Subject: RANT INSPIRED
Date: Sat, 08 Nov 1997 08:14:14 GMT
From: toxiccow.moosatspam.@mindspring.com (Sister Pammy of the Soil)
Reply-To: toxiccow(MoosSatsPaM)@mindspring.com
Organization: Gription Clench
Newsgroups: alt.slack
The humes have really sucked this week. (Oh, you noticed that, too?)
First my garden design job crashed, then I went to my a cappella group
rehearsal and was greeted by more basic hume bad attitude. One song
we're working on is in French, and you'd think I was Hitler making my
singers saw their own tongues out from the amount of bitching I'm
getting.
"It's all just a bunch of nonsense syllables. How can I memorize
that?" This from a group that can reel off lines like "Je mai lev'un
belle matin, matinata per la prata" from a 16th century Spanish song
without the benefit of a translation. Hell, that song is in some weird
language in the process of ceasing to be Latin while eventually
becoming Spanish, probably a century or two down the road.
"I think I have a mental block against French." ??!!!!???!!@@@???
This from a singer who, when pressed, admitted that he had not
PRACTICED the song all week. In fact, both he and his wife rarely do
their homework. They both learn tunes really well, and figure the
words are someone else's problem I guess.
What's really galling this is that the people who bring a tape
recorder to rehearsal mostly know the words by now, and the others act
like there is NOTHING ELSE they could possibly do to learn it. Like
TAPE THE SONG AND PRACTICE IT FER BOB'S SAKE.
No, what's really galling is how often the merehumes confuse "I can't"
with "I don't really want to, but I said I would so now I'm letting
you know in a sort of subtle and underhanded fashion that I'm not
going to and I'm blaming you for ever even bringing this up."
I know, I know, now I do sound like a Nazi, but it's my party and I
can bitch if I wanna. I just don't get the idea of committing to
something as fun as singing and then whining that you actually have to
do something. Like learn the words. People are so quick to want the
benefits of something without putting in the work that makes a cool
thing happen. I get alot of envy thrown my way some days because I'm
so "artistic" and "creative". What I am is motivated and willing to
bust my ass to get what I want.
But it's more than that even. I recognize something that I think most
people have missed in the world. The step between WANTING and HAVING,
my friends, is CREATING.
Some days I ache to see that thought alive in someone else's eyes.
Mostly what I get are blank stares, or hopeful glimpses followed by
the resounding crash of blinders at the thought that if one stepped
out of one's self-imposed prison of insecurity and denial of life, one
might actually be happy, AND THEN HAVE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO LIVE LIKE
A FREAK IN THIS DREARY WORLD OF PAINLOVERS.
Ah, but I ache for the merehumes, a bad hangover from days past when I
thought they were my people and worth awaking. It is hard to let them
sleep the sleep of the dead, though, when they insist on doing it
right in my songs. The toughest job I have in my life is to let the
pinks be pinks, while my life vibrates with an infinite spectrum of
songs and colors and beauties unimaginable to their pallid souls.
So be it. I'm good at tough jobs.
Sister Pammy of the Soil---it's good to get that one off my chest]
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Subject: Re: RANT INSPIRED
From: nospamum@radix.net (MegaLiz)
Date: Wed, 12 Nov 1997 05:05:08 GMT
toxiccow.moosatspam.@mindspring.com (Sister Pammy of the Soil) wrote:
: Ah, but I ache for the merehumes, a bad hangover from days past when I
: thought they were my people and worth awaking. It is hard to let them
: sleep the sleep of the dead, though, when they insist on doing it
: right in my songs. The toughest job I have in my life is to let the
: pinks be pinks, while my life vibrates with an infinite spectrum of
: songs and colors and beauties unimaginable to their pallid souls.
: So be it. I'm good at tough jobs.
It is hard to watch the neon pinks ever-so-carefully filling in their
death by numbers set. You can't keep them all at bay, you have to let
a few of them in and pat them down and tweak at their knobs, sniff and
poke and see what you get. Every now and then you'll have a delightful
surprise, but those are rare. If you let the others linger, you just
have to try to divert yourself from noticing the way they embrace and
create their pain OVER AND OVER again. Me, I want NEW AND DIFFERENT
PAIN, thankyouverymuch. I am impatient with the repetition and want to
shake them just hard enough to derail that loopy little braintrack.
Too bad most of them have over and under rail redundancy. WASTE WASTE
WASTE.
I'm gonna just give it up soon, I'm pretty sure. For now, I approach
fewer and fewer potential "converts" and try to save the effort for
the ones who can JUST MAYBE make use of it.
There's a nice mommy that I've been tentatively courting for a couple
of months now, but I'm not optimistic. Outwardly, we could not have
more in common. She doesn't seem especially startled by ANYTHING I
say, in fact, part of her appeal is her even-handed behavior. There's
a sort of atmosphere of GOODNESS that follows her around, a reflexive
generosity that she pours in her own path. Her eyes twinkle and she
has a pleasant barking laugh that urges me to be funny. After a brief
conversation with most of these people, I feel deeply sorry for their
kids. But with her, I would venture that nearly ANYONE would discern
that she's the sort of person who OUGHT to have children. That's not
to say that she is UNREAL, my educated eye can see the struggle that
she goes through to maintain her sing-song voice when her brood goes
apelike all at once.
The pessimism may just be a product of my experience. This woman has
Slack, but I'm not at all sure that she sees it for what it is. It's
already clear to me that she doesn't exploit it, and she won't get a
chance to properly enjoy it unless she stops frantically gerbilling
through her life. (Hell, *I'M* gerbilling, but I'm not running around
in SOMEONE ELSE'S WHEEL). Because she is so NICE, my fear for her is
that she's a habitual people-pleaser who will wake up one day to find
that she has footprints all over her scalp, that her wallet is empty
and that her kids are ungrateful shitheads. In that case, I can't SAVE
her, but of course, that doesn't mean that we CAN'T BE FRIENDS. Ahem.
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From toxiccow.moosatspam.@mindspring.com Wed Nov 12 12:18:46 1997
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Subject: Re: RANT INSPIRED
From: toxiccow.moosatspam.@mindspring.com (Sister Pammy of the Soil)
Date: Wed, 12 Nov 1997 20:18:46 GMT
nospamum@radix.net (MegaLiz) wrote:
>
>It is hard to watch the neon pinks ever-so-carefully filling in their
>death by numbers set. You can't keep them all at bay, you have to let
>a few of them in and pat them down and tweak at their knobs, sniff and
>poke and see what you get. Every now and then you'll have a delightful
>surprise, but those are rare. If you let the others linger, you just
>have to try to divert yourself from noticing the way they embrace and
>create their pain OVER AND OVER again. Me, I want NEW AND DIFFERENT
>PAIN, thankyouverymuch. I am impatient with the repetition and want to
>shake them just hard enough to derail that loopy little braintrack.
>Too bad most of them have over and under rail redundancy. WASTE WASTE
>WASTE.
Praise, Megaliz!!!!! You just very succinctly explained to me why I
get so frustrated with my humebuddies, thankyou, thankyou. It is
TORTUOUS to watch the SAME person do the SAME pain over and over.
Don't these humes know how to shed their skins and GROW??? I try and
try to explain it (you take the knife, you make a thin, clean cut down
both sides of your body, across the tops of your head, up the inside
of your legs and around your feet. THEN YOU JUST STEP OUT OF THAT
WORN-OUT OLD BODY YOU'VE BEEN VIEWING THE WORLD FROM
AND MOOOOOOVE ON TO SOMETHING NEW!) The operation isn't that
difficult once you've done it a few times, but they won't believe me!
SNIP
>There's a nice mommy that I've been tentatively courting for a couple
>of months now, but I'm not optimistic.
big SNIP but if you haven't read it already you should
>The pessimism may just be a product of my experience. This woman has
>Slack, but I'm not at all sure that she sees it for what it is. It's
>already clear to me that she doesn't exploit it, and she won't get a
>chance to properly enjoy it unless she stops frantically gerbilling
>through her life. (Hell, *I'M* gerbilling, but I'm not running around
>in SOMEONE ELSE'S WHEEL). Because she is so NICE, my fear for her is
>that she's a habitual people-pleaser who will wake up one day to find
>that she has footprints all over her scalp, that her wallet is empty
>and that her kids are ungrateful shitheads. In that case, I can't SAVE
>her, but of course, that doesn't mean that we CAN'T BE FRIENDS. Ahem.
It is way harder for me to watch my brilliant but SCREAMING PINK
SISTERS do their same old same old without a chance of interrupting
it. Family is tough, tough, tough. Bob knows I've tried, but that
florescent shade of pink just won't wash off. I have two tres sharp
nieces, and one has the latent yeti genes glowing black and purple and
orange from underneath her pretty pink socialization. It is a wonder
to watch this 12 year old kid. I intend to see that the pinks don't
grind her down. Right. Spoken like a true aunt. I guess what I intend
is for her to know why she doesn't have to adopt their programming no
matter how sweetly, lovingly and generously it's offered. Or how
savagely. I watch her and I see myself at that age---she and I are so
much alike (at least for now) that it makes for way cool
conversations, because the understanding goes deeper than the words.
My other niece, the 15 year old, is my best loved pink in the world.
She plays violin, so we talk music and sing. We hang out really well
together. We have big fun, but the species differences are obvious.
Nieces are the ONLY reason I look forward to the holidays (speaking of
PINK STRESS!!!!!!).
SPOTS---it's beginning to look alot like
SSSSSTTTTTRRRRRRREESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Subject: Re: RANT INSPIRED
From: Sketchy Albedo <revjack@radix.net>
Date: 13 Nov 1997 01:27:33 GMT
Previously, Sister Pammy of the Soil wrote:
: Praise, Megaliz!!!!! You just very succinctly explained to me why I
: get so frustrated with my humebuddies, thankyou, thankyou. It is
: TORTUOUS to watch the SAME person do the SAME pain over and over.
: Don't these humes know how to shed their skins and GROW??? I try and
: try to explain it (you take the knife, you make a thin, clean cut down
: both sides of your body, across the tops of your head, up the inside
: of your legs and around your feet. THEN YOU JUST STEP OUT OF THAT
: WORN-OUT OLD BODY YOU'VE BEEN VIEWING THE WORLD FROM
: AND MOOOOOOVE ON TO SOMETHING NEW!) The operation isn't that
: difficult once you've done it a few times, but they won't believe me!
: SNIP
[echo snip]
I just wanted that to propogate s'more.
: Nieces are the ONLY reason I look forward to the holidays (speaking of
: PINK STRESS!!!!!!).
: SPOTS---it's beginning to look alot like
: SSSSSTTTTTRRRRRRREESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!
Not that I'm recommending that you get knocked up or anything, but the
nits are our holiday excuse now. "We can't travel so we're staying home
this holiday season. We will have lots of food and lots of beds and anyone
is welcome to come visit anytime if you promise to behave yourselves and
not be assholes". It works; we get the cream of the family, the ones who
*want* to visit and have a laid-back good time. The rest of the wind-up
automatons are appalled at this nebulous, non-commercial approach and stay
away. Works better than bug lights.
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