ThatBlog: Nice Grrls Get Eaten

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Are you Dead?

DiedOnline.com – The Internets first ever death notification system!

How would all your online friends know if you died? Although I’ve also thought about this it still seems kind of morbid and twisted in a black humour sort of way.

In my case it would be useless. Although I’m tempted to join I KNOW I would never remember to login by my due date. Everyone would think I was dead when, in fact, I was just disorganized.

What is a BlogWhore?

lizvang.com

I noticed the BlogWhore thing a week ago. I went to check it out but never really found any answer to the universal question…. "What is a blogwhore?"

sigh Why did I ever expect the universe to co-operate. Silly me.

Anyway, Liz is in the running to be a blogwhore. She must certainly know what a blogwhore is. Mabye, she’ll whisper the secret to me.

One thing, her blog is sucking the life out of my web connection. Only a true blog whore would have that many big files on her pages. I may lack a lot of sophistication and technical wizardry but my blog loads in a few seconds.

Is that something to be proud of? Oh well, take it where you can get it. 😉

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This was in Liz’s blog. GeoURL, another way to find bloggers in your neighbourhood.

I put the link and graphic on my front page.

Are We There Yet?

This week in WordCraft…

Are we there yet?

Isn’t is a good thing we have kids to remind us what’s important? How often do you look ahead and think of the time when you will be there? Where is there? If you aren’t really sure it’s time you made plans and put them in writing. Where do you want to be in your writing? Is it a career or a hobby? What’s your genre of choice, what’s your style? Fiction or non-fiction? Would you be happy as a freelance writer forever or would you like to become a publisher, a magazine editor, or someone who writes best selling romance novels or technical masterpieces known to only a select few?

Are you there yet?

What is there for you? How successful, famous, wealthy or happy do you need to be to be there? Which matters most? Is fame what will be there for you? Then you need to think about making yourself famous. Consider publicity, get your name known. If it’s wealth, then learn more about contracts, collecting your money and maybe using an agent. If it’s happiness that will be there for you… you’re on your own. Everyone has a different version of what makes them happy.

How do you get there?

What a silly question… you write yourself into it!

What if you’re already there and you just don’t see it?

Make a list of your achievements. Take time to get any you may have forgotten or don’t think of as all that great. Now, think of where you were when you decided you wanted to write. Would that list seem impressive? Could you be closer to being there than you thought? If not, make plans. Decide what you need to do to get on track and stay there until you get there.

Happy writing.

Wallflower Guide

I’m a wallflower in disguise. What’s a wallflower? The word is old fashioned but lovely, I’ve always thought. A wallflower is a shy or unpopular woman who sits alone, by the wall, at social occasions and events. A flower on the wall. That’s me but you wouldn’t know it. I’ve learned all kinds of clever disguises.I pretend you see. I pretend I’m not intimidated by everyone. I pretend I’m just as normal as everyone else. But, I know I’m pretending. Now and then I forget, or I choose to forget. But then reality creeps in and I remember that I’m really just a wallflower, quite out of her natural element.

Someday this might make a good topic for Bewitching Vagabond. Not tonight though, I’ve got to be up early for work.

Wallflower Take a Chance on Me

There’s a wallflower song. I don’t think I’ve ever heard it. I like the words.

Wallflower, wallflower
Won’t you dance with me?
I’m sad and lonely too.
Wallflower, wallflower
Won’t you dance with me?
I’m fallin’ in love with you.

Just like you I’m wondrin’ what I’m doin’ here.
Just like you I’m wondrin’ what’s goin’ on.

Wallflower, wallflower
Won’t you dance with me?
The night will soon be gone.

I have seen you standing in the smoky haze
And I know that you’re gonna be mine one of these days,
Mine alone.

Wallflower, wallflower
Take a chance on me.
Please let me ride you home.

Bob Dylan

A Wallflower in Disguise

Added a new phrase to my Adult column. “A wallflower in disguise.” It’s so perfect. Cute even.

Dmoz Griping and Swollen Heads

Open Directory Public Forum

Just came across this. Not sure if it’s really all that useful. I read some of it and decided not to register and not keep the URL even. Far too many swollen egos on both sides. At times I think there are too many persnickity nitpickers, niggling over the skimpiest details that really don’t seem to matter one dot. Sometimes they seem so small minded you wonder what keeps their head inflated that big. It’s very frustrating to try to get anything accomplished. These days I just give up and work along as it is.

Not all of them are frustrating people, some are human. But the few that are not (or at least don’t think they are) have really spoiled things. You would not believe what a great community Dmoz once was, so long ago. I miss all that. I’ve really stuck with it because I’ve put too much into it to let it go to pot now. Not that I’m putting in anything like the effort and time I did before. You can’t be that obsessed unless you feel joy along with passion.

Not that it would die off without me, I’m under no illusions in that regard. But, I like to keep my areas maintained, at least not see them become wastelands. We aren’t supposed to call them "our" areas. But, when you are the only person active in maintaining an area it does become personal. I don’t see how you can avoid that.

Anyway, my brother is here to use the other computer to check his email. He shovelled the snow while I made him soup but he’s rearing to get online now.

The Old Soldier

This came in the newsletter from the Legion. My Dad joined the Legion but I picked it up since he’s in Florida. There was a cute snowman graphic photocopied on the front and this was on the back:

The Old Soldier

Medals such meagre payments for priceless years willingly thrown away,
Are taken from their casual resting place in bureau drawers,
And proudly polished to a sheen brass buttons once were given.
Then pinned to coats by hands less steady than when they held the gun
The faint notes of Reveille can be heard or are they just imagined –
As a final wipe is given to already gleaming shoes.
The dark blue tam is tugged to a familiar cocky angle
And the old soldiers, downing something to ward off November’s chill, fall in once more.
The ranks are even thinner this year than each had feared.
A different foe – old age – aided perhaps by too many glasses drained to numb the painful legacy of war.
Has claimed another score or more of comrades
Bringing home to those remaining the realization that this might be their last parade.
Not time for that, the pipes and drums have sounded
It’s effort enough to keep in step on a route that lengthens every year
Nor is it shortened by the knowledge that the crowd of onlookers has also thinned
And some have come to jeer, not pay respects as others did before
Some of the scoffers, too young to ever hand been touched by war.
Snicker when the bugler falters as he plays Taps
They smirk at each other as the Speaker intones “Lest we forget”
While a thousand eyes look up at them sadly
And five hundred hearts whisper, “if you only knew”.

Tom Douglas.

Happy Little Smileys

I like those little smiley graphics. I’ve stored plenty of them on my hard drive thinking to make a webpage of them some day. But, to what purpose? So, maybe I will delete them and give my hard drive a break.Meanwhile there are a ton of links out there, as I have discovered tonight. I’m listing them in a new smiley Dmoz category, slowly but eventually.

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Creative Mistakes
“Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.” ~ Scott Adams ~

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Sex KittenSex-Kitten.net ~ Home of playful, modern pin-up women

Yes, of course that’s me in the picture! 😀

Laura’s Room: Some feisty opinions, heartfelt thoughts, & fantasies from our Canadian grrl (you know they are secretly trying to rule the world!)

Cute description too. Gracie wrote it. So what do you think of my boudoir?

I’ve also been asked to write for another website, Marquis de Libertine. I’ve decided to do it but haven’t made any breath catching plans for what I will write. Sometimes the best stuff just pops into my head when I’m sitting with the keyboard and space to write.

That Song

They’ve just started that song, "Let me be your Hero", on the radio station I’m listening to. That was the song of my divorce. I’ll never be able to hear that song without feeling near tears or some other emotion. So much to feel for just a few words.

Part of it all is that I doubt I’ll ever have any of that. Too old, too un-pretty, too hard to trust or believe, too unlikely that anyone will look at me that way.

Let me be your hero

Would you dance
If I asked you to dance?
Would you run
And never look back?
Would you cry
If you saw me crying?
And would you save my soul, tonight?

Would you tremble
If I touched your lips?
Would you laugh?
Oh please tell me this.
Now would you die
For the one you loved?
Hold me in your arms, tonight.

I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.

Would you swear
That you’ll always be mine?
Or would you lie?
would you run and hide?
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don’t care…
You’re here tonight.

I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.

Oh, I just want to hold you.
I just want to hold you.
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
Well I don’t care…
You’re here tonight.

I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
I can be your hero.
I can kiss away the pain.
And I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
You can take my breath away.

I can be your hero

Listening to that song is like picking at a big scab and wondering how long it would take to bleed to death.