Ring them belles…ya gotta… February 26, 2009
Posted by Liz Mead in : Matters Blue , trackbackIt’s the end of the month and I just trawled through the Spam queue associated with my last post. I don’t know if I’m frightened or exhilarated.
I don’t know how Spammers spam, and I dare say there is an automated something that does the thinking for them…but something in the title or the content triggered a surfeit of the weirdest “stream of consciouness” one has ever read. It would have made Joyce’s Ulysses proud! Or in the very least provided the starting point for an excellent porn script.
I got a message from one of my readers today. What the?!! I have readers???
Well, in all honesty, the “reader” is a dear friend I met in my workplace who has kept in contact. As a thoughtful, clever young woman – whose finest gift is Love-ability - this friend, Belle let me know she was reading and enjoying such spam-worthy words. Bring it on Belley-Mac-Bellestar!
I was gratified. Belle knows how to write.
My posts are now punctuated, as if on an internal bio-rhythm, by the month. As if magically, there is a yearning to spout some new thought, frame it reasonably sensibly, and then shape it into a manageable structure, to send out to the void. God! I think that was a line from a hollywood movie that featured online communication. Save me from filmic cliches! Is my porn-inducing script just the beginning?
What the hell. Cliche, smeeshay (yiddic type word spelt phonetically). I am as cliched as they come.
I have just joined a local theatre and am about to audition for a middle aged woman’s role!
Therefore, of course, I watched the Oscars because they were on. At this point it wasn’t too dificult to connect the timing of the Oscars with the grand conjunction of my own thespian pursuits (enough to make any decent astrologer blush). I had to watch them.
And just to add cliche to smeeshay, I then followed up with a dose of “Tootsie” out of my DVD collection. Of course this was just to ensure I was wholly in the mood for my new life as a suburban star… (Please note, with all due respects to Dustin- God! isn’t Phillip Seymour so much better – Hoffman, that does not make me a drag queen, or a nun-botherer!) …. Sigh.
Soooooo – no great thoughts this month. It’s Dad’s birthday tomorrow.. I’m gratified that I can memorise 2 monologues a 24 hour period, and I am feeling pretty chuffed about most of my life.
loveya belle thanks for not being spam xx
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Awww. this post made my day. I would love to be able to write like you – earnestly, brilliantly, and inspirationally! (I had to double check in Word to see if I’d just made that up – hurrahs abound – i did not!)
xoxox
Break a leg, you’ll be fantastic – you were born for the stage :)