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Time for a little recycling, so, all right, strawberries... let's get ready to jam.
Since I live in fear of the thought of Mondays on LiveJournal not being iambic, I thought that it might be time to blow the dust off and instigate the second annual Poetic Entry Contest*. If you're on my friends list, you've already cleared the qualification round. Go, you!
If you want to participate, here's the deal, pickle:
1) You say, "I'm in!" or, "Hit me, dealer!" or some other affirmative.
2) I hunt through your archives because I haven't yet figured out a way to rifle through your underwear drawer. I find a brief [get it? n'yuk!] entry of yours and charge you with rewriting or reconfiguring or paring it down or summing it up until it rhymes, LeAnn.
3) You post the rewrite on your journal. Then everyone-- most importantly, myself-- has something wacky to read tomorrow or Wednesday or whenever. Simple! Merriment!
If the idea doesn't suit, don't worry. I won't be yanking anyone off my friends list who doesn't want to play. But if you do, then sign up below, pluck a feather from your nearest pheasant, dip it in your trusty inkwell and... pebbles? Get ready to rock.
* No prize awarded, so it's not really a contest... unless hearing me shut up and stop calling you a berry, a dill pickle, a pebble or LeAnn Rimes is considered a prize.
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Hey! Every year come October I take the same sort of photo and post it here in this journal. Who the hell knows why. They'll be debating this centuries from now, I feel certain. Anyway, here is 2009's edition,
as well as a surprise....
( Click here for more )
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Today I ate
oatmeal,
and a sandwich.
I'm bushed and want new shoes.
But the really important thing I want to say, especially to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) n8an, is I believe that children are our future.
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Entry # 739 of this journal concerns its birthday-- my journal's three years old, today.
That's a LOT of photo-theft from the Internet.
Thanks for hiding me from the cops all these years, you guys. C'mere, group hug... : )
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Thanks to an idea from davidpnyc, I wanted to post my most popular photo from Flickr.
( If you want to check my Flickr, go on ahead and click 'er )
If you belong to Flickr and you'd like to see what your photostream has as its most popular photo, here is the link (you want to choose "Flickr DNA") that will hopefully help. : )
Aug. 24th, 2009 @ 12:18 am
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Depending on whom you ask, the New Orleans-esque Disney's Haunted Mansion...
...celebrates its 40th birthday at midnight California-time between August 11th and August 12th. But...
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Aug. 11th, 2009 @ 11:40 am
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Just stopping in. Screech!
It's been almost an "all work and no play" situation for me around here lately. I'm helping some friends gut a house.
Today was all about lugging old kitchen counters out of the house, and the sink. I'm amazed my back doesn't hurt. I've got a good back, apparently, which in karmic terms explains why my front is the mess it is.
However, I don't want to make a career out of this sort of work, for several reasons. "Kitchen-gutter," isn't the most melodious answer to the What Do You Do For a Living question, for one thing.
It's so much prettier to tell people that I bless the rains down in Africa.
Hey, happy August 2009 to you.
Aug. 9th, 2009 @ 09:59 pm
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This might sound like something wee Todd did.... When your high school yearbooks were issued, did anyone else ever flip your copy open to see how your photo turned out, and then mash the page against the facing page in order to see who in your class you were "kissing"? No? just me?
Anyway, some days my self-esteem barely reaches ankle-depth; on days like that, I suspect people only read my journal in order to keep up with what Lisa, AKA dogrl, is up to, so I'll skip ahead and report that she's completed the Asheville leg of her journey unscathed. Applause!
She and her daughter did me the honor of accompanying me to this place here,
which is that former tobacco barn and current antiques store here in Asheville where I bought my mother her birthday present this year... a place Lisa thought would make a pleasant outing for us all.
Was her guess correct? ( Read on, you heroic child! )
Jul. 14th, 2009 @ 11:22 pm
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...to James.
Always witty,
always there,
always courageous,
always true to me,
and such friendship,
such wonderful things in you,
always!
James: I'm your best friend, Mark.
Jul. 13th, 2009 @ 09:26 am
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More fun stuff from
Edith Head...
I post this
for two reasons.
1) Because it's
beautiful and camp
at the same time,
which is nigh impossible
to achieve.
2) Because
David Puterbaugh
didn't use his
Edith Head
User Photo
yesterday
in comments,
and I've been
miserable about
that ever since.
Ooo, wait.
Hang on;
I need
to jam
for a sec:
If you wanna hang out
you've got to
take her out,
Miss Head.
If you wanna get down
[umph!]
down on the ground,
Miss Head.
She don't lie she don't lie she don't
lie...
[total silence]
...Miss Head.
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There. That ought to scare
an Edith Head
User Photo
out of David
Puterbaugh.
I've know him
so long,
and we're in
an anthology together...
I almost feel
like calling him
"Dave Puterbaugh."
You know, like some
guest on a talk show,
ankle crossed over knee,
corduroy lapels spread to
reveal chest hair and
gold medallion
to the late-nite
American
television viewer...
...saying stuff like,
"Yeah, I
was dunebuggying
with Nick Cage
the other day."
...or,
"Chris Atkins
thew this far-out
luau the other night."
It's enough
to make me
wonder if
I could
get away with
uttering, 'Than Burgoine.
: )
In other
news,
my computer needs
a new mouse.
grumblegrumblegrumble
Jun. 5th, 2009 @ 11:15 am
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Listen up, mes anges.
Of late,
and of no
real importance to you,
of coffee I've been
drinking. See?
...whaddup, Abigail! Oh, that miserable
end...
It says it contains
half the caffeine.
But I drink two cups in
the morning, to
get the full dosage.
See how that works?
I'm tapping my forehead.
Now that I have your attention, here's what some rascals did to me.
In yesterday's mail I received
a hardback copy of
Fool for Love. [Click me]
Inside I found the precious autographs of:
Timothy J. Lambert and Becky Cochrane
David Puterbaugh
Shawn Anniston
Famous Author Rob Byrnes
Trebor Healey
Jeffrey Ricker
'Nathan Burgoine
Greg Herren
Included in the envelope was a placecard
with my name on it. It was from the
reading I was supposed to attend,
but couldn't.
It's hard to describe what seeing that
did to my emotions. If it were easy do
you think I'd be running off at the mouth
about coffee? No, I wouldn't.
...what might've been. I don't have to tell you about
that, Abigail, now do I...?
Who's responsible for doing this to me? I'll find out. And
I'll find you heathens. I'll know just where to look,
too, since clearly you're all going to heaven.
Thank you. : )
(Also, I got the freaky voodoo stuff, Lisa. Kiss.)
May. 28th, 2009 @ 10:09 am
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Henry the boxer, limited engagement, appearing nightly in Fool for Love: New Gay Fiction.
May. 23rd, 2009 @ 02:35 am
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They're going to have to come up with a new letter to add to GLBTQ, because I've begun to realize I have a thing for movie theaters, and I refuse to believe I'm the only statistic.
The now-demolished Janus in Greensboro, the Grauman's Chinese and El Capitan in Hollywood, and here's another movie house (no, home) that delights me:
The Theater Tuschinski, in Amsterdam
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May. 21st, 2009 @ 12:41 pm
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...by request, this one goes out to Marika.
Aww, yeahhh. : )
May. 21st, 2009 @ 12:08 am
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While patroling the Internet-- and you didn't know I did that at night while you slept, did you; it keeps my babies safe-- I found a little something for mary919, and hell if I haven't included it in this significant and remarkable entry that will surely find a place in the Mark G. Harris time capsule that we plan on burying sometime this summer....
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May. 19th, 2009 @ 10:57 am
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Listen, you. Remember this old cameraphone picture I took of a poppy, from the dark ages, or 2007?
Here's 2009's real digital camera version....
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May. 7th, 2009 @ 12:37 pm
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Because I worry for dolls, and because they face threats no life insurance policy will cover-- older siblings with scissors, dogs looking for a new chewtoy, microwave ovens and the like-- I've been thinking lately about disaster-proof shelter for them. And there's no disaster worse than a lack of style!
( Why, here's some style, now! )
Apr. 23rd, 2009 @ 12:49 pm
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Hey! Along with Becky Cochrane and Timothy J. Lambert, I'm a proud participant in marikanola's
Project Runway doll challenge
... AKA LJ Runway or Runway Mondays.
In adherence with the rules, I'll soon be posting a design every Monday following the guidelines set by that week's episode of Bravo's Project Runway.
I'm lucky enough to have one super-deluxe Top Model: Hair Wear Teresa® doll to model what I come up with.
She's 11 1/2 inches tall, cannot stand on her own (stand included!) and is meant for ages 6 and up.
Hopefully this entry will explain what my Mondays will be about, and who this Teresa® is. "The facts" are a little dry, though. To liven things up, as Becky did and as Timothy did, I'd like to present a more intimate introduction to my model, with an exclusive interview!
A word of caution: She's a bit much. If you can't stand the heat, step away from the fashionista....
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Jul. 16th, 2008 @ 03:17 pm
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Romance was born thousands of years ago, on a Thursday, I think, and chivalry on the following Saturday. It is still alive to tickle and protect my heart, as exemplified with flair by this: http://www.amazon.com/Coventry-Christmas-Becky-Cochrane/dp/0821780425/sr=8-1/qid=1163354388/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-9374848-0957736?ie=UTF8&s=books
Becky Cochrane, who stops by here and warms the place up periodically, is one of the current torchbearers, but she wields it a little differently than I'm used to, with an arch manipulation of language I can't help but dig. Put "various" and "nefarious," not only in the same sentence, but side-by-side, and I'll label you arch. Do with that piece of info what you will.
During a scene at the vet's, the main character, Keelie, is confronted by the sight of a young, handsome Texas horse doctor, and experiences a moment's pause while discussing her hamster's bedding: "' I usually use shredded toilet paper.' Wait. That sounded wrong. Keep going. He knows you meant for the hamster." Devilry.
I was reading this book in an earlier entry, the one with my clodhoppers, and its timing couldn't have been better. A good book is rarely late, though, it's usually us stupid readers. I haven't scratched the surface of what makes this book (arch) good, but that's what bookstores are for, and I wish this thing mileage to reach hearts not born yet, the way romances older than me patiently still wait. Becky, if you're reading this, a quick question. That quill you write with is a dangerous viper of subversion masquarading as sweetness and light, and I want to know: where can I buy one?
By the way, I wonder how many Fern Michaels fans will experience a happy accident in the coming months and years....
Edit: It sounds like I'm wishing something sinister on Fern Michaels' fans. I'm sure you know I meant, I wonder how many of them will experience the happy accident of bringing home this book instead of Fern's.
Oct. 24th, 2006 @ 10:28 pm
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