I haven't been to UM forum in.... years? I'd have to check the dates. It's been a long time.
Off to see if it's the same science vs. religion debating, photo manipulation revealing, conspiracy theorizing, it-wasn't-a-ghost-it-was-probably-swamp-gas-from-Venus (ha!) -ing place it was back then.
I believe in reincarnation. I believe my son is the reincarnation of my mother's father. Just laying out the 'facts' so the rest makes sense.
My son is 15 now and hasn't said anything about his past life in a very long time. (He did semi-regularly up until about age 4.) He started writing a story the other day and named the main character with the same first name and very slightly different last name than my grandfather's name. When he showed me his first few paragraphs he said, "It's kinda a s
I have come to believe that people who make sweeping generalizations about groups of people have very small minds.
They must be small, since they are incapable of entertaining an infinite number of possibilities of character, belief and attitude. Indeed, they are incapable of entertaining even a small multiple of possibilities.
Generalization p***es me off. It is a serious detriment to a peaceful world.
Cup of icy lemonade in hand, I stopped in the living room for a perusal of the front garden on the way back to work at my computer. There was a woman and a little boy staring at the flowers in the garden.
This happens a lot. No worries. The gardens are lovely.
So I stand there, sipping my lemony goodness, and watch them pointing and chatting about this flower and that flower.
And then...
... they begin to pick the flowers. Not just one or two - that is forgivable - but great handfuls
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!!!!!
I'm in a p***y mood.
There are three (types of) people I cannot stand:
1) People who feel sorry for me and gush about "Oh, poor you...."
2) People who think self-employed means lots of free time to do whatever THEY want.
3) My father (who is very closely tied to #2)
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This neighbor..... she's a nice enough woman when she waves from the driveway. But she's getting nosier and nosier and enjoys clucking her tongue at different things. "Oh, that car doesn't wo
Fiction writers who post their work in public, looking for comments, and then get nasty if you do anything less than give them a b-j for their adolescent ramblings.
John walked into the room. He was six foot two and muscular. He saw Muffy and thought she was beautiful. She had long blonde hair and big green eyes. He walked up to her and kissed her.
AGH! How can you NOT criticize something like that?
And please.... don't get on my about my spelling tonight. It's just not on.
Serious
I should have known what I was getting myself into.
I should have been more careful.
It all started innocently enough, an invitation for lunch at a local diner. I had a turkey sub, hold the onions. He had a ham sandwich.
Four weeks later we were living together in a little apartment with a leaky faucet in the kitchen and drafty windows. Was it love? It was something. We spent the days working for our pay, and came back home to snuggle in the queen-sized bed. Money was tight, but we d
....is oozing out of most of my bodily orifices.
Except the ones that would be REALLY gross to have green slime oozing out of.
I've been sick for a week. My kids are sick. Besided the green slime issues, I am totally and utterly POOPED. (Although I hate that term.)
Doesn't help that it's November and I'm trying to do NaNoWriMo. Maybe good, or I'd be simply wallowing in my green slime.
I've caught a bad
Wahhh....
This isn't meant as a complaint or a "woe-is-me" whimper or anything like that... really. My life is just fine, thanks.
I think I might be feral - you know, like those kids raised by wolves. Not that I growl a lot and eat raw meat...
I have no social skills... I guess. It always strikes me odd that people talk to friends on the phone every day, or go out with them every week. Strange. Really, really alien.
I'm a friendly sort, intelligent, good sense of humor. Introverted, but it's n
The blank slate
the empty stare
I talked to a man
who wasn't there
He told me secrets
secret things
He fed me dreams
dark things with wings
Tomorrow comes
red creep and dash
Dreams and memory
my life made trash
(insert deep red nothingness here)
Sunflower seeds - whole ones, no shell - are the worst possible things to get stuck in tooth crevasses.
"One would not be in such danger, from the wiles of a stranger, if one's own kin and kith, were more fun to be with." Ogden Nash
Oh boy do I need a stranger!
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5 Minute Writing Prompt Exercsie of the Day!
She always said, "I'm in a period of adjustment."
She always said, "I'm in a period of adjustment." But Mike never really knew if she was speaking metaphorically,
Act One: Play Acting
The seam on her husband's midnight blue jacket offended her. The stitching was even, perfected by candlelight by malcontents in some back corner of a sweatshop in the city. The fabric gleamed along the edge, knife sharp and starched to stay that way for millennia. Its perfection was an affront to the magnitude of imperfection looming closer.
She clenched her teeth against the next glassy pain stabbing through her abdomen. She glanced away from the stage for a moment, d
If time travel (a time machine whatever) will ever be invented in the future, wouldn't there be people around right now that have used it to come back to now?
(( This is something I just found on an old floppy disk - dated 1994. I was 20 at the time I wrote this. Funny. ))
Swimming Upstream in the River Styx
Introduction:
I toyed with this idea for about 20 minutes one evening in February before sitting down at my computer. Originally this was meant to be a rant; a ‘vent’ if you will, about the sad state of affairs as I see it. But it morphed into something much bigger. That little guy on my left shoulder started whispering, “No one’s goi
Was introduced to a very nice guy today.... introduced as Nick Plopopotamus, which I'm sure is not his real name. He laughed in that good-natured 'old joke' kinda way. Good looking, dark haired Greek guy whose father owns a restaraunt near where I live. I was out to lunch with the only "girl" I could possibly stand. "Doing lunch with the girls," is not in my repetoire. Said "girl" is a 40-something 'butch' truck-driver I met during my short stint working at the thermometer factory.
If I w
She waited naked in the vat.
How could he tell her that he ached for
an archaic tumble between crisp white sheets?
He wiped a hand disconsoledly across his dripping crimson lips.
Does a mortal man enjoy sex on a bed of lettuce?
.... I just sat there and let her.....
Billy Bragg floating around in my head. I think I was the only one in my high school class who had ever actually heard of the man.
I've been enterring too many writing contests lately (little dinky things, nothing outstanding) and keep forgetting about them till the last minute. I never win, but its not because I suck at writing. I'm quite good (blows on fingers and rubs them on my shirt). It's just that I write fantasy.... and weird fantasy as well
I've taken to smiling vapidly while going about my regular business. It's not a secretive or knowing smile, merely a slight upturn of the lips that will probably give me wrinkles around my mouth. I'm already getting horizontal lines grooved into my forehead. Where's my grey hair? I'm almost 33, damn it. Been through a <beep> storm and a half in my life. I deserve some <beep>ing grey hair already.
Though actually, I won't be getting grey hair ever since I'm a redhead. We get
I haven't been to the forum in days, it seems. I used to check it for new posts religiously each night. I don't feel the same anymore.
For a week now I've stuck pretty rigidly to my 'not enough time in the day' plan. I've been getting up earlier - before 7:00am - and working through lunch. Pushing bedtime back to 1:00am most nights.
I'm either happy or I'm delerious. Deleriously happy? Let's not push it.
The day I was born, my Mom popped a pacifier into my mouth. I sucked on it pret
I was just perusing some past posts and came across this personality test one. My results are thus:
It's rather disheartening to realize that its pretty much spot on. Well... I'm not really suspicious... and I'm not necessarily submissive either. Everything else... um... yeah.
I have this feeling that this year, 2007 (well, obviously... what other year would I be talking about?) is going to involve a lot of change for me.
Just about 1 year since my ex-fiance dumped me now. Seven ye
Hmm..... Where should I move?
Maine or somewhere rural in Virginia?
Virginia is closer to family (so they can visit) and does have a longer growing season.....
Hmm..... decisions.....
Wow... I typed this out a while ago and just never published it... Damn that "Draft" button.
My incredibly clumsy son, E, decided to throw himself headfirst at a computer monitor that I have sitting in the corner of the boys' room until after the holidays. I'm writing an article in the next room when I hear a "thunk" then the wailing screams of a seriously injured 8 year old.
Seven steps into the next room and there's blood pouring down his face from a split open eyebrow. I grab the nearest thing - a pair of his underwear (clean from the laundry basket) and start mopping up the bloo