ANY OLD THING JUST WON'T DO.
Sometimes there is a dream, just inside my head, and I say things I mean but wish I wouldn't have said. Like, "I think your idea sucks." I can't help myself. I'm just not prone to suggestions that I don't think make any sense. I'm quick witted and quick to snap when you can't catch up. (Not Ketchup.....expendable substance) Most of the time, I'm on page three before you've even cracked the cover of the book. I don't expect that stoking my own ego from time to time will enlighten anyone, or even make them like me. I'm well and done with wondering if what I'll say will offend someone else. I don't really care anymore. Is that such a bad thing? I don't think so.
So, you say you don't like blogs with long rants about the misfortunes of the world and the injustice in between the sheets. You demand pictures, let's see what's going on the surface. Well, I don't really care. I drop a photo here and there, drip some words from time to time, but mostly it's just quick nothingness. The world seems more vapid to me than it used to. It's like everyone's all used up and now they're looking for a quick fix.
Sorry to have to tell you, there is no such thing.
I just got back from Ohio. I was there for about two weeks. No, I didn't shoot any new sets, no new photos for you. The fortunes of the world revolve around scheduling conflicts. Maybe next time. I was thinking of shooting a set of myself. Doing nothing, you know, like that Any Kaufman number where he just went to sleep. Ironic. I wonder if it would even make member review. It would be a state to stagnation.
I've been playing a lot of video games the last few days. I have a terrible poison ivy rash all over my arms and some other parts. Unseemly really. I don't like it. Of course it itches, that's what it's supposed to do, but it makes bending and moving more uncomfortable than it should be. Everyone says they want what I like to call 'life on the couch' but trust me: It sucks.
I went to a funeral in Ohio. I went to Long's Retreat. I went to Hocking Hills, transversed Old Man's Cave and the Tubs and the Falls in one day. About 10 miles of a hike. I hate junk food, cooked my grandmother dinner, and splayed out on the front porch in the breathable air. You see, Florida doesn't have 'breathable air'. It's too humid, like sitting in the shower with the water on hot and trying to get cool fresh air.
Then, I went Geo Caching. I love this sport, if you can call it a sport. I stopped at about 15 places, some in Ohio, some on my return trip to FL. Somewhere while digging around in the weeds searching for the hidden treasure of pad and pen to denote my existence.... I got poison ivy.
I have a spectacular reaction to poison ivy. I don't just get a little itchy rash that goes away in a week or two. I get huge fluid filled blisters that take over my flesh and stay for about 6 weeks and cause horrible pain. No, I don't scratch. I'm not a scratcher. I'm not a picker or a scratcher or a proder. I have the capacity to sit still, very still, for very long periods of time just thinking. I do it sometimes. Other times, as still as I am, I am reading. Since I love to read.
Suggest some good books for me. I've read everything I have. It happens. I can ingest a book in a couple of hours and a whole series of them in a couple of days.
What's new pussycat?
I wonder whose capitalizing on my good ideas today.....
Sometimes there is a dream, just inside my head, and I say things I mean but wish I wouldn't have said. Like, "I think your idea sucks." I can't help myself. I'm just not prone to suggestions that I don't think make any sense. I'm quick witted and quick to snap when you can't catch up. (Not Ketchup.....expendable substance) Most of the time, I'm on page three before you've even cracked the cover of the book. I don't expect that stoking my own ego from time to time will enlighten anyone, or even make them like me. I'm well and done with wondering if what I'll say will offend someone else. I don't really care anymore. Is that such a bad thing? I don't think so.
So, you say you don't like blogs with long rants about the misfortunes of the world and the injustice in between the sheets. You demand pictures, let's see what's going on the surface. Well, I don't really care. I drop a photo here and there, drip some words from time to time, but mostly it's just quick nothingness. The world seems more vapid to me than it used to. It's like everyone's all used up and now they're looking for a quick fix.
Sorry to have to tell you, there is no such thing.
I just got back from Ohio. I was there for about two weeks. No, I didn't shoot any new sets, no new photos for you. The fortunes of the world revolve around scheduling conflicts. Maybe next time. I was thinking of shooting a set of myself. Doing nothing, you know, like that Any Kaufman number where he just went to sleep. Ironic. I wonder if it would even make member review. It would be a state to stagnation.
I've been playing a lot of video games the last few days. I have a terrible poison ivy rash all over my arms and some other parts. Unseemly really. I don't like it. Of course it itches, that's what it's supposed to do, but it makes bending and moving more uncomfortable than it should be. Everyone says they want what I like to call 'life on the couch' but trust me: It sucks.
I went to a funeral in Ohio. I went to Long's Retreat. I went to Hocking Hills, transversed Old Man's Cave and the Tubs and the Falls in one day. About 10 miles of a hike. I hate junk food, cooked my grandmother dinner, and splayed out on the front porch in the breathable air. You see, Florida doesn't have 'breathable air'. It's too humid, like sitting in the shower with the water on hot and trying to get cool fresh air.
Then, I went Geo Caching. I love this sport, if you can call it a sport. I stopped at about 15 places, some in Ohio, some on my return trip to FL. Somewhere while digging around in the weeds searching for the hidden treasure of pad and pen to denote my existence.... I got poison ivy.
I have a spectacular reaction to poison ivy. I don't just get a little itchy rash that goes away in a week or two. I get huge fluid filled blisters that take over my flesh and stay for about 6 weeks and cause horrible pain. No, I don't scratch. I'm not a scratcher. I'm not a picker or a scratcher or a proder. I have the capacity to sit still, very still, for very long periods of time just thinking. I do it sometimes. Other times, as still as I am, I am reading. Since I love to read.
Suggest some good books for me. I've read everything I have. It happens. I can ingest a book in a couple of hours and a whole series of them in a couple of days.
What's new pussycat?
I wonder whose capitalizing on my good ideas today.....
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It's the first in the series A Song of Ice and Fire.
As for books, these are some suggestions I have. They are all historical fiction but LOVED every single one of them, they are also overlapping stories of the same time period but in different parts of the Europe.
The Queen's Mistake: In the Court of Henry VIII by Diane Haeger Based on One of the wives of Henry the VIII towards the end of his rein.
The Religion: A Novel by Tim Willocks Based on the history of the siege of Malta by the Ottoman
The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory About Henrys 2nd wife (you may have already read this or seen the movie. There is more in here than the movie had)
In the Company of the Courtesan: A Novel by Sarah Dunant AMAZING STORY. Based during the same time Henry VIII was married to Ann Boleyn. You will see a connection between the two stories. Sad story but really interesting.
And lastly this one is post Henry VIII but is still a great read based on a historical rumor that Queen Elizabeth, Henry's daughter, had a child (this history stated male but they changed it to female for the book). The Virgin Queen's Daughter: by Ella March Chase
Most of them are kind of short with the exception of The Religion. I could suggest many more books if you are not into historical fiction.