Random..could turn out to be something

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Editors Nightmare

Percival McMadeUp the III squinted at the crumpled manuscript in his hands. It had been consigned to the slush pile weeks ago and as per his twice a year promise to the PTB he would 'review' the slush pile to give some aspiring writer a boost, chances were beyond slight that this would happen. More likely, a final cup of bitter poison in the hopes that they would now concentrate on the reality of their situations and spend pennies on real life and not self publishing drivel suitable for the matted coverings of cages of small rodents.

But this..this was just plain weird, the accompaning cover letter was in the proper format, he read it again, raising his head to see if heads were being poked over cubicle walls, were those muffled giggles?

An English professor wrote this? Better things were left on the outake floor of daytime serials as too impossible, implausible and unbelievable.

The syntax was wrong, the characters beyond wooden, he referred back to the cover letter, published numerous times? Whhhhaa? Percival did what his grandchildren told him do in such information crisis moments, Percival went forth and googled.

So he googled and so he learned. In google veritas.

Layer upon layer of delusion, stilted diaglog, loops of fatal logic errors that could be easily explained by simply having say..2 working brain cells. He was astounded, he was floored he was humbled.

Percival gave the slush pile readers a sumptuous lunch that week with a bottle of wine each on him. He kept that manuscript and used it as the last nail in the coffin for 'unsolicited works'. The slush pile was no more, recycling was in.

random picture thought

I love this picture I took this past summer, on the beach of the outport community where I grew up, this tiny piece of crustacean home that was barely longer than my thumb. So interesting, what are those little round red things, seeds? eggs? How tiny are those little mussels yet so complete.

I took this photo, blew it up and the colours really pop now at least in my view.

It's just so interesting to me.

Where oh where has my little post gone...

Oh where oh where can it be.

I had about half a blog post typed I was typing away at it at work a sentence here a sentence there kind of thing...it's still in my drafts folder.

I think I'm coming down with another cold, which sucks because I just got over one, shouldn't you have at least a month between wanting mini sticks of dynamite to stick up your nose because if you just get it over with and blow up your head before it explodes from the pressure you're just being efficient right?

Right? *WHINES*

Bah!

I want to curl up on the couch, but it's currently occupied by a cat and my sister, on the bright side my sister will probably be going to bed soon and the cat cat be bribed with a fleece blanket.

Ummm fleece blankets for couch curling up on ... *glares at cat and sister*

I want chips.

I want chocolate.

I want hot chocolate with some sort of alcohol in it.

I want all the food and beverages above just to be given to me without me having to do anything like go get / make / purchase them.

I want to sleep in tomorrow but I can't because it's a work day.

I'm cranky, I'm sick and darn it I lost my blog entry through every fault my own even if techincally it's not lost but I'm in the middle of a RANT here people and I don't let facts get in the middle of what I want to say...hardly ever in fact.

*pouts*

PITY ME.

Pity will be accepted in the form of chips, chocolate, hot chocolate with alchohol, alcohol, books, Hugh Jackman, and Gerard Butler.

Any there theres, poor you and games of oneupmanship are strictly forbidden.

;-)

Tales from the Step: Part Eleventy Seven

It’s New Years Eve around 530/545 in the evening, night has arrived fireworks can be seen and heard already in sporadic explosions. Twinofmine is on the couch I am on the computer she hears something from outside and goes to investigate.

It turns out that someone has slipped/fallen on some ice on the sidewalk, perhaps due in part to the fact that he is completely and utterly inebriated. He has a companion though and he was ‘helped’ to his feet and a piece of pizza is passed back and forth. Although to call it a piece is somewhat generous, perhaps drool laden is now a specialty?

Yes it was even grosser to SEE that as you can imagine.

Anyway, nothing unusual there, a guy is loaded and he trips/falls/skips/tumbles/twirls/ cartwheels down to the ground and someone else helps him up, gross pizza sharing notwithstanding.

A few minutes later twinofmine looks out the window again no sign of anything unusual, pizza eating beer soaked denizens of downtown St. John’s must have moved along…yes one might indeed think that.

I decide to run to the store, fire on the proper footwear (it’s slippery out there you know) and tromp down the stairs and out the door, look to my right. DrunkGuy is rightthere on the business step, he’s ossified, nearly pickled in his alcoholic haze and he seems to have chosen his accessory for the night, it’s red, it’s liquid and it’s dripping from his head with alarming consistency.

I ask if he needs assistance he responds or I assume that was a response; he’s slurring his speech drunkenly (and possibly concussively! She said soberly). I run across to the store and return within 2 – 5 minutes I ask again if he needs me to call anyone. He shakes his head, still dripping. As I watch him fumble open the six pack of beer he has between his legs I decide that drunken bloody guys are not that responsible for their own welfare and that in fact someone should be called on his behalf. This realization is underlined as he takes a big swallow of his beer and goes to place the bottle on the step instead he drops it shattering and the look of bafflement is sad to observe. I go upstairs and twinofmine calls it in. An ambulance arrives as she is on the phone so obviously someone else called as well.

The crew takes about 10 mins to remove him from the step and as per usual any flashing lights in this neighbourhood draw a crowd, most move on within short order, what’s all that interesting about a bleeding from the head drunk guy after all. There are 4 local feral hoodies about though; kind of unusual I thought they were genetically predisposed to flee from all flashing lights. The true motive for them sticking around is shown soon though, as the attendants link DrunkGuy into the ambulance one of the Hoodies ghosts in and makes off with the remainder of the beer, it was smooth, it was quick and they are gone in seconds.

DrunkGuy was unfortunately not unfamiliar to me, I know him from the summer when he passed out on the steps two houses down, I know him from other slips and face plant falls on the sidewalk just outside. This is a guy with a problem, probably more than one problem if the truth be known. If the jackals of the neighbourhood feel safe preying on you then that says a lot. Insensible drunk or not, you had NO ONE looking out for you. + you have no beer.

Heights of Ridiculousness

I consider myself to be an easy going personality, downright lazy most of the time in fact. I mean what's the point of getting all bent out of shape over what other people do or say. There is NO POINT for the most part. There is nothing wrong with sticking up for yourself of course as easy going / lazy does not = doormat. I've come to a point though where my annoyance at an online personality is getting a little bizarre. I've joined an undergrown guerilla group that was created from another persons annoyance with the entire situation fer christsake.

History: A poster on a MB I am a member of (more lurker than anything) is prone to frequent flights of fantasy that she posts as real life happenings, pleas, demands, whines for attention abound on a regular basis as well. If called upon to explain the wide and varied inconsistencies she will either A. Ignore request or B. scream Bully and let her posse* tear said person apart. What I don't get is that there seems to be so few people willing to call her on her shit. On an MB dedicated to debunking ULs and shady stuff no less. I'm more than boggled by that. I'm getting MAD at those supporting and as a wise someone said enabling her. Those that support her in fact are becoming worthy of ridicule now as well in my mind. "Well we know you just lurve so-and-so and that means you are not the brightest bulb in the world now don't we". Their opinions are not worth very much anymore which is sad because I thought one or two of the vehement were you know..smart and stuff.

I mean sometimes aggravation is good, it brings things to a head, things that are needed to be said get said and all that. The air clears and the world spins once again. HOW in the name of the Great Googly Moogly though can things come to a head when Ms. Liar Fabricator gets told how frigging wonderful she is at every freaking turn. It's all kinds of F'd up. She's F'd up, it's F'd up and now the board is F'd up.

F.

I'm following the latest saga of her getting dumped by an online friend though, she complains incessantly about having NO friends and now she's getting dumped by one. Flowery verbal crap ensues on the board and she gets her props and I'm like..HEE HEE I know who you are talking about and I can't blame her. If you are THAT bad on a board I can't freaking imagine what you are like in a different venue/circumstance. Especially with your self involved ME ME ME all about ME ME ME MEMMEMMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEM schitch.

Anyway I'm putting her on ignore it's stupid how crazy this makes me, I am too wrapped up in it and it's just nuts. She makes me want to be a bully and that is not me. Or I don't want it to be. She's not worth this aggravation and again the mean streak that she brings out it me makes me want to tell her that fact.

Last word on it is that she is a crackpot and therefore to be avoided. I shall practice my avoidance skills from this blog post forward.

~Me