Posted 05 January 2013 - 01:14 AM
jimmary - there are times when I kick myself because I could have been retired from the military by now. I got out at the first opportunity I had (3½ years) because they got rid of my job field. But what's the use in worrying about something like that? It is what it is. Oh! And as far as me, being across the country from you...it's by choice. Probably because of the "pants situation" you've mentioned. (sliding my chair further east...)
Since it was brought up (about this time of year...), my birthday is Dec 31, so it's my time to go off and meditate (not much fun, kneeling in the snow in the middle of the woods, but what the heck...?) about the year that's ending (and how I might do better in the following year). Since this last birthday was the big 5-0hmygodreally?, I took longer than usual - taking as much as I could from the years before into special consideration: people who've had an affect on my life (for good or bad), mistakes I've made (and how I might have missed any "warning signs") and what I could do to avoid those same mistakes, situations that have put my life on its current course, etc. I usually finish my meditations with a better acceptance of the way my life is, and better focus on things that I need to keep doing, or things that I need to improve on. It's not always easy because I do forget that there are reasons for certain things being the way they are. It may sound strange, but it's my faith and I'm sticking to it.
I sincerely hope that everybody's new year is better than they could ever hope for. Remember: we're all in this world together. Don't be the one who messes it up. For anybody.
Posted 06 January 2013 - 12:02 PM
Posted 07 January 2013 - 09:38 AM
Good advice to WW; I could use that myself. I post my stuff on Facebook, either silly postings or replies to postings of someone else. I even get friends from other friends because they just want to read any crazy comedic stuff I may post. And if my wife gets involved, well...let's just say I have been a good/bad influence on her comedically.
So where do you post your music? I would be interested in hearing some as well. I'm musically inclined, though I haven't played an instrument since seventh grade.
Meditating is something that I should probably do,but I'm too reactive to the moment, so I almost never set aside time to do anything. My moments on the bus to and from work usually allow for me to contemplate matters, if I'm not reading.
I hope everyone has a great day.
Posted 07 January 2013 - 09:53 AM
Posted 07 January 2013 - 02:02 PM
As for my recordings...? Well, I don't currently have them available online, though I've been toying with the idea of putting them on "soundcloud", allowing me to throw them onto Facebook. But I'm still in the process of "cleaning" them up a little - getting rid of little noises and stuff (hey - I recorded them on tape...that's how old they are!), like occasional static "ticks" and whatnot. But I'm getting close to inflicting these recordings upon the world, in general. There will be the obligatory notices that I can't sing, but the lawyers are working on the proper wording of that notice (so, it could take a while). I've got a couple, ready to go, but I want a few more so that there'd be a little bit of a variety (like buckshot - does more damage than a single pellet). As you might be able to tell, I'm super-critical of my singing (or my attempts at such).
Thanks jimmary for the belated birthday wishes. It was a quite birthday. Just me and an 18 year old bottle of Jameson. At my age, it's the only 18 year old I could get! buh-dum!
Oh...and when I reach the ocean, my chair is made of wood. I'm not worried. It'll float. I think.
Posted 07 January 2013 - 03:12 PM
I did remember you on the 31st. Meanderer, but couldn't get to the computer. So happy belated birthday to you! This year will bring many blessings to you, I know that for sure.
Posted 07 January 2013 - 03:25 PM
Well, whenever you get around to getting it into listenerable conditions (removing your voice from the recording), then let us know and we'll take a listen. By the way, on occasion I have been told I can sing, but I think they were just being nice...or tasteless when it comes to singing.
WW, get to writing. Make sure the story has exploding zombies, flaming kittens (or puppies, depending on your preference), naked old ladies playing Twister, and me shaving my back in preperation of any kind of ritual involving said naked old ladies playing Twister. Oh, and a plot; those seem to be important, I guess.
Hi, Puti; glad to see you back. Sounds like you need a rest.
Posted 07 January 2013 - 09:13 PM
I've got 5 recordings, lined up and ready to go (I'm contemplating adding another one, just for maximum damage)...all I have to do is take them off "private" mode and release them upon the world. I'll sneak back here and put up the soundcloud link when the "you-know-what" hits the fan.
jimmary - if I end up in the ocean and the chair decided not to float, I might hitch up with migrating whales...you'd have to look for the one with the goatee. haha I don't think your fishing license covers migratory sea mammals, so I'm pretty sure I'm safe.
White Witch...get writing! I've got my readin' specs on.
Posted 07 January 2013 - 09:22 PM
Posted 08 January 2013 - 09:46 AM
Looking forward to hearing the recordings.
Posted 08 January 2013 - 09:48 AM
Posted 08 January 2013 - 12:00 PM
At night when alone she weeps.
In the early morning hours she speaks to him.
Mid morning she gazes out at the garden remembering him.
By late afternoon she has cried herself to exhaustion.
Supper comes and goes with tea and toast his chair empty.
Mid evening boxes of photos surround her.
Gently she strokes his face in the photograph.
Late evening she stares at the bed they shared.
The imprint of his head still in the feather pillow.
The scent of his cologne still on the sheets.
By midnight they are dancing in her dream.
At night when alone she weeps.
Posted 08 January 2013 - 12:29 PM
Posted 08 January 2013 - 02:39 PM
I'm sorry, that's a lie. I am such a fat, single task-performing fat liar who it fat...and lies. People follow me down the street, poking me with sticks and teasing me with "Ha-ha; he can only do one thing at a time!" or "He's fat; look how far my stick sinks in his back-fat! Aw, it's stuck; now where am I going to get another fat-poking stick?!", or even "Hey, buddy, can you spare a dollar? You must have one stuck in one of those fat folds there." The worst was "You just need to be shot because you can't do two things at once, you fat, non-doing-two-things-at-once failure stupied poo-poo face!" Boy, mothers can be cruel.
By the way, WW, that is a really nice poem. You touched the emotion of the loss.
Posted 08 January 2013 - 02:57 PM
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