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| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Yes I still exist. Not much left of the left hemisphere of my grey cells but I will just double my consumption of chocolate and regrow those. Does anyone else see fall / autumn as a time of alone? I mean in the Spring it's all Maytags and Pollywago Doodle all the day with friends and neighbors; in the Summer there's the packnics, the hikers and even belly flops with friends, but Autumn? I suppose you could jump in a pile of leaves with someone or in reverse glue leaves back on branches and have a regular ole neighborhood block party doing that but in the end, with the light fading at an earlier hour (TEXAS HAS STOOPID DAY LIGHT SAVINGS TIME), and no sign of sunlight until almost noon, doesn't that make you feel rather alone? Aloneness isn't by any means a bad, negative thing but it is as if that favorite toy of summer sands has to be left out on the porch while Aunty Cold-n-Grey comes over to visit. I dunno. Just a thunk. HEY I'm a writer - thunking is what I do when I'm not NaNo-ing. *sigh* Will the November torture ever end? This is a pathetic excuse of a blog entry but I have spent today trying to get ahead in my word count. Sorta like evasive maneuvers to stay away from dusting and ironing. *sigh* Nope - now I gotta go do more laundry. You all take care remember okay? Good. OH...and to all those NaNo-ing peop's - the finish line is looming ahead...over half of November is gone now. MUHahahahahahahahaha... |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** *Anyea the Weary walks into CB and looks around. Seeing dust bunnies, elephant sized even, she grabs her handy Gee-It-Sux Tool and proceeds to clean up a bit There! Much better. Sorry 'bout the mess but I've been rather writing lately. I have been squoosing out words like a Molly Fish givin' birth. Painful it is this writing stuff. So, how you all been? Haven't been reading your lil blogs like I normally do  but December has to come along some year doesn't it? Whew. For those hardy, sane souls not involved in NaNo (and part of me is jealous of you) I'm here to tell you the sordid tales around NaNo land. WAIT, I can't tell you. It's all hush-a-hush over there so my lips are sealed. Or perhaps my fingers are glued? Something like that. I received this awesome Merit Badge, not made out of chocolate - again, from this Blogger here in WdC. Poor guy, I think I scare him some. He is from WA-A-A-Y-Y over where Scarlett lives I think cuz he writes with an accent. Does too. Mmhm..yup he does. My Muse has taken up Power Walking. In the morning. In the early early morning. Like where is the frickin' sun early morning. Close to it's almost still night out fool early morning. It's a royal pain. King sized and have it her way pain. I gotta get up, scurry to the office, open up the latest on the chapter I'm working on and .... WRITE. Damn. I mean, coffee that would be good. She could make me coffee first write? I mean right? GAK...Can't even spell correctly anymore. So I get a wee touch ahead of the game and work on those 1,667 words before my eyes are open. Today I was going for two days jump into the future and then I get to unlax and not stress for a bit, but you all know how that goes right? Yup. Went and bought two new sweaters, stuff to make potato gunk for the Thanksgiving Hoopla at work in a week - but not for them yet. I wanted to try out my new crock pottery and see if it worked properly. I am happy to report it does. By now you are all asking yourself WHAT NEWS ABOUT NANO ANYEA? See this is me ignoring you and your question. Told ya - hushabye hush. Anyea walks over to the huge portrait of Sir Grismore, founder of late night writing, sticks a pin in it and grins hehehe..show him late night...yeah okay I'm being mean. Time for me to go stare meaningfully at my other life - the one in words and more words. *sigh* You guys take care and I will come by soon to chat with you and steal any chocolate you may have and we'll catch up k? Good. For now this is Reporter Anyea signing off. |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** You know I haven't been around in a while. Where have I been you ask? Don't ask. Now I wanted to know about that Cornie Coping Pee and looked around and you know where it came from? YOU ARE GONNA LOVE THIS! Okay Mel won't like it so much but this dude called Zeus yanked off the horn of this goat called A Malting Thea which made the goat pretty m-a-d. Yup it did. Bad Boy Zeus backed down and told that goat he would fill that defunked horn with whatever goatie baby wanted for as long as it wanted. Here's the truly scary part of the story. Did the goat ask for decent stuff to fill that useless horn with? NO! This stoopid idiot dummer than a fuzz bunny in a fire sale asks for FRUIT and VEGGIES. I mean what the...Where is the Godiva? What about Ghirardelli? I mean throw in some HERSEY FOR THE LOVE OF DEAD GOAT HORNS WOULD YA? Anyway that's where that Cornie Coping Pee came from. Ta Da - some story huh? By the way for those who asked, it is Peanut Butter Lovers' Month. In the spirit of that let me tell you how Peanut Butter was invented and who tasted it first. Don't think you'll be so darn anxious to shovel that stuff in after this explanation! HA! There were these writers way down south a long long time ago, like before Gravity was invented, called the Ink A's. They had this party and needed to show everyone a good time cuz they partied hard and did this slice and dice on guests that was totally gross. To ensure no one left the party early, they discovered that if you took a handful of peanuts that had been left laying about in the sun for about a week, crushed them under these elephants butts - they kept elephants around for giggles I guess - they could use the results as an early Super Glue. Then they would coat the chairs with this paste and when the guests sat down - voila` - instant audience that couldn't get away. Think about that next time you spoon up some of that peanutie goodness - HA! Well, as much as I would love to copy all the above, shove it into my NaNo novel, I will restrain myself. *picture of restraints here* By the way I got my sassy Muse and she turned out totally AWESOME! Thanks Auntie you rock! OH and talk about embarrassing moments - I was glancing at my signature on my emails at work and suddenly noticed I spelled "dispatch" incorrectly. I have been sending out email with that word misspelled about a zillion times. I just tell people I was trying to see if they would catch it! HA!Gotta go fall over for a bit then get up and write. Later. YOU ALL STAY SAFE. k? Good. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** You know today I want to talk or write about soul centering. I don't know if you all believe you have a soul, but I know I believe I have one so let's go with Anyea's soul for now. I just finished a book, yes yes I know I am supposed to be writing not reading, and in the beginning of the book I was astonished at how little I cared about the characters. It took me forever to get to the middle of the thing. Then the author seemed to turn her brights on and the characters came alive, became breathing people with wants, needs, hurts and realities. The one piece of the story about how two women who had been "BFF" in high school came back together after a twenty year division touched me especially. There is nothing like a best friend. Someone you can tell anything to, without fear of being condemned or laughed at. Someone to laugh with, cry with and create a unique history with. I am big on the belief that you must be your own best friend before jumping into someone else's life. A true friendship formed is such a shining jewel in your life. Since we cannot possibly be objective about ourselves, a really good friend comes in handy for those times when we sink into the molasses of self-pity. They are there ready to pull you out even if it hurts to do so. A friend to give a hug, a warm word of praise that you know is honest, and criticism which may be painful but can help cast knowledge to lead the way. Inside ourselves, where we hide all our private dreams, desires, needs and insecurities sometimes it is necessary to open the way for a friend to share some of us that the rest of the world is not privy to. I used to have a best friend. It started in high school, went onwards towards our adulthood then was brought to a sudden halt. I never made that special connection again. I miss having it but am thankful that for a few years I had someone who listened to me when I babbled about nothing really, who held me when I cried without feeling uncomfortable, shared laughter and pizza the day after. Nothing like cold pizza and cold soda to make a morning complete unless it is shared with a good friend. I hope you all have a good friend. A BFF friend. Someone to talk to, share with, cry with, laugh with and learn from. It's part of the good stuff of Life. |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** If you wanna be a NaNo just come along with me - by the light, pretty light of the monitor you see! If you wanna throw some words all over sing and be happ-ee...NaNo Rules for us Fools who will write the words to read. NaNo NaNo NaNo...  nano? THAT'S RIGHT YOU FOOL!A Nano-ite is a mighty ite A mighty ite are we We write em up We bring em down For all the world to see! naNO NAno Sing it out with pride and joy now! NANO NANO nano? That's right it's NANO COME ONE JOIN IN.... There once was a NaNo named Teddy Who carried her pencil at ready To write from her heart She first had to fart Now she is Teddy Steady! nano? Two Nano-ites walk into a bar. They see a Priest, a Rabbi and a Minister. Now the fun begins as they whip out there trusty notepads and start a word war right there. Who has the best punch line is that what they wanted? Nahhh. Who could write a joke that was at least 3,000 words long! OH YEAH! That's a Nano's goal! PAD EM PAD EM - STICK EM IN GOOD WORDS GALORE AND WE GOT WOOD! nano? Now if THAT don't get you Nano-ites going good - I have NO idea what will light that fire under your fingertips. Wait...wait...I still have those matches we took camping once...hang on...hehehe... Hey you all. Have fun, stay sane or not as the mood moves you and above all else - remember every family story you ever heard, know when to recite the ingredients to a 1,000 layer salad and laugh! Oh and Tums help that heartburn from wayyyyy too much caffeine ok?...START WRITING! and good luck to us all - or is that Grinch Bless Us each and every one? Something like that. |
| It's coming. It's breathing down your neck. YIKES. Shivers. Goosebuckles all over your body. Tiny hairs standing at attention - what is it? ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Yes, I'm here to encourage total panic attacks in everyone who is joining NaNo this year. Why? Um, cuz I'm me, and I can!  "I can't do it! I can't write that many words a day!" "Sure you can. It'll be easy." "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR TREE? NO it won't be easy. Oh, it may be easy the first week, but then I just know I'm gonna run out of words!" "Nah, you won't run out of words. Just remember those endless lectures your Aunt Agnes gave you as a kid." "What the hey does that have to do with NaNo?" "Just use one of those lectures silly. That'll cover another whole week!" "Oh - ya - NO! I'm writing a REAL book!" "Mm hm. Yup sure you are. Just remember Aunt Agnes." Nano-ers use all sorts of tricks to fill up that 1,667 word count a day. Last year I would read some of them and laugh. I almost used the one where you had to use the word cereal in every sentence. Something like that. Reading what I wrote, I should have. Probably made more sense. I had this blog entry all thought out [this is an aside if you're wondering] and I had such babbling in it all ready to daze and confusicate you, but I have completely forgotten what it was. It was good though. Some of you would have laughed. So, in two more days and such and such hours, and blah blah seconds, NaNo begins. So many words will be written that Webster should lay down and die. Oh. He's there already. Hm. Okay nevermind him. Here's the good news - NaNo only lasts THIRTY DAYS! MUHahahahahahahaha... Now, just thinking about that makes me tired. I'm going to bed.  Night! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** October has thirty-one days in it. November First is almost upon us and then it's NaNo time. The image  is the one I'm using for my picture this year. Actually I have put very little work into the storyline, history, character building, etc. compared to last year but I feel better about writing this time around. First, I have a title for the story and it fits perfectly. Perhaps many of you write with no title then throw one on at the end. I have one novel that has no title at all and as hard as I try no ideas for it come to mind. This time around, I have an idea, a title and the characters sit quietly in my mind waiting for me to tell their story. NaNo sent the "winners" from last year kind of a neat thing. If we choose we can use this on-line company to get one copy of our work from last year printed in paperback form. I know, I know, it's a marketing scam as well, but it's kinda neat don't you think? Maybe the winners from this year will get a life time supply of choc...nevermind...*sigh* I do tend to fixate on that. When folks set up for NaNo, they use all sorts of tricks, methods and really strange good luck things to assist them while they create. I mean, there are pictures of the desks of some that look like a Dollar Store exploded all over the place. Some have special concoctions they drink, usually caffinated . If you set your Area you can get e-mails about get-togethers where you meet others attempting NaNo and even write in that atmosphere. I don't have a notebook (don't like them actually) so I am hesitant to go with paper and pen and sit there while keys click away. Looking around WdC I don't notice many in Blogsville who will admit to joining NaNo. I know last year there were so many who posted their handles along with NaNo so everyone could see, point and laugh - or sigh in envy. HA! I am 'ANYEA' there if anyone is looking for me and wants to add me to their buddy list. I have updated my list already and do hope most of the people on my Buddy List will be back. I heard from Sweets - she is going to be there! WHOO HOO...now I just have to wait and see. It's a long list so I hope most come back to NaNo Nuttiness and heave forth with the attempt at those 1,667 words a day. FIVE more days - yikes! Here we go folks - off into a world of immersed writing. Good luck to each of you who will tread the path with me. Aunty - I'll be cheering you on and picking on you. Bugzy? Get that cheering icon out - we will be needing it! Maybe I'll come up with a new one. |
It Is NATIONAL MAKE A DIFFERENCE DAY ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Yes today is your day. Actually it is everyone's day but you especially. I'm talking to YOU, and YOU, and YOU. What exactly, in today's society, makes a difference? Small acts of kindness? Large donations to major political parties? Passing gas in a crowded bus? What does make a difference anyway? I believe that everyone needs to appreciate the value of chocolate. This is my personal philosophy and my goal is to educate everyone I meet of my choice. The end purpose is to have them keep me in chocolate but I'm not looking for millions of peop's to do this, just 20 or so. There are so many "causes" out there in the wide world of wacky humans today that just to list them would get me barred forever from Blogsville. They go WA-Y-Y over a list of five. Way way way over. Lots over. Many of these are worthy causes to be involved in. Many will make a difference to our planet, our way of life, our societies and to the Universe. My goal, to teach the ultimate values of chocolate, will also impact everyone. Chocolate is good for you. It has nutritional values, intrinsic values and over all is just fun. Watersheds, forests, recycling, air quality, eliminating disease, all these are truly important. Everyone can do something to change or impact these but if everyone ate chocolate, they would be happy getting involved and stay happy working out solutions. Everything negative can be turned around and it will get done faster if we all eat chocolate while doing this. Trust me - you CAN make a difference! Eat chocolate and see. |
Day of National Concern About Young People and Gun Violence ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** In a single year, 3,012 children and teens were killed by gunfire in the United States, according to the latest national data released in 2002. That is one child every three hours; eight children every day; and more than 50 children every week. And every year, at least 4 to 5 times as many kids and teens suffer from non-fatal firearm injuries. (Children's Defense Fund and National Center for Health Statistics) · Between 1994 and 1999, there were 220 school associated violent events resulting in 253 deaths - - 74.5% of these involved firearms. Handguns caused almost 60% of these deaths. (Journal of American Medical Association, December 2001) · In 1998-99 academic year, 3,523 students were expelled for bringing a firearm to school. This is a decrease from the 5,724 students expelled in 1996-97 for bringing a firearm to school. (U.S. Department of Education, October 2000) · Nearly 8% of adolescents in urban junior and senior high schools miss at least one day of school each month because they are afraid to attend. (National Mental Health & Education Center for Children & Families, National Association of School Psychologists 1998) · The National School Boards Association estimates that more than 135,000 guns are brought into U.S. schools each day. (NSBA, 1993) The above stats are from years ago, if you notice. I don't have time to gather data for a more up-to-date picture, but I'm quite sure it is even uglier now. I do not want anyone opening their mouths to tell me about "Americans right to bear arms" today. I do not want to hear the macho attitude of how many guns are personally owned and how the bullets are made to blow really large holes in whatever the weapon is aimed at and fired. I want to hear Americans speak out AGAINST hand guns, the stoopid attitudes that kids learn from adults about how easy it is to kill another. Kids do not understand yet that death is final. You don't get to come back, there is no added Life Bonus, there is not a second round to play. One bullet can end a life, destroy a family, and add to the sick statistics you see above. Perhaps the United States has much to be proud of, but this issue is one that should put us to shame. Tell everyone today that it is Day of National Concern About Young People and Gun Violence. Talk about the issue, figure out solutions, share your concerns and above all - let's get guns out of the hands of children. Thank you. |
      AUTUMN has ARRIVED! So everyone has waited with held breathings for this time of year. Ya got the falling leaves, nekkid tree branches; ya got your nippy air gusting up to 100 MPH; there's the all time favorite darkness that reaches into noon and begins again about 3:00 PM - what's not to about Autumn right?   Whoa - what is that I see in the forecast for many of you? S*N*O*W? ohoh...C*O*L*D? Ew ew ew.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0ulo09VdoU Tchaikovsky - 'Autumn Song' from "The Seasons" Op.37 just for you to listen to, enjoy and shiver to okay? IT IS National Kick Butt Day How cool is that? It landed on a MONDAY even. Monday's usually suck but since I know I can celebrate by KICKING BUTT - well - I'm happy  ! Enjoy your day, go KICK SOME BUTT, and celebrate today. Celebrate every day butt today is special - hehehe. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I just want someone to explain, if they can, what Fate is. Is it fattening? Is it a portion of Nature that hides deep in the woods of Nuchachuckabark? Perhaps Fate is that Sitting Duck swimming on the Pond Of Slurppies. Is Fate sweet? Does Fate have a last name? I've heard it's name used in interesting ways. "It was Fated to be I guess." "Meeting you was Fate." "Whatever limits us, we call Fate." "Fate keeps on happening." "There is no armor against fate." So then what exactly is Fate? It seems to be some ooglie booglie critter that is either on our side or totally against us. How it be both though? Fate must have some sort of ability to metamorph and turn from the beautiful Swan to the raging PMS Saber Toothed Tigger. How can that be? Go ahead and explain Fate to me if you would, because I don't get it. Thanks guys! |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I do not understand why males cannot seem to understand women's logic. I mean to a male, A+B=C right? Now, if a male were to tell a woman something like, oh... "Look if you make X amount per hour, and Y amount per week you simply cannot spend Z amount every day!" P-F-F-T! I mean when we explain the way we think the males get all confused, frustrated and blow up. "Dirk, if Sue and Joan are best friends, Sue loves to buy shoes, Joan adores buying lingere this doesn't mean if they go out shopping that Sue, who loves shoes isn't going to buy a new purse - if it's on sale - anymore than Joan isn't going to finally order something other than a Cobb salad for lunch!" How difficult is it to follow the logic there? There isn't a whole lot of difference between that kind of logic and say a conversation between two males I listened in on yesterday. "Dude, all I'm saying is that Larry has the car!" "Yeah man but he already has 2 DWI's and I ain't going to jail for him!" WHAT? Males say they are logical? Okay well explain this to me then. Married couple, nice house, huge flat screen television in the living room with beautiful surround sound and comfortable loungers, close to both a bathroom and the refrigerator - stay with me now. Wife understanding sort who will provide sandwiches and beverages for husband and friends. I dunno that part throws me too but anyway, the weekend comes, football/races/baseball/pick a sport is going to be broadcast. Husband waves to wife on his way to a frickin bar where he is meeting up with his friends! That makes as much sense as calling up a radio station and telling the world of listeners you are a moron and please clean your gene pool for you. I cannot stand "Talk Radio" I maintain that both males and females use a convoluted circular logic and the only problem is figuring out when to jump in and clip that circle to break it up. What say you? |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Today, oh you little greyness of a day, is actually a pretty cool one in the terms of "Let's have a party with a Theme!". It is * drum roll * DICTIONARY DAY. In honor of this grand day I went out and found, just for you, a site carrying Brand New Words!    brickor mortis n. A real estate market in which very few houses are being sold transliteracy n. The ability to read and write using multiple media, including traditional print media, electronic devices, and online tools. Fogust n. The month of August, particularly in an area that gets lots of fog at that time of year. megashed n. A massive store or distribution warehouse, particularly one with a plain or unattractive exterior. murketing n. A form or marketing where the product or service is not mentioned or shown. e-fence v. To sell stolen goods on the Internet, particularly using an online auction site such as eBay. scuppie n. An urban professional who is socially conscious. Now go forth my brave writers. Seek out new words, go where everyone wants to go and be fruitie. Above all this be true to the standards that we may yet set in the World of Words on this the Day of Dic. The site that has a tonnage of newness is http://www.wordspy.com/words/ |
| http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8IHMctrKCg Sing out loud and clear. Oscar is just waiting for you to join in his song! It is National GROUCH Day so frown, scowl and G-R-R as much as you want today. Five Grumps you all know - 1. The Incredible Hulk 2. Shrek 3. Winston Churchhill 4. Warf of Enterprise fame 5. of course the famous Grumpy of 7D Notice the greeness of the list? Grouches are GREEN. So when you are out being grouches today look for others to share your grumpiness with. Grouches of the world unite! Stand up for your grouchly rights! Don't let the sunshine spoil the rain Just stand up and complain (hehehe) Let this be the grouches' cause: Point out everybody's flaws! Something is wrong with everything Except the way I sing! (Cue Grouch Choir ooing in the background) Spoken: You know what's right with this world? Nuttin! You know what gets me hot under the collar? You name it! And the next time some goody-two-shoes smiles and tells you to have a nice day, just remember: Sung: Don't let the sunshine spoil the rain, Just stand up and complain! Just stand up and complain! |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** WHOO HOOO...you cannot guess what day this is can you? Bet you can't! Nope - it's not that day. IT IS: Be Bald and Be Free Day In horror of this day, I am shaving my HEAD! WHOO HOOO..wait...no I am not doing that. Okay well I will tell every bald guy today HOPPY BALDNESS DAY! I don't know anyone accidentally bald do you? I just know on-purpose bald types of people. "ANYEA STOP! Why are you bringing this up at all?" I can hear you asking me that. Yup I can! I have exquisite hearing. Sorta. I bring it up TODAY cuz TOMORROW IS EVEN BETTER!!!!!! WHOOO HOOOOO....Tomorrow is National Grouch Day We are talking a whole day of GROUCHES! Wait...I already got that every day at work don't I? Hm. BUT WAIT! I can LEGALLY BE GROUCHIE RIGHT BACK AT EM! Yes I can. After all it is a National Holiday right? I don't get paid to take the day off so they must WANT me to be Grouchie at all the customers. Don't you think? But for today it is Baldness Day. Kiss an Eagle. Rub a bald head for good luck and whatever you do - DO NOT GET TOO CLOSE TO THE ELECTRIC SHAVER!!! |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** TO PICK WITH THESE PEOPLE! I came from an area in a state that is desert. I come to an area in another state that should be. No one around here seems to know about Xeriscaping! It is not some Yuppie drink. This is not a fad. Xeriscaping means keeping within what Nature intended. The water here in this part of Texas is at a premium. Oh I know I get told that Texas is the BEST state. Everything here is BIGGER. So is the BS I noticed. Since I've been here, it has rained 3 days in over 3 months. Starting to get a picture? Now, the homes have "lawns". Water intensive yards and shrubs and decorative growths - no one seems to mind watering these monstrosities EVERY FRICKIN DAY, sometimes twice a day. Crap, they are probably buying water from Arizona - California buys the excess energy from that state, why not Texas buying water? I had to go out, as sick as I am, and do minimal yard work. I have not watered this front yard as it is ALL weeds. What's the point? They don't mind growing with no water let me tell ya. So today I am out there feeling less than friendly with the outdoors and I'm thinking over and over... HE NEEDS TO PLANT ROCKS! I am going to recommend this when he comes home. Plant rocks. Be the envy of your neighborhood. Start a new fad. SAVE WATER! *sigh* Have a good Xeriscaped Day ya all. |
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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** "A" is for Art and "F" is for the Future. Each piece of art I create for my blog is almost always something I'm extremely proud of. I don't use many photos or graphics from others as much anymore. Today's graphic is one that took many hours to create. I used a tutorial for the basis of it. The first one I created was following the tutorial exactly. Then I branched out on my own and began creating my own designs. It was late, I wasn't paying attention to my keystrokes and suddenly I lost an hour's worth of work. Just start over! I did. It meant staying up late, but I meant to finish the design again. The second time, well really the third time, things changed. The colors changed, the pattern I had to create for the graphic changed even the "feel" of it changed. Life is like working on art though. We learn through careful imitation; walking, talking, reading and writing. Then we branch out to see what we can achieve on our own. Some end up copying others the rest of their lives. They copy a walk, they buy the same designs in clothes, the toys they get are the same, and even the food they choose is what is the "hot" food that everyone is getting. Here's the strange thing. Artists, in whichever medium, walk their own path. Oh I hear the outcries on that statement! "What about hotel art?", "What about all those romance garbage books that are the same?", "What about..." It doesn't matter. Even if in the end all those mimics of originals sell more than a slaved over absolutely original, it doesn't matter. Art is art. The creator of whatever it may be, is an artist. No matter if others consider them a "sell out" that person remains an artist. Who knows what form of Art will be popular in the Future. I sure don't. I hope that books are still written, read, and enjoyed. I hope television doesn't become the only happy medium that peop's lose themselves in. I hope Libraries thrive, Art Museums keep their doors open, and Coffee Shops have open mike night for budding writers. "A" is for Art and "F" is for Future - let's not forget that all important "I" for Imagination and together, a beautiful time will be had for all. |
| I cannot tolerate it when peop's tell me to "be nice now!" Can you? Drives me NUTSO ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** So at work on Monday - YUK - but there I was. Sitting there like the provincial flying duck. Customers come in by the ton, whining about long hold times, snide remarks about my ability to speak "English" and my face keeps getting more and more tense. Team Lead come by and tells me to "be nice now" and I just want to scream. Hate Mondays. Should be illegal. Each Monday lasts, while at work, twenty-six hours long. Does too! Awful stuff, twenty-six hours of that. Today won't be as bad. The rest of the week won't be as difficult. Just Mondays. Cursed Mondays. Stoopid Mondays. Wore my sweat shirt with Grumpy Bear on it just to tell everyone how I really was so don't ask me. They asked anyway. "How are ya?" "Short clueless and grumpy thank you." We actually got two days of rain here and our power went off last night. No problem, I woke up at 5:30 AM to run around re-setting clocks and turning the 'puter back on. It poured down on us which is good but I was hoping the rose bushes would get washed away. Nope, checked - they are still out there. My bud is going to come over with a shovel to dig some of them up. She said they are dead. HA! Oh, right do not take joy in the dying of a plant that attacks. Got it. "Now Anyea - be N..." SHUDDUP. Okay let's move past this. Trauma, drama, blah! I'm officially letting Auntynae  off the hook. Here and now let me proclaim to one and all -YO Auntynae you don't have to really make me a Muse-able creation! I was just having fun with you. It was fun to watch her maybe squirm and think I was going to come up with something, oh like the following: My Muse's Outfit My Muse is a tall, long legged woman with long black hair. Her outfits consist of the most outrageous of ragings. She can never just pick from one color for an outfit, oh no. She loves the spectrum as full as it can be. HOWEVER, her most favorite outfit is this mid-calf outfit which is two pieces. The top is a black band held up only by her assets. (hehehe) The lower skirt, which is split up one side to her shapely hip, is a network of different colors, different yarns. The bottom is fringed with silver threads and beaded as well. She always wears her big floppy hat and a choke collar type necklace with a silver M dangley down thingie. Her feet are shod in the classiest of thongs also in silver and she has bracelets on both wrists - one in black, one in silver. The End But I'm BEING NICE so you don't have to do anything to make me a Muse-ation. Thank you though. I was probably going to do NaNo anyway so you didn't have to bribe me. I'll cheer for each and every person who does join and whether they write 10 words or the 50,000 or even more (YIKES) I'll be in there cheering for you. For now though, I have to pretend like I want to go to work and get ready for that to happen. YOU ALL BE NICE TODAY HEAR? hehehe.... |
| You know today, being my only full day off, I should be doing housework, laundry and getting ready for the next working week. I am so not in that space. I got "pensive". Yup. When I was young, my family did it's utmost to protect us from those D*** Hippies! Yes they did try. We couldn't listen to anything they had to say on television, radio and certainly not in any sicko rally they had. Nope, we were cotton-wooled protected. Of course, me, being who I am, found flaws in the adult logic of all this protection. Take for instance a song that my family loved to play or listen to that originated from one of those D*** Hippies. The song is This Land Is Your Land, and the author, a certifiable Hippie or at least falling under that category because he was a *GASP* FOLKSINGER, Woody Guthrie wrote and played that song from coast to coast. His music, his message was mostly forbidden in our home. But this one song - the lyrics and the meaning behind it - were loved by the same people condemning him and his life style. Woodie had a son, maybe some of you have heard of, Arlo Guthrie, who was no slouch either in carrying the torch his father ignited. So, in my pensive mood today, I cruised around the Web looking for songs that I had never heard, with messages that should be listened to and maybe heard with a new ear. The song I found, and the lyrics will be re-printed as well (something I'm loathe to do because it is just a space filling device), is about our soldiers. It was written for another war and other soldiers but it translates over to today. If you desire to hear the man who wrote it, sing it, I'm also including the link. (another no no right? HA!) When I see everyone in America up on that bandstand proclaiming their party affiliations to one and all, I remember who actually is keeping this country free for us and the rights we all have. Take a moment and tune in to a Damn Hippy who has a message for everyone - everywhere. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDAl7lGGtSo&feature=related WHEN A SOLDIER MAKES IT HOME words and music by Arlo Guthrie Halfway around the world tonight In a strange and foreign land A soldier packs his memories As he leaves Afghanistan And back home they don't know too much There's just no way to tell I guess you had to be there For to know that war was hell Chorus: And there won't be any victory parades For those that's coming back They'll fly them in at midnight And unload the body sacks And the living will be walking down A long and lonely road Because nobody seems to care these days When a soldier makes it home They'll say it wasn't easy Just another job well done As the government in Kabul falls To the sounds of rebel guns And the faces of the comrades Being blown out of the sky Leaves you bitter with the feeling That they didn't have to die Chorus Halfway around the world tonight In a strange and foreign land A soldier unpacks memories That he saved from Vietnam Back home they didn't know too much There was just no way to tell I guess you had to be there For to know that war was hell And there wasn't any big parades For those that made it back They flew them in at midnight And unloaded all the sacks And the living were left walking down A long and lonely road Because nobody seemed to care back then When a soldier made it home The night is coming quickly And the stars are on their way As I stare into the evening Looking for the words to say That I saw the lonely soldier Just a boy that's far from home And I saw that I was just like him While upon this earth I roam And there may not be any big parades If I ever make it back As I come home under cover Through a world that can't keep track Of the heroes who have fallen Let alone the ones who won't Which is why nobody seems to care When a soldier makes it home Thank you. |
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When we were first married we had an inner city apartment. It didn't matter how much you cleaned and tried to run them off. They just visited next door and came back when the fumes wore off. After nine months of doing battle with earth's oldest creatures we moved. Now that you've mentioned their love for warm and dark computer cases I have a whole new source for nightmares. 
