Such are your extreme beauty I could weep.
Sweet, dear trousers, I love all these things about you, but most of all, I love how your little polka dots look like polo mints, it's all I can do to stop myself sucking on a leg, sigh...
Yours sincerely,
Sunday, January 30, 2011
I'm In Love, I'm In Love, I'm In Love...
Dear New Trousers,
Such are your extreme beauty I could weep.
I love the height of your waist. I love the length of your leg. I love the billow of your fabric. I love the way you made my Swedish Hasbeens squeal with delight, when they saw they had a new playmate. I love the way you fill my heart with anticipation for spring and the way you make me talk like Katherine Hepburn.
Sweet, dear trousers, I love all these things about you, but most of all, I love how your little polka dots look like polo mints, it's all I can do to stop myself sucking on a leg, sigh...
Yours sincerely,
Such are your extreme beauty I could weep.
Sweet, dear trousers, I love all these things about you, but most of all, I love how your little polka dots look like polo mints, it's all I can do to stop myself sucking on a leg, sigh...
Yours sincerely,
Friday, January 28, 2011
Gonna Get Along Without Ya Now...
Dear Facebook,
Don't try to change my mind, we're done. We had a good run, but it's time to move on. You like gossip a little too much for my tastes and you don't care who hears it. You are neither a discreet or good friend and you aren't so much about sharing, as you are spreading. Spreading gossip, useless information, he said/she said and at certain times, playing with people's paranoia like it's a baseball, back and forth we go.
You think nothing of telling "friends" things I don't want to share, despite my stranglehold on my account settings, you seem to constantly change the rules about privacy and yet, you aren't so keen to share that information with me. You don't mind passing my information on to corporations, despite telling me that is not the case and yet all that appears in my right hand column are ads for travel. Ask anyone on my blog, I like to travel, they know, because I told them, I don't ever recall telling British Airways.
It was fun while it lasted, but when people start talking about my life, like it's up to them what they know and can access, it's time to take that sucker back. It's time to pick up a pen or the old Alexander Graham Bell and really be a friend, who remembers a birthday because I love my friend and not because 230 "mutual friends" prompted me to write a witty one liner on a wall, that people I don't even know, can look at. My friends, my actual, sweet, kind, loving, loyal, flesh and blood, non virtual but actual friends, deserve more than that.
So facebook, you can "share" all you want, but as of today, what's mine, is mine...
Yours sincerely,
Don't try to change my mind, we're done. We had a good run, but it's time to move on. You like gossip a little too much for my tastes and you don't care who hears it. You are neither a discreet or good friend and you aren't so much about sharing, as you are spreading. Spreading gossip, useless information, he said/she said and at certain times, playing with people's paranoia like it's a baseball, back and forth we go.
You think nothing of telling "friends" things I don't want to share, despite my stranglehold on my account settings, you seem to constantly change the rules about privacy and yet, you aren't so keen to share that information with me. You don't mind passing my information on to corporations, despite telling me that is not the case and yet all that appears in my right hand column are ads for travel. Ask anyone on my blog, I like to travel, they know, because I told them, I don't ever recall telling British Airways.
It was fun while it lasted, but when people start talking about my life, like it's up to them what they know and can access, it's time to take that sucker back. It's time to pick up a pen or the old Alexander Graham Bell and really be a friend, who remembers a birthday because I love my friend and not because 230 "mutual friends" prompted me to write a witty one liner on a wall, that people I don't even know, can look at. My friends, my actual, sweet, kind, loving, loyal, flesh and blood, non virtual but actual friends, deserve more than that.
So facebook, you can "share" all you want, but as of today, what's mine, is mine...
Yours sincerely,
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
My One True Love...
Dear New York,
We are reunited again! I don't care if it is cold and miserable, as cities go, you are still the fuckin' business...
Yours sincerly,
We are reunited again! I don't care if it is cold and miserable, as cities go, you are still the fuckin' business...
Yours sincerly,
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Down But Not Out...
Dear Reader,
Lately, there has been fighting, a firm stranglehold, as work has been beating inspiration into submission. I love my work, even if it has all consuming, what time zone are we in tendencies. Progress has been made in this past year and I am happy about that, truly. With one exception. There's always one, right?
Writing, has been shoved into a corner, as my mind has been filled with many pragmatic and practical ways, plans, advancing, and always scanning 100 metres ahead. I love the past, those gone before wore it, said it and lived it in ways that still amuse and inspire me all day, every day. I have also always, always, loved looking at the moment. The moment, is where I relish so many of the everyday things that trigger my imagination, glancing over them and looking ahead constantly has made the relationship between my fingers and my imagination, a little frosty. It looked like they were headed for divorce, an intervention was needed, they needed counselling. And so they they set themselves a task (notice the use of task instead of plan), one which would ensure more posting and less flagellation and then they marched around some of their favourite stomping grounds and took a course in inspiration...
Eat it or Wear it or Light it or Shoot it or Collect it or Whisper it...
Yours sincerely,
Lately, there has been fighting, a firm stranglehold, as work has been beating inspiration into submission. I love my work, even if it has all consuming, what time zone are we in tendencies. Progress has been made in this past year and I am happy about that, truly. With one exception. There's always one, right?
Writing, has been shoved into a corner, as my mind has been filled with many pragmatic and practical ways, plans, advancing, and always scanning 100 metres ahead. I love the past, those gone before wore it, said it and lived it in ways that still amuse and inspire me all day, every day. I have also always, always, loved looking at the moment. The moment, is where I relish so many of the everyday things that trigger my imagination, glancing over them and looking ahead constantly has made the relationship between my fingers and my imagination, a little frosty. It looked like they were headed for divorce, an intervention was needed, they needed counselling. And so they they set themselves a task (notice the use of task instead of plan), one which would ensure more posting and less flagellation and then they marched around some of their favourite stomping grounds and took a course in inspiration...
Eat it or Wear it or Light it or Shoot it or Collect it or Whisper it...
Yours sincerely,
Friday, January 14, 2011
Ma Ma Se, Ma Ma Sa, Ma Ma Coo Sa...
Dear Thriller,
You are on a constant never ending loop on my ipod at the moment. As albums go, you are about as close to perfection as one album could hope for.
What's not to love about an album who's title track about monsters and demons, be they metaphorical or real, still has the power to make guests at weddings around the world walk from side to side with zombie hands and give it a shoulder shuffle that might just make an arm fall from it's very socket?I still can't believe the werewolf that used to make me hide behind the sofa, is really nothing more than an overgrown cat in a leather jacket. Run for your lives.
I wish I could laugh like Vincent Price, I've been trying since I was seven, any day now, any day now...
Yours sincerely,
You are on a constant never ending loop on my ipod at the moment. As albums go, you are about as close to perfection as one album could hope for.
What's not to love about an album who's title track about monsters and demons, be they metaphorical or real, still has the power to make guests at weddings around the world walk from side to side with zombie hands and give it a shoulder shuffle that might just make an arm fall from it's very socket?I still can't believe the werewolf that used to make me hide behind the sofa, is really nothing more than an overgrown cat in a leather jacket. Run for your lives.
I wish I could laugh like Vincent Price, I've been trying since I was seven, any day now, any day now...
Yours sincerely,
Bearded lady...
Dear Body,I took some progesterone today, my stomach started making funny noises. I sincerely hope I am growing neither a moustache nor a penis...
Yours sincerely,
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Speechless...
Dear Colin Firth, Helena Bonham Carter and Geoffrey Rush,
Let me just start by saying, I love you. You have utterly charmed me in your current incarnations, portraying a beautiful friendship in the most delightful of ways. I wanted so desperately to build a time machine and go back in time and be part of your gang, even though your gang, was a reincarnation of the actual gang, maybe my machine could make two stops...
I left the cinema feeling fulfilled and with a small amount of smile ache, finally, after what seems like an eternity of recycling, someone has made a film, which is neither a remake or an imitation, but an honest to goodness portrayal of friendship in the most extraordinary of circumstances. You made me feel such warmth towards the Royal Family. I was thinking, perhaps, I should get a corgi?
Everywhere I looked on screen, something was beautiful, or even better than beautiful, interesting. Inspired was the order of the day, by friendships, aesthetics and sheer bloody determination. I very much look forward to your arrival on dvd, in the meantime, I am practising my diction...
Yours sincerely,
Let me just start by saying, I love you. You have utterly charmed me in your current incarnations, portraying a beautiful friendship in the most delightful of ways. I wanted so desperately to build a time machine and go back in time and be part of your gang, even though your gang, was a reincarnation of the actual gang, maybe my machine could make two stops...
I left the cinema feeling fulfilled and with a small amount of smile ache, finally, after what seems like an eternity of recycling, someone has made a film, which is neither a remake or an imitation, but an honest to goodness portrayal of friendship in the most extraordinary of circumstances. You made me feel such warmth towards the Royal Family. I was thinking, perhaps, I should get a corgi?
Everywhere I looked on screen, something was beautiful, or even better than beautiful, interesting. Inspired was the order of the day, by friendships, aesthetics and sheer bloody determination. I very much look forward to your arrival on dvd, in the meantime, I am practising my diction...
Yours sincerely,
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