First thing I thought of too, FairyChatMom!
She’d like the comparison I’m sure.
Heyo Ellen! The catgoyle’s waving a paw in your direction.
Oh, and I keep a few bandanas around the house too. When I cry, a hanky isn’t going to be any use at all, believe me.
I’m disappointed with you people. Rue comes in one day later than usual with this thing and you guys can’t get more than 40 replies into it by Thursday. With Ellen helping and everything. It’s embarassing. And now we’re reduced to discussing the weather? Gawd.
Okay, fine. We’re in the middle of a warm snap here, and the temperature climbed up to almost 20F. Plus, my response to recent precipitation affords me the opportunity to inform you that my snow blower does, in fact, still work.
Discussing the weather is definitely too boring. So, I propose:
MMP - The Movie, The Musical!
Who plays whom on the screen?
I see Bette Midler as me. She’d capture my subtlety and grace, as well as the singing voice I should have been born with.
So, what’s the weather going to be like in the musicial? Will it have Kleenex?
Oh, that’s nice Snickers. Bring up musicals. Right after Ex showed just how “on the edge” he is anyway. You know how he gets. The least little non-manly man topic and he just panics.
Unless you wanted him to run away screaming.
We use TP for all tissue-related purposes as well. (DogDad gets it by the case down at Sam’s Club). Though he does also have snotrags, which I believe someone mentioned. <reread> Ah, it was Kallessa, though since it was a lady using them she called them handkerchiefs intead of by their real name.
And on a sort-of-manly-topic to rescue Exgineer, how about a confession that I think I’m the only female that’s ever been trained to put the seat UP when I am done with it? (Hey, I live in a house with 2 males - one human and one canine. The canine uses it as an Auxiliary Water Dish. Can’t do THAT with the seat down.) Will that help?
OK, fine, Rue, it doesn’t have to be a musical, but I still think we could make a blockbuster of a movie with a cast of, um, several. And Bette can still play me, since she’s done non-musicals.
So, folks, let’s get this going. Who’s going to play you? What should the storyline be? Make sure we have a few tearjerker scenes for the Kleenex-obsessed among us.
People! People! I’m not talking just to hear myself speak here!
Pretty much the best (only) way to reach me is at work. Since the handle is My.Real.Name@companyIworkfor.com, I have it hidden. If you want to write me a note, just let me know and I will e-mail you privately with the address. I’d love to hear from you, but I’m not a great correspondent, I must warn you.
I tried to keep one or two freebie accounts out there, but I never remember to check them, so they always close.
I propose we borrow a page from our illustrious leader, Rue and make it a Space Western. Just think: a sweeping saga featuring lust, distant planets and penguins!
Wait…
That didn’t sound right…
Don’t worry Winnie, it wasn’t important. I was just going to drop you a line with this messeage:
Subject: Ohhhhhhhh! “WINTERMUTE”
Howdy Winnie,
One of the problems of grazing books from the library is that it’s free. Not REALLY a problem, because free books = good. But since they’re free I can just pick them up by the stack and not worry too much about trivia. Like what the titles are or who wrote them. Silly stuff like that. Couple that with my sieve-like memory, and every day is an adventure!
So I was re-reading one of my own books and had a big “Duh!” moment. Neuromancer by Gibson. (Know what the “Duh!” moment was yet?) Your screen name always sounded vaguely familiar. Couldn’t quite place it though. Now I can.
Wintermute. Good name for an on-line persona. But you could have gone with “Molly Kolodny”. Even though you don’t come across like a razorgirl with blades under your fingernails. And you have much prettier eyes.
Just thought I’d say.
Yer pal,
-Rue.
Than I was wondering if you did the LiveJournal thing. All in all I was quite chatty for e-mail. But you’re all the Lady of Mystery, so you don’t get any mail from me. Nope. Ain’t gonna happen.
And Joel Murray plays me. Always. We have an Agreement.
-Rue. (e-maily)
I wanted Sean Connery to play me, but the studio kept saying “Wilfred Brimley”, so that project is on hold indefinately.
PENGUIN LUST!! Hide the children, call in the dogs! It’s PENGUIN LUST!!
Okay, not that that’s out of the way . . .
I’d like Cher to be the actress to take my part in this sweeping saga of our weekly rendezvous. We have nothing in common, but heck, an actor has got to stretch sometimes, and I think Cher is up to it.
If I can’t have Cher, I’ll take Dame Judith Dench. She’s older than I am, but she can do an American accent, and who minds acting younger than they are?
So, to set the scene (while the rest of you dilly-dally in getting this epic cast), the denizens of Rue’s famous and infamous MMP find themselves together in a seedy, but respectable bar on the far planet of Quirroyal (or wherever). Cut off from the outside by a blinding sand and snow storm (the weather of Quiroyal is rather odd) and fearing an eminent attack by lust-crazed penguins, (and not just any lust-crazed penguins–lust-crazed space penquins) the patrons of the bar (what is the name of this place, anyway?), agree, like Canterbury’s pilgrims, to tell stories to past the time. Amid the tales and speculation, relations between and among the faithful followers and contributors to the fabulous MMP also bloom, flower and, sometimes, fade away. The stories reflect the passions of the patrons, and events inside the bar rival the tales for pathos, smouldering desire and heartstopping acts of daring and bravery.
It’s a movie I’d pay to see!
Oh, wow! Rue wanted to send me, me a personal e-mail! That’s like being asked to the prom by the star quarterback! Not that I had a prom. And they didn’t play competitive sports at my school, so we didn’t have any quarterbacks. And even if we did, and he’d asked me, I would have been too shy to go. But I digress.
I have the same problem, and for the same reasons. 
I can guess. 
Thank you for the compliment on my user name. When I read the book, I thought it would make a cool handle, plus I like the way it sounds when said out loud. I hesitated using it for fear it would sound too arrogant, but fewer people than I imagined seem to make the connection, so it hasn’t been a problem.
No, I’m afraid I don’t wear razors under my fingernails. I cut myself with them the way they are; I’d be in ribbons if I tried wearing razors.
Why, thank you!
No, I’m afraid I don’t. As chatty as I am in real life, I’m not that much of a writer. You’ll notice that even here, I’ll post a lot for a while and then go back to lurking.
The truth is that my attention span is too short for me to maintain a LiveJournal or webpage or anything along those lines. Plus, I just don’t have that much to say. There are a lot of people out there who say the same thing I would, only better.
:Bursts into tears:
So Rue said this earlier:
Who knew we had such a famous writer in our midst? Rue is really William Gibson. He said so, right there. Learn something new every day around here, I guess.
I think Tom Waits should play me in the movie. He never says much in movies that he’s in, but he does seem to pop up every now and then. Plus, we have the same hair style, and Mr. Waits would appear right at home in a bar on the planet of Quirroyal (or wherever). Not sure how he would feel about the whole penguin lust* thing, though.
*Now THAT’s a great band name. “Penguin Lust! Appearing tonight with the Attacking Platypus Band! One night only!”
Ah, sweet, sweet Penguin Lust.
Obviously, he’s my love interest in the movie. And I, of course, am the eccentric and mysterious woman who arrives on a foggy knight - he had to sling me over his armoured shoulder after finding me, unconscious, outside the Museum of Antiquities. Naturally, I have amnesia.
It’s terrible when penguins attack in a prestigious fashion. How dare they! They’re only penguins!
I want to be played by John Rhys-Davies.
Hmmmmmmmmmm, I think I’d like Ashley Judd to play me (not that I could even dream of looking like her). I am the beautiful, but a little hard-edged, leather pants and bustier-wearing owner of the bar who rides a cosmic motorcycle. The leading man and I have known each other for years, and we have a “friendly whenever you’re in town” kinda relationship, if you know what I mean. I like to sit with the men-folk while they’re playing poker, making sure their glasses are always full.
Okay, fine, I used the wrong word–but I spelled it correctly! That gives me at least a half point. I meant “imminent attack by lust-crazed penguins”. Jeez, some people. :rolleyes:
Funny, I don’t picture John Rhys-Davies as a princess . . . .
What brings me out to this bar on Quir®oyal? A cookbook. It’s not a pretty story but it’s true. All true!
See, I came into possetion of this cookbook. Only it wasn’t a real cookbook. It was a big joke cookbook. Only I didn’t know that at the time.
The recipes looked real enough. As long as you didn’t read them too closely. They called for pretend ingredients. Like swede. That’s not a food, that’s a guy from Sweden. Vegetable suet? I looked “suet” up and it turns out that’s the fat around a cow’s kidneys. So vegetable suet would be from a carrot’s kidneys? I don’t think so. Strong flour. Yeah, right! Flour that could beat you up and steal your stuff! Sure. It just went on and on like that.
Finally I couldn’t take it anymore, so I hopped the fist transport outta there. And wound up here. Just in time for the snandstorms (Storms of sand and snow, “snandstorms”. It is too a word!). And attacking penguins. It’s just the way it goes, huh?
Hey Smitty! Gimme another one of these, will ya? Whaddaya mean “I’ve had enough”? I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough! I’ll just come over there and… hey! What’s with the bat? I was kidding! Just kidding! See? Here I am sitting still and quiet. Oh, that’s the way it is? OK, fine. Please may I have another one of these lovely drinks? What are they called? “Pink Penguin”? Nice.
Hey y’all, I’m back? Miss me? Sure ya did!
I have been in southern Indiana/northern Kentucky this week. From Sunday til yesterday, with a side trip to Cincinnati (well, the airport) Sunday. I was supposed to fly into Louisville, KY on Sunday but couldn’t on account of the airport in Louisville was all iced in so my flight got cancelled. Instead I got to fly into Cincinnati (ok, northern Kentucky) and rent a car (a red Pontiac Grand Am which I was gonna do anyway in Louisvile) and drive about 70 miles in snow to the little town in Indiana that I hung out in for three days for work. It was snowy, it was icy, it was coooooooollllllllllllllllllddddddddd! Wedneday morning it was 7 degrees with a -2 wind chill! With crunchy snow even. Did you know that snow starts to get crunchy when it gets to around 14 degrees? The weatherman on the TV station located in Indianapolis told me (and everybody else who was watching) this Wednesday morning. Can you imagine my lil’ ol’ south Jawja self driving around in snow at night in the middle of nowhere southern Indiana? It was an adventure. And, if I never have to do it again, then, yeeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaa! I don’t wanna.
I am a kleenex on the toilet tank person. I also keep kleenex at work but in my office which doesn’t have a toilet in it so the kleenex sits on my desk. Since there are two bathrooms in my house, there are two toilet tanks with boxes of kleenex sittin’ on em.
And, I don’t know from actors, so I don’t know who could play me in the movie/musical. Maybe I should play me in a special guest appearance.
Kallessa has bears sitting on her puter? Now we know where at least some of the basement bears went when Rue moved.
-swampbear (I got nuttin’ about gargoyle kitties)