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2WhiteWolves

2WhiteWolves

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This is my Good Thing for the day, though, it happened a while back. But, posting about the kitties riding the total gym reminded me of this....

When I had purchased the total gym, I paid for a cheaper one. However, when it was delivered, unpacked, and set up; I went back to my order to check on the order, it wasn't what I purchased. Ok, they sent the wrong one, hmm, should I call them to tell them or just ignore they sent me the upgraded one. Lol, of course, I called them and told them they mistakenly sent the wrong one. To my surprise they said No Mistake, Ms Wolfie! Turned out they were out of the original one I ordered and sent the upgraded one.
How nice and cool of them to do this!
 
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Bliss Doubt

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2WhiteWolves said:
I wasn't compliant then and I will not be compliant. I don't know how many people gave me such an evil eye walking without a diaper on my face and going the wrong way against the arrows pointing to go this way, not staying six feet away from someone or not standing six feet away while waiting in line, screw all that.
Though, It was fun being the REBEL :teehee:
(Sorry to all those that I offend showing my face :teehee: and breathing like a human is supposed to breathe)
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Me too Wolfie, never bought into it, never put on a mask until I had to renew my drivers license and couldn't get in without wearing the face diaper, which obviously I had to take off for the photo, just another measure of government stupidity and hypocrisy, though Texas was pretty lax on the whole.

I started supper club with my friends when we weren't supposed to gather. I cultivated businesses that were lax on masks. The UPS Store in my neighborhood never said anything when I walked in bare faced. The Mexican food restaurant in my neighborhood never made me cover my face to go from the door to a table. The grocery stores and gas stations around here never cared, though occasionally some stupid Karen would fuss and wag a finger at you. One time I walked unmasked into a corner store, and the guy behind the counter took off his mask too, he was so happy with me.

It broke my heart that weddings and graduation ceremonies were cancelled. We didn't have Fiesta San Antonio in 2020, the one week every spring when we have the intellectual honesty to put behind the mundane and have a shared celebratory blowout, with parades, live music, food and fun.

When I speak of being grateful even when I'm working on a play day, I'm referring to the trauma of what the "pandemic" psyop did to my business and my income. It still worries me that a vast segment of the national and global populace will fall for it again, as the world's governments are still digging around and playing with this or that "next thing" to use for power grabs. Whenever someone says "I got covid again" I just want to say get away from me you idiot, go somewhere else to spread your ignorance and your love of nanny government.

You got me started, didn't you...

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Bliss Doubt

Bliss Doubt

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Madame Misery
-Claudia Solal


Madam Misery listen to the noise
What do your people do with their backs arched and their tongues moving?
When they are thirsty they are not drunk with tears
When they stop crying they die under the spell
Of nature and rubble
They are torture victims with translucent bellies
Who go without faith or law as they sometimes say
Settle your score with Lord Ephéméride
Who folded their youth into his wrinkles
When they had nothing else left.
Madam Misery listen to the tumult
Rising from the shallows like a last convoy
Trailing words of love, swallowing insults
And taking their mature anger in hand
So as not to lose them
These are madmen who disrupt history
And who write the numbers in blood
As if one had to touch them to believe
That happy people circling the manger
Are worth the head of a king
Madam Misery listen to the silence
Which surrounds the unmade bed of the magistrates
The code of fear rhymes with gallows
Just find a few hanged people in advance
And my God there is no shortage of them.
 
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MyMagicMist

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The Metal Militia -- Metallica

Brings to surface a memory of ages long gone. It was before Metallica was mainstream, still a "garage" band. They were give two flatbed trailers as a stage. Moshing was a spiritual thing at the time, similar to Powwow dances.

Now, brain-dead pussies carry guns into mosh pits and every prick looks to hurt others. That is not what it was ever intended to be. Sure, folks might get jostled, a few broke bones. No one was to get hurt, at least not intentionally.

*sighs* Oh well, all good spoils it seems.

Now, I'm an old man who cleans up after junior high school girls moshing to this crap.
 
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Sir Kadly

Sir Kadly

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Well, my good thing for the day is I finally stopped putting off doing some deep spring cleaning. Moved furniture around to vacuum places I can't normally get to, cleaning every nook and cranny. Didn't do the whole house but got a good start.

I found about a million lost cat toys (OK, more like a dozen) along with a couple of milk carton lids, a bag clip I'd lost, and various other small items which had evidently been turned into cat toys.

The kitties were very helpful, making sure I knew where the furniture didn't belong by laying down where I intended to move it. They also climbed on the bookcase I had emptied and dusted just to make sure it was actually clean enough to meet with their approval. Did I mention they are long hairs? And they shed? Oh, that's another thing. I probably vacuumed enough hair from under the furniture I had moved to make another entire cat.
 
Bliss Doubt

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Not a game post, this is just a greeting for the day.

In days of old, if you moved far away from home for a better life, you sailed across the sea, or if you were separated by war, you had no internet, and the mail was slow and unreliable. When you saw a mutual acquaintance it was not at all unusual to say, "if you see my mother..." If you see my mother, tell her I'm okay. Tell her the baby came, it's a boy, and Marie is fine.

That's the title of this song, "Si tu vois ma mere", composed by Sidney Bechet, soprano saxophonist and clarinetist, born in 1897 in New Orleans, died in 1959 in Paris. The recorded song was released in 1951, but was probably much older, as Bechet began performing in 1923. I have two versions of "Si tu vois ma mere", first a very contemporary arrangement with vocals from Cyrille Aimee, backed by Diego Figueiredo.


Then an instrumental version from Dany Doriz and Manu Dibango on their Bechet tribute CD on Cristal.


Offered to the vaping moms on the forum, to their moms, to their daughters holding new babies, for the one who is commonly the strongest influence on our lives, our character and morals, our wellbeing.

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