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  • mustacheU2Lift
    mustacheU2Lift Posts: 5,844 Member
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    IC im ready to go back to work.
  • pookajunebug
    pookajunebug Posts: 38 Member
    edited July 2018
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    I confess that I haven't been working on my novel as much as I should this week and that by the end of Saturday, I need to make it a point to get to 50k words. I also confess that I have no idea what the $#%* is going to happen next.
  • Pour_Decisions
    Pour_Decisions Posts: 1,053 Member
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    TheWorstOne wrote: »
    Pour_Decisions wrote: »
    I was just looking back through this thread and DANG, someone really hated me. I lost count of all the flags I got.

    But i love you.

    Who dis?
  • mustacheU2Lift
    mustacheU2Lift Posts: 5,844 Member
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    LuAtThTh wrote: »
    My shelves :(

    Tsk, tsk whats your excuse now? Go get.
  • mustacheU2Lift
    mustacheU2Lift Posts: 5,844 Member
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    WeAreTheWeirdo wrote: »
    mustacheU2Lift wrote: »
    LuAtThTh wrote: »
    My shelves :(

    Tsk, tsk whats your excuse now? Go get.

    I forgot, but I'm sure it was good enough for those shelves to remain a disaster zone.

    Today I will clean 1 shelf. 1 shelf will be nice.

    Did you get it done?
  • Bullet_with_Butterfly_Wings
    Bullet_with_Butterfly_Wings Posts: 5,545 Member
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    I confess I'm disappointed the rain has stopped today. I'm feeling tired and when the sun is out, I feel guilty for staying indoors.
  • mustacheU2Lift
    mustacheU2Lift Posts: 5,844 Member
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    Bullet_with_Butterfly_Wings wrote: »
    I confess I'm disappointed the rain has stopped today. I'm feeling tired and when the sun is out, I feel guilty for staying indoors.

    Rainy days are good for squishing 😊
  • Bullet_with_Butterfly_Wings
    Bullet_with_Butterfly_Wings Posts: 5,545 Member
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    mustacheU2Lift wrote: »
    Bullet_with_Butterfly_Wings wrote: »
    I confess I'm disappointed the rain has stopped today. I'm feeling tired and when the sun is out, I feel guilty for staying indoors.

    Rainy days are good for squishing 😊

    The rain is back... let the squishing begin! 😊
  • mustacheU2Lift
    mustacheU2Lift Posts: 5,844 Member
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    Ic i had that glass of wine or 3.
  • mustacheU2Lift
    mustacheU2Lift Posts: 5,844 Member
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    WeAreTheWeirdo wrote: »
    mustacheU2Lift wrote: »
    WeAreTheWeirdo wrote: »
    mustacheU2Lift wrote: »
    LuAtThTh wrote: »
    My shelves :(

    Tsk, tsk whats your excuse now? Go get.

    I forgot, but I'm sure it was good enough for those shelves to remain a disaster zone.

    Today I will clean 1 shelf. 1 shelf will be nice.

    Did you get it done?

    IC...🤣😭 not at all! I will, though. It's taunting me.

    Not even 1 shelf!?!
    Im starting to take this personal...my feelings are hurt.
  • mustacheU2Lift
    mustacheU2Lift Posts: 5,844 Member
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    SnackherBarrell wrote: »
    mustacheU2Lift wrote: »
    Ic i had that glass of wine or 3.

    This morning?

    For breakfast
  • mustacheU2Lift
    mustacheU2Lift Posts: 5,844 Member
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    WeAreTheWeirdo wrote: »
    mustacheU2Lift wrote: »
    WeAreTheWeirdo wrote: »
    mustacheU2Lift wrote: »
    WeAreTheWeirdo wrote: »
    mustacheU2Lift wrote: »
    LuAtThTh wrote: »
    My shelves :(

    Tsk, tsk whats your excuse now? Go get.

    I forgot, but I'm sure it was good enough for those shelves to remain a disaster zone.

    Today I will clean 1 shelf. 1 shelf will be nice.

    Did you get it done?

    IC...🤣😭 not at all! I will, though. It's taunting me.

    Not even 1 shelf!?!
    Im starting to take this personal...my feelings are hurt.

    I did clean one spot on a shelf, but then I got distracted I suppose...I forget why it's not all clean.

    55ykw50mpijg.jpg

    Well. Thats a spot. Im less disappointed.
  • cee134
    cee134 Posts: 33,711 Member
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    IC I spent time in my third grade music classes learning to play the recorder. Certainly you remember it: the squeaky whistle-cum-flute your parents were required to purchase for you, praying never to have to hear you play it in the house. Horrendous as it sounded, it was nonetheless quite easy to play; a chance for every child to glean the most basic tenets of reading music and playing music. Those who caught on moved on the the bigger dreams—flutes, trumpets, saxophones—whereas others put the recorder in their junk drawer and just listened to CD’s. I remember almost nothing of these lessons (notwithstanding “Hot Cross Buns” being seared onto my soul like a branding iron), save turning one day to the second-to-last song in our music book. The title of the composition simply read as “Star Wars.” My classmate asked our teacher what Star Wars was. I was glad she did; I was curious as well. Teacher’s simple reply: “You’ve not seen Star Wars? It’s good!”

    I didn’t know Star Wars at the time. But in the vein of some Baader-Meinhof moment, I kept hearing about it. Eventually I’d notice VHS copies of the movies at friends’ homes. The following summer my parents finally borrowed the three videocassettes sporting that name. After sitting there a few weeks I went down to the family den, alone, and I watched Star Wars.

    And I never stopped watching.

    I learned every character name, memorized every line of dialog. I internalized each musical cue, identified every main theme. By the time Christmas rolled around, Star Wars was everywhere in my home. New toys littered the family den. Posters and hand-drawn artwork hung in my bedroom. I was gifted my own VHS copies of the movies, complete with “THX remastering” (not that I actually knew what that meant). The next Easter my basket contained copies of the Star Wars soundtracks. The last time I ever donned a Halloween costume for trick-or-treating, I went as Luke Skywalker. Most parents probably yell at their kids for not doing their chores and watching too much television. My dad yelled at me for not doing my chores and watching too much Star Wars.

    In 1977 the movie tapped into a mass desire virtually no other movie had struck before. Kids from that era reminisce about their rewatches entering the double-digits. Were I born twenty, even fifteen years earlier, no doubt I’d have been one of them. Star Wars was my childhood. And then it returned, only a few years later. And it became my adolescence. Now, it is my adulthood. The way things look, it’s likely as well to be my elderhood, my eulogy, and my ghosthood. The sentiment that these movies are “more than mere movies” is a cheap and maudlin one. But for me, it’s also kind of true.

    This is my own unique experience with these movies, though I concede my experience is hardly unique. It’s the story of my past yet it is—sadly, you might think—the story of my present. I entered the world after Star Wars began, and Star Wars could well not end before I leave it. You could, I presume, fill up a large nation in the European Union with a population of people sharing my precise experience. I doubt I’m even the only person to have found these movies indirectly, through a childhood recorder rehearsal. The older I get the better I appreciate MeeseeksAndDestroy being a thespian and the queasy truth that these movies, for whom my passion is singular, are more omnipresent that most other popular culture on the planet. While Star Wars is special for me, my love for them is in no way special. Yet for all my ambivalences, my affection fails to waver. I still love these movies, excite to them, feel moved by them. Lines I’ve heard (perhaps literally) over a hundred times still make me chuckle. I could hum Shmi Skywalker’s musical leitmotif right now, from memory, if you asked. There’s an embarrassingly marginal chance my dying thoughts will be not of my family or of my achievements, but of Star Wars. (You say “Rosebud,” I say “Rogue Leader.”) I can live with that.

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