I'm going back to my paper as it must be finished by Monday or else! (It was originally due on Oct. 21) And yes, when I'm stalled, bored, etc. and you know how "hyper" I am (your word description of me) and you know what a bitch I am and can be (my own description/acknowledment of myself, esp. when I'm angry) I just look for anything to do. That said: I find your "friends list" as interesting and, with the EXCEPTION OF Stickcow (and previously Faustin Wish, but for some reason I really do care about her [as in her education, her wellbeing, her self-esteem, her writing ability, etc. Faustian Wish has got some talent as some of her writing moves me and that's not an easy feat. . .] as recently I saw something in her that reminded me too much of myself and that's why i felt compelled to offer that "confidence boost" --- I was shocked that I did care. And thus, Litch, YOU KNOW I DO care and care very passionately and deeply about 99.8 percent of the people I interact with. . .) , I have enjoyed getting to chat with some of your friends and even their friends via their friends list. I thought, therefore, perhaps that was how folks got to know each other via this blogosphere. Indeed: I was happy and delighted & even surprised this morning to be greeted by emails from two dudes came to know via such friends' wandering. A friend of Molasses who wrote one of the most beautiful posts I've ever read. He even commented that he was happy I had "made it" to his blog. I am happy 2. His post really was so beautiful I had to print it out and the poem that ran along side of it, too. And then there was the reply from that awfully fine and terribly sexy dude who makes my heart beat fast from just looking at him, Dirtstar (YEOW!!!! Pant! Pant!). And never mind the really nice post and larger picture I got from Dave of the seagulls on the beach. I was so happy he sent me a big pic to print out. . . Gee: I just noticed that, with the exception of Molasses [she is one of the view nonwriters I know who has exquisite enough taste to be aware of Jhumpa Lahiri and I was telling her about my meeting with her] I guess it's primarily the MEN that I haven't had problems with on your friends list. Now I can't possibly explain the how and why of that particular dynamic, OK? But I just throw these examples out here so you can rest assured that I don't go to your blog looking to fight with anyone. But I'm still shocked and amazed that I can ask a chick in the UH IT dept about "speakers" or that I can't share an idea about the possible sociological dynamics/choices of the Target pharmary without Stickcow thinking I have opened up the door to HER ATTACK OF ME! But I guess you don't have a problem with others attacking me and just only my defending myself against such an attack? Interesting. I will assume that maybe it's because you hate to see me show my ass in a fit of anger and that you know that I should know better than to rip folks to shreds just because they pissed me off. I hope that's what your motive is. Nonetheless, I know when you are, essentially, looking at me and pointing and shouting as a demand: "CRATE!" I'll try my very, very best NOT to growl, seethe and narrow my eyes in anger as you also tighten up the collar and shorten the leash on the BITCH in need of discipline. And, agin: IF ONLY because it's YOUR HANDS, I won't bite. c
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And if this was a "test" 2 prove 2 others that u CAN "make me" obey u: U win!
Date: 2005-10-29 03:08 pm (UTC)That said: I find your "friends list" as interesting and, with the EXCEPTION OF Stickcow (and previously Faustin Wish, but for some reason I really do care about her [as in her education, her wellbeing, her self-esteem, her writing ability, etc. Faustian Wish has got some talent as some of her writing moves me and that's not an easy feat. . .] as recently I saw something in her that reminded me too much of myself and that's why i felt compelled to offer that "confidence boost" --- I was shocked that I did care. And thus, Litch, YOU KNOW I DO care and care very passionately and deeply about 99.8 percent of the people I interact with. . .) , I have enjoyed getting to chat with some of your friends and even their friends via their friends list. I thought, therefore, perhaps that was how folks got to know each other via this blogosphere.
Indeed: I was happy and delighted & even surprised this morning to be greeted by emails from two dudes came to know via such friends' wandering. A friend of Molasses who wrote one of the most beautiful posts I've ever read. He even commented that he was happy I had "made it" to his blog. I am happy 2. His post really was so beautiful I had to print it out and the poem that ran along side of it, too. And then there was the reply from that awfully fine and terribly sexy dude who makes my heart beat fast from just looking at him, Dirtstar (YEOW!!!! Pant! Pant!). And never mind the really nice post and larger picture I got from Dave of the seagulls on the beach. I was so happy he sent me a big pic to print out. . .
Gee: I just noticed that, with the exception of Molasses [she is one of the view nonwriters I know who has exquisite enough taste to be aware of Jhumpa Lahiri and I was telling her about my meeting with her] I guess it's primarily the MEN that I haven't had problems with on your friends list. Now I can't possibly explain the how and why of that particular dynamic, OK? But I just throw these examples out here so you can rest assured that I don't go to your blog looking to fight with anyone.
But I'm still shocked and amazed that I can ask a chick in the UH IT dept about "speakers" or that I can't share an idea about the possible sociological dynamics/choices of the Target pharmary without Stickcow thinking I have opened up the door to HER ATTACK OF ME!
But I guess you don't have a problem with others attacking me and just only my defending myself against such an attack? Interesting. I will assume that maybe it's because you hate to see me show my ass in a fit of anger and that you know that I should know better than to rip folks to shreds just because they pissed me off.
I hope that's what your motive is.
Nonetheless, I know when you are, essentially, looking at me and pointing and shouting as a demand: "CRATE!"
I'll try my very, very best NOT to growl, seethe and narrow my eyes in anger as you also tighten up the collar and shorten the leash on the BITCH in need of discipline.
And, agin: IF ONLY because it's YOUR HANDS, I won't bite.
c