The Chaisse Lounge

i'm the first one on the couch!! hahahahahaha....

be that as it may, I'm the first one on it naked!!!

oh wer! you shoulda waited for me to put the plastic on it!

especially since I hope that it is a crayon that I feel beneath me...

it has to be, i'm no where's near you. me or any of my doglike appendages (i.e. tail)

Ugh! Slipcovers??

Instead what would you rather have?

just slips or what're they called? oh yeah.....negligees or body veils or ya know how it is when a movie is being projected on your body veil and the scenes of the movie go through the veil and make contact with yer skin? ya know, huh, ya know? well, the whole story of the movie enters into you and but don't depend on it, don't use it, don't count on it okay? huh? okay?

alright, no slip covers, just a heavy application of stain preventer (the name of the stuff slips my mind-hehe)

Scotchguard, perhaps?

yes! thank you much.

Sometimes stains tell stories. They sort of chronicle the history of a piece.

i don't know that i want to be associated with any stains in this place. anyway, we need to keep from spreading communicable diseases anyway!

I like the idea of negligees all around or maybe a teddy (correct spelling for the intended meaning?)

lacy+body hair=not good

is it leather that goes better with body hair?

yessum...

then again, silk does as well, but silk goes with everything!

raw or that extra shiny stuf?

raw is good...

yeah, raw is good (imagine that coming from a wolf *grin*)

Very appropriate.

OK, so we're on the raw silk. Now what?

Now, we get comfortable.

And read some poetry.

(hope y'all don't mind ee christening y'all's couch) (and this is legitimately a couch-time poem) may i feel said he (i'll squeal said she just once said he) it's fun said she (may i touch said he how much said she a lot said he) why not said she (let's go said he not too far said she what's too far said he where you are said she) may i stay said he (which way said she like this said he if you kiss said she may i move said he is it love said she) if you're willing said he (but you're killing said she but it's life said he but your wife said she now said he) ow said she (tiptop said he don't stop said she oh no said he) go slow said she (cccome?said he ummm said she) you're divine!said he (you are Mine said she) - e. e. cummings

whoa baby!

definately apropriate for our couches...

Good choice!!

um, Madame Host, when can the debauchery begin?

maybe you should consider an extra coat of scotchguard (or two)

consider it done!

The way things were going, I was thinking something more like a plastic sheet.

but that wouldn't be as comfy

besides, we can all chip in for the drycleaning!

that's what I'm talkin'bout!

a teensie little toe be runnin' up my thigh if it goes any higher, I might cry... ...cry out that it has now begun and you can look where you might for your part of any of the fun it'll touch you where you least expected it though nobody's really perfected it

I think I got a gander from the holy ghost I never felt so much in a single post worries are fleeing and the laugh is sweet you're off your rocker and I'm off my feet

from up above and atop this cloud of those on this couch I am the most proud my friends, my foes, my lifelong desires, pass 'round the marshmallows and light the fires tell a good joke, scribble some verse of all the bad things our silence is worse respond as you like, as you will, as you might for while I go wander to you all a grand night!

That is the best "good night", I've ever heard.

so, what's for breakfast, Big Boy?

I've always been partial to a 20oz T-Bone steak, a half dozen eggs over easy, and three large pancakes.

sounds like it's time for an oil change... the viscosity is bound to kill ya!

It probably would, if I still ate like that. I'm partial to eating like that, but I'm also partial to staying alive, so I seldom do anymore.

anyone mind if I stretch out and take a nap?

i certainly don't! take as long as you need, since it's been so quiet!

nudge me if I start snoring too loud

Hi, I think I'm in the wrong place. Sorry

no, stay!

oh, puh-lease come back! we can behave...really, we can!

A Boston Poet named Kort Lounged upon the Davenport Upon a Thyme He transmitted a Rhyme Which arrived in Austin with a wicked Snort

hey, i think he's got it!!

it's possible...

Can I use here to get proper formating?

Ooh. It works. There. I closed it. :)

It's interesting to note that unbalanced HTML formatting tags stay in effect across posts. I used the <PRE> tag in 54 and closed it in 55. I imagine that would also apply to font and color changes, too. Dunno if that's a bug or a feature. :)

depends on your intent...

It's both, I guess. We do have the ability to allow or disallow particular tags.

Tags? Did someone find my tags? Bless you now maybe I can rememer who I am.

I have just discovered the man of many talents is also a poet. I should have known all along!

But, I did not know that he snores till just now...

depends on how tired I am...

*ooch* *ooch* is there room on this thing for me, too?

sure!

squasy moto....make room fer me too!

Moulton scootches over to make room.

don't mind my tail....

...'tis a good thing I am skinny...I think I am next onto the floor...wer? catch me if one more gets on, please!

Dawnis gives Moulton a big hug! Let's all dance! You put your left foot in come on join in!

you put your left foot out....

It's Hokey Pokey time....!

it's about time we finished breaking in your lounge, Wolf!!!

(I wonder if any of them will make it to the screwed bidet...)

Bailing out right now!!!

Come join me, come join me, Come join me, in my dance!

well Barry... now that you've let your hair down... and my my my what LONG hair it is! no, stop it everyone. \Shirts stay ONE in the poetry corner (right Wolfie?) If you wanna take the clothes off go over to screwed... follow Marcia!

Marcia is going out rock hounding with hiking boots plus all sorts of unglamourous clothing on, but it will be interesting and you will learn something and with a little luck find something interesting to bring back. Too much indoor inactivity is getting to me. Anyone care to join? Hawaii has opals! Peridot-sand beaches...!

but if you have to dance in screwed (naked or not), try and do so on Laughing Sky's Cloud, as it helps keep the dust off between her visits...

I wanna go with Marcia! (understand about the activity bit... I had to sneek in a lunch time hike today!)

Oh good!!! I'll bring the fruit to snack on while we hike and some other tasty things too. Fun hike today!!!

wait for me, i gotta get out!

Circling back for Wolfie! Any other takers? If not today - I do this a lot, so name your day and hike: volcano caldera? Jungle waterfalls? Remote beaches? Ancient Hawaiian sites? Snow skiing?

I just got a full body massage...think I'll curl up here. (Contented grin on her face)

I'll have a Medium Massage, Over Easy. Hold the Eggplant.

* sitting quietly on a chair, munching an eggplant sandwich *

Harrumpty Dumpty sat on a chair Harrumpty Dumpty munched on a pear All the Springs's courses and all the Spring's ken Couldn't feed Harrumpty Dumpty an Eggplant again

who brought the chairs in?

The Chairman of the Bored?

Do we have to bring our own sandwiches or is this room catered? (Good one, Barry!)

I hear there is a surfeit of eggplant sandwiches.

I was hoping to avoid them - though I have never even seen one on offer...Are they good? (Then why is there a surfeit?!) *lol*

* taking her chair and leaving quietly *

Uh oh.

(((((((Moonbeam))))))))))) Dang it, I went out and bought a couple of chairs, color coordinated with yours, so people could sit off in the corner and chat quietly. The mason's are on their way to add a fireplace......Plllllleeeeeeasse come back? Yeh once an egg plant plants its little pear shaped body in your life, there is always a surfeit...they are like rabbits they just keep multiplying. (giggle)

well, thanks for planting some chairs and eggplants in here... nan, come back!!

Please come back!!! We Neeeeeeeeeeeeed you!

OK, but only if I can sit on one end of the couch and have an extra pillow. ;) I'm sorry to be such a big baby this week. It's the shits here in Real Life. Good thing I like eggplant sandwiches...

Other that flouring and saute'ing them, what do you add to your eggplant sandwiches? Most curious! (here...allow me to fluff your extra pillows)

Here is a footstool too. (Dawnis grins) I guess you didn't read my silly eggplant poem Marcia. We just kinda took off with it....I guess you could put anything you wanted to on it. (chuckle) Here, I have some bubble gum wanna try that?

Ok - but lets have some fresh mango first...just located some early ripened ones. Then the bubble gum...(hunting back through files for eggplant poem for inspiration..)

Mmmm Mango too! Yum!

Opps! I Guess the egplant poem is in the poetry section. (Blush)

No wonder I did not find it...tomorrow I shall get out net and camera and do some Snark Hunting...

Yum, lunch!! * fresh tomato-and-parmesan sauce drips from the eggplant sandwiches *

You mind if I lay at your feet?

(...sounds delicious, but I think they'd like to be alone...*sneaking out in search of an eggplant parmesan and tomato sandwich*)

Today this stranger is my friend. Had I not taken the time to say hello, or return a smile, or shake a hand, or listen, I would not have known this person. Yesterday would have turned into today and our chance meeting would be gone. Yesterday I hugged someone very dear to me. Today they are gone... and tomorrow will not bring them back. Wouldn't it be nice if we all knew tomorrow would be here? But this is not to be, so take the time TODAY to give a hug, a smile, an "I love you." JUST FOR TODAY, ...smile at a stranger ...listen to someone's heart ...drop a coin where a child can find it ...learn something new, then teach it to someone ...tell someone you're thinking of them ...hug a loved one ...don't hold a grudge ...don't be afraid to say "I'm sorry" ...look a child in the eye and tell them how great they are ...look beyond the face of a person into their heart ...make a promise, and keep it ...call someone, for no other reason than to just say "hi" ...show kindness to an animal ...stand up for what you believe in ...smell the rain, feel the breeze, listen to the wind ...use all your senses to their fullest ...cherish all your TODAY'S

thanks, debra, for that lovely reminder of how to find ABUNDANCE. (((((dawnis))))) today is ALL we've got. and it's more than enough. ;)

so true!

The funeral was today Moonbeam. The only beauty in the whole thing was hearing everyone talk about how Arron had touched their lives with his generosity and big heart. Now he is gone...but the gift of himself, which he gave to everyone he met, will last forever. I had known him for years and was deeply moved to see the huge turnout and to see that he had done so much for so many.

OK! Time to lighten up again! information has come to light about the tragic sinking of the Titanic. Not many people know that Hellman's Mayonaise was manufactured in England at the time of the Titanic's sailing. The mayonaise (considered at new exotic condiment at the time) was being shipped to Vera Cruz Mexico, which was to be the next port of Call for the Titanic after docking in New York. Well, when the Mexican people found out that the Titanic had gone down....and her exotic condiment cargo with her, there was great mourning. So much sorrow in fact...that they still remember that fateful day in Mexico. ..... (wait for it......) ............ .................. ......................... Sinko de Mayo. ___________________________________

*GROAN.....*

Marcia The eggplant poem On Awakening By Debra Tenney Hot Java early morning crisis caught between sunny side up, and scrambled egg imperatives. Yesterday's burnt toast dressed in lumpy oatmeal has found its way into a trash can, over-full with coupon madness, milk cartons, unpaid bills and Tuesday's moldy eggplant on a suicide mission. The tube chants Regis and Cathy Lee mantras, garbage disposal humor grinding its way through the early morning chill. Pop Tart commercials and Barry Manalow render their greatest hits, assaulting the mind like a Waring Blender set on puree. As from the trash Tuesday's egg plant, finds new meaning to life, slithering to the floor as if to change its ways. In the laundry room, the washing machine kick boxes it1s way past boxes of classic Tee shirts, posters espousing 19701s rhetoric, and Tuesday's egg plant spills out its soul on the kitchen floor with soap opera abandon. In flip flops and oversized sweatshirt cracking eggs onto a cast iron skillet... I flip the eggplant back into the trash, flip the last egg, and flip off the tube... shooting a raspberry at the harmonic duo as they pixelate back to Never-Never Land delivering morning's manna to a bleary eyed brood. With eggplant resolve, pour myself another cup of hot Java midmorning mania ------------------------------------------------------------------------

Now if we can just get Terry to do a round of "I am the Eggplant, I am the Walrus, cu-cu-ca-chooo..."

Waiting with bated breath.....Terry?

You go back that far, do you? I thought, in interest of Terry's elevated status in the Cyberworld, he would rather forget it all ever happened. However, I am sure there are those around who would be delighted to remind him. (I have selective amnesia and have removed myself from the project.)

Selective amnesia is a useful tool, unless you forget you intended to forget something. (giggle)

There is cultural amnesia, too. The Official Name for it is Agosimnesia. It means the culture has forgotten some long lost cultural knowledge. The opposite of Agnosimnesia, of course, is Gnosimnesia -- recovering or rediscovering long lost cultural knowledge. The method I use to get to a state of Gnosimnesia is called The Method of Mimnetic Mirroring. It's basically a meditative and research technique to reach back into the cultural mists to decode old stories, songs and myths, and to decipher their long lost meanings. It's another application of Semiotics, using Wild Mind Associations, also known as Nostalgic Free Association or (in literary circles) Poetry. The Crone Clones are rilly rilly good at the Method of Mimnetic Mirroring. Some good Gnosimnesia there!

This was just too rich not to share it here...get your giggle boxes out..... Computer Joke: A language instructor was explaining to her class that French nouns, unlike their English counterparts, are grammatically designated as masculine or feminine. Things like 'chalk' or 'pencil,' she described, would have a gender association although in English these words were neutral. Puzzled, one student raised his hand and asked, "What gender is a computer?" The teacher wasn't certain which it was, and so divided the class into two groups and asked them to decide if a computer should be masculine or feminine. One group was comprised of the women in the class, and the other, of men. Both groups were asked to give four reasons for their recommendation. The group of women concluded that computers should be referred to in the masculine gender because: 1. In order to get their attention, you have to turn them on. 2. They have a lot of data but are still clueless. 3. They are supposed to help you solve your problems, but half the time they ARE the problem. 4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that, if you had waited a little longer, you could have had a better model. The men, on the other hand, decided that computers should definitely be referred to in the feminine gender because: 1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic. 2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else. 3. Even your smallest mistakes are stored in long-term memory for later retrival. 4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it. �

LOL!!!!!

That computer story is great...it would fit right in on the Men are from Mars; Women are from Venus topic! *lol* Thanks for sharing.

Computers are critters with Silicon Beast Implants.

* GROAN!! *

Ah. I feel better already. :)

OK guys please grin and bear with us ladies with this next joke. (Dawnis grins wickedly) *** Why Women Are Superior**** We got off the Titanic first. We can scare male bosses with mysterious gynecological disorder excuses. When we buy a vibrator it is glamorous. When men buy a blow up doll it's pathetic. Men's clothes make women look elfin and gorgeous. Men look like complete idiots in women's clothes. We can be groupies. Male 'groupies' are stalkers. We've never lusted after a cartoon character or the central figure in a computer game. Taxis stop for us. Men die earlier, so we get to cash in on the life insurance. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing. We know the Truth about whether or not size matters. If we're not making enough money we can blame it on the glass ceiling. It's possible to live our whole lives without ever taking a group shower. No fashion faux pas we make could ever rival the male's Speedo. We don't have to fart to amuse ourselves. We never have to wonder if his orgasm was real. If we forget to shave, no one has to know. We can congratulate our teammate without ever grabbing her ass. If we have a zit, we know how to conceal it. We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there. We don't have to memorize Caddyshack or Fletch to fit in. We have the ability to dress ourselves. Our friends won't think we're weird if we ask whether there's spinach in our teeth. We know that there are times when chocolate really can solve all of your problems. Gay waiters don't make us uncomfortable. We'll never regret piercing our ears. We can fully assess a person just by looking at their shoes. We can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.

sing it sister! *grin*

I don't regret piercing my ears...

OK gender clarification (giggle) Who and what is the KitchenManager? The bio area is missing from this format.

predominately male...ask around for more specifics on the who and what...you'll probably get better answers...

yes, I'd agree you are predominately male...*smile*

Nope that was enough information. A male kitchenmanager eh? Does that apply to real life too? I could use one of those (chuckle)

that has been my occupation for the several years now, yes...

you'll also see a pic of him in the spring gallery, if you can stomach it *grin* wer: *hugs*

so that is how it is, huh?

Somehow I found something of great value in there.

All kinds of treasures fall down into a chaise ... but I couldn't find the photo album no matter how much I poked around. A clue, please? ;)

Welcome to The Paper Chaise. Did you know the original (and technically correct) name is Chaise Longue? Yep. Long Chair. No one knows who decided to Americanize it into Chaise Lounge. Prolly cuz it wasn't a "decision" but a misreading. Or maybe some manufacturer of lawn furniture did make a conscious decision. Mebbe it was Paddy O'Furniture.

Heh. I was just thinking of the origins of chaise LONGUE last night -- aye, verily! We must be cohabiting the same brain again.

i made it back my computer did it's thing AGAIN!!!!! Grrr.

One of the things I learned from computers was that their temperamental idiosyncracies were subject to the laws of nature, the laws of logic, some of which I evidently didn't fully understand. Their behavior was clearly a function of the complement of software I had installed on them, for better or for worse, but their malfunctions were not undertaken to spite me. Rather they had the effect of educating me. Slowly. Very slowly. Discovering patterns and making sense of them is slow and arduous. Just ask Copernicus.

I don't wanna think about Copernicus... it's too damn hot. I just wanna lie on the chaise here and snooze... Got iced tea?

Moonbeam: Here is a pitcher with lemon and mint...and a sweet little cloud to mist you and blow a gentle breeze..........Feeling better? Moulton: Yes I am learning s....l......o......w......l.......y about my computer. Sometimes I think as soon as I get the moeny I will replace it and then I realize... that I will have to s.......l......o.....w.....l.....y learn all about it and it's special needs, but that I will have to start a square one again. I still get frustrated when I have to try and figure out why it won't stay up with the new OS. I really thought it would make my life easier once it was in...and the bells it has does do that...only it won't stay up. I have left only the basics of my old OS on, like Apple told me to do...and I am missing something somewhere. New Joke: This one reminds me of how my computer makes me feel. (grin) INSTRUCTIONS FOR GIVING YOUR CAT A PILL 1) Pick cat up and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow. 2) Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process. 3) Retrieve cat from bedroom and throw away soggy pill. 4) Take new pill from foil wrap. Cradle cat in left arm, holding rear = paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of 10. 5) Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call spouse from garden. 6) Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees,hold front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously. 7) Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered Doulton figures from hearth and set to one side for gluing later. 8) Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil, and blow down drinking straw. 9) Check label to make sure pill is not harmful to humans, drink glass of water to take taste away. Apply Band-Aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap. 10) Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed. Get another pill. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck, leaving its head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with plastic band. 11) Fetch screwdriver from garage and put door back on hinges. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus jab. Throw T-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom. 12) Ring fire brigade to retrieve cat from tree across the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take last pill from foil-wrap. 13) Tie cat's front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining table. Find heavy-duty pruning gloves from shed, and force cat's mouth open with small spanner. Push pill into mouth, followed by large piece of fillet steak. Hold head vertically and pour pint of water down throat to wash pill down. 14) Get spouse to drive you to the emergency room. Sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order new table. 15) Arrange for SPCA to collect cat, and ring local pet shop to see if it has any hamsters.

I dunno about cats, but for dogs, hiding the pill inside a dollop of peanut butter and letting the dog lick the peanut butter off your fingers works beautifully.

*LOL* about pilling a cat!! Note to Barry: Cats are not the same as dogs. Dogs come when you call them. Cats take a message and may or may not get back to you... * sipping Debra's tea, gratefully * Oh yes, and now that this oppressive heat is fading from my senses, I'm reminded that I've long meant to say thanks to Wolf (I'm guessing) for providing this beautiful cool mint green background for Poetry and chasing loungers. Blessings!

The Taco Bell Chihuahua, a Doberman and a Bulldog are in a doggie-bar having a drink when a Collie bitch comes in and says, "Whoever can use liver and cheese in a sentence can have me." The Doberman says, "I love liver and cheese." The Collie says, "Not good enough." The Bulldog says, "I hate liver and cheese." She says, "Not creative." The Chihuahua says, "Liver alone......cheese mine."

Ah. Chaise Lounge. Sweet Land of Liver Tea. What a friend we have in Cheeses.

Cheese you would think he liked Chiasing liverating concepts.. de-liver me from mine crazy friends.

Recipe for Chopped Liver. Sorry, no deliveries.

Grandma says liver hand crank grinder alone. Opps! I put the egg shells in with the meat. Now what?

The calcium is good for you. Just label it "Fortified."

For a couple years I've been blaming it on lack of sleep and too much pressure from my job, but now I found out the real reason: I'm tired because I'm overworked. The population of this country is 237 million. 104 million are retired. That leaves 133 million to do the work. There are 85 million in school, which leaves 48 million to do the work. Of this there are 29 million employed by the federal government, leaving 19 million to do the work. 2.8 million are in the Armed Forces, which leaves 16.2 million to do the work. Take from the total the 14,800,000 people who work for State and City Governments and that leaves 1.4 million to do the work. At any given time there are 188,000 people in hospitals, leaving 1,212,000 to do the work. Now, there are 1,211,998 people in prisons. That leaves just two people to do the work. You and me. And you're sitting at your computer reading jokes!

Not anymore! ;) * off to play at an arts festival *

To hell with work. I'm gonna invent plork.

but please don't do it on the furniture...it might stain! (even with the pre-treatment...)

If you figure out how to invent plork...let me know...I wanna write and take walks in the mountains and play with my daughter and grow things and read and play my guitar and sing...and play at the radio station and paint pictures and talk with friends and have lots of mirth and.....well you get the picture.

Just do it. Damn everything but the circus. Let's plork.

Only in America...do we use the word "politics" to describe the process so well: "Poli" in Latin meaning "many" and "tics" meaning "bloodsucking creatures"... Sorry, I just had to share this.

The biggest single cause of criminal behavior is legislation.

No doubt.

the biggest single definer of behavior called criminal is legislation, true...

Even truer!

There are now enough laws on the books that almost anyone can be put away for some infraction. Whoever wields power will be scrutinized. Linda Tripp is indicted for taping her phone calls, and Master Li is wanted on charges of spreading superstitious beliefs.

I Shall Be Released They say everything can be replaced But, every distance is not near So, I remember every face Of every man who put me here I see my light come shinin' From the west unto the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released They say every man must need protection They say that every man must fall Yet, I swear I see my reflection Someplace so high above this wall I see my light come shinin' From the west unto the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released Down here next to me in this lonely crowd Stands a man who swears he's not to blame All day long I hear him cry so loud Calling out that he's been framed I see my light come shinin' From the west unto the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released Any day now, any day now I shall be released... Copyright 1971, Bob Dylan

Words of Wisdom Schizophrenia beats being alone. If at first you don't succeed, redefine success. You have the capacity to learn from your mistakes. You will learn a lot today. A thing not worth doing isn't worth doing well. HECK IS WHERE PEOPLE GO WHO DON'T BELIEVE IN GOSH Hard work never killed anyone, but why chance it? All true wisdom is found on T-shirts. I don't have a solution; but I do admire the problem. I think sex is better than logic, but I can't prove it. A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS but it uses up a thousand times the memory. The Meek shall inherit the earth.. ...after we're through with it. If a thing is worth doing, it would have been done already. Two can live as cheaply as one... for half as long. Lord, If I can't be skinny, please let all my friends be fat. Good Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die. THE BUCK DOESN'T EVEN SLOW DOWN HERE So keep on going. Confession is good for the soul, but bad for your career. How much can I get away with and still go to heaven? Sometimes too much to drink isn't enough. It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere. A closed mouth gathers no foot. The trouble with life is there's no background music. I was only looking at your name tag, honest! When blondes have more fun do they know it? Money isn't everything, but it sure keeps the kids in touch. What happens if you get scared half to death twice? We have enough youth. How about a fountain of "Smart"? MY WILD OATS HAVE TURNED TO SHREDDED WHEAT! Is reading in the bathroom considered Multi-Tasking?

we've thought about that first item, Debra, and all of I would have to agree...

Are you talking to her or me?

Everyboth of us...

Life is so confusing when one is full of a surfeit of Eggplant concoctions. Time to spread the Spam around.

Eggplant, eggplant where hast thou gone? My heart has been stolen by Spamplant parmesan. Yuk!

*lol* dear! You said it all. And, what a fun way to end a very long day at Spring. Thank you!

It was a one-yolk, one-plant giant purple eater, people.

(((((((Barry)))))) Are you feeling better? I Relish you company. Lettuce break bread together.

I'm still clenching my teeth. But I got a chance to yell at a Trustee today.

Bravo, Barry. Nothing like righteous indignation to stir the blood. Now, if we can just pry your jaws apart before you powder those molars...

I continued yelling at the walls for a while afterwards, too.

Yahoo!!!!! Barry is finding his power! Walls are great things to yell at because they can't yell back. I have to move by the end of the month. They sold the house. I am holding firm on not letting the landlord screw me. Firm but not angry...anger is distructive, if you allow it to take over. You have to keep a cool head and firmly repeat your message until it is heard.

then shoot those unwilling to listen...

Right, shoot their ears off. That'll teach 'em to listen.

Now you're preaching!

And if that doesn't work, we'll shoot their brains out. That'll teach 'em to think.

Go Barry! And if that doesn't work we will shoot off their legs...that will teach them to get out of the way.

Hey after we have finally crippled them...why should we care if the cost of caring for them the rest of their lives raise our taxes...we have made our point.

exactly...that's why we should allow the crippled to die at birth...

or shortly thereafter...

I thought we had permanent employment for the mentally handicapped in government bureacracies.

The Romans used to expose unwanted infants on the hillsides and let the wolves eat them. Waste not, want not!

Do I think this funny? Gonna think about it... Aw, too bad - I'm not into thinking, remember, so I gotta shoot from the hip and say: NO!

Dawnis takes a bow...point well taken. Set Point?

Take a Bow Moulton....and post the model again. (Grin) Poinsetta?

Dawnis takes a bow...point well taken. Set Point?

My latest poem...not quite eggplant...or political....just a reflection of New Mexico weather lately. Summer's Promise. A portrait of contrasts, stiff courtesy and wild abandon, the valence framing filigree curtains reduces sunlight to Byzantine mercy, as afternoon1s heat beats its way through the eastern adobe wall. The desert listens breathless. A quarter moon, broken saucer spilling it1s cream into the middle of an artist1s palette forming kaleidoscopic thunderclouds, sorting rain and lightening, as the wind swells the earth's sigh, seeking twilight's song.

I posted the model on CNN's discussion board. It seems to have stopped the show.

should have posted one of the Victoria's Secret's models...

Hmmmm....So are you saying it created Post Tramatic Stress disorder? Take KM's advice next time post it with a half naked model. (giggle) Just spoke to Moonbeam...she wanted to meet in Santa Fe Tommorow....just couldn't make it up there...with the move and all. Got to count those pennies at this point.

I should be so lucky to have a half-naked model.

* pondering what a half-naked model of Girard's theory might LOOK like *

hmmm...... Oh never mind....my hormones are out to pasture....my mind can barely function at the written level...but graphics...and titilating graphics? Welcome back Moonbeam. I am going to forward an e-mail I just sent to Barry to you. I'm ready to start a revolution. "You say you want a revolution weeeell you know we all wanna change the world...."

* pondering what a half-naked model of Girard's theory might LOOK like * I suppose it depends on which half you look at. Models are supposed to be revelatory, don'tcha know.

Well if the Model was half baked it would have just the *bare* essentials in it....like skipping every third word with fill in the blanks...(grin)

Oh Barry! Things are worse than I thought if you have to ponder which half to visualize on a half-naked model...(assuming it is gender preference positive.) Velvet glove rub-down time!!!

Um... Is the rubdown for the model or for me?

For you, of course...the model can fend for herself!

Apparently, I've got nothing else to do...where did she go?

She is over here with me getting lessons on how to massage Barry with the velvet glove. I don't want to embarrass him when she does it, so wait up for me.

She wore bluuue velvet oh oh....

From a long-time friend of mine, an extraordinary individual I am privileged to have known for many years: I Don't Remember I don't remember Shakespeare I don't remember Milton I don't remember Coolidge Or even Conrad Hilton. I don't remember FDR The New Deal's just old news I had to learn that Memphis Was the birthplace of the blues. I don't remember Henry Ford Unless you mean the third. My lexicon lists "dodo" As a ninny, not a bird. To me, old Jimmy Stewart Was an actor, not a king. From history's perspective I don't know a goddamn thing. --by John Burnett

...and I met him a whole bunch of years ago, too.

and that goes for me, as well, john! thanks for posting it marcia!!

Wolfie, he sent me the above poem in Email and I fired one back asking for permission to put it here. He agreed and I sent back the URL where he could find it. The rest is history. He is a most welcome addition to our group.

indeed!

Thanks for the nice welcome, folks!

Here's a rather clever piece of cowboy doggerel sent to me by my uncle Lee (which I've edited for content and meter) The sky was dark, the moon was high and all alone was she and I. Her lines so soft, her eyes so brown her hair as smooth as eider down, her skin just right, her legs so fine I ran my fingers down her spine. I didn't know how but tried my best, I placed my hands upon her breast. I felt my fear, my beating heart, but slowly she spread her legs apart I had just overcome my shame when all at once the white stuff came. And that's the end, it's over now, the first time that I've milked a cow.

Ahhhh...only the finest kine for the Poetry conference...*grin*

*LOL*

Whooooopee! ;)

i loved it!!!!

You guys sure know how to milk this stuff for all it's worth.

Have an Oreo, Barry?

In case you missed it elsewhere, my "Whitman Sampler" Poem Parody A Well-Made Man By "Weird Walt" with apologies to W.W., (John Burnett, 1999) O God, I feel the rhythm of the concrete jungle from the clickety-clack clatter of the jackhammer and I observe its bone-weary operator his profusely perspiring person of gnarl'd, callous'd massive hands and sensual sinews that bridge the span of his inviting neckline from the resolute set of his mandibular muscles to the sloping scoops of his breastbone as he breathes with shoulders shuddering and the poignant pulsating pounding of his pectorals prominently puffing through the open window of unbutton'd plaid. O God, I am drawn as the unsuspecting moth to the proverbial flame of the candle as I drizzle slowly, deliberately, the melted waste of wax on the tableau of abdominals. I visualize the taste of the molten mix of perspiration and paraffin, the residue of saline lingering on my still-longing lips. O God, Adonis in button-fly five-oh-fives, I am but human and cannot but admire the curve of hard, lean buttocks, stretching and straining and yearning to be set free from the constraints of cotton, faded denim accentuating the musculature of well-made manhood. O God, I hear the mighty massive moan of the whistle steam streaming as the sound of blessed rest and relief bestows solace upon the mass'd minions of the construction site: the truckers of girders and rows of riveters, pourers of concrete and bearers of blueprints, the weary of welding and the jack of the hammers all live for the seventeenth hour. En masse, they move as if drawn by gravitational pull to a nearby tavern, where they fondle the serving wenches and regale the besotted barstool'd denizens with tales of unioniz'd derring-do financ'd in hourly increments by double-breasted Brooks Brother'd investment bankers. And I, O God, surreptitiously sip my Curacao from a custom pewter stein and await the alley door exodus of a well-made man.

*** APPLAUSE! *** that was lip-smackin' wonderful, john!

Thank you, Moon. Maybe it should be in "Drool." *SMILE*

Moon who is in Drool is Moon Dreams. She was the original. Nan, I think is just mooning you for the occasion *grin*

* blushing *

...Oooh, she is...and how becoming it is. Enjoy! (The other Moon is stuck in a hurricane bunker tonight riding out the storm with her laptop in tow. What a place to entertain oneself...Spring!

Spring all year round...

Nostalgolagnia I lounge in the old chaise and pine for the old days when my pain was a pleasure as best I could measure.

He's a poet and he don't know it.....(grin)

Fame How do we touch the sky? With game shows and fast action news reported on laugh-in prize winning television, late night shows, a gift from coffee cup gurus driving sleek cars fueled by royality seeking five minute famers rescued from anonynity by cable TV.

I suggest you search for the off button or unplug the thing...! (being facetious here...)

was that in relation to my poem? I do not have cable TV. It was just a social commentary. GRIN

Yes, it was, and I enjoyed your commentary...*smile*

Thanks Marcia!

You are quite welcome! *smile*

Sorry about Barry's pain, though...I know the feeling...! Have any suggestions for easing your suffering?

I hear that in the tiny country of Butan, the government has set a goal of maximizing emotional well-being instead of wealth.

Let's all run for the border... But, if we do, we shall surely ruin it for the very people it was meant to help. I'd love to know how they will go about accomplishing this task...!

I don't know about Butan, but if Bill Clinton thinks he feels my pain, I'll put on the gloves with him and go three rounds. I guarantee you he'd feel my pain then!

Isn't it spelled Bhutan?

Since they write in "squiggles" (as a teacher of mine once said), it is hard to discern just how things are spelled in phonetic English...perhaps they have recreated the word for the kids now who cannot read and write, in any case?!

(BC has never felt anyone else's pain...! I'll hold him while you take your best shot!)

This seems as good a place as any to put this note: If you value Spring and the discussions herein (not to mention the venting going on), do you realize this is Terry's web site for which he pays all the bills? Please, it is time to help with any donation you can afford. He has some pretty big bills to pay and he needs your (and my) help to sustain all of the stuff we are posting. Think if he had to cut back and eliminate some of - or all of - the conferences?! Please! Send contributions to: Paul Terry Walhus The Spring 9011 Quail Creek Dr Austin, TX 78758

I will offer to ease the load at the Spring by hosting some of the conferences on spare equipment at MuseNet. If this will help, I'll be glad to discuss which conferences or subcommunities we can accommodate.

We need more conferences and more participants here, not less. But thanks anyway, Barry.

Oh Dear!!! I hope my message was not interpreted this way everywhere I put it. I wanted to encourage people to help increase the traffic here and the donations for its upkeep. *sigh* I'll try again. We NEED all of these diverse conferences to keep us mentally stimulated. Please help keep us from an early decline of mental faculties by donating to the fund drive at the above address (see post 242 ) Thanks and Mahalo!

If there is any way I can reduce your expenses by providing zero-cost resources, don't hesitate to ask.

no - not that way...Terry wants increase of traffic, posts and thoughts AND revenue. There are communities which exact a monthly fee from partakers. The least we can to is to contribute to its upkeep!

* dusting off the ole chaise... where have all the snoozers gone? * Here's a sort of couchy poem I just wrote -- thought it might make itself comfortable here: ONE SATURDAY IN OCTOBER I asked the Salvation Army to haul off that old armchair its seat lumpy and stained, tweed upholstery rough where the cat had been clawing it for five years. It was an ugly thing, but I was fond of it -- our legs could and did entwine across its great shabby brown arms, we two lost in love long ago on a winter afternoon. If we kept furniture in our lives like we're supposed to keep people what do you think would be the outcome? Would it break all the rules if we didn't throw out lamps and dented pans, or cart them off to the thrift shop to catch the eye of some ex-convict with 10 bucks in his picket to start a new life? Life is a mystery, I think, sitting carefully on my brand new loveseat covered in perfect pale opal-colored velvet. The cat dwells outside now and will have to stay there. I bought an aquarium instead, and watch neon tetras flash teal and red behind the glass, silent and cold and elegant.

Is there anyone out there this poem does not speak to? Looking around at the "stuff" we have accumulated in so many years, I know how lovely it would be to have the opal velvet love seat and a pristine fishbowl and orderliness...but the passion is missing - which is the point, I guess.

You got out of it what I put into it... (and I see I typo'd "picket" where I meant "pocket") -- glad it spoke to you, Marcia. :)

thanks for that piece! i do believe we can all relate. where does sentimentality and practicality change over?

(Marcia, you're right -- the passion was missing earlier. It's here.) --- PLAY ME We wake to the drumming of raindrops. It's easiest to stay in bed on such dark mornings seeking each other's light - your fingers tingling hundreds of tiny hairs on my arm - catching - trembling - your mouth open wet on my neck - tasting salt - exploring unlocking revealing caves I never mapped before - Moving down - you have no peer, my persian lover - oh god! - your tongue turns my belly to hot marmalade lapping langorous honey - lower - ah - there! - just let me breathe our fragrance forever - this - yes! oh! - wily spinning tumbling freefall thumping heart, tonguing the easiest tune we play.

dang, it's been awhile. who left the kitchen utensils in here?

don't mind the smell, it's the lysol i'm using.

what is this? it looks like.....old eggplant!

why, it's Ms Clean! (Opening the windows)... watch out for that old eggplant. *lol* last time I was in here I recall being ooched off the couch and landing on my knees...*grin*

Oh Nan....just found your poem. Passion?! It is incredible...and it not only spoke to me, it positively knew my name! Thank you for that...*hugs*