Posted on 02/01/2012 3:44:24 PM PST by chrismac
It might be connected with the strange goings on around here : Our car stolen, with $4000 of damage; Our neighbour's healthy rabbit dying unexpectedly; Our neighbour's letterbox being destroyed; Curious spam emails about las vegas; The odd curious phone call; Faeces being smeared on our church Car windows smashed and things taken at church - they now have patrols as a result Breakin at church and organ damaged. Mysterious deaths of stars, such as Heath Ledger, Brittany and her husband, Michael Jackson, David Carradine, and others : http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2010/05/24/what-killed-brittanys- husband.html http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/31103217/ns/today-entertainment/t/david- carradine-found-dead-thailand-hotel/
Connect the dots if you dare, to see the truth.
> If things escalate, as they're indicating, I suggest that pamphlets explaining > Cats infiltration of public office, and their networked saboteurs, be posted by > some in every letterbox, so raising up a public backlash against the Mafia. I > can't do this, but it seems a good way to alert the public to what the Mafia > are upto. Laser printers, for each one involved in the expose, can cope > with and distribute the load. They will suddenly find themselves very > unwelcome.
So, did you find a Costco yet Domestic Church?
Are there any small variety stores near you?
Get friendly with the owners, and they might be willing to pick up a bag for you when they go.
Not to worry, it got me to thinking, as almost everything does.
Just as the "barrista" is the person who provides your Starbucks concoction, maybe the Lunista is the person who stirs up your moonshine, so that you can watch the swizzle-stick dissolve.
Happy Supper Bowl Sunday to you and all the UT’ers too!
I plan to watch it with the Son. I don’t know why I like playoff football. I usually dislike sports.
;)
I had some interesting dreams too.
I'm turning them into a plot outline. My subconscious works harder than I do. Just as it should be.
Did you check your FReepmail?
Clear and cold here, though not freezing, yet...
Sounds like you need a re-supply of peanut biutter! LOL!
There is nothing, really, near me. Desert and a middle school to the west, on opposite sides of the street, senior condos and desert to the east, on opposite sides of the street.
The main drag (Water Street) caters mostly to the visitors we have periodically. The “anchor” stores in the area are Walmart and Albertson’s, across the street from each other.
If I want to visit a specialty store, I need to take the bus for 20 minutes...at least. It’s only an hourly bus, so the timing has to be just right.
Hey! Maybe we could collaborate on your next novel! LOL!
(You forgot to add your keyword!)
I can always get halfway in. It's figuring out the rest of the plot that trips me up.
Unique characters abound. Odd situations are easy to come by.
But I have the feeling that every story is supposed to have a point, and the wisdom for discerning what that point may be seems to elude me.
Well, I seem to have several points ready for solving the little quirks of elusive plots.
Throw some things at me when next you write. It seems sion and I gave you input on the last one. (I still miss him.)
Same here, but my subconscious doesn't seem to get tired, or have aches and pains.
I hope our subconscious is who we really are. Being stuck in a body gets old really fast.
Well, Sis, we will all leave behind our Mortal Shells when the times come, and all we have to do is “endure” and have faith that we will, indeed, go to a much better place that knows no aches, no pains, no gray hair, no wrinkles and no more worries.
This earth is the time to struggle. The other side is the time to relax because we WILL be perfect.
*hug*
Oh well, sorry.
It will be wonderful.
I don’t really want it to happen too soon because I have too many genealogies to research!
When I almost died in the car accident in 1969, I had no clue why I lived, since I had been left on the asphalt in the rain to die...thanks to the ambulance drivers. (No EMT’s in those days.)
After all these years, I know my real purpose has nothing to do with ME. It has to do with other people. So I’m not ready to Go, yet! LOL!
No, you don't hope that. In "Forbidden Planet" we learned that the subconscious is subject to all the irrational grievances our better selves would cast aside.
The subconscious is our servant, much like the house elf Kreacher in the Harry Potter books, a bitter, muttering discontent condemned to obey, but who does so only through compulsion.
Another description is that it is the residence of our "lizard brain", which obeys only appetites.
Aches and pains are similar servants, ever attentive, but only of use in sapping our will.
"Being stuck in a body gets old really fast."
It's not the being stuck in the body that gets old, it's the body itself. The body ages, but the mind can be what you want it to be. I want mine to be happy, so I tell it that it is in charge of all these muttering minions.
When Pain shows up, my mind just says, "Well, all right! We're getting the band back together!"
Kathleen persuaded me to feed her when she was already full, so then she spewed. More laundry.
(The catz also do this ...)
I’ll have to give her a wash later, or the catz will be after her because she smells like milk.
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