Fods, I have to go....
I had a lot of things to say tonight, and was going to go off on any number of delightful rants, but looking at the clock I see I REALLY need to go and get ready for this show I am doing. Soon. Very Soon. And by get ready, I mean I am going for "Clothes and Dry Hair" end of story....(tho I do wish I had earrings, rats. They seem to have migrated all to another house, so I will just be another un-adorned fiddler rocking away..Jewaless)
Ought to be a fun show. I am ready for some fun, and our very own Max Randy seems, er ready, as well, and some Fiends are coming. All good signs for a fun evening. I will let you know when I get home this evening...
Stacy sent me a picture of her Adventures in Hair Dying At Home (Not generally the best plan!) and it is so amazingly wonderful, that I simply had to share it...Stacy, your hair looks fine, really, I see no problem there, it is actually the expression on your face that keeps sending me into yowls of laughter, which isn't easy to do when one is alone....
I think you should use it for your new, what are we calling them? Not Avatar...Well, little picture thingie.
Love and Hair,
Lorraine
posted by FabulousLorraine @ 3:44 PM
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89 Comments:
Stacy, your hair looks fine! Like Quiche said, it's more your expression than anything else... you look seriously unamused. ;)
FIRST!!! Ha.
I have to go too! Meet you there!
DOH! Curse you Dread Val!
Well, not really. ;)
Ha! I beat you to it, Paul!
I suppose it depends on what you say when you curse...
Y'all are funny!
Stacy, it looks fine, tho I can see how you'd be a bit taken aback to have something that bright at first. But, see, I have no idea what you look like, so it looks just fine to me.
I wanna dye my hair now! What color, do you think? It's brown, tending lighter on the parts that get more sun.
Stacy - it's lovely - that's the color I had for many years. A woman in Texas once said "I have friends that pay to have their hair dyed that color." "REALLY?" sez me. "How odd." You rock.
Best toy - Lincoln Logs, Poor Pitiful Pearl and the sandbox in the back yard. We did Swiss Family Robinson booby traps all the time.
Porn Name - Scout 13. How pathetic is that?
Hope Quiche's snow isn't any worse than ours. Winter has come...grrrr.
Yes to Going Wodwo, but my OMG moment was when Folk Underground started singing Sweet Violets - I grew up with that song, and LOVE it. Mitch Miller and the Gang - 33 1/3 RPM record - ah the days of my youth.
SLG
Stacy, I'm agreeing with the others. It's fine!
FWIW, the Goddess of Hair Color did tell me once that red fades faster than other hair dyes. Something about the molecule size...don't remember what exactly. That's good when you don't like the color but sorta sucks when you do :)
Never made it to comment on the last thread. Boss's talk last night was awesome (of course). He read a little of the Graveyard book (part of Ch 7) and Crazy Hair and closed with Blueberry Girl. In between was about writing processes and imagination and lots of other Bossy things :)
Got a few short minutes to chat with him after the gig before he was swept off to his afterparty. And got a new pic with him and me in my graveyard shirt for Cat....sending when i get home!
There were some great questions. My favorite "You look great, have you had work done?" LOL!
Porn name: Patches Ventura....more like a Jim Carrey movie really.
Toy: I loved my big wheel. And my Little People Hospital--really a twisted toy when you think about it!! I played with barbies alot but they went swimming and in the dirt with me.
Going to rest and shower before our Nobu reservations. (just got back from the Bodies exhibit, that was incredible)
Fods' I didn't think I'd get my own whole blog post (sort of)! That's nearly better than being first; nearly. Paul; I feel you're pain. Much love and healing music tonight!
Fab; thanks for posting; wish I looked as young as all you guys but I'm just not. I was wearing my favorite dress today which has bright animals all over a black background. They sort of look like cave drawings in their simplicty esp. the croc w/his fangs all little triangles. Made me feel better.
I'm glad you all like the hair; what's funny is that I have a 'spot' on top of my head where my real red hair is showing thru. I chose red because my hairdresser told me red stays better on all ready red heads. I feel so vain. What you don't see in the photo are the eyebrows. I was trying to be fancy & dye those too... well; I'll leave it to your imagination but rest assured I'll be using facial scrub vigorously to diminsh those... My hair is naturally curly so I flat ironed it; looks better that way with this color.
well;
love and living and massive prayers & thoughts to Chi;
from your little podunk perris
Stacy, I'm with everyone else...I LOVE the colour on you.
and don't be tricked by our userpics...mine is quite a few years old now(5 or so maybe..enough of a change anyways being in our 40's *grin*)
I'm w/you Sal; Fab 40's! Which I only get to say for 4 more years. When I start to get depressed about wrinkles or what not; I just look at my daughter and realize if nothing else in my life happens to me that is a '10'... I doesn't matter; I will always have her; and be proud that I was given the honor of introducing her to our world.
all that & I'm not even drinkin' yet! Dread Val! It's Friday night girl! What will ye be havin' then?
That means Stacy we are the same age...cool!
I have heard that a home color treatment is a dangerous route to take, but Stacy, your hair looks fine to me.
Lorraine, I love the earingless look, to be honest.
~Emily
Stacy,... I like it. I really do. I've been that colour many a time. ... and yes.. your expression is priceless.
And I still don't care what you all say... home hair-dyes are fine as long as you have someone you trust to do it (and they actually know what they are doing) or you are really careful and methodical. I have given LOTS of home-dyes ...fire-engine red, bleach (not pleasant), purple, blue, black, normal red... not that I claim to be great at it... and I've even done it to myself and not hated it. And I usually end up that colour even though I am looking for a brighter red.
Again, I like the red... but I DO know the horror of what happens when you dye your eyebrows. It just looks WRONG... but it does that when you don't dye them too. I have found the trick is in dying them VERY briefly since they seem to pick up colour fast.
Then again... I admit I have very little fashion sense... and I care about it even less.
Phiala.. we'll need a bigger/better photo before we can suggest colours. What colours do you wear most often?
I've ALWAYS wanted to go blue but it looks horrid with my skin. I once bleached my hair with the intention of going purple and found that I actually liked it bleached as much as purple... but I have gone back to normal again since then. Sigh, it was nice to have wildly purple hair.
Have fun tonight folks!!!
Rubius, I can't really. :( It was more a topic for wild speculation. I work for the government, and while dyeing my hair something interesting isn't specifically forbidden, it also would be a very bad idea. I do want to dye it temporary purple someday, just to see how many heart attacks I could cause...
But, for entertainment purposes only, there are more pics here, and I usually wear jeweltones: dark green, blue, red.
Actually, I think forest green hair would be excellent, and that's one I haven't seen much.
Rube- I should have figured that out; I left it on my brows for like 40 minutes. Yikes... LOLOL Live and learn.
Stacy, can you help disguise the 'damage' with mascara?
I have always cut and colored my own hair. It goes wrong some times but most of the time it's just fine.
Stacy you look great!
I don't really have eyebrows so I just use a different pencil color depending on what color my hair is. I think it's all fun. Even when it goes wrong I just do it a little darker and then start over. I have to go back and read posts about porn name and favorite toy. Favorite porn toy? Oh, wait...
I had a few Barbies but they all went butch eventually and mostly I just read and played with the Doberman named Abraham.
Tonight, I'll be drinking whatever my best friend brings over. ;) I'd made beef bourginonne earlier in the week, so we'll have that, too. Very low-key evening ahead.
I really wish I were at the show! Maybe tomorrow.
Rock on Q! Tell Paul I say "hello".
Have a great night all Fiends in attendance!
Phiala... I like your earings and your plants... I think a soft red could look really nice on you... compliment your beautiful blue eyes.
and what exactly are these 'lincoln logs'???
Sounds like a great night, Val!
It's a cool color, Stacy! I like it.
I would have said your hair was a caramel blond, Phiala, rather than brown-- mainly as that's what I call mine (very similar color, though slightly darker). :D I think purple would be great on you. Or a deep wine color.
I've toyed with the hair dyeing idea, but frankly the shock of having it hacked back to shoulder-length twice a year is about all the head-oriented excitement I can handle. That'a about as adventurous as I get. You're all better women than I. :D
Have a good gig, Paul and Q! Knock 'em dead.
Lincoln Logs! Yes! \o/
lincoln logs... never seen em before.
I just want to add... before Lorraine shows up and repeats that one should NEVER do a home dye job... that I have had salon dye jobs before and the last time it was a simple-ish seeming dye with highlights... that took 3 excruciating visits, cost an arm and a leg (perhaps not literally but I was pretty tight on cash as a student and it took a month's worth of my spending cash)... AND it still turned out massively disappointing.
the other times were just mildly disappointing... colour-wise. They never seemed to turn out right.
I do my own colour too, actually, my best friend does the actual job for me. Too expensive otherwise, considering that with all my grey roots, it has to be done monthly.
Stacy, I think your hair looks gorgeous, but I'm glad I've never been the recipient of "the look" ;)
I love that shade and have had it in my hair.
Hope everyone's having a great time.
Stacy, your hair looks fine to me.
Your expression, though, is so, "I am NOT amused!" ::snort:: :)
Welcome, Lindsey! Or should I say "Fuzzy Woodstock?" ::giggle::
I think that's a great porn name, though not necessarily for a woman.
The hair looks fine, Stacy. Maybe more colourful than what you had gone for but it still looks good.
you guys crack me so up! i was holding the dang camera saying "did the flash go off?" those stupid led screens are impossible to see in sunlight & we had santa ana winds all morning so my hair was trying to fly right off me head! truly; i hate the way i look in pictures; but the hair will tone down i'm sure; my only hope is that it doesn't get brassy. all i need us for podunk parris to be a sassy brassy lady of the evening.
oh wait...
but seriously; you guys are the best and just reading that you all like it is good enough for this fiend.
((hugs))
Stacy I really like it. You were brave to do the eyebrows. I've done mine before and it was an odd thing to get used to. Thankfully they fall out before you get noticeable regrowth.
***warning and disclaimer... this blog does not promote the dying of one's own eyebrows!!! as stated clearly on the self-dye kits everywhere the dye is not for eyebrows or eyelashes and this blog will not be held responsible if people blind themselves with the toxins in hair dye!!!
(p.s. I'm also the chicken who doesn't dare to dye my hair permanently, always temporary... except for that incident with the bleach)
Yes, welcome to Lindsay, aka Fuzzy Woodstock!!!!!!!
Home from the gig, really fun night, lots of folks we knew, one Fiend, Amy and a truly delightful thrip of drunken Grandmothers who made the show!
The have said (threatend really) to come back tomorrow after the wedding they are attending in the hotel. It was un-clear if they KNEW the people getting married, but they are planning on being there...
The show got to the point where we really weren't needed, with these ladies and the rest of the crowd carrying the comedy. I had a blast.
Hoping tomorrow night is as fun.
The snow did the Star Wars Hyper Drive thing driving home, WITH the added feature of fog, which made things interesting to say the least...
Stacy, I do like your hair, it went well, and I love the picture! You do look great and more important, you're YOU, and we love you!
You have a really wonderful sense of humour in your writing, and make me laugh more often than not. I am glad you are here.
Must now give scritches to Bengals.....
OK. Add to lexion. Thrip of Drunken Grandmothers. As in "It was as fun as a Thrip of Drunken Grandmothers"
Read: Trio of drunken Grandmothers.
Hurray for the Thrips of Drunken Grandmothers!
Give scritches to the kitties for us too.
and skritches to drunken grandmothers with thrips
The Bengals thank the Fiends for Scritches.....
I will be feeling happy about the Thrip of Drunken Grandmothers for a long time. Not sure I can ever forget the one of them standing up and declaring to the pub..
"We have been here for a really long time!!"
Okay, fellow Fiends and Ms. Fabulous
I have
1. watched "Stargate Atlantis," "Sanctuary" and Thursdays "Smallville"
2. baked Amish Friendship Bread with cheesecake pudding and pie cherries
3. posted a new blog post on LJ, and
4. commented here at least twice.
I think I need to get into bed before I fall asleep at the keyboard.
They sound like a hoot!
By the way, Microbetta says "prrrmeew?".
I'd assume to the kitties, but it might well be to the fiends too...
I like that usage. And that's a great proclamation.
Just so you know, a thrip is a kind of insect. It is the only known creature to be able to choose between laying eggs and delivering live young (from Jeane hanson and Deane Morrison's "Of Kinkajous, Capybaras, Horned Beetles, Seladangs, and the Oddest and Most Wonderful Mammals, Insects, Birds and Plants of Our World" (longest title ever)
Glad you had fun tonight.
Ok so now we know about Thrips.. Who knew??? I shall certainly report back tomorrow on the Thrips...
Adrialdalen, Sleep well!
I will relay that to the Benglas and see what they respond with Nathilie, they are currently chasing each othe around the house...
and real thrips (not the grandmother kind) will strip your Hibiscus of every bud that you've nurtured to near fruition. Bastards! Every last one of them! If it weren't for my ninja mantids I'd be spraying every kind of chemical known to man to get rid of their sorry little triangular selves!
Love Grandmother thrips though. They can stay as long as they like.
Thrips! Scritches! Good red wIne!
How evil is it that my direct tv has The Saint opposite Boon Dock Saints (one of the BEST movies ever.) Neither is in letterbox, so I don't really bemoan the lack of Tivo.
How WONDERFUL is it that I can drink this bottle of red wine, read these EVER SO COOL and interesting Fiend comments, and watch Boon Dock Saints devolving to the Saint during commercials.
Okay, red dye--larger molecules, tends to stick longer.
I have been dying my own hair for YEARS now, because of my dissatisfaction with salon jobs.
That said, this little (4 foot 6 inches MAYBE) Phillippino guy at my last post in Iraq was amazing. I would have married his evidently gay butt just to get him a green card if he wanted, he was that good.
I'd go back on another tour of Iraq just to have him colour and cut my hair. Seriously.
That said....
Stacy, your hair is awesome bitchin'. As for age, I think you might be surprised at the individuals who comprise Fienddom.
I am awful close to your age, myownself.
Lamb for dinner (time to fight off the cat, but giving him a little marrow settles him down...)
Is anyone else a moral vegetarian but addictively physical carnivore?
I spent a year vegetarian (you remember, Quiche, it was just before the year of no liquor...which I WISELY ended upon arrival in Mpls...:))
Okay, back to the excessive violence now.
(did anyone else watch Numbers earlier? Penn Jillette guest starred...it was great!)
"Is anyone else a moral vegetarian but addictively physical carnivore?"
I am so going to steal this as my stance Lys, perfectly said.
And add to that Stacy, when the little blighters get on your washing, they itch and hurt (unless you remember to kill them off by putting the washing in a dryer on hot, even if the washing is dry)
What can I say, Sal? I drool uncontrollably at high-quality raw red meat.....or when same is lightly grilled.
Lamb, beef, pork, chicken, high-quality tuna....
all good.
I will consume mass quantities of raw tuna whenever I can get my hands on it...but if the quality is high enough, I will do the same with raw beef.
sigh....
Addiction is an ugly thing.
I could comment on a lot of things, but it may well be I a mostly alseep on the couch and must say goodnight Fiends...Give me somthing to wake up to..
xxxQ
OK you need to be careful what you say about thrips and grandmothers!!
I am very good friends with one of my daughters "mums". This "mum" had a son who had a child with someone and they both couldn't look after her.
So this "grandma" & grandpa formally adopted the liitle girl.
The grandma thought she was older than me, turns out she is a few months younger than me.
That wasn't a good week. But I'm over it now :)
Ah yes, well my great niece was born when her grandmother was 40....
Am I a threadkiller or what? I appear, the thread of comments dies.
Oh, well.
Say, Beeb, if you're reading this..
have you ever been a regular on the World's End Forum on Neil's site?
'cause I'd swear I remember you from there....that forum definitely helped keep me grounded..heck, even sane...both trips to Iraq. When I could get to it.
LOVE those guys.
back to simmering beans and leeks!
Yeah, where has everyone gone Lys? Is it just the two of us?
Yeah, where has everyone gone Lys? Is it just the two of us?
"Just the two of us...
building castles in the sky!"
hehehe.
And you know me. Easy out. Two glasses of wine and, well...
So I'll be gone soon.
Sorry, Sal!
Not that you aren't great company and all (hey, did I mention that the only two continents I've not set foot upon at this point are Antarctica and Australia?
I should visit you someday...:) )
Nah, you guys are amateurs when it comes to threadkillin. Not that I've worked out how the threads go, but as they say, it's not you, it's me :)
It will be a great day for Oz the day you set foot on our soil Lys.
Sweet dreams
Thrips of Drunken Grandmothers! :D This makes me happy also. I mean to adopt it for my own personal gratification. I feel like it'd be a good thing to shout at other drivers, i.e., The gas pedal's on the right, you thrip of drunken grandmothers! Like that.
I'm glad it's not just me who thinks that driving into that sort of snow looks like being in hyperdrive. But do you start humming Star Wars music when it happens? Not just the theme, but the actual bit of music they use in those hyperspace-jump scenes.
Anyone? No? Oh.
Hi, Lindsey! :)
Wait... how is it 8am already? I have stuff to do! Rainy morning, good coffee, cat.
Oh right, that's how.
Hey! There's a squirrel IN my petunias, in the hanging basket. What does that furry little rat think it's doing??? (Gone by the time I got the camera.)
Oh, but I have too much to do today! At least most of it's fun work.
Good morning! Lys, if you're talking to beez, yes, she is a part of the worlds end community - i lurk there occasionally, but haven't posted for a long time. Stacy, I think your hair looks fine, a lovely color, I always wanted to be a redhead but my complexion isn't right for it. and don't worry about age - ahem, some of us have already left our 40's behind (tho not THAT long ago :) glad you had a good gig Lorraine!
Don't forget scritches to Cabal!
Lys, I also love meat. Raw meat. I like my meat shown a picture of fire when it has to be cooked for safety reasons. Needless to say, when I eat sushi, it's more often than not sashimi; why mess up perfectly good raw fish with rice?
Now I must, once again, do battle with the coffee pot. A friend promised she'd get me one with a timer as a housewarming present, but until then, I must muddle through.
"moral vegetarian but addictively physical carnivore" - yup...I'm one.... but I also just plain don't like to touch/prepare meat... but I don't want to give it up (yet).
As for thread-killers.. I've done that LOTS... I was beginning to think I was the only one who could kill a good thread.
Ah squirrels, they do like to plague my plant boxes and baskets. Cursed little beasts.. I look out my kitchen window to see them picking through my bulbs and throwing dirt out of my planters... ripping up the roots and I tell my kitty LaMie that she is allowed to kill them when we get outside... but then when we are both outside I tend to not let her attack them.
and sometimes they chase her away. That's pretty funny... you watch a cat stalk a squirrel.. closer... shoulder muscles working.. slink slink slink like a panther... then she runs at it for the pounce!!! and suddenly she is running back towards me... chased by a fuzzy grey thing that is screaming foul language at her in squirrel.
I'm with you, Rubius: I seem to have headed in a vegetarian direction mainly because I don't like to handle raw meat. We do eat it, but not much-- and I tend to prefer it stewed in things, or stir fried, rather than in big hunks on a plate.
Raw fish: BLEAH. ;) I did get miserably ill over about nine hours one night after eating some seared rare tuna. Not going down that road ever again.
Oh-- and obviously no one's witnessed the apparently lethal effect I have on threads over at Birdchick's. Sorry, Birdchick! :(
Good Morning, Fiends, although it's nigh on to midday here in the BLUSTERY midwest. The bread is started....Pa grew up in South Dakota in the depression, and his mother always baked her own bread. When Ma married Pa, she learned how to bake bread. After Ma died, Pa continued to make it himself until he moved into his apartment. There's not enough room there, so I've taken over the bread baking duties. About every 2 months I bake 8 - 10 loaves, and keep it in my freezer - he eats 2 slices of toast a morning, except Saturday when he has pancakes. We don't use no stinkin' bread machine - yeast, honey, water, flour (lots of flour), oil, a bit of salt and lots and lots of hand kneading. I'm getting a late start, but I did go to the gym and breakfast first. Now, I'm depending on you to keep me company as I go through this day-long process.
Also, I'm off work until Wednesday and am giddy about that. I can play here as much as I want.
Speaking of work - we are having a snack day next week and part of it is to write down what you are thankful for (being Veteran's Day and Thanksgiving and all that.) I wrote this, with you all in mind:
I am thankful for a wide and varied circle of acquanintances and friends who encourage and prod me to grow in many good ways. I am grateful for their good madness.
I am blessed by all you, and look forward to a June event where we can meet face to face.
Siri
Siri, I'm doing sourdough biscuits right now - like bread, but very nearly instant gratification.
More importantly, I've got my started nursed back to health after a week of pampering, but I'm not certain it's up to bread on its own yet.
8-10 loaves? I'd consider getting a kitchenaid, but then kneading is good upper body exercise. :)
I would be more afraid of being visited by Grandma and Ma if I got a machine - they wouldn't be nice spooks at that point.
Also, there's something visceral in the kneading - it's good for the emotions, as well as the triceps...
Congrats on getting the starter going - I ruined more friendship breads than I care to admit from neglect...
Not a bread machine, just an industrial mixer with dough hook.
I do have a bread machine - makes great pizza dough. That way Nick can make pizza without having to actually learn to make the crust. We never make bread in it though.
Appliances with hooks frighten me just a little - the family didn't call me Grace for nothing!
I like making bread. It's a pretty powerful eart magic sort of thing. It makes me feel good. But it doesn't tend to turn out well most of the time.
Morning Fiends....Too tired to think yet, more tea...
Adding the flour is done. That includes the first beating of the bread. I'm a little worried that it is too cool in the house for a good rise - I'm not used to using the furnace for warmth yet.
Quiche - how much snow did y'all get? We got very little, but I have an accumulation on the deck.
By the bye - Buried Things is a great CD to knead bread by. Lots of uptempo tunes, and even the ballads help!
I'm completely jealous of my Mom's KitchenAid mixer, though I haven't tried bread with it (yet). She resisted getting one for years, but eventually gave in when she found out that the Christmas cookies could be done in half the time. Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies are WAY too hard to stir by hand.
Mmmmmm meat..I love a good rare steak. This is making me hungry now!
Jeez...BEEZ!!!
Of course.
Dread Val--YES!!! Rice just occupies space in your tummy which could be put to FAR better use filled with yellow tail, squid, octopus, ebi, saba, anago...I could go on and on...but now I'm getting really hungry.
Oh, and did I mention that I have to drive 160 miles round trip for decent raw fish?
Then again. I'm in a desert. S'pose I should just be grateful for modern aircraft and refrigeration. :)
Baking bread....never done it, but like everyone I am struck by the warmth and magic involved. Impressed by all you hearth witches!
And will happily eat anyone's excess!
This bread talk is making me think I need to pull out that Irish soda bread recipe and make a loaf this weekend. I'm not much of a baker, but soda bread is easy.
Hope everyone's had a lovely day! Told you I'd get my weather comeuppance-- it's grey, chilly and dark today. Ugh. Makes me want to curl up on the sofa with a book and do nothing. Which is what I've done. :)
Trying to go through the day's comments there.
"Is anyone else a moral vegetarian but addictively physical carnivore?"
Strange but I wrote a whole episode of my NaNo story yesterday based on that type of idea...
Too weird.
Anybody wants to share thoughts about good giirls going to Hell? Because that's the chapter I am supposed to be writing now.
(In truth, I am more likely to leave it to tomorrow and go to bed instead as I had a harrowing day and could do with massive dose of whisky right now)
I sometimes let my bread dough rise in the fridge (and believe me it rises very well there too, just takes more time)...
Siri, that was lovely words of thanks.
I am always up for talk about Good Girls Going to Hell, why not..
To I think if you had a harrowing day and are in need of whiskey and bed, perhaps that might be the better option....
I myself had to get up far too early today and may be napping a bit before the gig, it is dark and snowing here....
Morning all.
we've got a bread maker, but we haven't used it for years - annoys the heck out of me that you make what looks like a perfectly good loaf until you try to extract the mixer thing and end up with more hole than loaf.
We've also found that you make better gluten free loafs by hand (for Pete, luckily I can have my wheat)
dark, rainy and sleet occasionally here - was out doing chores all day in it, now cozied up inside and may even start a fire in the woodstove. all the talk of bread makes me want to make some, i am no baker, so i use a bread machine, which i love - otherwise it wouldn't turn out. Siri, those were lovely words, eloquently said.
I want snow!!
well... I recently read a very strange Piers Anthony novel that touched on that subject... but I don't wanna touch on that right now...
I think your subject question is too broad.. are you talking literally? metaphorically? is the girl willing to go to hell? is she there wanting to get out? is someone trying to get her here? is someone trying to get her out? is she just self-destructive? is her family life hell? are her relationships hell? I just 4 minutes ago finished another book about a girl who is in hell in her small town and about the hell she puts others through when they think she has done something awful to herself because of the hell of her household. The hell that is yourself. The hell that is others. The hell that is screaming and not being heard. The hell that is not being able to scream. The hell of not being able to help others to scream. The hell of anonymity. The hell that is a lack of anonymity (I bet Q's boss knows this hell). The hell of laying awake knowing your parents and all of your friends will die one day. The hell of knowing you can never express how grateful you feel to others. The hell of knowing your own faults. The hell of highschool. The hell of grade school. The hell of college. The hell of not getting into college. The hell of everyday work. The hell of finding everyday work. The hell of your apartment when you don't trust your neighbours. The hell of your apartment when it is empty after it has been full. The hell of your apartment when it is full and you just wish you could be alone for a minute. The hell that waits for those who litter and hurt animals. The hell that is the holiday shopping season. The hell of starting to sing a song in public and then forgetting the words halfway. The hell of posting a comment or poem or story and checking for reader comments again and again and again. The hell of waiting for a phone to ring or an e-mail to come in. The hell of realizing you just permanently bleached your hair and may now be referred to, accurately, as a bleached blonde.
There are a lot of hells.
The hell and emptiness of coming to the end of a book.
I hate that one.
With you there Rubius, the hell of finishing a (good book) is up there in my list.
Anyone else now addicted to Creepy Doll after seeing The Blog Of The Boss?
Rubius, that's a fairly disturbing list.
Sally, no, not until you mentioned it. NOW I have that song stuck in my head.
Thanks. :-P
I worked all day, pretty much. The down-side of owning a small business is that evenings and weekends are no longer time off (and I work long hours anyway). But at least when I work at home there can be more music and cat breaks, and taking the dog out to the mail drop with me.
Now, I must NaNo.
And then of course there's the question of whether or not something is hell because you've brought hell there with you. I think hell is a matter of perspective. I don't believe in a literal one-- flames and demons, and being impaled on red-hot pokers. But I do think we create hells for ourselves-- and likewise that whether we enter or escape them, or how much we suffer, or whether we survive, is a matter of our own making.
Which really doesn't account for as situation in which one person imposes their version of hell on someone else, either intentionally or accidentally. Or whether or not escape or survival in such cases are entirely up to the individual. Nor does it account for something like a serious mental illness, which isn't anyone's fault or doing, but is still a kind of hell for those persons affected by it.
Which leads me to think that hell is an awfully complicated concept, and I'm getting one hell of a headache working my brain around it. :D
How good is your good girl really? There's another question...
Now you've given ME a headache contemplating 'hell' Jess, which I guess is my karma for introducing an earworm into the thread.
Too much philosophy for so early in my morning
Ah, the joy of global communication. Here, it is coming up on dinner time, and I have no idea what to eat, as Nick has taken a back pill and is sleeping on the couch, so I'm in bed with the laptop (not in bed, just in bed as there's nobody snoring in this room). The dog is also in bed, but laptopless. His toes are too big and not mobile enough to type, so he has no computer.
I no longer have that song stuck in my head - it's been replaced by something else - but I refuse to name it just in case that starts it up again.
And also, I'd like to point out that aimlessly wandering the internet is NOT the same as novel-writing. Just in case anyone besides me is unclear on that point.
Fods I am LATE!!!
New post up...
Ladies; good to 'read' all that's been transpiring this day since my computer vomited this am & I ran out of time to post before my meeting. Also had an art show today so just getting back. Sitting here now in evening (eighty drgrees) wondering what the hell happened to the last several hours since rising.
I see I've completely missed the discussion of 'hell and what it means to you'. Yes; I agree you don't 'go to hell' you create it or have it visited upon you by someone elses problem & if we were all good strong women that shouldn't bother us either. So; basically it's back to being self created. I know. I do it all the time. A sad fact but true.
I don't even like to use the word 'hell' because frankly, it gives it too much power. Whatever snafu or predictable situation I've blindly and with full knowledge of; lurched headlong or wandered sidewasy into; it's most likely just presented an opportunity to show light and dark as they need to be: right next to each other. You get far better contrasts that way. And when you live an artful life be it by sewing; painting; baking; cooking, whatever... you need contrast. So in the end; it's not hell at all~
it's all good.
Now I'm going back to work and wait for my mommie to bring me the two tacos I asked her for at the art show. Yummmmmmm
"So in the end; it's not hell at all~ it's all good."
No.
Maybe someday you can use your own hell to make something, but it isn't good, or right, or necessary.
Depends on your hell, I suppose, but there are so many kinds that have no light.
Oh, see; I think there is always a light and I think it lives inside each one of us.
Dear Lys- Yep. That's me.
I am drinking tea and trying trying trying to get myself together and make it to Charlies.
Problem is, I put in 20 hours of overtime in the last 3 days and today was a foot-and-other-body-parts killer.
But I must!
More tea!
Gayle, if you're reading this- I..er...neglected to charge my phone. Hopefully I'll get hold of you in a bit.
Hello, I must be going,
I cannot stay, I came to say, I must be going.
I'm glad I came, but just the same I must be going.
La La.
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