September 7, 2005

• Well, that was fun… for me, at least.  Doug and I both got a kick out of some of your comments, especially this one:

  Ain’t it just amazing what breaks loose when you innocently stir along the edges of the pot?

  Be well!

  Posted 9/6/2005 at 10:43 PM by HappyHeathen

  Some of my readers took the whole thing a lot more seriously than I
  did, I think.  Maybe the proliferation of smileys (Doug says they
  detract.) didn’t offset the vulgarities.  If my words shocked
  you… you didn’t think I’d say I’m sorry, did you?  Nope, I was
  gonna say something like “live with it,” but that would be crude and
  harsh, wouldn’t it? While most of that entry was tres tongue-in-cheek,
  I was stone serious about my having learned from the bikers and the
  military men in my life to talk that way unless I watch it. 

  I watch my language continually, and when I resort to vulgarity it is
  usually with clear intent, to emphasize a point or make an
  impression.  When I’m writing, my vulgarity is ALWAYS with clear
  intent.   What I like about this medium is the delete key, the
  chance to read what I have written and change what I don’t like about
  it before I post it.  As I reread that post last night and
  corrected my typos and misspellings, I was chuckling fiendishly.

  Of course, sometimes I fail to catch some typos until the third or
  fourth reading, and there are some grammatical errors that have to be
  pointed out to me or I’d never catch them.  I am a high school
  dropout, after all.  **giggle**  Gawd, I hope that’s not too
  much of an injoke.  I’m in a silly mood.

  This morning, Doug scolded one of the cats and woke me early.  I
  thanked him.  I had been dreaming about my first husband. 
  What a nightmare!  Not only because he was in it, but there were
  all sorts of chaos and confusion, too.  He was processing out of
  the Army and he had been writing checks on a closed account, had been
  running scams all over the place, and expected me to cover his debts
  and get him out of trouble.

  At some point in the dream, I realized I had neither my purse nor my
  glasses.  While trying to remember where I last had the handbag, I
  went to an optician to get new glasses.  This guy fitted me with a
  single lens and sewed my other eye shut because he said the
  prescription was strong and I’d have to get used to it one eye at a
  time.

  I did get the purse back, but when the woman at the lost-and-found in
  the Army HQ building handed it to me, it wasn’t the one I use
  now.  It was the old brown buffalo hide thing I carried for thirty
  years from the ‘seventies into this millennium.  Before anyone
  asks:  I’m still trying to figure out what some of it means, and
  the parts I do understand are so obvious I’m not going to go into it.

  Doug and I are going to Wasilla today, returning library books and a
  defective Nintendo 64 I picked up at a pawnshop at his request. 
  Interesting thing about that:  He hadn’t wanted a Nintendo before,
  was content with his old Game Boy, the PS2 and the Sega Genesis that
  Greyfox found in the dumpster, until Greyfox found some Nintendo games
  in the dumpster, including Zelda.  Then Doug wanted something on
  which he could play Zelda.  It’s getting complicated, with just
  two TVs, having to disconnect one game system to plug in another
  one.  That’s what TVs are good for, y’know?  Interactive TV
  is the way to go.
   

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