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kittykitty1260 63F
15748 posts
3/23/2015 3:00 pm

'...... manner states and restates the same anarcho-libertarian line of bullshit everywhere he comments regardless of the subject of a post -'

I'll admit sometimes I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed, but there has been times that I would eyeball a comment from that referenced person and think wtf does that have to do with what it is written? Or the price of tea in China for that matter....

I've seen this quite a few times. My thinking avoid that shit like the plague and you'll (me) be better off...

Man oh man I wish I had a cohesive thought here... ,
But I'm guessing or is that hoping that you know what I mean here...

Write on!

“Who says life is fair, where is that written?”
― William Goldman, The Princess Bride


cuzisaid 53F  
14988 posts
3/23/2015 10:03 pm

I was looking at your title going 'wtf!' No offense, but THAT particular software is not making it onto MY recommended list. It sounds like its from a scammers how to 'Go Ghanan: mike be like', manual.

I've told you more times than I can count how very much I appreciate the way you reference the articles or places you get any info from especially when it is something I have no idea about and want to learn more.

That I stalk your workshop photos and furniture, goes without saying.

The nutjobs around here have very much multiplied and mutated. *sigh* I wish some of the rare few good ones around now could have enjoyed the camaraderie that did exist in the smaller grouping of folks, even in blogs before the internet as a whole became a portal to the bitchfest galaxy.



Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character.
At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached.
May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black
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~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~


Fella_ 113M
309 posts
3/25/2015 7:37 pm



Some people don't understand the tradition of yellow text for reprinting text quotes. Can't figure it out, either, no matter how obvious you might make it.



<--- shortened his name to Fella_


quietroar 59F
9647 posts
4/7/2015 9:23 pm

Allow me to retort:

First, I thank you for calling me nice, 2nd. There are several down here in the Southland who would not share that opinion and while of late I have been attempting to be nice, there are others who would solemnly disagree with you on this issue.

Issue number 2. I do my research and I was completely impressed with what you produced in your workshop. I can both with and without dogs. I saw your Christmas Cactus that should be the envy of everyone. You and I both owned foreign versions of Clockwork Orange- yours in better shape than mine. Ironically, btw, in the divorce, I got the Blondie poster- why, I have no idea- but here it sits on my wall, mixed with Alaskan art and a French/Flemish advertisement of an old rock concert. You figure it out- I just shrug my shoulders. Took me a lot to find and import it- guess it is all sentimental issues on both sides of the divorce fence.

That door was the saddest thing I had to walk away from in CT. You and Smooth did so much to help me get the house ready for sale when my soon-to-be ex vacated and left me holding the bag and I had like 1000 little projects that needed to be done, and I thank the Gods above that you and He stepped forward and came to my rescue. It was a hotter than hell CT summer- not pleasant at all, and yet, there you were- and having to leave that house when I finally had what I wanted was so fucking hard that to this day, I am still completely pissed off. I should have stayed there and kept my job, and enjoyed my little cottage and wild gardens growing and my new Dutch door and the Shibas and just everything and let him destroy his own life without me in watching it. That door meant everything to me and you gave me the deal of a lifetime on it, and no one, NO ONE, knows how much that door meant except for Smooth and the damn dogs who kept leaping through the screen door. Leaving that house, and the projects and ideas so that so many people helped me put together, ripped my heart from my soul and after four years, I have finally decided to start a small patio garden after denying myself years of actual living. No, you came forward during a time where I was handed a mess- and I had no idea how to make my dreams come true and then suddenly, I had to sell it all for $53,000 less than what we paid only to find myself single four months later.

I just hope that the people who bought the house know why the door was like it was (dogs, barbacues, handing things in and out, the lilac bush that was over 50 years old right in front, the hill that was deteriorating that a friend of a friend who happened to be one of the Master Gardeners of CT designed for me a moss and low growth flower spring to summer season to prevent its erosion and when you opened the door, all you smelled was pine, lilacs and seasonal flowers.

Smooth still has to put up with me down here but to you, I owe the debt of giving me something I always wanted. Yes, I can verify your workshop (I think I even brought Smooth once and he was impressed), yes, you knew what work I was doing out there when there was no one else I could talk about regarding the pain of the undercover work I had to do- remember that? SS and the fuckin' bullshit I had to go out there and do every other day and the joke about the identical cars? If I wasn't there, I was in Deep River or someplace close- but you always listened- and when I told you about the door I wanted, and watched you deal with bubbles, panes fitting exactly- taking on a challenge you had never made before, it was awesome to watch a man I called "The Carpenter" show me that he could speak to wood. The best part was watching all the pieces come together because it amazed me how all these parts suddenly one day, became the door- and then the paint, and the "elemental protection" and then the frame, and it was like magic to me how you saw what I wanted it and materialized.

And then, all those little things you fixed around the house, you and Smooth joking around while I was standing there just handing out the wrong tools- and all I remember is how bloody hot that summer was.

The best moment though was when one day I was sitting on the edge of your loading dock and I had knocked- your truck was in the driveway so I knew you were home and I just waited and you broke work and came out. I was drinking a beer and I pointed in the direction of where I had just been, and all you said was "I'm sorry, Man, those are crazy ass people," and I just sat there and drank and I knew you knew what I dealt with that afternoon. And it was that moment that the same fricking car I drove went right by your house, and you said, See? I am not crazy!

And you weren't.



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