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Hello!? Is anyone there?? Knock if you want in!   ** Image ID #1975123 Unavailable ** ~~Image #1500358 Sharing Restricted~~ ** Image ID #1646857 Unavailable **  This blog contains only items derived from specific prompts. I'm too stubborn to take the time to post the prompt that the entry is based on. So if you don't understand whats going on - well, I dunno - I guess that just means you don't understand. I would also like to invite you to take a look at my other blog:
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| BCOF: Your smile lights up somebody else's day. Did you know that? I'm looking at you. Maybe I'm stalking you, in a good way. I'm smiling back at you. I wonder if you're really as happy as you look. I wonder if you know how happy you make people. I know how happy you make me. The smile in your eyes is like the stars in the refracting curve of heaven. I'm grinning. Blog City: Speculation is a fascinating past time - Sometimes Enjoyable, Sometimes Dreary, Sometimes Horrifying. What are the causes of terror? What are the causes of terrorism? Everything in reality is interrelated. I bet my bottom dollar, or your basic bomb, or your first born bambino, or the blue in the eyes of a martyred child, that everything you come up with will be part of the puzzle. Human nature is infinitely complex. Solutions are an individual decision. |
| Today I'm meditating on futility. I get in strange moods sometimes. Sometimes I look for a way out, like today, futility isn't an enjoyable emotion - especially when I know that there is nothing to be futile about. I know that I have to accept everything the way it is - I can't really do anything about anything - so futility is the normal state of being. Maybe that's why I have to meditate on it now and then. Realize that the word 'futile' doesn't really have any meaning. Things are as they are. That's the only way they can be. How can something be different from what it really is? I think I'll just call that perfection. |
| BCOF: What tips do I have for bloggers? Well I guess just a tip of the hat. Oh, and, a felt tip pen with a bow around it! Blog City: I never did know why Kryptonite had such a profound effect on me until about 60 years ago when I started reading Superman Comic Books. The Comics themselves had a profound effect on my affect, and then when I got in that mood I realized it was some kind of existential problem with interdimensionaly exploding planets, or something else. That's as far as I've gotten so far. |
| Blog City: I've had a Native American Made Soul Catcher hanging over my bed ever since I can remember. When I lie there on my back and meditate on it, it seems very joyful to me, but I guess I'm not much of a fisherman because I've never found anything in the net. I don't think I been using the right bait. If any of you souls happen to be drifting over my bed this week please come and sniff and let me know if you think my bait is any good. I promise I will try to fill you with joy. BCOF: Hmmmm. Do I need to know sadness in order to appreciate happiness? I don't really know for sure, or at least I don't remember knowing. I know I remember being sad a lot - and happy a lot. I can't say I remember the interrelationship. I know I've been sad that I haven't caught any souls in my Soul Catcher, (as mentioned above), so we an try an experiment. When you drift by, and I catch you, we can see if it makes me happy!  . I think it's gonna work; I'm giggling already! |
| Today's BCOF and Blog City prompts will be answered with one statement or essay or vignette or whatever you want to call it. Since I don't believe in time, memories are very important to me. I can look at memories as events which I can look forward to doing over and over again or just waiting around and savoring them as I watch them unfolding in my distant future. My past Decembers have nothing more memorable than my past Mays, I'm sorry to say. My mother destroyed Christmas for me at an early age. I have fond memories of my favorite book and movie when I was 10. Book: Swiss Family Robinson. Movie: The Wizard Of Oz. The first movie I have memories of though, is the movie I took my first girlfriend to on our first date, when I was 9. Kathy Delgado. We walked downtown hand in hand. Back then 9 year olds could walk downtown hand in hand, without worrying about being murdered. The movie we saw was The Green Eyed Blond. The only thing I remember about it is the title. Now I'm off to make some new memories of December, and reenact some older ones of here and there. |
| BCOF: One category all Beauty Pageants should have is a description by the contestant of what they think the purpose of Beauty Pageants actually is. They should receive points for describing the evils that can befall them if they take Beauty Pageants too seriously, and additional points if they can give a good reason why they do not find Beauty Pageants demeaning to women, themselves in particular. However, I don't think this will ever become a category in Beauty Pageants. If it were to become a category, I don't think anyone would ever enter another Beauty Pageant, except maybe some ignorant men. Blog City: This prompt is the first I have ever heard of ghosting. It's an interesting concept and deserves some thought. I will think about it. I realize that I am quite often a ghoster. I'm not sure how often I have been the ghostee, guess I just don't care that much. I know, I'm a terrible person. Or maybe I'm just so great that no one would ever think of ghosting me. Or maybe I'm just so conceited that I can't conceive of anyone not wanting to be my best friend, and if they run out on me it just means they had a tragic accident and are now dead.  I dunno.   |
| Blog City: Three things that make my day perfect: 1 - Waking up in the morning. 2 - Finding something interesting to do. The problem is then deciding, which of the myriad of interesting things that I have found to do, that I would most enjoy doing on that particular day. 3 - Sleeping well that night. And by the way - if you think something is perfect, then it isn't. BCOF: Where do I stand on gun control? I'm for it. (If I said everything I thought about it I would make a lot of conservatives very angry, and I'm a lover not a fighter). |
| BCOF: It makes me happy when I make other people happy. I find that it makes me sad to make other people unhappy. Isn't that the way it's supposed to be? Sometimes . Blog City: I find it's always best to mind my own business. And I have to remember that what I think is my business Isn't always what other people think is my business, especially when it comes to my children. I don't give advice unless it's asked for. |
| I feel argumentative today. Blog City: Cognitive Scientist Trouche is being philosophical rather that scientific when he makes his statement. An experiment cannot be devised to prove his statement correct. Of course nothing can ever be proven false, and philosophically speaking, I believe everything is correct. If I could hear my own thoughts coming from someone else, I would rightly assume they were the other person's thoughts. If I listened to the thoughts of another person, even if I mistakenly believed they were my own thoughts, I could then blame my actions on them rather than being responsible for myself. I think I'll equate this with the people who claim to be doing the right thing because they are capable of hearing the Word of God. You know how much trouble that can get you into. BCOF: This year I'm thankful that, deep down in the bowels of reality, if you can ignore the stomach rumbles and smelly farts, things are moving along just as they always have. |
| BCOF: Thinking about my Golden Years? (That's a sarcastic upspeak statement, not a question). Money is never an object to those who know the true value of money. I have already retired in many places, some of which are better than others, but all are places I decided I wanted to retire. Blog City: Quote, by me: "I would sob to think that I had already written all the good, or read it for that matter. The beauty of my reality is that it doesn't exist until I've lived it, or read it, or written it. The best has yet to be lived, so it can't be transcribed." |
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