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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