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[bogusbrig]

Damn. I love the women on Lit. Thanks for your thoughts and those implied promises of naughtiness.

I've been having some really weird and vivid dreams lately and recording them, which for someone who rarely remembers dreams seems to be a source of inspiration that might be worth exploiting. Though such outlandish imagery seems a little too way out and surreal to be empathised with by a reader, it does throw up a creative challenge and I feel I need a challenge to break out of my malaise. I'm finding it too easy to just sit on the terrace by the harbour just lately, have a beer and mull over things but I did try writing yesterday so hopefully you might be unfortunate enough to be inflicted with my ideas soon.

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

too much scotch last night, I feel like I need to keep rubbing the sleep out of my eyes...I am still wrapped in a blanket sipping coffee to try and roust my motivation



it might not work

 

[unpredictablebijou]

too much scotch last night, I feel like I need to keep rubbing the sleep out of my eyes...I am still wrapped in a blanket sipping coffee to try and roust my motivation



it might not work

Scotch?

Been meaning to introduce myself. I'm new here.

Are we talking single malt?

well met,
bijou

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Damn. I love the women on Lit. Thanks for your thoughts and those implied promises of naughtiness.

I've been having some really weird and vivid dreams lately and recording them, which for someone who rarely remembers dreams seems to be a source of inspiration that might be worth exploiting. Though such outlandish imagery seems a little too way out and surreal to be empathised with by a reader, it does throw up a creative challenge and I feel I need a challenge to break out of my malaise. I'm finding it too easy to just sit on the terrace by the harbour just lately, have a beer and mull over things but I did try writing yesterday so hopefully you might be unfortunate enough to be inflicted with my ideas soon.

I say go for it; there's something about dream images that are evocative to an audience even if they don't share your individual interpretations of the symbols.

And this reminds me that very soon, whenever I have the authority around here to do so, I'm seriously going to declare a week-long ban on self-deprecation among the poets in this area. I'm serious: it serves absolutely NO purpose, and it's a filthy habit, and I'd like to see you all just try giving it up. Just for a week. I personally will not miss it, and i believe the less time we spend talking about how crappy our poems are (especially when they are nothing of the sort) the more time we will have to actually write.

The great irony of behavior like that is that those who most frequently indulge in that sort of nastiness are the ones who really shouldn't and don't need to. So just stop it. All of you. It's more than pointless; it's genuinely destructive.

Write. Do your best.
Work hard to revise and improve.
Learn to accept compliments.
Learn to recognize the worth in your own work.

woof. woof woof.
Think I need me some more coffee, stat.

bijou

 

[wildsweetone]

bloggy...

12/9/01-07

i have sat this morning and read and re-read the 'where were you when...' stories on various websites and tried to remember the sequence of events for me, but instead come up with a pile of miss-matched, cross-hatched images.

waking to the alarm on the radio, the repeated disbelief of the announcer that an attack had taken place; turning on the tv to watch with horror time and time again as a plane flew into a tall building half way around the world; and then those images of falling debris (glass, papers, bodies) and the wince of reporters as landing thuds were louder than their own half hysterical voices; the confirmation that other planes had been hijacked, that many more lives were about to be lost. on and on it went, hour after hour, day after day and now, year after year.

all the time, in the forefront of my mind are the images of the firefighters wading in through the debris, making their way into the buildings and up darkened stairways to help, to save. to die.

the declaration of Patriot Day does not touch my physical life here in NZ, but does touch my mental life. here i live, half a world away and a day ahead, and still i watch and listen to the news and the sky.

i think i wrote, back then, and several times since. but after an hour of looking this morning, i've given up, i can't find what i'd written. i won't forget the images i saw, the sounds i heard, the feelings i had (they are still as strong today). i don't need to see half raised flags, wreaths or crosses. i don't need the reminder that every day we all live with atrocities aimed at one nation. the repercussions affected, and still affect, all. we feel it.

God bless all the families who lost loved ones and may God bless us all and help guide us in our learning of living in a peaceful world with one another.

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

Scotch?

Been meaning to introduce myself. I'm new here.

Are we talking single malt?

well met,
bijou

is there really any other kind?


nice to meet you bijou

 

[unpredictablebijou]

is there really any other kind?


nice to meet you bijou

That's what I was hoping to hear. One tries not to appear snobbish.

...at least until one is among other snobs. Hooray!

b

 

[WickedEve]

I carried a granola bar through the wetlands. I had a small box of raisins, too. We strolled on paths and through mud and part of the trail was a wooden walkway, like the one in the Okefenokee swamp. "Hugo, this is just like the one in the Okefenokee swamp." He unzipped his pants beside a stream. The water was low, even though it rained hard that day. I bit his cock. I was playful, perhaps a little hungry. Five or Six dates and he has yet to feed me.

This morning I went to see the remains of a mailbox. I walked over to my friend's house to look at the broken post and crushed metal. "His dog got tangled up in the steering wheel and the kid plowed right into my mailbox and pretty, metal flowers!" She wanted to know if Hugo had fed me yet. I told her I took granola and raisins on my date, but that he's promised me buttered popcorn at the drive-in this weekend. A cheeseburger, too. My friend rolled her eyes--at either me or the mailbox.

 

[WickedEve]

My friend and I were sitting on the porch when Mr. Marine jogged up. He runs by the house every day, shirtless and sweating. He was actually retired from the marines but now he's going back in. His country needs him. He's upset about Iraq and men in dresses. He doesn't wear women's clothing but if he did he "wouldn't tell anyone about it." He seemed more disturbed about women's clothes than all the insanity elsewhere. "There's something sick about a man in a dress!" I told him that I often wear women's clothing. He said he had two ex-wives and both were good women. He's thinking about looking one of them up. I wonder if she's his size.

 

[ghost_girl]

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[WickedEve]

I woke up with a headache, again. Spoke to hubby last night ( he is in Florida working) and he tells me that we are packing up our junk and putting it in storage before we go the the NC job OCtober1st. goody, I get to work my ass off packing before we go to a job that requires a vacation and PT when it is done. I will be honest, I hate this fucking place, but would kind of like to have a place to call home when the job is done.

THEN, I read EVe's blog about the marine and realize, I am living in the wrong part of town. Nobody jogs around here, nobody gets past a quick walk unless running from the law. Which is often. There are no Marines around here, if there were I would be on my front stoop waiting for them to rescue me.

Here,Over here, Marine-- God Bless America, I am a prisoner of this economy. I support our soldiers, but detest our policymakers. I have a flag inside, would you help me hang it, and would you wear a dress while doing so?

bleh

I have health problems and no health insurance and I have a disabled child. But I also have a front porch and an unlocked door. I have neighbors who wave and the biggest crime around here right now is the guy who ran over my friend's mailbox. I have a police officer living at the end of my block and a marine two blocks away. There's a deacon across the alley and a cousin. And another cousin across the street and another one in the other direction and an aunt on the hill above me. And if you move beyond a one block radius, more family is perched on their front porches.
This is a boring town but it is home. I'm living in the house I grew up in. My dad gave it to me. I'm an only child and his baby and he said I'd never have to worry about having a home. I never take it for granted. Home is precious.

 

[ghost_girl]

...........

 

[WickedEve]

You are fortunate in many ways, Eve. I would appreciate a home had my dad left me one, but we were lucky he had enough insurance to bury him.

My neighbors fight like wild animals, and they wait until around 3 am to get started, you see, they sleep all day and get drunk at night. The walls of this trailer i live in are so thin I can hear a cricket fart outside my window. I used to keep my doors unlocked, until someone stole all the stuff I had thought of as junk, prior to the incident.

But still, when that job is done, I would still want to come here and be able to pet my cats and sleep in my own bed, but if he makes me do this, it will be probably a year before we get another place. that is how my husband is.

I understand about home. It can be in a cricket farting trailer, but it's still home.

I got a divorce and it was totally groovy... just sayin'.

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

That's what I was hoping to hear. One tries not to appear snobbish.

...at least until one is among other snobs. Hooray!

b

It's not snobbish...it's cultured baby.


glenmorangie 18 yr old is my fav but we are purchasing a 30 year old in November

 

[foehn2]

About voting...

I have turned off voting on all of my submissions as of this date, and plan to keep it that way. For those who have thoughtfully voted on my submissions, thank you. My reasons may be found further down in the thread, or elsewhere.

[size=+1]Flouncing my ego...[/size]

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

if it is meaningless why the huge comment? I mean really now, if something meaningless you would not feel the need to flounce your ego in a paragraph of explaination.

I say ego but I don't intend to offend for the record. It just seems silly to me that if you really are taking a stand against something you seem to think is pointless it would not take such examination on your part nor a need to shout it from the roof tops....no?

 

[ghost_girl]

I have turned off voting on all of my submissions, and plan to keep it that way. Comments I will leave on, but those are different. They are contextual. Even those who post anonymous comments reveal something of who they are by their thought processes, what they notice, what they comment on. With such clues, I can decide for myself if I want to make an adjustment, or consider making one. I can judge the depth of a compliment by the way it is expressed. I learn by the comments I receive, and receive positive reinforcement for the practice of my craft. I don’t get many, but I treasure the ones I do get. I have found that those who bother to comment tend to be rather thoughtful.

Voting, I have finally decided, is meaningless for me. It is as meaningless to vote as it is to have submissions voted upon. I would as soon put my hand in a fire as vote a “1” on a story or poem that I simply thought was too juvenile or illiterate for me to handle. Not often, here, I do find such pieces. Generally, I quit reading them before my stomach turns sour. I don’t comment on such stuff, either. I forget it and move on. There is too much else to delight me. If I enjoyed expressing displeasure or contempt, I probably could have found a lucrative career working in some governmental capacity.

Rather than complain that voting at Literotica is unfair, or too easily manipulated, or too political, I will simply say that I do not find it useful to me, and I don’t enjoy the distraction it represents. Although little symbols beside titles seem, at first, to be indicative of something special, I have arrived at a point of skepticism. While it is true that many pieces with decorated titles are superb, I have found in my explorations that not a few are inferior in my view, sporting spelling and grammatical errors and other miscellaneous flaws. A decorated turd is still a turd, and an undecorated diamond still glitters.

I’m not inclined to become vituperative about it, but I thought I should offer up a rationale for those who have thoughtfully voted on my submissions, as to why I am disabling the voting feature now. If one doesn’t enjoy the game, and doesn’t believe there is anything legitimately worthwhile to be gained from playing it, one simply shouldn’t play.

I have submitted a satirical (and hopefully, slightly humorous) piece for the “Stories” section. I look at the voting situation, particularly as it concerns poetry, bemusedly. But if my submission is posted, it will further clarify my thoughts and non-thoughts about the idea of voting and being voted upon. It was meant to be a lighthearted yet penetrating look at the issue from my point of view; but it’s a twisted little essay, and may strike a nerve here and there.

The good stuff is all still here. I’m just setting down a bag I don’t want to carry around any more.

I agree Foehn.

And post on, it feels good to let it out

 

[Angeline]

I am sitting around in a usual weekday funk, wondering whether to take a shower yet. If I don't take one by noon I have to wait until four o'clock because my landlady runs her washing machine every afternoon and it is somehow tied to my water supply. She says "no," but why else would the water pressure all but disappear whenever she uses her washer? And I can't wait till after four o'clock today (even though I took a shower last night: I like showers) because we have an appointment at four-thirty. So I am sitting here at my desk, staring out my window and thinking rather aimlessly, when I notice something odd.

Our bedroom (where my desk is) looks out on our deck, into the backyard and then the woods. On a precise corner of the deck railing is a green tomato. On Sunday I placed about a half dozen of these tomatos on a table on the deck, hoping they'd ripen (they won't but hope springs eternal). I asked eagleyez if he put it there (though I couldn't imagine why he would), and he said "no." Then he said "and there are bites taken out of it." And there are: several small bites.

So here is my question--would a squirrel do this? What manner of creature would take one green tomato, chew several bites from it and leave it precisely on a corner of my deck railing? Would a squirrel do this? Do squirrels eat tomatos? Green ones? Did it take it to the corner of the deck so it could sit there and eat it while watching the yard and the woods? Maybe it was watching my window. Yikes. I am unsettled by this. Wild animals in northern Maine are way too assertive. I need to move back to the city where at least it would be an abandoned french fry.

 

[ghost_girl]

............

 

[Angeline]

hey sis

yup., squirrels eat tomatoes and seem to prefer the green ones. There are also some kind of wing-ed things that eat them and the aftermath looks like small bites, I don't know if a squirrel would have left it there, but the wing-ed things are too small to carry it . Maybe the squirrel had some type of rationale-- or maybe it was a raccoon. They do transport things around.


Before we lost our land, we had apples trees and squirrels would eat the apples still attached, there would be cores hanging there, made me think of some perverted Tim Burton movie,lol.

good to see you , funky or not


j

Thank you. I was hoping you'd answer cause I figured you'd know, being a country girl.

Squirrels in New Jersey eat Burger King. The only animal I ever saw eat green tomatos was my dog, and he didn't really eat them; he just liked to run around with them in his mouth lol. I think he did it to torment me because he wasn't supposed to be in the garden.

I don't think I'm (too) funky. Actually I mainly smell like Vanille Coco, my latest perfume craze. I put it on last night and it really lasts. It smells like Tahitian Vanilla and Heliotrope. But I am going to take a shower. Soon. I've been burned too many times in the afternoon, going in there and getting all soapy and then having to stand there for 15 minutes until the water comes back.

 

[Tathagata]

if it is meaningless why the huge comment? I mean really now, if something meaningless you would not feel the need to flounce your ego in a paragraph of explaination.

I say ego but I don't intend to offend for the record. It just seems silly to me that if you really are taking a stand against something you seem to think is pointless it would not take such examination on your part nor a need to shout it from the roof tops....no?

I love the word " flounce"



and I must say I had similar thoughts.

 

[champagne1982]

I love the word " flounce"



and I must say I had similar thoughts.

Sometimes it is easier to flounce in public than to quietly explain a hundred times in private.

 

[Tathagata]

Sometimes it is easier to flounce in public than to quietly explain a hundred times in private.

Well if he had to send out 100 explanations then I certainly understand

 

[ghost_girl]

Concerning Foehn's personal blog post, which it is a blog post. what is the big deal? I didn't realize there was a word restriction on blog posts. I always was of the opinion that this was a place to relieve stress, to let it all out.

It is just distressing to see someone be given grief over something as simple as a blog post. makes me not even wanna come in here anymore.



maybe if his post had been about single malt scotch....just saying...

live and let live, people

 

[Tathagata]

Concerning Foehn's personal blog post, which it is a blog post. what is the big deal? I didn't realize there was a word restriction on blog posts. I always was of the opinion that this was a place to relieve stress, to let it all out.

It is just distressing to see someone be given grief over something as simple as a blog post. makes me not even wanna come in here anymore.



maybe if his post had been about single malt scotch....just saying...

live and let live, people

I was simply responding to what Sabina said
I didn't realize there was a restriction on agreeing/ disagreeing with someone
I know you agree / disagree with a lot of people in here

If i posted about about the unfairness of blended whiskey as opposed to single malt scotch I would most certainly expect a few comments

I simply thought the post was excessive considering we have had the
" voting/comment" discussion several hundred times in here
just my opinion

There are many distressing things here on a daily basis
all part of the world wide web