Bit of a rant
Moocher
go on-line to post and there you all are - GONE. AGAIN. I was mad enuff
before that without that as well. And how much of all this viciousness is
down to just little ol' me and how much of it is down to that Nicodemon - I
ain't got a clue.
I expect you'll all come back - in your own good time - you have before.
But now I'm noticing that even when you do come back - you don't ALL come
back. And not in the order of posting either. So I'm waffling up a storm
that's outta date. Just tried the deja wotsit and find that some of my
posts been responded to and I never gottit - it's on that place but it ain't
here. I HATE not answering people who answer me - even some people who
never did answer me - I just like the opportunity to butt in there and land
'em with a bit of my waffle sometimes. But I don't wanna be telling people
about how gutsy they are for their quit and then find later that they'd
slipped before I told them that, for ratarse' sake. It's 'orrible. It's
crass. I don't like crass. It's outta place. (Mind you I think they're
even more gutsy if they slip and then come back here and say so and then
quit again). But it's still not right if it ain't in the right place - my
waffle I mean. Generally my waffle is directed at someone - I see them
while I'm waffling at them.
This ain't, of course. This is just waffle. This is just waffle to me
really. This is my fingers waffling. One of my major problems is that I
work for myself - as in freelance, as in self-employed - I've never taken a
break for a fag - I've always had a fag and carried on working. Most of my
work in the last 6ish years has been either with a paint brush (pictures not
walls) or with the computer. I even have a special ashtray that I can lay
my paintbrushes down on as well as my fag. No, I never tried to paint with
the fag but I did often dip the paintbrush in the ashtray - this is more
disgusting than it sounds because I, generally, paint in watercolour and the
best way to shape the brush is to dip it in the water and then put it in
your mouth and pull it back out through your lips. Yeah - yeucccccccch -
sometimes when I put it in the ashtray first.
I work best when I'm smoking. Always have. I also in the last few years
have engaged my brain in medical writing - as in writing up narratives on
clinical trials for pharmaceutical type people - taking the files of
patients, lab test results, blah, blah, blah and kind of interrogating the
information - and writing it up. (Some of it is very sad - not sure I can
cope - my fault - shouldn't turn numbers into people should I? No.)
Requires minute attention to detail. That's where my miniature painting
came in handy - same thing. Joe asked me what I did for a living - that's
why it's on my mind I expect. Also it's on my mind because it all has to
change now - serious life change coming up - another day for that one -
ain't worked it out myself yet. Also on my mind because without a smoke I
can't paint. Without a smoke I can't work. Have no motivation whatsoever
to get down to it, not to mention the mountains of stuff that's piled up in
last few months while having the nightmare with son in hospital wards etc
and now not-smoking. Why did I choose now? I must be really stupid.
I don't like committing myself and then letting the side down. Ain't my
style. Don't want to do it now just because of a poxie bastid machine
thingey. Makes me think of my landlord - shit, I hope he never sees this -
spent his life making sure he never committed to anything or anyone - what
happens? I bring a dog into the house. He falls for dog. Dog falls for
him. Ain't never seen nuffink like it. Those two like Siamese twins. Man
proud and walks tall. Dog the same. All because they know each other.
What happens? July this year dog's kidneys fail him. That dog's kidneys
failed us too. Heartbreaking. The Man just knows he was always right to
not commit. Can't argue with that. The worst hurt he's ever had and I
tellya he ain't had an easy life. Change subject here - throat closed up.
Can't see screen. Fingers know keyboard well though so will continue
because don't know what else to do. Don't know where to put myself. Feel
like pounding something, feel like screaming, feel like being completely
unreasonable. Why? Because I can.
Think I'll just nip out and kick hell out of ALL the cars in the street just
in case some of them have owners who mistreat their animals as well.
You know - I'm not used to this stuff. I'm the strong one. Always have
been. And here I am crapping away onto a group of people who never did me
any harm. Ain't right.
My heart's pounding away here (just as well really but I meant - more than
usual), breath tight, feel shaky - look at that - was going to write a piece
about panic attacks for anyone who wanted to read it - and a piece about
IGBusters inc seeing as how there were so many new people around who really
could do with this essential information and also so many Irritating Gits
manifesting themselves all over the place. Can't do that just now - just
know that if I did it would get lost somewhere - might never show up again
and I'd get mad all over again. Whereas if this thing wot I'm writing now
never shows up it ain't no loss to nobody. Anybody else get dizzy as well?
Is it just me? Not really dizzy - just a little dizzy and you start to walk
in one direction and then change your mind but it's too late you just carry
on in the first direction like it or lump it. Dizzy now - of course, that
could just be the result of being in a stinking temper.
Don't mess with me just now!
Yeah, yeah - do, do, - wanna kill someone.
That reminds me - rolled on floor this morning, hysterical, stomach cramps,
the lot - that Michael's jackasses - that just creased me. It also brought
to mind the obvious need in the Irritating Git Busters instruction manual
for a subset of instruction for dealing with jackasses - need to recruit
some JackAssKickers to go about their duty with the regular IGBuster guys I
reckon.
Wanted to write a piece to just sort out that Jez, too - catching me out
like that - no-one else caught on did they? Ha! Gotcha. Jez did though -
can't get one past that lad. Oh, no. Only one to realise that, in fact, I
was a double agent all along. A double double agent in fact. Yup - a git
pretending to be a GitBuster pretending to be a git pretending to be a
GitBuster - shite where did I get to? Where am I? Who's that I'm talking
to? Who am I?
I dunno - just sitting here (again) waffling away (again).
That reminds me of some work I did in the local university here - went into
lectures with deaf students - they had a lap top, I had a lap top - two were
connected. I would listen to lecturer, get it all down on my lap top -
would go straight through into deaf student's lap top so he or she could be
part of the thing in real time. Really neat - loved doing that. Buggared
me shoulder - actually it was already buggared - that's why don't paint
miniatures any more - but buggared it some more - typing at 95wpm whilst
editing and making sense of it at same time pretty stressful on shouilders I
guess. Actually, I don't believe that - I think it was carrying the lap top
around that did it. Bloody stupid - Toshiba gotta be heaviest on the
market. Bloody stupid. Damn neat idea though don't you think for those
deaf students? I thought it was brilliant - I was really pleased I could do
it. I loved those students too - they were really cool. We'd be in a
lecture and I'd be typing furiously away and the student might turn to me
and sign - 'What a git that lecturer is' - I couldn't take my fingers off
keyboard so I'd type in in the middle of the lecture notes something like:
'Too right matey - total git - total irritating git. Right tea towel
holder' (no - that's not true only just learnt that one (thanks Jez) but
something like that).
Only trouble was, I discovered, the first time it happened. at the end of
the lecture the lecturer wanted a transcript of what I'd typed for himself.
Lazy bastid - it was his lecture he should already have had notes instead of
asking for the deaf students' property - served him right when he found out
he was a right tea towel holder. Got hauled over the coals for that one.
They'd roll fags too in the lectures because my fingers were busy on the lap
top - so we'd have time between lectures to have a couple of smokes. Oh,
yeah - those were the days. Sometimes I think that. Not always - hardly
ever actually - don't live in the past, me - have no time for the present if
I did. Just getting a little nostalgic here.
Oh, cripes - I'm in front room - can see man looking in window - he's
snarling and making funny motions with his hands - looks very much like the
man with no cat flap - the man with the dead car - kicked to death that
car - right, I'm off - go sort out this bastid!
Right I'm going to send this now - dunno if it'll get anywhere anytime.
Just dunno. Going crazy here. I'm totally totally pissed off. Really
really don't know if it's me or if it's that ol' Nico person. Could be me -
I hate inanimate objects. Really really do. In fact we should have another
subset in the IGBusters manual for inanimate gits too.
Bloody hell - he's hammering on the door now - right, you
bastid...................!!!!!!!!!!!!
Diane M
you and thinking about you and sending you our best thoughts. Rant, complain,
whine, joke, or whatever. Heck, even if the posts didn't come through. Some
of my best rants were writted while driving between work and home and never
posted, but they kept me from stopping for smokes along the way. :-) Of
course, it would be our loss. :-(
BTW, the following phrase (From your Waffle post) is ... well ... WONDERFUL!!!
How do you come up with these?
"I am as chuffed as fluffy balls with my waffle maker!!!!"
Diane M. 3M+ (who is thinking of moving to England just to listen to people
talk! I love accents!)
carol...@pop.tcsn.uswest.net
to shape oil painting brushes, too. Clean well in whatever else you use, then
wash with Fels Naptha soap and water. Then shape. God, I'm glad that I never set
one down in an ashtray! I don't think I smoked much when I was painting, I was
too absorbed in what I was doing. Same thing with sewing and hand quilting, I may
have had a cigarette burning but didn't smoke it while working. Silly thing to
do!
Keep it up, you two. Makes for a very entertaining hour when I sit down to
audit what is happening with the group.
Carolyn in The Old Pueblo
Victoria wrote:
> > my paintbrushes down on as well as my fag. No, I never tried to paint with
> > the fag but I did often dip the paintbrush in the ashtray - this is more
> > disgusting than it sounds because I, generally, paint in watercolour and the
> > best way to shape the brush is to dip it in the water and then put it in
> > your mouth and pull it back out through your lips. Yeah - yeucccccccch -
> > sometimes when I put it in the ashtray first.
>
> ROFL I am painted with watercolor off and on over the years, and this
> was always my favorite way to shape a brush! Fortunately for me, I never
> laid it in the ashtray first though. Guess that's why I am just an
> amateur.
>
carol...@pop.tcsn.uswest.net
Just a ray of hope for all of you artistic types out there. I've been
more or less "blocked" from my writing for a while, it's been painful. But I
notice that this past few weeks the ideas are coming back, the old fingers can
start to work things out again. I have no real reason for the so-called
block, but I do know that for the last five years I was married I had no joy
in music, either. Just a few months ago that joy started to return. I can
play guitar again, and I dream of having a piano once more. I actually choose
to listen to music instead of NPR some evenings. And now the writing is
coming back. I think the smoking quit had a lot to do with my mind clearing
up at last. What a great benefit!
Just my two cents on that subject. By the way, I remember reading
something by a writing teacher who wrote in the 1920s that smoking cigarettes
and drinking alcohol were two of the worst impediments to the artist's true
creativity. Hmmmmm . . ..
Carolyn in The Old Pueblo
Joe Laughter wrote:
> >Also on my mind because without a smoke I
> >can't paint. Without a smoke I can't work.
> >
>
> Susan, what's this? Can't paint! That's terrible! maybe...
>
<snip>
Joe Laughter
Good to see ya' swinging through!
Tune up your fingers and lay some words on us!
Joe
In article <382A14FF...@pop.tcsn.uswest.net>, carol...@uswest.net wrote:
> Hey there, Joe, my buddy!
> Just a ray of hope for all of you artistic types out there. I've been
> more or less "blocked" from my writing for a while, it's been painful. But I
> notice that this past few weeks the ideas are coming back, the old fingers can
> start to work things out again. I have no real reason for the so-called
> block, but I do know that for the last five years I was married I had no joy
> in music, either. Just a few months ago that joy started to return. I can
> play guitar again, and I dream of having a piano once more. I actually choose
> to listen to music instead of NPR some evenings. And now the writing is
> coming back. I think the smoking quit had a lot to do with my mind clearing
> up at last. What a great benefit!
> Just my two cents on that subject. By the way, I remember reading
> something by a writing teacher who wrote in the 1920s that smoking cigarettes
> and drinking alcohol were two of the worst impediments to the artist's true
> creativity. Hmmmmm . . ..
> Carolyn in The Old Pueblo
>
> Joe Laughter wrote:
>
> > >Also on my mind because without a smoke I
> > >can't paint. Without a smoke I can't work.
> > >
> >
Moocher
mine wouldn't you? That's Ok - I forgive you. Or, at least, I don't think
it's mine - I think 'chuffed' has been around a long time - not sure where
the 'fluffy balls' came from - don't think it was mine. Jez would know I
expect.
Tell me when you're moving to England Diane, I wanna make sure my house
don't reed too much. hehehehehe (sorry - but it does have enormous
possibilities you know. As in for example, Jeez, take that reedy kid away.
Hey man, reed this mouldy book. hehehe. Sorry. Sorry)
Susan (cracking up faster than usual under the strain of not seeing you guys
for MOST of the day!)
Fred who wants to reed the roses along life's thorny path:- One week, three
days, 20 hours, 35 minutes and 40 seconds. 271 cigarettes not smoked, saving
£18.73. Life saved: 22 hours, 35 minutes.
Diane M wrote in message <38290FDE...@succeed.net>...
Moocher
I may have led you up the garden path - much as I hate to even just possibly
disrupt a theory. For me to say 'I can't paint' is the equivalent of me
simply saying 'I can't work'. I can't work because I have always smoked and
worked. I can't work because the work itself is the biggest trigger for me.
I can't work because, since the quit, I have no motivation to work
whatsoever.
However, what must not be overlooked is that it's impossible for me to work
because I'm spending all my time with you guys, reading about you guys,
writing to you guys, thinking about you guys, thinking about writing to you
guys. And just occasionally doing other fun things too - but no work.
I do not mean that I can't paint. I have no doubt in my mind whatsoever
that if I could work then I could paint. I don't mean that I feel as though
I've lost the ability to paint - I mean I have lost the motivation to do
so - but not because it's 'painting' - but because it's work and it's so
totally tied up with smoking.
Your point about the intolerance of a nicotine-free brain - yeah I'll go
with that - I think it's great - it might be scary (I seem to remember
someone saying it was scary) - but it's great - here we are - stripped down
to the raw. Great! Let's leap into those rushing, scary, white foamed,
teeth-chillingly freezing waters. Take your breath away time. Tingle time.
Alive time.
So, Joe - what's your new career going to be?
Susan
Fred says he wants to be a noppo when he grows up:- One week, four days, 9
hours, 10 minutes and 49 seconds. 284 cigarettes not smoked, saving £19.63.
Life saved: 23 hours, 40 minutes.
Joe Laughter wrote in message ...
>>Also on my mind because without a smoke I
>>can't paint. Without a smoke I can't work.
>>
>
>Susan, what's this? Can't paint! That's terrible! maybe...
>
>I can't paint. I never could. It really bugs me that I can't. I can
>make music, and music is good. To be able to share emotions with others
>through music is nice. But, I can't paint.
>
>Like many people that can't paint, I go to extreme lengths to try to
>capture something with a camera. Perhaps climb a mountain and shoot a
>couple hundred pictures and hope that one of them will have something to
>say. But they usually don't. No, the eye of the camera is somewhat
>cold. It's not an artist' brush. An artist has heart and passion. Their
>emotion covers the canvas in all it's splendor and is passed along to
>anyone that will see!
>
>That's why we build buildings to hold paintings. So that those paintings
>can speak to others. We don't do that for photographs... No need.
>
>I've been watching folks in this group pretty closely this last couple of
>months. The rants are really interesting to me. There is something in
>there... something in common. I don't think I'm quite ready to make a
>conclusion yet, but I'm getting closer.
>
>One thing, I think I see in nicotine withdrawal, is that the brain is less
>tolerant when it comes to "putting up with things it doesn't like." It's
>almost like a truth serum. Instead of passively going along day to day,
>putting up with things and doing things because that's what it did
>yesterday, it's starting to speak out. It's like, "Hey, I have something
>to say! Listen up!"
>
>Thing is, we aren't used to hearing it speak like that. And, we don't
>necessarily understand what it is talking about.
>
>I'm having a hard time engineering. My brain doesn't want to do it. On
>the other hand, I can make music like never before! At first, I thought
>it was just my body. More energy, better oxygen transport, blah blah
>blah. But, I paid closer attention to what my music was saying. Sure,
>the physical skills improvement was there, but there was a newer, deeper,
>more intense passion! The emotions just pour out...
>
>What does this mean? An artist that suddenly can't art and an engineer
>that suddenly can? Humm, very interesting...
>
>Exciting times, I'd say! I'd say, exciting times.
>
>All my best,
>Joe
Moocher
note - ask the neighbours - no, don't ask the neighbours, take it from me.
One day I will learn an instrument. Oh, yes! One day when I've worked out
what the hell I'm going to be doing for a living - better be quick before I
starve. Please send food hampers to The Attic or should it be, The Garret?
I'm sorry to hear you've been 'blocked' from your writing - I can't imagine
the horrors of that, the frustration - well, I can, actually - that's
probably why I'm feeling sick here just thinking of it. This means that I'm
now experiencing great joy that it's all coming back to you. Thank you for
sharing that joy. I'm sorry that anything/one was capable of making you
lose the joy of your music. That's a crime. Glad that's sorted. Phew!
I don't know what NPR is??
I have now deleted my comment about that writing teacher - would have been
letting the side down, I guess (not about their opinion on the booze but
about their opinion on the other stuff, you know....). (Feeling a bit
fragile this morning - couldn't take the flak so deleted it!)
I like hearing your voice on my screen, Carolyn - did I tell you that?
Susan
Fred likes Carolyn's voice too:- One week, four days, 9 hours, 24 minutes
and 4 seconds. 284 cigarettes not smoked, saving £19.65. Life saved: 23
hours, 40 minutes.
carol...@pop.tcsn.uswest.net wrote in message
<382A14FF...@pop.tcsn.uswest.net>...
> Hey there, Joe, my buddy!
> Just a ray of hope for all of you artistic types out there. I've been
>more or less "blocked" from my writing for a while, it's been painful. But
I
>notice that this past few weeks the ideas are coming back, the old fingers
can
>start to work things out again. I have no real reason for the so-called
>block, but I do know that for the last five years I was married I had no
joy
>in music, either. Just a few months ago that joy started to return. I can
>play guitar again, and I dream of having a piano once more. I actually
choose
>to listen to music instead of NPR some evenings. And now the writing is
>coming back. I think the smoking quit had a lot to do with my mind
clearing
>up at last. What a great benefit!
> Just my two cents on that subject. By the way, I remember reading
>something by a writing teacher who wrote in the 1920s that smoking
cigarettes
>and drinking alcohol were two of the worst impediments to the artist's true
>creativity. Hmmmmm . . ..
> Carolyn in The Old Pueblo
>
>Joe Laughter wrote:
>
>> >Also on my mind because without a smoke I
>> >can't paint. Without a smoke I can't work.
>> >
>>
>> Susan, what's this? Can't paint! That's terrible! maybe...
>>
>
> <snip>
>
Moocher
why not? oh, why not? Gawd I must be getting to be such a bore about all
this not getting me posts stuff. Sorry. But I wanted to see that post of
Victoria's.... All right, I'll quit moaning now - for a little while
anyway...
I can't imagine that, Carolyn - shaping an oil painting brush that way - I
never knew that.
Sewing!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaargh - give me a needle and suddenly I'm
transformed into a raging stomping fire-breathing suicidal maniac. Ohmigod
I hate bloody needle type thingeys. Ohmigod I hate them. Hate them. Hate!
Hate! HATE! (Remember - I'm fragile today - but it's still all true I
tellya.)
Give me a needle and thread and in no time at all there are tears of rage
and frustration streaming down my face - I tellya needle and thread type
combinations just gang up on me. They do. Not kidding. They go out of
their way to tangle and knot and pull through and cheat and lie and commit
adultery and steal my yoghurt. Jeez!
I recognised this fault in my make-up many years ago and realised there was
only one thing for it in the end. I made a patchwork tea cosy for my mother
from the tiniest patches imaginable - all by hand, all the stitches
exquisitely sewn (it was unfortunate about the blood stains but it didn't
alter the intention) - it was a masterpiece of sewing skill. Having done
that 'It' knew that I COULD sew if I chose to - that meant I NEVER had to
sew again in my life not ever; never had to prove anything ever again about
my sewing skills. No!
I have never picked up a needle and thread again. Never! Can't handle it.
Danger point. Lights and bells and alarms would go off. When a button
falls off one of my shirts, do I sew it back on? Do I hell? Ha! Gotta be
joking! No, I just never wear that shirt again without a jumper on top -
well, depends 'which' button fell off - but when a strategic button falls
off I then wear a jumper over it. Get me near a needle?? - ha! wheeze!
snort!
This does mean that some days I feel kind of draughty - that ol' freezin'
cold wind just whistles right in there up me jumper and into all those
ventilation openings - but I ain't complainin' - the alternative is just too
awful to contemplate. Man oh man oh man - the very idea.....
I have just realised - the only possible explanation - it's not Carolyn at
all out in The Old Pueblo (one day I might know what that is...) - no, it
must be SuperWoman. No other explanation.
Susan
Fred says - catch him with a needle in his paw - scream, shriek, whimper:-
One week, four days, 9 hours, 40 minutes and 50 seconds. 285 cigarettes not
smoked, saving £19.67. Life saved: 23 hours, 45 minutes.
carol...@pop.tcsn.uswest.net wrote in message
<382A1241...@pop.tcsn.uswest.net>...
> Susan, Victoria, that had me rolling on the floor, too. That's the
best way
>to shape oil painting brushes, too. Clean well in whatever else you use,
then
>wash with Fels Naptha soap and water. Then shape. God, I'm glad that I
never set
>one down in an ashtray! I don't think I smoked much when I was painting, I
was
>too absorbed in what I was doing. Same thing with sewing and hand
quilting, I may
>have had a cigarette burning but didn't smoke it while working. Silly
thing to
>do!
> Keep it up, you two. Makes for a very entertaining hour when I sit
down to
>audit what is happening with the group.
> Carolyn in The Old Pueblo
>
>Victoria wrote:
>
>> > my paintbrushes down on as well as my fag. No, I never tried to paint
with
>> > the fag but I did often dip the paintbrush in the ashtray - this is
more
>> > disgusting than it sounds because I, generally, paint in watercolour
and the
>> > best way to shape the brush is to dip it in the water and then put it
in
>> > your mouth and pull it back out through your lips. Yeah -
yeucccccccch -
>> > sometimes when I put it in the ashtray first.
>>
Diane M
suppose. They have the *best* news and information reporting anywhere. They
cover news about the entire planet, as well as a lot of human interest stories
about America.
My all time favorite NPR story was about whale carcasses that serve as
transitory habitat for chemosyntheic species that normally live off of the
gases in lava vents on the ocean floor. I know that sounds strange, but NPR
is always reporting on stories that make me think "the world is a more amazing
place than I had imagined".
It's totally publicly supported, no commercials. Okay, that's debatable now,
but certainly very few commercials.
You can find out more about NPR and even listen to clips of broadcasts at:
Check out the "Lost and Found Sound" section. It's a series of reports about
sound using historical clips from throughout the history of sound recording.
It's amazing!
Diane M. (who loves Morning Edition)
Diane M
San Francisco Chronicle. I agree that they can be a bit biased, but NPR is a
wonderful alternative to "the bubble headed bleached blonde" mentality of the
local news, for those of us without shortwave. Personally I like their "human
interest" stuff best anyway - I get most of my hard news off Yahoo. With
Yahoo I can get multiple coverages and sort out the truth from the "angles"
myself. NPR gets me through a 1 hour morning commute when most of the local
DJ's are busy running stupid contests.
Diane M.
"There's a bubble headed bleached blonde, comes on at five
She will tell you about the plane crash, with a gleam in her eye
It's interesting when people die
We love dirty laundry"
Dirty Laundry by (c'mon people, who sang that?)
Joe Laughter wrote:
>
> Diane, you know we are together on most things. But comparing NPR to BBC?
> No, that just don't reach.
>
> Getting my paycheck through higher education, I guess I'm supposed to be a
> really big NPR fan. It's almost like an obligation to listen to it in the
> mornings. But NPR camparable to BBC? Nope, just don't reach.
>
> I certainly agree, they give you a "view" of things that your not gonna
> get anywhere else. Really interesting stuff. And I couldn't get through
> the weekend without my Prairie Home Companion.
>
> So, what's my beef with NPR?
> They take their academic license and use it to promote their causes to the
> extreme, even disguising their high-minded opinions as "facts." I guess,
> in their "ivy-league" hallowed halls they figure they have a right (and
> obligation) to do that, because they know better than the rest of us
> ignorent "common" folks.
>
> Well, there is certainly a place for the egg-head view in this world.
> But, when it comes to news, THAT'S supposed to be factual and attached to
> the real world. When it's just an academic head-game trying to influence
> society to their lofty ways, that needs to be labeled as such.
>
> No. BBC they are not. I listen to the news from BBC every night on the
> shortwave. You would think a government run organization would be full of
> bias, but it ain't. It's good. It's darn good! It reports both sides of
> debateable issues, and most issues do have two sides. It's darn good!
>
> Joe, who loves finding out about chemosyntheic species, but hates bias in
> reporting.
Marty Hillman
there member lists to the DNC without asking first. So much for non-biased
"public" information. Don't get me wrong. I still listen to them, but I
won't send any money because I do not want to end up on any of the mailing
lists for the companies that they sell my name and personal information to.
Marty
Diane M <di...@succeed.net> wrote in message
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Joe Laughter
old radio in the morning that's worth listening to. Shoot, here in
Memphis, they took off the CBS morning news from the CBS station, to put
on "talk radio" (and you can just imagine what we talk about down here!)
Still, you gotta admit, those academics are just another group, looking at
their part of the elephant, and thinking they are seeing the whole thing.
I guess I'm just expecting too much. After all, they don't get out much!
:-) Still I get right ashamed of them sometimes, right ashamed...
Ohooo, are we about to start a discussion here? This could be fun...
The Diane - Joe thread. Read all you want. Admission $.25 (To be paid to
Father Bobby's Church of course!)
Joe Laughter
Moocher
world is a more amazing place than you had imagined is great. That is such
a good recommendation for it (or for anything of course.)
I'm actually not listening to anything except music at the moment - I get so
fed up and depressed by the news and by programmes that tell us how we're
ruining the world we live in. Yeah, just sticking to music at the moment.
Love the whales providing holiday accommodation for the chemosynthetic
species story.
Susan
Fred says he wants to go live in a whale:- One week, six days, 20 hours, 47
minutes and 1 second. 346 cigarettes not smoked, saving £23.92. Life saved:
1 day, 4 hours, 50 minutes.
Diane M wrote in message <382D0840...@succeed.net>...
Diane M
much time in an academic environment to defend it, although I'd give a lot for
one more semester with my old college buddies. And to to it all off, Marty
seems to be siding with you. I know when I'm outclassed. <g>
Diane (who STILL loves Morning Edition)
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Marty Hillman
knowledge is true with respect to Minnesota Public Radio. I do not know if
National Public Radio has committed the same acts of selling subscriber
lists (Although, their news is a teensy bit slanted).
Marty :)
Diane M <di...@succeed.net> wrote in message
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Diane M
Diane M. (who never had more fun in her life than grad school, and noone can
convince me otherwise, no matter how good their memory is <g>)
Joe Laughter wrote:
>
> Amen on the good old college days! Boy were we all having a fun time then
> or what! It was probably "what," but memories do tend to romantize things
> :)
>
> OK on the Morning Edition. I Grab it most mornings myself.
>
> Shoot, I was hoping to get a little debate starting here so I could get up
> on my soapbox.... shucks
>
> Diane, you might have gotten outnumbered, but you are NEVER outclassed! :-)
>
> Joe
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