tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15901777.post115507261634782930..comments2023-11-02T10:13:59.621-03:00Comments on Life on earth and other accidents: Blogging past the dumpsterLJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03238060965921536507noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15901777.post-1157283378122300792006-09-03T08:36:00.000-03:002006-09-03T08:36:00.000-03:00*L* something slightly ponderous and definitely si...*L* something slightly ponderous and definitely silly, would be the Texas bird accent. Maybe a Pelican? <BR/><BR/>Sorry I've not been around in recent weeks - my new mac (which was a restored Mac) turned out to have problems of its own, and it takes forever for pages to load. However, that's a vast improvement over the last computer which simply locked up and wagged it's finger at me, admonishing me to stuff it. I've changed your site address on me blog link, hon. I'll try to be a better blog friend in future!phlegmfatalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15901777.post-1155843221177474582006-08-17T16:33:00.000-03:002006-08-17T16:33:00.000-03:00Jamie - I think you already notice an awful lot. B...Jamie - I think you already notice an awful lot. But thank you.<BR/>and<BR/>Phlegmy..Tah! I liked the chickadees sentence too. If a Texas accent was a bird - what kind of bird would it be??LJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03238060965921536507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15901777.post-1155682510901454382006-08-15T19:55:00.000-03:002006-08-15T19:55:00.000-03:00Oh, and me too, about the finding of humor in what...Oh, and me too, about the finding of humor in what would otherwise be disappointing days or situations. The community aspect is so helpful, so heartening. Thanks to you, too, neighbor.phlegmfatalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15901777.post-1155682442973456552006-08-15T19:54:00.000-03:002006-08-15T19:54:00.000-03:00My absolute favorite sentence in the past week was...My absolute favorite sentence in the past week was the one about Chickadees taking flight. Hilarious, adorable and spot-on, my dear!phlegmfatalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15901777.post-1155292755093465102006-08-11T07:39:00.000-03:002006-08-11T07:39:00.000-03:00Oh very funny, KD. A horse. But I suppose you have...Oh very funny, KD. A horse. But I suppose you have a point. And I'll admit it made me laugh.<BR/><BR/>Marko. You always make me laugh. And your pathetic journal notes are funnier than mine. But then you know what I think about your writing compared to mine, toots. Maybe, like our good friend Kurt V., you need a large family to support so that you can become a "hack."<BR/><BR/>Zhoen, that was my reason too. At first I wrote carefully. I edited more. I held my breath and got woozey when I hit "publish." And then, I realized that I was talking to no one and blogged about that - and Lucas commented. My very first comment! I find I still try to stay a little in check when I blog...but I've eased up. <BR/>Now, I feel like I'm talking to people I know a little - and it's loosened me up. I swear by a blog for writing practice...and it's taught me to write whether I'm in the mood or not. To dig around until I find some little topic or other and not let perfectionism hobble me. And of course, there's cake and chocolate biscuits.LJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03238060965921536507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15901777.post-1155259076316609372006-08-10T22:17:00.000-03:002006-08-10T22:17:00.000-03:00"Actually, I tend to spin straw into manure." Umm..."Actually, I tend to spin straw into manure." <BR/><BR/>Ummm, I think the universe beat you to that one... it is called a horse. <BR/><BR/>Marko, having some issues with your Buddha buddhies? <BR/><BR/>I agree with your insights here, LJ.Catehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11373851981501693149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15901777.post-1155145413911672362006-08-09T14:43:00.000-03:002006-08-09T14:43:00.000-03:00Tea and chocolate biscuits.This is why I started ...Tea and chocolate biscuits.<BR/><BR/>This is why I started writing on a blog, an audience to live up to.Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15901777.post-1155107749946017962006-08-09T04:15:00.000-03:002006-08-09T04:15:00.000-03:00LJIf we are not here for each other, for whom are ...LJ<BR/><BR/>If we are not here for each other, <BR/>for whom are we here?<BR/><BR/>It's all about keeping communication in motion...yes?<BR/><BR/>...and I, for one, am glad "the voice in my head"- and yours- keeps yakking.chuckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16710697712143652055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15901777.post-1155098339999269192006-08-09T01:39:00.000-03:002006-08-09T01:39:00.000-03:00Ah, let's see, umm, oh!June 18th;"Listen to these ...Ah, let's see, umm, oh!<BR/><BR/>June 18th;<BR/><BR/>"Listen to these Shambhala blowhards... buffing samsara like it's a prom queens tiara. Didn't hear a damn word Sid Buddy (that's what I call the little idol on your windowsill,) said. The endless cylce of life and rebirth is an IDIOT LOOP goddammits! Hey Mr. Weekend Retreat: If the human population continues to explode, where are all the new souls coming from? That'll keep 'em busy."<BR/><BR/>June 19th;<BR/><BR/>"Sigh. Bitchy again. I should note here for posterity that I usually don't pick on beginners, but this one was wearing a saffron robe, and holding court over a table of Anthony Robbins refugees. Snap 'em up before the Scientologists get a whiff.<BR/><BR/>Be thankfull for the sacrifices. They're the chillis in your chilli boyo.<BR/><BR/>Damned Dharmatologists.<BR/><BR/>p.s. I still think Ikky was joking when he barfed up the tea ceremony. Prove me wrong = $20."<BR/><BR/>Whiny like that dear old bird?<BR/><BR/>-markoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15901777.post-1155077985534714282006-08-08T19:59:00.000-03:002006-08-08T19:59:00.000-03:00H? Cake? There's cake. O joy! Tell me it has icing...H? Cake? There's cake. O joy! Tell me it has icing and I'm yours forever. Tell me it's chocolate and I'll hand over my bank account number. <BR/><BR/>I promised not to whine. I didn't whine for at least a week. And then? Well, sigh. Yeah. Self-pity is SO repulsive, isn't it? I have volumes of it for some poor soul to find when I die. (Actually, Weedy has instructions to wipe the computer and burn everything if I go first.)<BR/><BR/>Thank the powers that be for blogging - where I have to curtail it - at least a little!LJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03238060965921536507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15901777.post-1155075283296820392006-08-08T19:14:00.000-03:002006-08-08T19:14:00.000-03:00Morning! Nice to see you leaning over the fence.I'...Morning!<BR/> Nice to see you leaning over the fence.I'll put the kettle on. Tea and cake?<BR/><BR/>Seriously, I agree about the journal in the bag thing. Have now made a promise to myself to stop whinging in it ( quite so much!) and use it to inspire and or laugh.herhimnbrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01182397064631016552noreply@blogger.com