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Post by fallenangel on May 19, 2006 8:20:05 GMT -6
Cleaning clutter is probably a fetish for me. Collectables I collect different stuff . Anklets of course , Xena stuff, yinyangs, and ceramic angels.
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Post by Phalon on May 19, 2006 17:06:43 GMT -6
You have a cleaning clutter fetish, yinyang? Thinking I may feed your fetish a bit, if you could make your way to my desk.
Just don't rearrange my piles, or put any of my books back on the shelf, papers in the drawer, or throw meaningless looking scraps of paper with scribble writtten all over them in every which way in the trash. I might actually see the top of my desk if you did and discover it needs dusting - another so not me non-fetish; my dust bunnies and I are quite close.
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Post by Siren on May 19, 2006 20:56:58 GMT -6
Remember my affection for toads? I was out back this evening, watering my flowers, and a medium-sized toad hopped from under my cannas and into the purple jew. I would've loved to pick him up and give him a squeeze, but he wanted none of it, and kept well out of my reach. I was so excited to see him, I called my mom, who says she has 4 fist-sized ones living in her flowers, and hopping out each night to patrol for bugs under the yard light. Ooooooh, I do love toads!
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Post by Mini Mia on May 19, 2006 21:51:16 GMT -6
Then I won't tell you about the toad that nearly waylaid me one evening. Fortunately for me I kept my balance, but he didn't survive the encounter. What can I say... I was racing from my house to my sister's house in the dark and suddenly my foot slide out from under me and I barely managed to keep from breaking my neck. I found out what it was the next day. The horror movie with the frogs popped into my head and I feared his friends might do me in. I'm still here, so I guess they knew it was an accident. Fortunately neither of us was drinking, so no charges were pressed... er filed.
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Post by Phalon on May 19, 2006 23:53:07 GMT -6
Such pressing matters, Mia - especially to the toad.
I had a toad scare the heck outta me the other day. I was picking up pots of plants all pretty in a row. Moving the pots, I disturbed a toad burrowed between them. He jumped nearly as high as me; both of us startling the other.
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Post by Mini Mia on May 20, 2006 9:12:38 GMT -6
I have a friend who is scared to death of toads/frogs. When I went swimming at her house, I had to empty the filter bucket if it had frogs in it, and she would empty it if it had spiders in it. I can't remember who got to empty it if it had both.
Silly girl would pick up and hold all kinds of insects and let them crawl on her: spiders, bees . . . Yet toads/frogs freaked her out. Weird.
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Post by mabd on May 25, 2006 10:14:02 GMT -6
My obsession for old books reared its head again today; with the return of spring the used book store reopened after closing for the winter. Cool beans!!! I need old books, well, no, I don't really:I want more. I inherited some really cool ones: a privately printed edition of Lady Chatterley's Lover, first editions of all of James Joyce's stuff (did anyone else have a mother who though reading Joyce's "thunderstorm" from Finnegan's Wake was good for an almost-delirious-from-a-fever 10 year old?) and other way cool stuff -- the 1911 Encyclopedia Britannica with no "S" volume. Predictable fetish, eh?
Newest fetish is one I share with my sub-text thingy: old Mercedes. We have 3. Xena is a '85 black sedan. Said sub-text thingy's tag frame says "Oh, Lord, won't you buy me a ...." The one I use is a '85 300 coupe. The third one, the baby benz, is a '86 190. Like all Benz diesels, they have no acceleration but can cruise at 80mph for days. Got them because of mpg and pollution and cause we are too rural to actually have public transportation. Fell in love.
Sigh. At least I spared you the tractor collection.
Bet you all will rejoice when my sutures are out and I have some access to my real (?) life.
Maeve
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Post by Siren on May 25, 2006 21:56:31 GMT -6
"pressing matters" - for shame, Phalon! And you, Mia, you, you...critter crusher! Amphibian ambusher! Is there anyone here who doesn't have a thing for used book stores? Gad, I love them. And I love the way you write, Maeve. May I ask, why did you name the car "Xena"? I know how it is to love a car. In college I drove a '66 Mustang coupe. I loved that car so deeply, my mom never worried about me hot-rodding in it, because she knew I was too afraid of hurting it. And I felt those old feelings tonight when we spotted a 1960 Oldsmobile Rocket 88 at a local pawnshop - gold with a white top. A little rust and a few dents, but in remarkably good shape. Ooooooh, my. I must have walked around it 4 times before my sister recognized the signs and insisted, "Let's GO."
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Post by Phalon on May 26, 2006 0:22:08 GMT -6
Sorry Siren. Shameful, I know, but I can not tell an amphibian, I couldn't resist writing 'pressing matters'. It must have something to do with my ironing fetish, cuz yes, pressing matters. "Have pride in your laundry." BOLL.
Maeve, wow! Quite the collection of old books and cars. Very cool stuff, indeed.
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Post by mabd on May 27, 2006 21:34:06 GMT -6
And I love the way you write, Maeve. May I ask, why did you name the car "Xena"? Thank you <blushing madly...>
Actually my sub-text partner (hereafter, STP) named her Xena. So I asked. She said it was because the car is a road warrior princess, dark, and, though semi's or lorries can leave all vintage Benz's in the dust going 0 to 50, after that she can blow everything off the road.
Ah, old Mustangs. In the early '70s, a bunch of us co-owned a black, drop-top, 1966 Mustang. A magic car. Course we could only afford it because it had no reverse. That made parking rough, especially as we lived in Chicago.
Too bad you couldn't snatch up that Rocket.
RE books: what is really cool is that I get to deduct the cost of a lot of books from my taxes as I have to keep my 'professional library' current. One of the best parts of my job.; )
Maeve
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Post by Siren on May 27, 2006 22:47:26 GMT -6
Remember the old ad, Maeve, "STP - It's the racer's edge!"
My old Mustang, like many aging beauties, had trouble getting into first, first thing in the morning. But after that initial hesitation, usually taking a few minutes, she was fine. I learned to bring a book, shift her into first, and read while she decided when she was ready to go. On mornings when I was running late, it was a real b*tch, though. The suspense would nearly kill me.
Ah, all good reasons for naming your car after our Warrior Princess. You need a scrappy little sidekick car to be her Gabrielle.
A tax-deductable library? What a dream come true!
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Post by Phalon on Jun 2, 2006 0:18:31 GMT -6
A tax-deductable library would be quite the thing; I'd probably never leave the bookstore. I read somewhere a while ago that you are a historian, Maeve. Now how cool is that! Tell me what do you historicalize. Don't tell me linguistics, because I make up my words as I go along.
Tax-deductable plants - oh how that would feed my plant fetish. We keep trying to convince the boss this would be a good thing; trying out plants in our own gardens free of charge so that we'll be able to make first-hand recommendations to our clients. We who work at the nursery are not employees; we are indentured servants. My tab this year, only three months into the season, is already in the hundreds. And so much more I need, (want). There are things I buy just because I have to have, not really having a place in the garden for them. Hence the two new gardens I started this year just to accommodate nonresistant purchases - a native elderberry, and more roses.
A fetish combo-plate: Picked up an old black wicker chair left at the side of the road for the trash the other day. Good condition, but probably not enough life left in it to hold a person. Looks good on the shady side patio though, tucked in a corner holding my old bird houses. A potted trailing perennial and it'll be perfect. I've got just the thing in mind - something I've been eying at work but didn't have a place to plant it.
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Post by mabd on Jun 2, 2006 12:49:36 GMT -6
Phalon, I'm going to have to take out computer insurance because of you -- I know it is only a matter of time before I forget to make sure there are no liquids any where near me when I read your stuff.
Hey, does a mandeville (sp?) need full sun or can it live on our front porch (aka, the summer living room)?
A tax-deductible library would be quite the thing; I'd probably never leave the bookstore. I read somewhere a while ago that you are a historian, Maeve. Now how cool is that! Tell me what do you historicalize. Don't tell me linguistics, because I make up my words as I go along.
Oh, Phalon, I am way too lettered up. Double major, one minor, for the BA., a trio of MA's, 2 P.Phil's (European jazz) and the biggie is in Victorian History. MA's are in Classics, Historiography, and History; P. Phil's are in Greco-Roman History and in Classical Archaeology. The only part which matters to me is that I get to help students hone their critical thinking skills. The rest really doesn't mean jack. (OK, I do like the traveling.)
Yes, that means I actually <she confesses> have done linguistics. But here's a secret: making up words is something everyone has the right to do (except, of course, in France). Academics do it all the time and make a big show of it. But there taint no difference between you and me but some silly letters. Don't ever let the (fsvo) power of the Academy influence you. I made up words long before I landed in a pile in Arcadia. And I also dropped out of high school...
Maeve
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Post by lolapunk on Jun 3, 2006 18:37:36 GMT -6
I actually peeked my head in here, I think, for the first time; I believe the name on this thread kept me shy.
Fascinating stuff, Maeve. I'm sure Phalon is considering herself fortunate to not be living in France. Come to think of it, our president too. If I understand this, our president's 'Bushisms' are perfectly acceptable? *shiver*
Tax deductibility is certainly a positive when it comes to hobbies. My cd collection is continually growing and everytime I leave the record store with eight discs instead of the one I went in for, I remind myself it's a tax deduction. It's a nasty, nasty excuse to feed my habit. Especially when maybe one in ten actually makes it into the work collection.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 3, 2006 22:56:49 GMT -6
Maeve, your Mandevilla, (that always sounds like a vaudeville act to me - 'Next, for your entertainment, please welcome the Mandevilla Sisters'), should be right at home; kicked back, tendrils propped up on the table; in your summer living room - provided the living room is a sunny one. Most mandevillas prefer full sun to partial shade - but don't do well in the hot, hot afternoon sun.
Lola - you're comparing Phalonese to Bushisms? Pfft to you. Phalonese is a purposeful slaughtering of the English language. Most times.
I like linguistics with clam sauce; I find word origins and their original meanings interesting. I like the way some words roll off my tongue as I mispronounce them. I love adjectives and adverbs, and believe every word ought to have a descriptive form, and if there is not a proper one, I make up my own. Suffix to say, I love suffixes too; sometimes one is not enough and I use them in multiples - the more syllables I can tack onto a word, the better. A full course meal: words served with all the suffixin's.
France would have me deported.
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Post by mabd on Jun 5, 2006 11:30:05 GMT -6
Phalon,
Thanks for info on the my Mandevilla. You're right about it sounding like a vaudeville act though I was sort thinking something like: "And, now, for your enjoyment, The Flying Mandevillas."
You know, it is almost a pity you know so much about plants and such. I'd pay good money to hear you being you on stage. I can see it now: worldwide excitement at the idea of you touring... and, to quote Cyndi Lauper, "the medication has worn off." You are one of the funniest people I have ever read. Oh, gods, now I am part of two fan clubs: yours, and Siren's.
Lola - you're comparing Phalonese to Bushisms? Pfft to you. Phalonese is a purposeful slaughtering of the English language. Most times. Yeah, and besides you'd make a better president.
You ever hear the French do numbers? De Gaulle or someone of equal power decreed that since French on had numbers only like up to number 50, there could be no higher number. So if you want to say the number 109, eg, you have to say 50 + 50 + 9. And there was a huge national uproar of the word "hamburger."
But you still have to love 'em. Who else could come up with this about England: "So many religions but only one sauce?"
Why I don't get is how rude Parisans can be while at the same time so @#$%^%# polite.
Maeve
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Post by Phalon on Jun 8, 2006 7:33:46 GMT -6
BOLL, Mauve. The only excitement that would generate would be as I left one town for the next. But thanks; I never considered myself funny; it's entertaining to think I amuse at least one other too. I amuse myself mostly, especially on those occasions I happen to glance in the mirror before hopping in the shower. A Comedy of Hairors, wild hair sticking up every which way; I never learned stay in one position in the bed - I like to try them all.
Likewise. I love reading your posts and Siren's. Quite the conversationalists, both of you, drawing others into your posts. It's not always an easy thing to do, and you both do it wonderfully.
Both statements amusingly true. Quite a few years ago, (many years, actually), I visited Paris a few times, and traveled throughout much of Southern England. Pity I never learned to speak either language.
And though Paris is mentioned only briefly, the comparison between the English and French; their different viewpoints and an entirely different outlook on life; is beautifully chronicled in one of my favorite books - "A Year in Provence". It's a year in memoir written by Peter Mayle, an Englishman who, with his wife, falls in love with and purchases a 200 year-old stone farmhouse in Provence. It's full of quirky people and attitudes, and the dry sarcastic humor the British do so well. If you haven't read, and get the chance, do so; it's well worth it.
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Post by Gabbin on Jun 8, 2006 14:16:22 GMT -6
I read Provence and the book that followed that. Good books.
Edited out something there.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 9, 2006 0:37:39 GMT -6
I heard that there was a second book, but I haven't read - don't even know the title, actually. It was as good as the first?
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Post by Siren on Jun 9, 2006 19:04:33 GMT -6
Thank you for the sweet compliment on my postings, Gams. But what's this about, "I never learned stay in one position in the bed - I like to try them all."?
I'm not going to say a word. I wouldn't touch that with, ahem, a 10 foot pole.
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Post by Mini Mia on Jun 9, 2006 19:36:39 GMT -6
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Post by Phalon on Jun 13, 2006 0:29:31 GMT -6
Thanks for the links, Mia - I hadn't realized he'd written quite a number of books. I'll have to check it out next time I'm in the used book store, or library.
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Post by Mini Mia on Jun 13, 2006 14:49:41 GMT -6
You're very welcome, Phalon.
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Post by Gabbin on Jun 16, 2006 23:05:05 GMT -6
FBMother, how the heck are you? Always good to see you.
I saw this, Gams, and thought I would get back to you on your question. Never leave a question unanswered, I am sensitive to that, you know. That and everything else.
Gams the second book, Toujour de Provence Divorcee or, Tour de France, for short, is how, after a long and arduous construction project the two diss their dream for divorce. The wife runs off with les Somali sommelier (wine sniffer) and the hub goes into raisons de detente. La Mer! Something like that. They burn the chateau du flambe down to the grown-de and it ends there.
Just kidding.
Actually, as you know, the first novel was robust with a slight hint of hazelnuttiness. The follow-up, Toujoures Provence, is a bit dry with a aroma of mild memories of the first. So, it is bien but not quite as tres bien as the first-and, as you know a tre bean salad is always preferable. I read it thinking, "bien there done that".
In other news, though, I read that Gladiator actor eat Russell Crowe, stars in a later book by the same author about a man who gives up the high society wealth of England to settle down in the French countryside. Hmmm, that sounds familiar. The man goes berserk from construction and beats clerks with telephones.....
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Post by Phalon on Jun 18, 2006 7:14:23 GMT -6
Ah - those tres bien salad days; thanks for the warm summary, Gabs. I should just have you summerize all those books on my winter reading list - dark days; little sun; and my winterize don't see as clearly as my summerize.
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Post by Siren on Jun 22, 2006 17:43:14 GMT -6
Gams, you haunting me is like Rex Harrison haunting Gene Tierney in "The Ghost & Mrs. Muir" - the haunting is most welcome!
My pen fetish made me do something a little "out there" recently. At a restaurant, after my sis signed the credit card slip, I snatched up the pen the waiter had left. It was a just a freebie pen advertising a prescription drug. But when I tried it, it wrote so smoothly, I had to have it. So, I took the waiter's pen and left one of my old reliable Write Bros. medium point pens. My sis was so embarrassed, she couldn't get out of the restaurant fast enough.
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Post by Mini Mia on Jun 22, 2006 18:07:17 GMT -6
FBMother, how the heck are you? Always good to see you. I'm doing fine, Gabbin, and you?
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Desire
Whooshite Apprentice
You may conquer with the sword, but you are conquered by a kiss.
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Post by Desire on Jun 22, 2006 20:11:50 GMT -6
I have a thing for weaponry, any kind tho i don't like guns as much usually more of swords, daggers. I don't know the feel of the metal, or weapon in my hand is so empowering and i just have to stare at them for hours. And stuffed animals. I have litterally hundreds. Every time i pass and aisle at a store that has them i have to buy one or it is really hard not to. I mean seriously. I won;t exactly go into the reason i have them besides that tho.
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Post by Gabbin on Jun 23, 2006 22:33:30 GMT -6
Um, hi, Desire, nice to read you. Ha! I am reading desire. BOLL.
Hmm, welp, I am glad you don't have any wierd fetishes that might scare me off like a fetish for cannons or missles. Now, that would worry me. You do live far from me, right?
If you dropped just a daggar on your toe it would not be so bad but a missle? Whoo eee, missle toe is not pleasant to be under, except at Christmas.
I strained something on that joke.
I am hoping that you keep the stuff animals and the weapons separate. I would hate to thing of you grabbing a bunny to use against an intruder. Worse would be grabbing for a big stuffed narwale or narwhale and, instead, grabbing a dagger.
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Desire
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Post by Desire on Jun 23, 2006 22:48:26 GMT -6
haha yeah i think i live far from you where are you? Hmm i'm in the U.S and yes the daggers and stuffed animals are kept seperate. Hah nice visual. Yep y'all all get to read desire, ooh la la la. Nice to meet ya.
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