Month: August 2012

  • 04/20/09 - The Dying Laptop Ditty


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    Reception is appalling
    The laptop keeps on stalling
    A hammer-blow is calling
    And singing out to me.
     
     
    The gremlins multiplying
    No matter what I'm trying
    My temper is a-frying
    I'm logging off for tea.
     
     
    It's so very frustrating
    The problems aren't abating
    There will be no placating
    The murderous side of me.
     
     
    If Mozzy doesn't settle
    And stop testing my mettle
    I'll grab the bloody kettle
    And WHACK IT... one, two, THREE.
     
     
    My head bashes the table
    I'm hardly ever able
    To keep my log-in stable
    It's really "bugging" me.
     
     
    I can't fathom a reason
    For treatment with such treason
    Maybe it's the season?
    The birdies and the bees.
     
     
    But Windows has no girlie
    To make him feel so surly
    My first name isn't Shirley
    It's Susan, that is me.

    We're pondering an Apple
    A new toy we can grapple
    Is there such a word as "frapple"?
    The rhyming's hard, you see.


    The "crash reports" are growing
    At least it isn't snowing
    The wind has started blowing
    I need to have a wee.


    I need to calm my Karma
    Before I do some harm-a
    I wish I was a farmer
    Of Mary Jane for me.


    I'm going to have a be-er
    And give myself some chee-er
    In the morning I hope I'm here
    We'll have to wait and see.


    So please send me your wishes
    (I'm married so no kisses ;)
    It's all just hits and misses
    Good night! Sweet dreams to thee.

  • 02/17/09 - Rita's Ritin' Challenge ~ LaundroMat

    Hi Guys!

    It's week #9 of Rita's Riting Challenge, and I'm pleased as punch to say that Rita is using a photo I sent in to her for this week's edition. Thank you hon!!  It was taken during my first visit to an American Laundromat a couple of weeks ago, and I've had my story waiting ever since! This is it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

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    The couple entered the LaundroMat and her eyes opened wide in amazement. WOW! So many machines! At least 20? 25? and whole rows of dryers along two walls. The bright fluorescent light above bounced back off the machines, the glare strong and yellow. What a difference to the local launderette she'd known 'back home', with its half a dozen washers and two dryers, dingy and uninviting. This one even had pinball! And vending machines for drinks and snacks! Wow. Back home you had to nip round the corner to the cafe and hope your stuff was still there when you got back!

    He loaded a large, industrial sized machine with their bedding, while she piled the clothing into three smaller washers.

    "How much liquid do you want in these?" she asked.

    He looked over her shoulder.

    "Usually, we put the detergent in first" he said.

    Oops! She grinned sheepishly and rummaged through the clothing in each machine, digging a hole to the bottom into which he poured the liquid. He lined up rows of quarters into the slots on each one, and she slammed them home, setting them off and running. Twenty minutes to go! Enough time to go out and pick up groceries. Amazing that you could leave and not worry about the busy machines being left unattended!

    A pair of grey flannel jog pants tumbled around forlornly, wondering where its friend, the 'not so white right now' dressing gown was. Oh dear. *Sigh...* she'd forgotten it. She'd be annoyed when she realised. And the pants would miss the shrieks and laughter that emitted from her when pants and gown played together, combining their release of static electricity in a shower of tiny blue sparks which crackled over her dancing legs.

    Several odd socks, thoroughly soapy and sudsy, crossed paths occasionally and nodded, each hoping fervently to be reunited with its partner when they got back home. Otherwise it would be "back in the corner with you, damn odd sock!", as she would cheerily throw them back with the other misfits. Oh the ignominy of being an Odd Sock!

    A soft, pink, cable-knitted sweater luxuriated in the hot water, pleased to feel the dust and dirt being gently teased out of its fibres. Always 'kept for best' in another life, it was now resigned to being an 'everyday' object in the harsh temperatures of its new home. At least it was secure in the knowledge of still being the favourite sweater.

    Two bras met mid-cycle. Straps entangling, metal hooks clawing at each other. One plain, white and practical; the other black and lacy - a bit of frippery. Who would win the battle for supremacy? They were violently flung apart during the fast spin, smashed against their respective sides of the drum. Bosom-less cups heaving, they grudgingly called a truce and decided to coexist, 50/50, as the circumstances called for.


    The couple returned to find everything as it should be. Apart from them, and two women folding their laundry across the other side of the room, the LaundroMat was empty. The couple piled their clean, spun things into several dryers and set them going. She had fancied herself as a bit of a 'pinball wizard' way back when, and felt quite excited when money was fed into the machine and she spun off her first ball. It seemed that she had become a little rusty over the years, and he beat her score easily. She didn't mind; she was having fun!

    She took out her camera for a couple of snaps of this gargantuan place. He positioned himself protectively between her and the two women, guarding their right to privacy from the prying eyes of the lens.

    The radio, quietly on in the background, selected old rock songs and gave them out almost reverently, evoking memories and singing from her. He opened a dryer to see how it was doing, and she danced over to take out the dry clothes.

    "Bouncy little git" he said, fondly.

    She smiled and looked at him sideways.

    "Well I've never been called that before!" she replied, before bouncing back to the table to start folding.

    ♫"Swee-eet Home Ala-bama, where the skies are so blue..."


    A pair of his beat up work jeans with ripped knees and tattered pockets breathed a sigh of relief to find itself at the bottom of the pile of folded workwear. Respite for a few days, at least! Its counterparts could bear the brunt of the daily grind instead, while it rested in the dark, quiet silence of the closet.

    A pair of her jeans, thickly embroidered down one side with subtly-coloured flowers and butterflies, lay smugly on another pile, knowing that it would never be likely to suffer such hardship! They only came out for trips into town!

    The big fleece blanket trapped layers of hot air into itself as the couple folded it together. They would be grateful for its comforting newly-washed softness and warmth that night, it thought, pleased with itself and its role.

    She set the clothes and towels and bedding into their respective piles before returning them to the plastic bags they'd been brought along in. The socks and underwear were shoved unceremoniously into a bag together - she would sort them out when they got home. The odd socks waited in anticipation, hope and worry, keeping their toes crossed; their dilemma still to be decided.

    Bags were loaded back into the truck and the couple headed home. Their respective books sat together companionably on the seat, untouched and unread. Looks like they ended up only coming along for the ride...


  • 08/23/08 - You have Two Cows...

    I've been meandering through the net this evening, just popping from here to there via links and shiny objects that caught my eye, and came across the following. It made me smile, frown, laugh out loud and swear, in no particular order.

    Abby... look out for Scottish Corporation...

    Economic Models and Business Strategies explained with Cows.

    COMMUNISM
    You have 2 cows.
    The State takes both and gives you some milk.

    FASCISM
    You have 2 cows.
    The State takes both and sells you some milk.

    SOCIALISM
    You have 2 cows.
    The State takes one of them and gives it to your work-shy neighbour.
    They laugh in your face.

    NAZISM
    You have 2 cows.
    The State takes both and shoots you.

    BUREAUCRATISM
    You have 2 cows.
    The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and then throws the milk away.

    TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM
    You have two cows.
    You sell one and buy a bull.
    Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.
    You sell them and retire on the income.

    SURREALISM
    You have two giraffes.
    The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.

    AN AMERICAN CORPORATION
    You have two cows.
    You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.
    Later, you hire a consultant to analyse why the cow has dropped dead.

    ENRON VENTURE CAPITALISM
    You have two cows.
    You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for the five cows.
    The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island Company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company.
    The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more.
    You sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States , leaving you with nine cows.
    No balance sheets are provided with the release.
    The public then buys your bull.

    A FRENCH CORPORATION
    You have two cows.
    You go on strike, organise a riot, block the roads and set fire to cars, because you want three cows.

    A JAPANESE CORPORATION
    You have two cows.
    You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.
    You then create a clever cow cartoon image called 'Cowkimon' and market it worldwide.

    GERMAN CORPORATION
    You have two cows.
    You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.

    AN ITALIAN CORPORATION
    You have two cows.
    You don't know where they are, you decide to have lunch.

    A RUSSIAN CORPORATION
    You have two cows.
    You count them and learn you have five cows.
    You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.
    You count them again and learn you have 2 cows.
    You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.

    A SWISS CORPORATION
    You have 5000 cows.
    None of them belong to you.
    You charge the owners for storing them.

    A CHINESE CORPORATION
    You have two cows.
    You have 300 people milking them.
    You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity.
    You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation.

    AN INDIAN CORPORATION
    You have two cows.
    You worship them.

    A BRITISH CORPORATION
    You have two cows.
    Both are mad.

    AN IRAQI CORPORATION
    Everyone thinks you have lots of cows.
    You tell them that you have none.
    No-one believes you, so they bomb the shit out of you and invade your country.
    You still have no cows, but at least now you are part of a Democracy...

    AN AUSTRALIAN CORPORATION
    You have two cows.
    Business seems pretty good.
    You close the office for the day and go for a few beers to celebrate.

    A NEW ZEALAND CORPORATION
    You have two cows.
    The one on the left looks very attractive

    Readers Contributions -

    NU-LABOUR GOVERNMENT
    You have two cows, milked by the cow tsar.
    One is black and one is white to ensure racial diversity, the black one fancies the white one thus ensuring we have suitable variation in sexual orientation.

    THE ULSTER CORPORATION
    You have two cows and pay protection for the milk

    SCOTTISH CORPORATION
    You have two cows (the hairy highland variety)
    You dip one in chocolate, cover it in batter and deep fry it, just to see if it works

    ZIMBABWEAN CORPORATION
    You have two cows.
    They produce lots of milk for the people.
    The State beat you up and steal your cows then give them to someone who has no idea about looking after them.
    The cows die and there is no milk
    It is all the fault of the Britain and America

    BRITISH POLICE SERVICE
    You have 2 cows.
    You give them a selection of tasks, including making sure that no-one is rude to any other cows for any reason, even if the cows haven't complained. You ensure that they have the correct ethnic proportion of cows for all the fields in the country, notwithstanding that there are almost no minorities in this field. They are so busy doing these tasks this that they have no time to be milked, so you buy some cheaper cows who don't produce any milk but look as though they should, and you hope that because you can see these cows, everyone will think that there is stacks of milk.
    To fund this, you feed the real cows less so they couldn't produce any milk even if they weren't so busy doing non-milk producing activities.

    (It started out as a search for information on the decline of English Grammar and spelling. The wonderful world of internet browsing, eh? Hehehe.)

    (For the original article/blog, click here)

  • 07/22/08 - Just a perfect day.

    Hi Guys!

    As you know, yesterday was the day that two long~time former members of Lurkers Anonymous finally got together to lay all previous worries aside and meet up. At last! And not before time, either! :D

    Kaz the Mare met me at the station with her daughter, and we decided to just take the day as it came. We'd originally planned to visit Kaz's allotment first to work up a sweat and get stuck into a bit of digging on J's flower patch. But we ended up taking a drive to Heptonstall, a beautiful 'Oldey Worldey' area where me and Geoff spent a fair bit of time as kids ~ our father's parents lived there, and we used to have a whole lot of fun with our cousins Denise, Yvonne and Anthony. :)

    After a short while, I started getting flashbacks of memory, and one of the highlights of those couple of hours was this... :)   Are you watching, Kidder?!

    It was a strange feeling, seeing those bungalows... I hadn't been there in thirty years or more! But cool, too. Thanks Mare! That was such a great surprise.

    We called back to Kaz's place after that, and had a quick bite of lunch before heading off for the REAL highlight of the day ~ The Allotment! Kaz has only had her plot for a short while, and has been going great guns to get it in working order. (From what she told me, it was practically a FIELD when she first took it on! She certainly has more courage than me!). The views were absolutely stunning ~ I couldn't imagine what made the previous owner give it up. Pure heaven! And we were so lucky with the weather, too ~ Kaz said it's the first time she's been to the allotment without having to duck between the raindrops. :)   We spent a good hour or so with J, getting her own plot dug over, dug out, manured, composted, and planted. HARD work! But well worth the effort.

    After that gargantuan effort for us all, we took a drive around the local area ~ up and down roads so narrow, windy, and steep it was like being on a rollercoaster! And Kaz goes running  around there!! I always had my suspicions she's a crazy lady ~ I just hadn't figured on how  crazy! Hehehehe! :D   We did take a bit of time out to sit a spell and just enjoy the views, too. :)

    Keeping an eye on the time so I didn't end up stranded at the station, we had a quick wash and brush~up back at the house before calling at a pub for a well~deserved meal. The portions were enormous! You could get a good workout running up and down the piles of mash!

    All too soon, after hugs all round and promises to swap email addresses between me and J, I was back on the train to Liverpool. I'd intended to blog about our day last night, but was too pooped to even have a bath! I'm lying here in bed after canceling my shift this afternoon because I ache  so much in places I didn't know existed, typing this with the ingrained soil from yesterday still under my nails, hehehe. It seems fitting, somehow. :)

    In all, we had a perfect  day ~ it was just too short! Kaz is a great lady, and I feel especially close to her as she's an American who made the transatlantic hop to England years ago... a treasure trove of advice, the promise of an understanding ear if I should ever need it. And her daughter is simply a joy! Definitely her mother's daughter, and it was the icing on the cake that she was there to spend the day with us, too. I couldn't have asked for more!

    Thanks Mare. And you, too, J.




  • 06/30/08 - Meaningless Words.

    The first time I caught you smoking heroin in the bathroom when you thought I was sleeping, after being clean for weeks, you said "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
    Yeah, right... I felt like I suddenly held a crystal ball in my hands and knew exactly the way things were going to go from that moment onwards...

    A couple of weeks later, when I'd started to think that 'maybe things are going to be okay afterall...' then found £80 missing from my purse. "I can explain ~ every penny!" When I replied "go on then!" and you couldn't... "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

    Months down the line. Debt building, money nonexistent. Waiting for a bed in detox. You get that bed after six months of daily phone calls to keep your place on the list.

    And walk out after just 24 hours.

    "I'm sorry...."

    I leave you. Find a crummy flat and try to forget you exist. But I can't. How do you make me feel so fucking guilty??

    Still calling round, begging for money. Turning up at work, begging for money. Causing scenes in front of my workmates and doctors. Somehow we end up living together again, and you promise to get clean. I start hiding money in places I think you'll never look. But you do...

    "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

    Locking you in the flat, so you can't go out scoring drugs. At your insistence. Then a phone call at work, from EasyPawn, who I'm now on first name terms with. "Sue, I've got 'him' here, with a cheque to cash, signed by you. Is that okay?" They put you on the line. "Please Sue, it's only twenty quid. I'm desperate". They take the phone back. "Okay" I say, resigned. "Go ahead." "So we can go ahead and cash this for £100?" "£100!!!!" I feel sick. EasyPawn decline to cash the cheque for you. My colleague tells me to go home ~ I'm white as a sheet, shaking. How did you find the cheque book and card?

    I get home. The flat looks like it's been burgled. Drawers ripped out and papers and clothes all over the floor. Cushions off the sofa. The front door broken open, from the inside. You bastard.

    Later a phonecall. "I'm so sorry...."

    Weeks pass. We're still together. I come home from work and find my CD collection ~ gone. Sold for heroin and crack. "I'm sorry."

    My mother's wedding and engagement ring ~ pawned. No way I'll ever be able to get them back. "I'm sorry...."

    Me selling cigarettes for my brother, you stealing the money I'd hidden. Me having to extend my overdraft again! to pay him back. "I'm sorry...."

    More stealing from me. Money from my purse. Books. Records. My jewellery. "Sorry...  sorry... sorry... sorry....."

    You were always fucking sorry. Like I told you, time after time ~ "shut up! I don't want to hear you're sorry anymore!"

    After three years you finally start taking your methadone instead of selling it for cash for heroin. I'm so made up! A new start, at last!

    But you 'need a drink' to fill the gap. Once an addict, always an addict? To something...

    You say it's only for a short while. But slowly over another three years turn into someone I don't even recognise. Spiteful tongue. Nasty. Jekyll and fucking Hyde. I hate coming home from work ~ I know exactly what I'm coming home to...

    The next morning, every time, once you're sober... "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it..."

    Spiteful words. Explosives arguaments over nothing. But of course, you're sorry, so that's alright then.

    Going to see Santana at the MEN Arena ~ a surprise for you. When you find out you promise to stay off the ale ~ but before we even catch the train to Manchester you're drunk. I tread on eggshells all afternoon, waiting for someone to look at you the wrong way, or say something you take the wrong way. It takes so little.
    Going to the bar at the MEN, five minutes before the gig starts, and you order four pints. "No, just one!" I say ~ "I don't want one". You ignore me and order the four. I see the girl behind the counter looking at me so sadly I feel like crying. You staggering around with the beer, shoving past people to find our seats. You sit in the wrong ones. The concert starts. I tell you, 'we're in the wrong seats... let's move and find our own'. You glare at me. Start shouting at me to shut up and just watch the fucking band, will you??!! Heads turn. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me.
    I get up. Your hands are full with the glasses. I shove your train ticket in your pocket and get the hell out of there, catch the next train home. Fuck you.

    The next day... "Oh God Sue, I'm so, so sorry...."

    I don't even bother to reply.

    The last and final row. Something stupid over the way I was brushing the cat. You storm off to bed and I stay downstairs to sleep on the sofa. You get up in the night for a glass of water. I pretend to be asleep and hear you say from the kitchen "Why don't you do me a favour and die in your sleep?"

    I'm gone. For good. The next day. When you ask why I'm leaving, and I tell you, you say "I'm sorry Sue, I was drunk! I didn't mean it. I'm sorry..."

    Too right you are.

    "I'm sorry..."

    Meaningless words.

     

     

    94 Comments

     

    welshdoug
    welshdoug wrote on Jun 30, '08

    How could you have stuck around so long?
    xx

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    Please see Abby's 'Creative Challenge' ~ I forgot to put the link in the blog.

    http://photographicpassions.multiply.com/journal/item/383/Creative_Challenge

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    How could you have stuck around so long?
    xx

    Mixture of guilt, hope, stupidity... *shrugs* I was an idiot.

     

    peemee1
    peemee1 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    Wow, and wow again.that was heroic.My admiration for you grows and grows,first for being a wonderfulnurse, then for being a lovely friend and now sharing your life so bravely ...and coming through the other side.Good on You girl, you are worth much more than that.Bless you and Shane xx

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08, edited on Jun 30, '08

    peemee1 said

    sharing your life so bravely

    I put it down to being overtired after my night shifts Pearl! Plus, when I read Abby's challenge just before writing this, the title 'Meaningless Words' brought it all back and it seemed the 'right thing to do'. Cathartic, if you like. I'll probably regret it later when I wake up! Going to grab a couple of hours shuteye now.
    Bless you too Pearl. :)

     

    tabbynera
    tabbynera wrote on Jun 30, '08

    There was so much feeling in that, I don't know you, but it couldn't just be written without experience. I can understand why you stayed, but all the time hope you would go and you did. You was not an idiot, but someone who was trying and thinking one day it will stop until you realised the one day would never come. This was written with feeling and I am a bit speechless at the moment.

     

    jharv69
    jharv69 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    What do you say in answer to this blog....

    My mother would understand. My father was an alcoholic and was pretty hard to live with.

    Thanks for sharing

    Julie

     

    photographicpassions
    photographicpassions wrote on Jun 30, '08

    Holy cow, Mouse. I honestly do NOT know what to say.

    (Can I offer you a hug? Not like that's going to help or anything...)

     

    soldier85
    soldier85 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    my heart goes out to you! You really are one tough girl!

     

    naarta
    naarta wrote on Jun 30, '08

    Sue Sharing this is one of the best things you can do for yourself. While I have not been in this exact situation I have been through similar. As much as it sucks that you had to go through it it hs made you the women you are today and that is a good thing. HUGS :)

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    but someone who was trying and thinking one day it will stop until you realised the one day would never come.

    That's it in a nutshell Pat. And also, that truism that you can't help someone unless they want to be helped. You just end up getting dragged down with them. He really did me a favour when he came out with that 'die in your sleep' comment. I saw bloody red, and it was the jolt I needed to get some sense together and realise I did not need that in my life.

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    jharv69 said

    My mother would understand. My father was an alcoholic and was pretty hard to live with.

    There's a lot of it about, Julie. Hugs to your mum.
    There's an awful lot of debate going on in the UK right now about how big name supermarkets are fueling the growing drink problem we have here, by selling alcohol at such ridiculously low prices. When I was with the ex, he could get four cans of Tennants Super Strength lager for just £5! These were 500ml cans, and 9% proof. You can buy 2 liters of high strength cider for a couple of pounds ~ it's crazy.
    Teenage drinking is getting way out of hand... and going for a night out in most of our city centers is like asking for trouble. Crazy, crazy, crazy. At the weekend, about 80% of people who walk through the door of the emergency dept are alcohol~related ~ whether too ill because of what they've drunk to walk, or beaten up/knifed etc in a brawl.
    I could go on and on ~ the misuse (or abuse) of alcohol and the trouble it causes is a major bugbear of mine ~ even more so that drug addiction. When the ex was a drug addict, he was still a lovely man who I loved dearly and would have done anything to help. It was good ol', everyday alcohol that turned him into the nastiest man I ever met.
    Cheers! ;)

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    (Can I offer you a hug? Not like that's going to help or anything...)

    :) That's cool, Abby ~ it's two years this month since I left, and I'm pretty much over it all, just a sour taste in my mouth now and then. ;)
    (But I like hugs anyway, so go ahead!) :)

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    my heart goes out to you! You really are one tough girl!

    As old boots Martin, as old boots!
    Shane thinks it's a very British trait we have, that ability to "just get on with it". It comes in handy sometimes, eh? :)

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    naarta said

    it it hs made you the women you are today and that is a good thing.

    Isn't it though! And look at what came out of it! The flat I'm in now is another crummy hole in an even crummier area, and the other residents living in the other flats in this house are a mixture of addicts and alcoholics (I'm still in a whole load of debt from those earlier days and couldn't afford anything else). But ~ if I hadn't met the ex, gone through those six years and left him, moved here and discovered the INTERNET!, I'd never have stumbled across 360 and met Shane, and all the rest of the great friends I have here.
    Talk about a cloud having a silver lining! I couldn't be happier now! :)

     

    runnergirl26
    runnergirl26 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    This brought tears to my eyes. I don't think I've read such raw pain on any page here. Bravo Sue. That was brilliant.

     

    octoberwitch
    octoberwitch wrote on Jun 30, '08

    Well, your blog could easily be turned into my life for 14 yrs with my alcoholic husband. Except he didnt say he was sorry, he would say he will change. Always, saying I am going to stop, Im going to be a good husband blah blah. And Pat is exactly right isnt she? It is how an otherwise reasonable person becomes an idiot, waiting on this change to come. That is because we are good in our heart and we just cant believe someone could not see their way to better themselves. I wanted to believe he would transform so badly that I waited 14 yrs and the sad thing about my ordeal was, it wasnt me that left! He finally did and didnt try to come back after 14 yrs. Even when he worked and made 3 times more money than I ever did, we had hardly anything unless I managed to swindle all the money and pay bills, buy vehicles etc. It was a constant struggle to pay for the things me and the kids needed. When he didnt work it was 10 times worse cause whatever I did have, had to be hidden or he would steal it like your story. And he did find it in the most bizarre places. After he was gone and I bartended and made a fraction of what he did we had 10 times more. I still have a very bitter taste in my mouth too and fear I will never be rid of it. Its a hard thing to deal with isnt it?

     

    ladysabrina64068
    ladysabrina64068 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    {{hugs}} We live in a broken world...but there is always hope and miracles if we choose to see them. You choose to see them. And in doing so, you are an inspiration to others.

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    This brought tears to my eyes. I don't think I've read such raw pain on any page here. Bravo Sue. That was brilliant.

    Thanks Gotti. :) I feel quite honoured. :)

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    Its a hard thing to deal with isnt it?

    14 years! Wow...

    Yes, it's hard to deal with, and I hold a lot of resentment and bitterness about the whole episode. But what irks me most is that I still worry about him now and then, and wonder how he's coping on his own. Soft git, or what? *Rolls eyes*
    I thank heaven that we never had kids, like you did. It would have been impossible to get away if we had.
    Good for you for getting on with it, and doing your all for your kids. They'll be proud of you for that.

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    {{hugs}} We live in a broken world...but there is always hope and miracles if we choose to see them. You choose to see them. And in doing so, you are an inspiration to others.

    Thanks Sabrina! I really don't feel like an 'inspiration' ~ I'm just me, and just did what I had to do, like thousands of other women (and men ~ addiction isn't just a male problem) do, every day. I'm naturally an optimist... the glass is always half full to my eye, and that helped a lot! *hugs* :)

     

    cloudthatsraining
    cloudthatsraining wrote on Jun 30, '08

    *speachless* A lot of words are going thru my mind this minute, like how? self respect, sadness, I so understand,stupidity, drugs drugs drugs but mostly im speachless. How could this happen to you? why did you got yourself into such kind of relationship? How can ever someone? I cannot criticise the way you ppl live but I will never understand why in your culture things such as alcohol and drugs are so accepted (I know the image you have from our culture is otherwise but I tell you we are not "That open") Bottom line is stay away from it. I mean really next time you met a drug addict run, run fast and remember what youve been thru. Its not that is your fault he was that way but sorry to say it was your fault to stick arround. I mean really there is a small feeling of compasion but thats it! that is not your problem to solve or anyone elses. You said it yourself no one wants help from other ultil they find for help. Respect yourself hun, love yourself for what you did and tried to help him but thats it. No one deserves to take that much from you.

     

    missdarla
    missdarla wrote on Jun 30, '08

    "welshdoug said
    How could you have stuck around so long?"

    I know how you stayed soo long.. I've done the same. This was like reading an entry from my diary bleedin alcohol and heroin they ruined my relationship with the love of my life. I helped him thru detox twice TWICE!!! of course he was going to do it again, and I knew it but I loved him so much I wanted so much to believe he was sorry and that he'd change. Stolen money.. pawned furniture/jewellery, he once sold a birthday gift I got off my Mom the day after my birthday!!
    The third time was just too much and I left, I packed my things and I walked. We had been living together for 4 years and I was the only one in the relationship that worked, and I had worked my ass off for us. That morning I opened a letter off my bank to discover I was overdrawn by £500!! How he'd got my card out of my purse and back before I had noticed is still beyond me and then I found his new stash. He'd popped out that morning and before I could see him again (if I looked at him I would have crumbled and stayed) I left.
    I miss him all the time, I've moved on with life but my heart still holds for him (it's been over 7 years) he now has a family, 2 kids a fiancée and that broke my heart for years, how could she keep him off the drugs and I couldn't? but I saw him the other day and after the initial shock and stomach jumping to my throat I noticed I was in the chemist and he was getting his script for meth, *rolls eyes* he shrugged his shoulders and smiled at me… nothing has changed, just now some poor lass and his 2 kids have to put up with it now and not me.
    WOW I’ve never told anyone this before.. I’m sorry I’ve burdened your blog with my experience but it feels good to get it out there and to know that I’m not the only one who put up with things for far far to long. I still love him I possibly always will but I KNOW it was the right thing to do and I know it was the right thing for you too, look at things now and how happy you are ((HUGSS))
    Thank you for this blog hun.
    Darla x

     

    utroukx
    utroukx wrote on Jun 30, '08

    *hugs*

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    Its not that is your fault he was that way but sorry to say it was your fault to stick arround.

    My sweet pretty kitty! I've missed you so much!! *hugs tight and tighter!*

    What you said is perfectly correct ~ I was my fault I stuck around. Also my fault that I ended up with the financial debt... it was me who signed the loan agreements, me who set up the account with EasyPawn, etc etc. He wasn't working, so there's no way he could have done. At the time I was simply hoping that things would eventually change, but of course they didn't.
    Shane said to me once that I should get in touch with the ex and see if he can pay anything to the loan payments, but I know there's no way, and like I said to Shane... although the loans were for the ex's benefit, it's my loan.
    So, I don't blame the ex for the position I ended up in ~ I just blame him for ever going back on drugs again, after getting clean. I was totally clueless about addiction at the time. Now I'm a little older and wiser and will never, ever, allow myself to get in that kind of mess again.

    I love you Auby!! It's so good to see you're still around! *muah!*
    *Leaves Auby sticky toffee pudding and a pack of marlboro* :)

     

    bertthemensachicken
    bertthemensachicken wrote on Jun 30, '08

    I don't often read blogs that are over one screenfull (just skim thru them) but I started reading and couldn't stop till the very last word...I was wondering if you were quoting from a paperback novel... no one in real life could really go thru something like that. I'm so glad that it finally came to an end for you. You stayed with it far far longer than necessary. Your debt is nothing... you could have paid for him with your life instead. DON'T look back... it's over, that was your previous life. You have a brand new life now and a much much better one. I'm' looking forward to hearing about your new life as it happens... ~:<)

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    how could she keep him off the drugs and I couldn't? but I saw him the other day and after the initial shock and stomach jumping to my throat I noticed I was in the chemist and he was getting his script for meth, *rolls eyes* he shrugged his shoulders and smiled at me… nothing has changed, just now some poor lass and his 2 kids have to put up with it now and not me.

    Darla, you're in no way burdening anything! As soon as I read Abby's theme of 'meaningless words', this blog sort of poured out ~ the first time I've gone into any detail about my experience, too. And I'm glad it's helped you open up and get it off your chest! It really does make you feel better, eh? :)

    As for the bit I've highlighted up there ~ if there's one thing I've learned, it's that the phrase "love of a good woman" means absolutely nothing. They'll do what they do, and if they can't give it up for you then they don't love you enough and it's time to walk. I'm so glad you did, and feel so sorry for the girl your ex is with now. Poor thing. I hope she realises soon, before he ruins another life, and the kids. Fingers crossed he sticks to the meth program.

    One more quick thing ~ shortly before I left the ex, we were watching a movie. I can't remember what it was, or who was in it. We'd had another flare up and were sitting in stony silence, 'pretending' to watch the movie. Right at the very end, the lead character said... "And love..." and I knew he was going to say... "does not conquer all" ~ before the words were out of his mouth. I knew it. I looked across at the ex and thought "no, it doesn't, does it?"

    Big hugs to you Darla. I'm glad you made it out, too. :) xxxx

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    utroukx said

    *hugs*

    *hugs you too* :) Thanks Kerry. :)

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    DON'T look back... it's over, that was your previous life. You have a brand new life now and a much much better one. I'm' looking forward to hearing about your new life as it happens... ~:<)

    I know!!!! Hehehehehehehehehe!! I'm laughing out loud here Bert!
    The backward looks are more glances now, once in a while, and it gets easier to not think about it every day. :) I've got a man who loves the bones of me and who I feel exactly the same way about, and a whole new life just waiting round the corner as soon as the visa is officially stamped in my passport.

    WOOHOOOOOOO!!!! :D

    p.s... I love the cockcomb. :)

     

    ladysabrina64068
    ladysabrina64068 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    I'm just me, and just did what I had to do

    But Sue, for every person who does what they have to do, there are probably 5 others who don't. Doing what has to be done is never easy...

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    But Sue, for every person who does what they have to do, there are probably 5 others who don't. Doing what has to be done is never easy...

    No, it's not easy Sabrina, it's as hard as hell. And I feel for those who can't find their way to it. Maybe it's something to do with my Army upbringing ~ my father was a tyrant and me and my bro learned early to keep the peace and say nothing, until we were old enough to talk back to him without fear. I don't know ~ maybe I am a bit tougher than some...

     

    freetogoodhome
    freetogoodhome wrote on Jun 30, '08

    Wow, I'm tearing up at work... This is incredibly well-written, firmly buckling the reader into the emotional roller coaster that was your life.

    I'm dealing with a very similar situation right now, not drugs, thankfully, but a different kind of habit/addiction, and I, too, have heard "I'm sorry..." more times than I can count. But I have faith in this person and what our interaction means to them, and I find myself unable to completely give up just yet.

    I have to say, as often as I ask myself why they do what they do and what's wrong with them that makes them sabotage their happiness, I have to ask the same about me... What's wrong inside me that I can't seem to walk away?

     

    officegoddess
    officegoddess wrote on Jun 30, '08

    Very good that you found the strength to walk away. I've always wondered if my mom would have ever walked away from my dad. As it was, he lost custody of all four of us kids after my mom died and he didn't get clean until about 10 years ago. Far too late to repair the damaged relationships with a couple of my sisters. I try to stay in contact with him, but he's still just a minor footnote in my life.

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    But I have faith in this person and what our interaction means to them, and I find myself unable to completely give up just yet.

    Good. :) *passes Free a tissue* ~ now stop that! It's unprofessional! Hehehe. :)

    I wish you both all the very best Free, and will be rooting for you all the way.

    I'm feeling such good vibes!! *tight hugs*

     

    ladysabrina64068
    ladysabrina64068 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    What's wrong inside me that I can't seem to walk away?

    I think you said this in one of my blog comments...."What if..."

    I struggle with this too...so much so a friend gave me Dr. Laura's book, "10 Things Women Do To Screw Up Their Lives." I just got it yesterday and will begin reading it tonight.

    I think making a public statement is a good first step, it took courage and demonstrated a willingness to identify that corrective action is needed. You have something to hang your hope on and that to me, would be reason enough to stay for now...

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    What's wrong inside me that I can't seem to walk away?

    Love has a lot to do with it. :)

     

    ladysabrina64068
    ladysabrina64068 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    "Fire destroys paper, but it purifies gold..."

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    I think making a public statement is a good first step, it took courage and demonstrated a willingness to identify that corrective action is needed. You have something to hang your hope on and that to me, would be reason enough to stay for now...

    Oh yes! That was so good to read!

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    I try to stay in contact with him, but he's still just a minor footnote in my life.

    Sometimes that's the best way to keep it hon ~ at arms length, where no further damage can be done.

     

    freetogoodhome
    freetogoodhome wrote on Jun 30, '08

    I think making a public statement is a good first step, it took courage and demonstrated a willingness to identify that corrective action is needed. You have something to hang your hope on and that to me, would be reason enough to stay for now...

    I'm actually starting to believe that it might actually to MY turn to win at this insane gamble we call love... :o ) YAY!! lol

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    I'm actually starting to believe that it might actually to MY turn to win at this insane gamble we call love... :o ) YAY!! lol

    I'm so excited for you!! lmao!!

     

    yetanotherguy13
    yetanotherguy13 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    Sue, this is a brilliant bit of prose you've put "out there" for the world to read. This is fit as a second or third draft for a magazine piece - I bet with a small amount of expansion and a teeny bit of editing THIS ARTICLE could buy your plane ticket.

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    I bet with a small amount of expansion and a teeny bit of editing THIS ARTICLE could buy your plane ticket.

    Y'know Guy, several people have said similar things. You see 'real life' magazine articles where the writer gets £500, £1000...
    But I don't really want to do that. You guys here in the blogiverse are friends to me ~ I wouldn't necessarily want this going out to strangers. I trust you all here, and I'm still by and large anonymous. That makes a difference. ;)

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    Funny how a really good blog can come out of being so tired this morning....

     

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    yetanotherguy13
    yetanotherguy13 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    Y'know Guy, several people have said similar things. You see 'real life' magazine articles where the writer gets £500, £1000...
    But I don't really want to do that. You guys here in the blogiverse are friends to me ~ I wouldn't necessarily want this going out to strangers. I trust you all here, and I'm still by and large anonymous. That makes a difference. ;)

    Well, lemme see here... there was this American writer, name of Sam Clemens, didn't want his journalist name associated with his fictional stuff... went by Mark Twain.

    Then there was that brit dude, went by Lewis Carroll... and that other one, called himself George Orwell...

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    "That Brit dude" ~ hahaha! You're too funny Guy!
    But you know, I hadn't thought of that. D'uh. It might be worth thinking about. Thanks. :)

     

    emmm1
    emmm1 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    Sue, all I can say is that hindsight is 20:20.
    We can tolerate so much in the name of "love" until something draws away the veil from our eyes and we see the situation as it really is.
    As women, we are all guilty of the trait of caring for those who don't care for themselves. We nurture, protect and make excuses for their issues as if their shortcomings are a reflection on our failure to turn them around.
    Sometimes we just have to draw a line under it and realise that there is absolutely nothing we can do no matter how hard we try.

    Even though you strive to keep a doomed and one sided relationship alive, there comes a time when you just have to call a DNR on it.

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    emmm1 said

    As women, we are all guilty of the trait of caring for those who don't care for themselves. We nurture, protect and make excuses for their issues as if their shortcomings are a reflection on our failure to turn them around.

    Emmm, your entire comment puts it all in a sweet nutshell, this part in particular. Thank you. :)

     

    princsssilly
    princsssilly wrote on Jun 30, '08

    *hugs*

     

    jharv69
    jharv69 wrote on Jun 30, '08

    There's an awful lot of debate going on in the UK right now

    Its here too, you know, i saw their new add on tv last night, and it shows generation after generation, the father saying to his son "go in and get your dad a beer son", the kid goes to the fridge to get the beer (all the while it is changing from 50's to 60's to 70's, 80's etc, and everytime he gets to the fridge, the boy turns around and he is 15 or so years older, he walks outside, and gets together with his mates...then his son goes by on his bike and the father says, "go in and get your dad a beer son" and the add goes on and on right up to present time....

    And it says something along the lines of your kids picking up your habits and drinking with you...

    It is very thought provoking add...the drunken violence with teenagers is getting worse here too....

    My father was also the same...completely different man when he was sober...but like you said so very nasty with the drink. If it was beer he was drinking he wasn't to bad, but wine, or port, and he turned mean....he never hit mum, or me, but it was the tongue. You can hurt with words and they cut deep.It is true, that the tongue is full of deadily poision.

    Jules xx

     

    skyerider
    skyerider wrote on Jul 1, '08

    Sue... so near and dear to my heart... and you tell me YOU envy ME for my talent! This is awesome and I find myself, tears streaming... my ex had other addictions... but the "I'm sorry" over and over for years...

    Very powerful. Very well written.

     

    navarrofreak67
    navarrofreak67 wrote on Jul 1, '08

    I can relate.. been there with someone.. and gave then 4 years to clear up.. they got worse.. we left and they bottomed out a few times.. and today ,,. they .. still have bad times but the past year has been good so far.. fingers crossed for them.. all the damange they did tho.. can never be changed.
    HUGZ

     

    wrathofkublakhan
    wrathofkublakhan wrote on Jul 1, '08

    strong stuff, strong writing, strong woman ... thank you

     

    wildminx
    wildminx wrote on Jul 1, '08

    Sue that experience with that man took you to make the very change that opened the door to Shane and your new life....goodness has found you! xo

     

    wildminx
    wildminx wrote on Jul 1, '08

    beautiful solid writing too...:)

     

    finneganswhacked
    finneganswhacked wrote on Jul 1, '08

    Incredible prose, Sue! You captured the anguish, frustration, resignation, futility and pain of loving an addict so well. Simply powerful!

     

    mykebodean
    mykebodean wrote on Jul 1, '08

    WOW!!!!! You give him about 10 more chances then I would have.

     

    battygoth
    battygoth wrote on Jul 1, '08

    and THAT is why im single and aim to stay so .... great blog sue

     

    wigglebottom
    wigglebottom wrote on Jul 1, '08

    WOW... ahhhh gee, what do I say???
    Nothing really as I have never been there... In either position, thankfully so.

    I understand the reluctance to give up on a loved one, and I admire that quality in you.
    You went above and beyond in my estimation... I don't think I would have given anyone that much before I kicked them out.

    You do know that the basis of what is said when a person is drunk, is the real thoughts that they have.
    When he said, "Why don't you do me a favour and die in your sleep?" that must have totally crushed your heart. I don't know how you managed to stayed quiet at that moment. I don't know how you could hold yourself together until he went back to bed.

    But as it goes, everything is done for a reason and you have now found a nice man to fill that void in your life.

    I hope you can let the past go and feel a bit of relief from letting this out. It must be therapeutic to some degree.
    You have managed to do what I didn't think was possible.
    Which is; to garner more respect than I already had for you.
    I thought you had my total respect before, but you have raised the bar for everyone else...

    God love ya

     

    cloudthatsraining
    cloudthatsraining wrote on Jul 1, '08

    sorry if I was hard.

    *happy with the treats hehe* muah!*

     

    blisssfully
    blisssfully wrote on Jul 2, '08

    Ahh Sue, I understand where you were. I had loans to pay off, money swiped, was lied to, cheated on, and had drug sales going on at my home while I was at work. That, and so much more. I finally did what i needed to do. Walk away.

    I am glad you were able to do the same.

     

    practicalhermit
    practicalhermit wrote on Jul 2, '08

    no shit

     

    practicalhermit
    practicalhermit wrote on Jul 2, '08

    we all have our days-so get an f'n grip
    and get on with it
    *winks*knew stephan would steer you right dear
    come on through

     

    practicalhermit
    practicalhermit wrote on Jul 2, '08

    here waiting
    (and grinding my teeth impatiently)

     

    practicalhermit
    practicalhermit wrote on Jul 2, '08

    every fault is a challenge to me
    a failed comprehension
    only limeted by structure of my genome
    i never relent
    %#$*&^%$%(+)&*^%
    a moments peace before i unleash again?

     

    practicalhermit
    practicalhermit wrote on Jul 2, '08

    every single day
    we fail
    we strive to do our best
    and fail
    i know you
    i want you
    best on the planet
    my susan

     

    practicalhermit
    practicalhermit wrote on Jul 3, '08

    *wink* now there! is a woman that deserves to be loved
    *smiles* i'll do my best

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jul 4, '08

    *hugs*

    *hugs you back, Peggy* :)

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jul 4, '08

    jharv69 said

    he never hit mum, or me, but it was the tongue. You can hurt with words and they cut deep.It is true, that the tongue is full of deadily poision.

    Same with the ex Jules ~ he never laid a finger on me. But you're right... a vicious tongue can be just as bad as a fist.
    Thanks for calling by hon. :)

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jul 4, '08

    Sue... so near and dear to my heart... and you tell me YOU envy ME for my talent! This is awesome and I find myself, tears streaming... my ex had other addictions... but the "I'm sorry" over and over for years...

    Very powerful. Very well written.

    Thank you Ari! I take that as high praise, coming from you ~ you've got one of the best gifts for writing I know around here. :)
    I'm sorry you've been through a similar situation ~ looking at the comments from people here who know what it's all about, it seems it's more common than you might think.

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jul 4, '08

    I can relate.. been there with someone.. and gave then 4 years to clear up.. they got worse.. we left and they bottomed out a few times.. and today ,,. they .. still have bad times but the past year has been good so far.. fingers crossed for them.. all the damange they did tho.. can never be changed.
    HUGZ

    *hugs*

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jul 4, '08

    strong stuff, strong writing, strong woman ... thank you

    Thank you, Wrath ~ it's good to see you hon. :)

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jul 4, '08

    Sue that experience with that man took you to make the very change that opened the door to Shane and your new life....goodness has found you! xo

    Thanks Minxie! Yep... goodness certainly has found me ~ and I'm never letting him go. :)

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jul 4, '08

    Incredible prose, Sue! You captured the anguish, frustration, resignation, futility and pain of loving an addict so well. Simply powerful!

    Thanks Finn. :)

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jul 4, '08

    WOW!!!!! You give him about 10 more chances then I would have.

    Ten more than I should have done Myke... but that's the way it went. I've often wondered what my life would have been, if I'd thrown him out that first time. I probably wouldn't have gotten online, met Shane and be as happy as I am today, so I'm not complaining!

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jul 4, '08

    and THAT is why im single and aim to stay so

    Yeah Batty... but not all men are assholes! ;) I bet someone will find you, or vica versa, when you least expect it. :) *hugs*

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jul 4, '08

    You have managed to do what I didn't think was possible.
    Which is; to garner more respect than I already had for you.
    I thought you had my total respect before, but you have raised the bar for everyone else...

    Aw shucks, Jerry... you'll have me blushing! God love you, too. (But he won't as much as I do ;)

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jul 4, '08

    sorry if I was hard.

    You weren't at all swetheart ~ just honest, and it was nothing I hadn't told myself a thousand times already. :) *hugs*
    *Leaves potato and cheese pie and a tiramisu for afters*

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jul 4, '08


    I am glad you were able to do the same.

    Ditto, Blissy.

    I can't believe how many of us have gone through similar experiences...

     

    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Jul 4, '08

    *wink* now there! is a woman that deserves to be loved
    *smiles* i'll do my best

    And I know it Shane, and will do exactly the same for you, too. :)

    ROLL ON!!!

     

    coolranch
    coolranch wrote on Jul 4, '08

    I was numb the first time I saw this; I was used to the "Egg, Fried Egg" theme in prior videos.
    You are worth SO MUCH MORE than the way you were treated.
    I almost lost a friend to crack cocaine, he thought he was cool and could just try it. He was wrong; months later, after selling most of his belongings, he had a sudden sober moment and crawled into a Hospital and asked for help (I had no idea where he was at this point). I called his apartment and got his Mom, who was really nervous but then remember who I was and I offered to help clean out his abandoned apt. She had flown across the country to help him. So when people say "Let's decriminalize drugs", it's all I can do to hold my temper. It isn't fun, it isn't cool, it's a dangerous poison with a euphoric side effect.
    He went through hell, too; but he did it to himself. You went through hell because of the deep empathy you have in your heart for the people you care about. Nurses rock.
    Peace to you.

     

    eccentricmare
    eccentricmare wrote on Sep 25, '09

    I'd not seen this. Thanks for sharing. :) Inspiring me to write again. Bless you Sue xxx

     

    auntb93also
    auntb93also wrote on Dec 16, '09

    Yes, I see your point about my comments about Steve. Sure, it's a different situation, but the theme is the same: you want to believe him when he says he's sorry; you want to believe he's learned his lesson. You want, so very much, to believe you were not a fool to love him in the first place.

    A different situation, partly because most of my pain came toward the end. We were doing pretty well, although I knew he was depressed and had painted himself into a corner with opportunities lost and age creeping up on him. I wanted to believe he was working himself out of it, developing some new goals, giving himself some real skills with which to build a career working for himself, since he had no resume to work for someone else.

    I wanted to believe, but I think I always knew it was not going to happen.

     

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    josfreshlybrewedmood
    josfreshlybrewedmood wrote on Apr 20, '10

    "I'm sorry" grows old rather quickly, eh? And it loses any meaning it once had.
    Wow, what a powerful piece...so glad you left that relationship so it did not destroy you.
    Love is not always enough and it does not conquer all. That is the stark reality.
    I have been on both sides of the coin, being a recovering drunk. And I have been with an addict or two. I listened to the "sorrys", the empty promises and the knowledge they were mere words, perhaps because folks were so (too?) patient with me before I got sober. And some part of me held on to the hope, no matter how small it was, that maybe this time things would change. I have come to realize that another's love cannot make a person overcome his or her addiction. That person, point blank, has to make a choice. There comes a point when sorry just does not cut it any more and when love cannot thrive in a relationship with an addict who is still using.

     

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    mousepotato66
    mousepotato66 wrote on Apr 20, '10

    this is the first thing of yours that i ever read. remember?

    Yes, I do, Z Man. And glad you did, or I'd still be a non-member of your Private Club. :)

     

    eccentricmare
    eccentricmare wrote on Apr 21, '10

    I'm glad you commented on this mousie. I saw it again today as a result. ((((Hugs)))))

     

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    serenole
    serenole wrote on May 6, '10

    I knew we were "kin".... we weren't "victims"... we were "volunteers". ( Alanon speak...) :)

     

    goofygreeneyes
    goofygreeneyes wrote on Jun 21, '10

    What's wrong inside me that I can't seem to walk away?

    i wonder that too...

     

    Comment deleted at the request of the author.

    brycecoddnormal
    brycecoddnormal wrote on Jun 1

    Sounds like personal experience...sorry. And sorry, because you probably made that clear way down in the prior comments somewhere, and I am seeing this something like 4 years after the original post.

     

     

     

  • 03/20/08 The Final Odyssey ~ So long, Arthur. Sweet dreams. Please watch the YouTube video

    Sci-fi author Arthur C. Clarke is dead

    This post was updated at 3:52 p.m. PST with more details.

    Science fiction impresario Arthur C. Clarke is dead, according to published news reports.

    And as of 3 p.m. PDT Tuesday, the Wikipedia article on Clarke has also already been updated with a banner across the top that reads, "This article is about a person who has recently died."

    Science-fiction great Arthur C. Clarke has died, according to published reports

    (Credit: Clarke Foundation)

    Clarke was the author, or co-author, of dozens of fiction and non-fiction books. But he will likely always be best known for his novel 2001: A Space Odyssey, which he later turned into a landmark film with Stanley Kubrick.

    But Clarke also was known for works such as Rendezvous with Rama, Childhood's End and The Fountains of Paradise, according to Wikipedia.

    In a 2001 interview Clarke gave to CNET News.com, he talked at length about his then-current work in Sri Lanka as a "champion for gorillas" because of what he saw as a link between global cell phone use and the plight of gorillas in Central Africa due to prospectors hunting for tantalum, a material used in making many gadgets.

    On the Web site for his foundation, the Clarke Foundation, he had a prominent quote, "If we have learned one thing from the history of invention and discovery, it is that, in the long run--and often in the short one--the most daring prophecies seem laughably conservative."

    The fact that he was known as a writer yet spent some of the later years of his life fighting for the rights of apes and warning humankind that innovation is conservative might surprise people who think of him as always forward-looking.

    But for someone with so much work under his belt, it probably shouldn't be surprising.

    In a YouTube video in which Clarke talks about his reflections on life on the occasion of his 90th birthday, the author joked about his age. He said that many people had asked him what it was like to have completed 90 orbits around the sun.

    "Well, I actually don't feel a day older than 89," Clarke said.

    There's no doubt that Clarke was seen as one of the leading lights of science fiction and even of pure science.

    In the comments section of a post on his reported death on Boing Boing, a poster calling him or herself Padster123 wrote, "Rest in peace, voyager! You've always been an inspiration."

    Another poster, Jeff, wrote, "May he have a glorious experience as he travels to the world beyond, something like the star-gate scene from 2001. All hail Hal's daddy!"

    Click for gallery

    Of course, Clarke, who was born on December 16, 1917, had just turned 90 three months ago. So the thoughts in his YouTube video very likely reflect much of his state of mind upon his death. He was born in Minehead, Somerset, England, and in 1988 was knighted by Queen Elizabeth of England.

    "In 1945, a UK periodical magazine, Wireless World, published (Clarke's) landmark technical paper 'Extra-terrestrial Relays,'" his biography on his foundation's Web site reads, "in which he first set out the principles of satellite communication with satellites in geostationary orbits--a speculation realized 25 years later. During the evolution of his discovery, he worked with scientists and engineers in the USA in the development of spacecraft and launch systems, and addressed the United Nations during their deliberations on the Peaceful Uses of Outer Space.

    "Clarke's work, which led to the global satellite systems in use today, brought him numerous honors including the 1982 Marconi International Fellowship, a gold medal of the Franklin Institute, the Vikram Sarabhai Professorship of the Physical Research Laboratory, Ahmedabad, the Lindbergh Award and a Fellowship of King's College, London. Today, the geostationary orbit at 36,000 kilometers above the equator is named The Clarke Orbit by the International Astronomical Union."

    According to Wikipedia, which cited one of Clarke's aides, "Clarke died on the morning of March 18, 2008, after suffering from breathing problems."

  • 05/03/08 - One for us ladies ~ who KNOW!

    Sent to me by my wonderful friend Murka ~ and far too good not to share!

    This truly is the greatest letter ever written.

     
    Subject: The best email...ever

      

     

     

     

         This is an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to American company
    Proctor and Gamble regarding their feminine products. She really gets
    rolling after the first paragraph.

    It's PC Magazine's 2007 editors' choice for best webmail-award-
    winning letter.

    Dear Mr. Thatcher,

    I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years
    and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard
    Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback
    riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up a ND
    down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your
    revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart
    enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be
    aerodynamic I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a
    little F-16 in my pants.

    Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever
    suffered from the curse'? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is
    starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces
    violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my
    body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband
    likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing?

    As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt
    seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your
    customers monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must
    know about the bloat ing, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense
    mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You
    surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend
    Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles
    into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's
    Anatomy was written by drunken chimps.? Crazy!

    The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America
    is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings
    me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of
    cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I
    opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing,
    were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'

    Are you f***ing kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of
    your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing
    happiness is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything
    mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it,
    James?? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be
    anything'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself
    up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't
    march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy
    plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.

    For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you just have
    to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say
    something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or
    'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong', or are you just picking on us?

    Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective
    immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have
    chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will
    certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your
    brand of condescending bull shit. And that's a promise I will keep.
    Always.

    Best,
    Wendi Aarons
    Austin , TX

  • 12/20/07 - Four Candles :)

    Four Candles script sold at auction

    The original script for one of the Two Ronnies most famous sketches has sold for  £48,500 at auction.                                                                                                                                     
    The classic Four Candles sketch, penned by Ronnie Barker and first shown in 1976, showed Barker attempting to buy fork handles in a hardware store.

    A private buyer outbid eight or nine other comedy fans to take home a slice of television history, the Original Memorabilia Company, which handled the auction, confirmed.

    "We had literally hundreds of telephone calls about the auction, but because of the price of the script, only a few of those were in a financial position to place bids," memorabilia department manager Chris Atkins said.

    "We're delighted it has been such a success, but not surprised, as it was a fantastic chance to own arguably one of the most important pieces of television memorabilia there is."

    The Two Ronnies ran for 98 episodes over 12 series between 1971 and 1987, attracting up to 18 million viewers.

    Barker, who entertained millions as one half of the duo with Ronnie Corbett, died in 2005, aged 76.

    The price does not include a 5% buyer's premium.

    Copyright (c) Press Association Ltd. 2007, All Rights Reserved.

     

    The full article contains 207 words and appears in Press Association newspaper.

                                           

    Last Updated: 20 December 2007 9:25 PM

    I'd bet my life that every one of my friends here on this side of the pond have seen this sketch at least once. For those of you who have never heard of the Two Ronnies, or the Four Candles sketch, sit back and prepare to be entertained ~ this is a classic! Pure British humour at its very best....

                                  

  • 23/11/07 ~ Talking to God - Harry Stottle, the Ragged Trousered Philosopher...

    It's loooooooong! But worth a read if you have time ~ really well thought out and written, and I don't think offensive to people who do believe, or don't. Grab yourself a coffee and prepare to be entertained... Hope you enjoy it!

    (And credit where credit's due... http://www.fullmoon.nu/articles/art.php?id=tal )



    Talking to God...

     
    I met god the other day.
     
    I know what you’re thinking. How the hell did you know it was god?
    Well, I’ll explain as we go along, but basically he convinced me by having all, and I do mean ALL, the answers. Every question I flung at him he batted back with a plausible and satisfactory answer. In the end, it was easier to accept that he was god than otherwise.
    Which is odd, because I’m still an atheist and we even agree on that!
    It all started on the 8.20 back from Paddington. Got myself a nice window seat, no screaming brats or drunken hooligans within earshot. Not even a mobile phone in sight. Sat down, reading the paper and in he walks.
    What did he look like?
    Well not what you might have expected that’s for sure. He was about 30, wearing a pair of jeans and a "hobgoblin" tee shirt. Definitely casual. Looked like he could have been a social worker or perhaps a programmer like myself.

    Anyone sitting here?’ he said.
    ‘Help yourself’ I replied.
    Sits down, relaxes, I ignore and back to the correspondence on genetic foods entering the food chain…
    Train pulls out and a few minutes later he speaks.

    Can I ask you a question?
    Fighting to restrain my left eyebrow I replied ‘Yes’ in a tone which was intended to convey that I might not mind one question, and possibly a supplementary, but I really wasn’t in the mood for a conversation. ..

    Why don’t you believe in god?
    The Bastard!
    I love this kind of conversation and can rabbit on for hours about the nonsense of theist beliefs. But I have to be in the mood! It's like when a jehova’s witness knocks on your door 20 minutes before you’re due to have a wisdom tooth pulled. Much as you'd really love to stay… You can’t even begin the fun. And I knew, if I gave my standard reply we’d still be arguing when we got to Cardiff. I just wasn’t in the mood. I needed to fend him off.
    But then I thought ‘Odd! How is this perfect stranger so obviously confident – and correct – about my atheism?’ If I’d been driving my car, it wouldn’t have been such a mystery. I’ve got the Darwin fish on the back of mine – the antidote to that twee christian fish you see all over. So anyone spotting that and understanding it would have been in a position to guess my beliefs. But I was on a train and not even wearing my Darwin "Evolve" tshirt that day. And ‘The Independent’ isn’t a registered flag for card carrying atheists, so what, I wondered, had given the game away.
    ‘What makes you so certain that I don’t?’

    Because’, he said, ‘ I am god – and you are not afraid of me
    You’ll have to take my word for it of course, but there are ways you can deliver a line like that – most of which would render the speaker a candidate for an institution, or at least prozac. Some of which could be construed as mildly amusing.
    Conveying it as "indifferent fact" is a difficult task but that’s exactly how it came across. Nothing in his tone or attitude struck me as even mildly out of place with that statement. He said it because he believed it and his rationality did not appear to be drug induced or the result of a mental breakdown.

    ‘And why should I believe that?’

     

    Well’ he said, ‘why don’t you ask me a few questions. Anything you like, and see if the answers satisfy your sceptical mind?
    This is going to be a short conversation after all, I thought.
    ‘Who am I?’

    Stottle. Harry Stottle, born August 10 1947, Bristol, England. Father Paul, Mother Mary. Educated Duke of Yorks Royal Military School 1960 67, Sandhurst and Oxford, PhD in Exobiology, failed rock singer, full time trade union activist for 10 years, latterly self employed computer programmer, web author and aspiring philosopher. Married to Michelle, American citizen, two children by a previous marriage. You’re returning home after what seems to have been a successful meeting with an investor interested in your proposed product tracking anti-forgery software and protocol and you ate a full english breakfast at the hotel this morning except that, as usual, you asked them to hold the revolting english sausages and give you some extra bacon.
    He paused
    You’re not convinced. Hmmm… what would it take to convince you?
    'oh right! Your most secret password and its association'
    A serious hacker might be able to obtain the password, but no one else and I mean
    NO ONE
    knows its association.
    He did.
    So how would you have played it?
    I threw a few more questions about relatively insignificant but unpublicised details of my life (like what my mother claims was the first word I ever spoke – apparently "armadillo"! (Don't ask…)) but I was already pretty convinced. I knew there were only three possible explanations at this point.
    Possibility One was that I was dreaming or hallucinating. Nobody’s figured out a test for that so, at the time I think that was my dominant feeling. It did not feel real at the time. More like I was in a play. Acting my lines. Since the event, however, continuing detailed memories of it, together with my contemporaneous notes, remain available, so unless the hallucination has continued to this day, I am now inclined to reject the hallucination hypothesis. Which leaves two others.
    He could have been a true telepath. No documented evidence exists of anyone ever having such profound abilities to date but it was a possibility. It would have explained how he could know my best-kept secrets. The problem with that is that it doesn’t explain anything else! In particular it doesn’t account for the answers he proceeded to give to my later questions.
    As Sherlock Holmes says, when you’ve eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
    Good empiricist, Sherlock.
    I was forced to accept at least the possibility that this man was who he claimed to be.
    So now what do you do?
    Well, I’ve always known that if I met god I would have a million questions for him, so I thought, ‘why not?’ and proceeded with what follows. You’ll have to allow a bit of licence in the detail of the conversation. This was, shall we say, a somewhat unusual occurrence, not to mention just a BIT weird! And yes I was a leetle bit nervous! So if I don’t get it word perfect don’t whinge! You’ll get the gist I promise.
    ***********************************

    ‘Forgive me if it takes me a little time to get up to speed here, but it's not everyday I get to question a deity’

    The Deity’ he interrupted.
    ooh. Touchy!’ I thought.

    Not really – just correcting the image
    Now That takes some getting used to!
    I tried to get a grip on my thoughts, with an internal command - ‘Discipline Harry. You’ve always wanted to be in a situation like this, now you’re actually in it, you mustn’t go to pieces and waste the opportunity of a lifetime

    You won’t’ he said.
    Tell you! That’s the bit that made it feel unreal more than anything else - this guy sitting across the table and very obviously accurately reading my every thought. It's like finding someone else's hand inside your trouser pocket!
    Nevertheless, something made me inclined to accept the invasion, I had obviously begun to have some confidence in his perception or abilities, so I distinctly remember the effect of his words was that I suddenly felt deeply reassured and completely relaxed. As he had no doubt intended. Man must have an amazing seduction technique!
    So then we got down to business…
    ‘Are you human?’

    No
    ‘Were you, ever?’

    No, but similar, Yes
    ‘Ah, so you are a product of evolution?’

    Most certainly – mainly my own
    ‘and you evolved from a species like ours, dna based organisms or something equally viable?’

    Correct’
    so what, exactly, makes you god?’

    I did’
    ‘Why?’

    Seemed like a good idea at the time’
    ‘and your present powers, are they in any way similar to what the superstitious believers in my species attribute to you?’

    Close enough. ’

    So you created all this, just for us?’

    No. Of course not’
    ‘But you did create the Universe?’
     
    This One. Yes
    ‘But not your own?’

    This is my own!
    ‘You know what I mean!’

    You can’t create your own parents, so No
    ‘So let me get this straight. You are an entirely natural phenomenon.’

    Entirely
    ‘Arising from mechanisms which we ourselves will one day understand and possibly even master?’

    subject to a quibble over who "we ourselves" may be, but yes
    ‘meaning that if the human race doesn’t come up to the mark, other species eventually will?’

    in one.
    ‘and how many other species are there already out there ahead of us?’

    surprisingly few. Less than fourteen million
    ‘FEW!?’
    ‘Phew!’
    ‘And how many at or about our level?’

    currently a little over 4 ½ billion
    ‘so our significance in the universe at present is roughly equivalent to the significance of the average Joe here on planet Earth in his relation to the human race?’

    a little less. Level One, the level your species has reached, begins with the invention of the flying machine. I define the next level in terms your Sci Fi Author Isaac Asimov has already grasped. It is reached when you achieve control of your own primary – the Sun. What Asimov calls a Type I technology. Humanity is only just into the flying machine phase, so as you can imagine, on that scale, the human race is somewhat near the bottom of the level one pack
    ‘and all these species are your children?’

    I like to think of them that way

    ‘and the point?’

    at its simplest, "Life Must Go On". My personal motivation is the desire for conversation. Once you’ve achieved my level, you cease to be billions of separate entities and become one ecstatic whole. A single entity that cannot die, however advanced, or perhaps, more accurately, because it is so advanced, will get lonely and even a trifle bored! I seem to be the first. I do not intend to be the last
    ‘so you created a Universe which is potentially capable of producing another god like yourself?’

    The full benefit will be temporary, but like most orgasms, worth it.’
    ‘this being the moment when our new god merges with you and we become one again?’
     
    don’t play it down, that’s the ecstatic vision driving us all, me included – and when it happens the ecstasy lasts several times longer than this universe has already existed. Believe me, it really is worth the effort.
    ‘Yes, I think I can see the attractions of a hundred billion year long orgasm’

    and humans haven’t even begun to know how to really enjoy the orgasms they are already capable of. Wait till you master that simple art!
    ‘So it's all about sex is it?’

    Ecstasy is merely a reward for procreating, it is what makes you want to do it. This is necessary, initially, to promote biological evolution. However once you’ve completed that stage and no longer require procreation, you will learn that ecstasy can be infinitely more intense than anything offered by sex’
    ‘Sounds good to me!'
    'How direct is your involvement in all this? Did you just light the fuse which set off the big bang and stand back and watch? Or did you have to plant the seeds on appropriately fertile planets?’

    The seeds evolved in deep space, purely as a result of the operations of the laws of physics and chemistry which your scientists have begun to attain a reasonable grasp of. Yes I triggered the bang and essentially became dormant for nearly 5 billion years. That’s how long it took the first lifeforms to emerge. That places them some 8 billion years ahead of you. The first intelligent species are now 4.3 billion years ahead of you. Really quite advanced. I can have deeply meaningful conversations with them. And usually do. In fact I am as we speak
    ‘So then what?’

    Do I keep a constant vigil over every move you make? Not in the kind of prying intrusive sense that some of you seem to think. Let's say I maintain an awareness of what's going on, at a planetary level. I tend only to focus on evolutionary leaps. See if they’re going in the right direction’
    And if they’re not?’

    ‘Nothing. Usually

    ‘Usually?’

    Usually species evolving in the wrong direction kill themselves off or become extinct for other reasons
    ‘Usually?’

    There have been one or two cases where a wrong species has had the potential of becoming dominant at the expense of a more promising strain
    ‘Let me guess. Dinosaurs on this planet are an example. Too successful. Suppressed the development of mammals and were showing no signs of developing intelligence. So you engineered a little corrective action in the form of a suitably selected asteroid’

    Perceptive. Almost correct. They were showing signs of developing intelligence, even co-operation. Study your velocirapters. But far too predatory. Incapable of ever developing a "respect" for other life forms. It takes carrying your young to promote the development of emotional attachment to other animals. Earth reptiles aren’t built for that. The mammals who are, as you rightly say, couldn’t get a foothold against such mighty predators. You’ve now reached the stage where you could hold your own even against dinosaurs, but that’s only been true for about a thousand years, you wouldn’t have stood a chance 2 million years ago, so the dinosaurs had to go. They were, however, far too well balanced with the ecology of the planet, and never developed technology, so they weren’t going to kill themselves off in a hurry. Regrettably, I had to intervene.
    ‘Regrettably?’

    They were a beautiful and stunningly successful life form. One doesn’t destroy such things without a qualm.
    ‘But at that stage how could you know that a better prospect would arise from the ashes?’

    I didn’t. But the probability was quite high.’
    and since then, what other little tweaks have you been responsible for in our development?’

    None whatsoever. I set an alarm for the first sign of aerial activity, as I usually do. Leonardo looked promising for a while, but not until the Montgolfier brothers did I really begin to take an interest. That registered you as a level one intelligent species’
    So Jesus of Nazareth, Moses, Mohammed…’

    hmmm… sadly misguided I’m afraid. Anyone capable of communicating with their own cells will dimly perceive me – and all other life as being connected in a strictly quantum sense, but interpreting that vision as representing something supernatural and requiring obeisance is somewhat wide of the mark. And their followers are all a bit too obsessive and religious for my liking. It's no fun being worshipped once you stop being an adolescent teenager. Having said that, it's not at all unusual for developing species to go through that phase. Until they begin to grasp how much they too can shape their small corner of the universe, they are in understandable awe of an individual dimly but correctly perceived to be responsible for the creation of the whole of that universe. Eventually, if they are to have any hope of attaining level two, they must grow out of it and begin to accept their own power and potential. It's very akin to a child’s relationship with its parents. The awe and worship must disappear before the child can become an adult. Respect is not so bad as long as it's not overdone. And I certainly respect all those species who make it that far. It’s a hard slog. I know. I've been there.’
    ‘You’ve been watching us since the Montgolfiers, when was that? 1650s?’

    Close. 1783
    ‘Well, if you’ve been watching us closely since then, what your average citizen is going to want to know is why you haven’t intervened more often. Why, if you have that sort of power, did you allow such incredible suffering and human misery?’

    It seems to be necessary.
    ‘NECESSARY??!!’

    Without exception, intelligent species who gain dominance over their planet do so by becoming the most efficient predators. There are many intelligent species who do not evolve to dominate their planet. Like your dolphins, they adapt perfectly to the environment rather than take your course, which is to manipulate the environment.Unfortunately for the dolphin, his is a dead end. He may outlive the human race but will never escape the bounds of planet earth - not without your help at any rate. Only those who can manipulate the world they live in can one day hope to leave it and spread their seed throughout the universe.
    Unlike the adaptors, who learn the point of cooperation fairly early on, manipulators battle on. And, once all lesser species have been overcome, they are so competitive and predatory that they are compelled to turn in on themselves. This nearly always evolves into tribal competition in one form or another and becomes more and more destructive - exactly like your own history. However this competition is vital to promote the leap from biological to technological evolution.
    You need an arms race in order to make progress.
    Your desire to dominate fuels a search for knowledge which the adaptors never require. And although your initial desire for knowledge is selfish and destructive, it begins the development of an intellectual self awareness, a form of higher consciousness, which never emerges in any other species. Not even while they are experiencing it, for example, can the intelligent adaptors - your dolphins - express the concepts of Love or Time.
    Militarisation and the development of weapons of mass destruction are your first serious test at level one. You're still not through that phase, though the signs are promising. There is no point whatsoever in my intervening to prevent your self-destruction. Your ability to survive these urges is a crucial test of your fitness to survive later stages. So I would not, never have and never will intervene to prevent a species from destroying itself. Most, in fact, do just that.’
    ‘And what of pity for those have to live through this torment?’

    I can’t say this in any way that doesn’t sound callous, but how much time do you spend worrying about the ants you run over in your car? I know it sounds horrendous to you, but you have to see the bigger picture. At this stage in human development, you’re becoming interesting but not yet important.
    'ah but I can't have an intelligent conversation with an ant'

    'precisely'

    ‘hmm… as you know, humans won’t like even to attempt to grasp that perspective. How can you make it more palatable?’

    Why should I? You don’t appear to have any trouble grasping it. You’re by no means unique. And in any case, once they begin to understand what's in it for them, they’ll be somewhat less inclined to moan. Eternal life compensates for most things.’
    ‘So what are we supposed to do in order to qualify for membership of the universal intelligentsia?’

    Evolve. Survive’
    ‘Yes, but how?’

    Oh, I thought you might have got the point by now. "How" is entirely up to you. If I have to help, then you’re a failure. All I will say is this. You’ve already passed a major hurdle in learning to live with nuclear weapons. It's depressing how many fail at that stage.’
    ‘Is there worse to come?’

    Much’
    ‘Genetic warfare for instance?

    Distinct Possibility’
    ‘and the problem is… that we need to develop all these technologies, acquire all this dangerous knowledge in order to reach level two. But at any stage that knowledge could also cause our own destruction’

    If you think the dangers of genetic warfare are serious, imagine discovering a secret thought or program, accessible to any intelligent individual, which, if abused, will eliminate your species instantly. If your progress continues as is, then you can expect to discover that particular self-destruct mechanism in less than a thousand years. Your species has got to grow up considerably before you can afford to make that discovery. And if you don’t make it, you will never leave your Solar System and join the rest of the sapient species on level two.’
    ’14 Million of them’

    Just under’
    'Will there be room for us?'

    'it’s a big place'

    ‘and, for now, how should we mere mortals regard you then?’

    like an older brother or sister. Of course I know more than you do. Of course I’m more powerful than you. I’ve been alive longer. But I’m not "better" than you. Just more developed. Just what you might become’
    ‘so we’re not obliged to "please" you or follow your alleged guidelines or anything like that?’

    absolutely not. Never issued a single guideline in the lifetime of this Universe. Have to find your own way out of the maze. And one early improvement is to stop expecting me - or anyone else - to come and help you out.'
    'I suppose that is a guideline of sorts, so there goes the habit of a lifetime! '
    'Seriously though, species who hold on to religion past its sell-by date tend to be most likely to self destruct. They spend so much energy arguing about my true nature, and invest so much emotion in their wildly erroneous imagery that they end up killing each other over differences in definitions of something they clearly haven’t got a clue about. Ludicrous behaviour, but it does weed out the weaklings.’
    ‘Why me? Why pick on an atheist of all people? Why are you telling me all this? And why Now?’

    ‘Why You? Because can accept my existence without your ego caving in and grovelling like a naughty child. '

    'Can you seriously imagine how the Pope would react to the reality of my existence?! If he really understood how badly wrong he and his church have been, how much of the pain and suffering you mentioned earlier has been caused by his religion, I suspect he'd have an instant coronary! Or can you picture what it would be like if I appeared "live" simultaneously on half a dozen tele-evangelist propaganda shows. Pat Robertson would wet himself if he actually understood who he was talking to.
    Conversely, your interest is purely academic. You've never swallowed the fairy tale but you've remained open to the possibility of a more advanced life form which could acquire godlike powers. You’ve correctly guessed that godhood is the destiny of life. You have shown you can and do cope with the concept. It seemed reasonable to confirm your suspicions and let you do what you will with that information.
    You can and will publish this conversation on the web, where it will sow an important seed. Might take a couple of hundred years to germinate, but, eventually, it will germinate.
    Why Now? Well partly because both you and the web are ready now. But chiefly because the human race is reaching a critical phase. It goes back to what we were saying about the dangers of knowledge. Essentially your species is becoming aware of that danger. When that happens to any sapient species, the future can take three courses.
    Many are tempted to avoid the danger by avoiding the knowledge. Like the adaptors, they are doomed to extinction. Often pleasantly enough in the confines of their own planet until either their will to live expires or their primary turns red giant and snuffs them out.
    A large number go on blindly acquiring the knowledge and don't learn to restrain their abuse. Their fate is sealed somewhat more quickly of course, when Pandora’s box blows up in their faces.
    The only ones who reach level two are those who learn to accept and to live with their most dangerous knowledge. Each and every individual in such a species must eventually become capable of destroying their entire species at any time. Yet they must learn to control themselves to the degree that they can survive even such deadly insight. And frankly, they’re the only ones we really want to see leaving their solar systems. Species that haven’t achieved that maturity could not be allowed to infect the rest of the universe, but fortunately that has never required my intervention. The knowledge always does the trick’
    'Why can't there be a fourth option - selective research where we avoid investigating dangerous pathways?'

    'As you can see from your own limited history, the most useful ideas are also, nearly always, the most dangerous. You have yet, for instance, to conquer fusion power but you need to do so in order to achieve appropriate energy surpluses required to complete this phase of your social development. It will, when you've mastered it, eliminate material inequalities and poverty within a generation or two, an absolutely vital step for any maturing species. Yet the discovery of the principles which will soon yield this beneficial bounty could, had you abused them, have ended your attempt at civilisation.

    Similarly, you will shortly be able to conquer biological diseases and even engineer yourselves to be virtually fault free. Your biological life spans will double or treble within the next hundred years and your digital lifespans will become potentially infinite within the same period: If you survive the potential threat that the same technology provides in the form of genetic timebombs, custom built viruses and the other wonders of genetic and digital warfare.
    You simply can't have the benefits without taking the risks'.
    ‘I’m not sure I understand my part in this exercise. I just publish this conversation on the web and everything will be alright?’

    ‘Not necessarily. Not that easy I’m afraid. To start with, who’s going to take this seriously? It will just be seen as a mildly amusing work of fiction. In fact, your words and indeed most of your work will not be understood or appreciated until some much more advanced scholars develop the ideas you are struggling to express and explain them somewhat more competently. At which point the ideas will be taken up en masse and searches will be undertaken of the archives. They will find this work and be struck by its prescience. You won’t make the Einstein grade, but you might manage John the Baptist!

    This piece will have no significance whatsoever if humanity doesn’t make certain key advances in the next couple of centuries. And this won’t help you make those advances. What it will do is help you recognise them’
    'can I ask what those advances may be?'

    'I think you know. But yes - although you are at level one, there are several distinct phases which evolving species pass through on their way to level two. The first, as we've discussed, is the invention of the flying machine. The next significant phase is the development of the thinking machine.

    At your present rate of progress, you are within a few decades of achieving that goal. It marks your first step on the path of technological evolution. Mapping the human genome is another classic landmark, but merely mapping it is a bit like viewing the compiled code in a dos executable. It's just meaningless gibberish, although with a bit of hacking here and there, you might correctly deduce the function of certain stretches of code.
    What you really need to do is 'reverse engineer' the dna code. You have to figure out the grammar and syntax of the language. Then you will begin the task of designing yourselves. But that task requires the thinking machine'
    ‘You say you avoid intervention. But doesn’t this conversation itself constitute intervention – even if people alive now completely ignore it?’

    ‘Yes. But it's as far as I’m prepared to go. Its only effect is to confirm, if you find it, that you are on the right path. It is still entirely up to you to navigate the dangers on that path and beyond.’

    'But why bother even with that much? Surely it's just another evolutionary hurdle. We're either fit enough or not…'

    'In many ways the transition to an information species is the most traumatic stage in evolution. Biological intelligences have a deeply rooted sense of consciousness only being conceivable from within an organic brain. Coming to terms with the realisation that you have created your successor, not just in the sense of mother and child, but in the collective sense of the species recognising it has become redundant, this paradigm shift is, for many species, a shift too far. They baulk at the challenge and run from this new knowledge. They fail and become extinct. Yet there is nothing fundamentally wrong with them - it is a failure of the imagination.

    I hope that if I can get across the concept that I am a product of just such evolution, it may give them the confidence to try. I have discussed this with the level two species and the consensus is that this tiny prod is capable of increasing the contenders for level two without letting through any damaging traits. It has been tried in 312 cases. The jury is still out on its real benefits although it has produced a 12% increase in biological species embracing the transition to information species.
    ‘Alright, so what if everyone suddenly took it seriously and believed every word I write? Wouldn’t that constitute a somewhat more drastic intervention?’

    ‘Trust me. They wont’

    'and so it's still the case, that, should another asteroid happen to be heading our way, you will do nothing to impede it on our behalf?'

    'I'm confident you will pass that test. And now my friend, the interview is over, you have asked me a number of the right questions, and I’ve said what I came to say, so I’ll be going now. It has been very nice to meet you - you're quite bright. For an ant!’
    He twinkled.
    ‘Just one final, trivial question, why do you appear to me in the form of a thirty something white male?’

    ‘have I in any way intimidated or threatened you?’

    ‘No’

    Do you find me sexually attractive?’
    ‘er No!’

    So figure it out for yourself…’

    This work is licensed by Harry Stottle (2000-05) under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 2.5 License.

     

  • Oct 30th '07 - A gentle dig at me Scouse mates, la!

    Hi Guys!

    Well, I've lived here in loverly Liverpool as an Honorary Scouser for over 20 years now, and that kind of gives me the right to take the mick out of the good folks that make up this wonderful city! "Scousers" are the rough diamonds of Liverpool, the 'lovable rogues' and 'scallies' that the city has been made famous for in such TV programs as "Brookside" and the "Harry Enfield Show". I'm sure if you wanted to see clips, they could be found on YouTube, but I'm just taking the opportunity to spread a little Scouse Humour!

    (Strong Language Alert from here on!)

       JOHN LENNON AIRPORT ~  

    Scouser Jokes

           

           Q. If you see a Scouser on a bicycle, why should you never swerve to hit him?

           A: It might be your bicycle

          

          Q: What do you call a Scouser in a suit?

           A: The accused.(yes i know it's an old one)

          

          Q: Why does the River Mersey run through Liverpool?

           A: Because if it walked it would be mugged.

          

          Q: What do you call a Scouser in a three-bed semi?

           A: A burglar.

          

          Q: Why wasn't Jesus born in Merseyside?

           A: Because God couldn't find three wise men and a virgin.

          

          Q: What's the difference between a Scouser and a coconut?

           A: One's thick and hairy, and the other's a coconut.

          

          Q: What do you say to a scouser on a bike?

           A: Stop Thief!

          

          Q: What do you say to a scouser in a uniform?

           A: Big Mac and fries please.

          

          Q: What's the first question at a Liverpool pub quiz night ?

           A: What are you looking at?

        

          

          Q: What do you call a scouser in a White Shellsuit ?

           A: The Bride

        

     
         

      At the end of a tiny deserted bar is a huge scouse bloke - 6ft 5in tall and 350lbs. He's having a few beers when a short, well dressed and obviously gay man walks in and sits beside him. After 3 or 4 beers, the gay fella finally plucks up the courage to say something to the big Liverpudlian.

       Leaning over, he cups his huge ear: "Do you want a blow job?" he whispers. At this, the massive Merseysider leaps up with fire in his eyes and smacks the man in the face. Knocking him off the stool, he proceeds to beat him all the way out of the bar. Finally he leaves him, badly bruised, in the car park and returns to his seat as if nothing had happened.

    Amazed the bartender quickly brings over another beer. "I've never seen you react like that" he says.

    "Just what did he say to you?"

    "I'm not sure" the big scouser replies.

    "Something about a job."

          

      2 Scousers are riding along the M62 from Manchester to Liverpool on a motorbike. They break down and start hitching a lift. A friendly trucker stops to see if he can help and the scousers ask him for a lift. He tells them he has no room in the wagon as he is carrying 20,000 bowling balls but will take a look at the bike for them. He tries everything he knows but is unable to repair it.
    Time is getting on now and he's late for his delivery so he tells the scousers he has to leave.
    "R hey lad" they say "gissa lift".

       The trucker once again explains that he has no room as he is carrying 20,000 bowling balls. The scousers put it to the driver that if they can manage to fit in the back will he take them and he agrees. They manage to squeeze themselves and their motorbike into the back of the wagon so the driver shuts the doors and gets off on his way. By this time he is really late and so puts his foot down. Sure enough PC Plod of Greater Manchester Police pulls him up for speeding. The good officer asks the driver what he is carrying to which he replies Scouse Eggs. The policeman obviously doesn't believe this so wants to take a look. He opens the back door and quickly shuts it and locks it.

    He gets onto his radio and calls for immediate backup from as many officers as possible. The dispatcher asks what emergency he has that requires so many officers.

       "I've got a wagon with 20,000 Scouse eggs in it - 2 have already hatched and the b*****ds have managed to nick a motorbike already".

     

     

      The bartender was washing his glasses, when an elderly Irishman came in.With great difficulty, the Irishman hoisted his bad leg over the barstool,
    pulled himself up painfully, and asked for a sip of Irish whiskey. The Irishman looked down the bar and said, "Is that Jesus down there?" The
    bartender nodded,so the Irishman told him to give Jesus an Irish whiskey,too.

      The next patron to come in was an ailing Italian with a hunched back,who moved very slowly. He shuffled up to the barstool and asked for a glass
    of Chianti. He also looked down the bar and asked if that was Jesus sitting at the end of the bar. The bartender nodded, so the Italian said to give
    Him a glass of Chianti, too.

      The third patron to enter the bar was a Scouser,who swaggered into the bar and yelled, "Barkeeper, giv us a lager der la! Hey, is dat God's Boy down dere?" The barkeeper nodded, so
    the Scouser told him to give Jesus a lager, too.

      As Jesus got up to leave,he walked over to the Irishman and touched him and said, "For your kindness,you are healed!" The Irishman felt the strength comeback to his leg, so he got up and danced a jig out the door.

    Jesus touched the Italian and said, "For your kindness, you are healed!" The Italian felt his backstraighten, so he raised his hands above his head and did a flip out the door.

     

           Jesus walked towards the Scouser, but the Scouser jumped back and exclaimed,"Fuck off, I'll lose my disabiltity benefit!!!!"

     

           Three Scousers and three Mancs are travelling by train to a football Match in London.
    At the station, the three Mancs each buy a ticket and watch as the three Scousers buy just one ticket between them.

          "How are the three of you going to travel on only one ticket?" asks one of the Mancs.
    "Watch and learn," answers one of the Scousers.

      They all board the train. The Mancs take their respective seats but all three Scousers cram into a toilet and close the door behind them.

          Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor arrives to collect the tickets.
    He knocks on the toilet door and says, "Ticket please." The door opens just a crack and a single arm emerges
    with a ticket in hand. The conductor takes it and moves on.

      The Mancs are mightily impressed by this, so after the game, they decide to copy the Scousers on the return trip and save some money.

          When they get to the station, they buy a single ticket for the return trip...To their astonishment,
    the Scousers don't buy a ticket at all !!

          "How are you going to travel without a ticket?" asks one perplexed Mancunian.
    "Watch and learn..." says one Scouser.

          When they board the train the three Mancs cram into a toilet and soon after the three Scousers pile into another nearby.
    The train departs.

          Shortly afterwards, one of the Scousers leaves the toilet and sneaks across to the toilet where the Mancs are hiding.
    He knocks on the door and says, "Ticket please..

          

     

    St. Peter is standing at the Pearly Gates one day when up walks a group of forty Scousers all wanting to get into heaven.

     

    St. Peter tells them that there isn't enough room for them all, and asks them to wait while he goes off to ask God to tell him which ones he should let in.

     

    "Pick the ten most righteous. They shall enter Heaven," says God.

     

    Ten minutes later Peter comes running back to God, out of breath.
    "They're gone!" he exclaims.

     

    "What, all forty?" says God.
    "Not the Scousers," says Peter, "The bloody gates...!"

     

          

    And last but not least, the inspiration for this blog ~ a clip from YouTube pointed out at work yesterday by one of our patients, and which just proves that the most endearing feature of the Scousers is the inate ability to take the mick out of themselves...

     

      SCOUSE FIREMAN SAM ~ VERY Strong Language Alert!! Don't watch if likely to be offended!  

    Scousers ~ I love 'em!