye, today. Brought out the camera, took a picture, struggled with not throwing up. In the middle of the second snap-shot, it moved. Sat up, ran a little ways away. I very calmly shot it right in the base of the skull.

I can't stop thinking about it.

Do you want to borrow a ferret?
 
"In a second analysis of 520 eminent American women, he again found that poets were more likely to have mental illnesses and to experience personal tragedy than eminent journalists, visual artists, politicians and actresses--a finding Kaufman has dubbed "the Sylvia Plath effect" after the noted poet who had depression and eventually committed suicide. The findings appear in The Journal of Creative Behavior (Vol. 35, No. 1)."

I just read this article: http://www.apa.org/monitor/nov03/plath.html

and since it seems there's usually more women around here than men. I'm curious if any of you poetess' have any thoughts on said article? I don't want to know if you are mentally ill, just what you think of the article and whether you have any reasons for why it may or may not be true as opposed to other artists or non-artists. Just something I found that I think some of you might be interested in, don't want to actually argue anything, I have no opinion on it.
 
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