Monday morning headspace clearance
Sep. 26th, 2005 11:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootWeird stuff this morning, plus reading
castorlion's lj re a meme about lj 'tribes' got me thinking.How I hate this tribal stuff. When I look at the communities I enjoy, they are just full of people who don't necessarily know each other but have so much to chuck out there into the aether, from amazing prose to photographs and pictures and ideas...it feels good, all that creativity, it sparks me up when I have none of my own.
But I laugh at those who need a defined tribe to make them feel special: Don't get me wrong, everybody needs friends; it's when the need for friends becomes a hysterical desire to create the 'we's' and the 'not-we's', to feel above and beyond, that a perfectly normal desire to be with others of like kind turns into self-aggrandisement and popular prejudice: I have had the unpleasant experience of witnessing the backward flips of those who will do anything and say anything to belong. One of the most corrupt people of my acquaintance would claim this as a necessary survival instinct, and it's a cogent argument if one is a chimp among chimps. As human society evolves, it manages to be dangerous, irrelevant and most of all, dull; quite an achievement really.
The only ones more embarrassing than those who need a gang, are those who need a superior gang; some kind of cognoscenti, a glorious illluminati to make themselves feel part of the brotherhood*. I never know whether to laugh or cringe. 21st century, and all that crap is going to die out or burn away. Chums are always great, let's swap ideas and stuff. We can like each other without gang approval. Let's do that.
In other news: Last night's Italian meal has infused me with so much garlic the cats won't come near me. This is embarrassing, I can almost feel the flowers wilt as I approach. Showering doesn't help, and neither does chewing copious amounts of parsley. Short of rubbing myself all over with a cut potato, or bleaching my bath water, I'm out of ideas.
And another thing: sensesmmm. Weird the things I forget. I've always loved sight and smell the very best; but touch, I recently remembered, is stellar.
*No, I don't know which part they feel.
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Date: 2005-09-26 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-26 11:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-26 11:20 am (UTC)Tastes good. Needs potato.
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Date: 2005-09-26 02:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-26 02:46 pm (UTC)P.S. This soup is cold.
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Date: 2005-09-27 10:39 am (UTC)I'm astonished Darling Girl, I would have thought that Boot Soup would be one of the hottest things possible.
As for getting you out of the bath, I must admit most of my plans and stratagems involved getting you out of other things.
Would a pair of huge robotic terror legs be useful at this point ?
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Date: 2005-09-27 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-27 02:27 pm (UTC)They could extend to make bestriding the world like a colossus easier and then contract for walking under low doorways without banging your head.
Yes, Extending terror legs must now be made for the good of all mankind.
Or at least the poor Boot...
A simpler solution occurs to me however, it seems that you _had_ legs when you got into the bath, and I know I have seen you with legs, I remember it distinctly.
I've also heard of more recent occurances of you "getting legless" using alcohol as a working fluid. How did you recover from those ?
it's a secret
Date: 2005-09-27 02:37 pm (UTC)Whenever I find myself legless, I get a good friend to bury me head first in a potato field...or what they think is a potato field... after a while, the legs just start to grow out of me like tubers. Longer and longer they get, until feet sprout at the ends and small leaves begin to fan out from between my toes. Then of course, overweighting is a problem; my solution is to spend a while swinging my legs in the air, left to right until they touch the ground one side or the other, then with a mighty vault, I pull myself out of the ground and walk away.
Obviously, best keep this shtum. You know what people are like.
Re: it's a secret
Date: 2005-09-27 03:04 pm (UTC)This does however bring the idea that you, or indeed anyone else, could nibble your legs extensivly with no long term side effects.
Except perhaps for fits of the giggles and extended periods upside down in a certain field.