Daddy's Little Princess.

[Violet]

.. okay, my beloved.. I'm back, and I'm just so tired I'm amazed I'm even working a keyboard. Today just sucked in so many ways that it's really best to just move forward, and not look back. [sort of thing] I guess it's that I was feeling vulnerable somehow, and the city can feel so harsh sometimes, when you're just not up to it. On the other hand, my AMAZING hairdresser cut my hair just so perfectly.. [as he always does].. and he made it feel so nice 'n soft.. [as he always does].. and he's just so very nice himself--just the best.. [calls me "sweetie"].. so.. yeah, it was great to get pampered at my favorite salon, I have to say--it made me feel much much better, all told. [thank heaven]

.. anyway, I just stopped by to say good-night. I wish I were actually kissing you, my love.. (I really really do).. (more than you know, probably).. but.. well, this is all I got.. x

.. and this is a new singer for me. I know this Rodgers & Hart song through Ella, but can't find it on youtube. I'm afraid this recording lacks the pizzaz that Ella's recording has.. still.. (it's what I got).. (my angel)..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQQTDPL9we0
FULL SCREEN..

I just love Lorenz Hart's lyrics.. (but first, another kiss good-night.. x.. my love)


I've Got Five Dollars

Mister Shylock was stingy
I was miserly too
I was more selfish
and crabby than a shellfish
Oh, dear, it's queer
what love can do
I'd give all my possessions for you

I've got five dollars
I'm in good condition
and I've got ambition
that belongs to you!

Six shirts and collars
debts beyond endurance
on my life insurance
that belongs to you!

I've got a heart
that must be spurtin'
Just be certain I'll be true

Take my five dollars!
Take my shirt and collars!
Take my heart that hollers!
"Ev'rithing I've got belongs to you!"

I've got five dollars
eighty-five relations
two lace combinations
they belong to you!

Two coats with collars
Ma and Grandma wore'em
all the moths adore 'em
they belong to you!

I've got two lips that care for mating
therefore waiting
will not do!

Take my five dollars!
Take my shirt and collars!
Take my heart that hollers!
"Ev'rithing I've got belongs to you!"


x

[Violet]

.. my love, I thought I had another shoo-in for your Red wine club over at Drinkify.. but, I guess not..

“THE IRVING BERLIN”
12 oz. Bottled water
12 oz. Lemon juice
Combine in shaker and strain into cocktail glass. Serve. Stir quickly.

.. or [for the lemon-colored sensitive]:

“THE IRVING BERLIN”
12 oz. Bottled water
12 oz. Lemon juice
Combine in shaker and strain into cocktail glass. Serve. Stir quickly.

.. okay, this is actually good for me. I mean, I wanted to learn more about the composers and lyricists who wrote some of my favorite standards, and in trying to fathom these imponderable, drinkifying fluctuations.. [as per the Drinkify website, I mean].. [oh, and which were influenced by drink itself, no doubt].. well, it seems a reliable route to finding out more about these topmost American songwriters. [??]

.. now, I know Cole Porter, for example, lived a rather "anything goes" lifestyle, as it were.. although I've not yet discovered heroin to be included in that. I haven't read that much on him, though I did see the movie starring Kevin Klein.. [called De-Lovely].. [my favorite part being Alanis Morissette singing "Let's Do It, Let's Fall in Love," which I've posted on this thread, actually].. but even in that film, I don't recall heroin being a theme.. so.. [need to keep digging, I guess]

.. and now here's Irving Berlin--and all that lemon juice. But why?

.. Dylan--okay, maybe he needed some cough syrup.. but lemon juice??.. I mean, why such a sour reception??.. what, is White Christmas to blame?.. [though surely there's Bing Crosby to take to task for.. actually..

“THE BING CROSBY”
1 bottle Red wine
Serve at room temperature.

.. I'm sorry, my love. I had no idea Bing would be joining your club. "It never entered my mind".. [though that's Hart, not Berlin].. [gosh, I'm getting good at these lyrics, it seems like]

.. anyway, I guess all I can do is continue my investigations and report back as I find relevant details. In the meantime.. I have my own story concerning Irving Berlin. That's right:

My Very Own Story About Irving Berlin
[as told to me by my grandmother]

.. okay, so.. Once Upon a Time.. when my grandmother was quite young--maybe seventeen or so.. that's when she used to travel to see my grandfather up in Providence, Rhode Island, where he was a violinist in the Providence Orchestra . Now, apparently there used to be a ferry that went up there from New York, which is how my grandmother would travel..

.. so.. on one of these trips.. well, it seems the weather got rather nasty.. and I'm now imagining my grandmother.. [who was quite a beauty, by the way].. but somehow I'm imagining her on deck.. [as I believe that's how she described it].. actually, all the passengers were on deck, sitting on these benches in this nasty nasty weather.. when along comes this well dressed man--no doubt wearing a nice overcoat or raincoat, and fedora--and he's got a large spoon in one hand, and a bottle of Pepto-Bismol in the other.. [yes, Pepto-Bismol].. and he's pouring the Pepto-Bismal into the spoon, and offering it to each passenger as he passes by (!)..

.. well, after he passed by my grandmother.. [who, I imagine, took the medicine] [maybe given people were, uh, heaving all around her].. but after he passed by.. [and she dutifully took her spoonful].. the person next to her said: "Do you know who that was?".. "No," my grandmother [naively] replied. "Why, that's Irving Berlin!" the person exclaimed.

.. this person then went on to say that the reason Mr. Berlin was on his way to Providence was due to the fact that these songwriters went to various cities, stopping by the music stores [which of course were selling their records and sheet music], so to demonstrate their "wares," as it were.. thus, they would play their latest compositions on the pianos that these stores always had back then. And thus it was that he came to be on the same ferry that day with my grandmother, administering Pepto-Bismol. [!?]


.. so, yes, Ladies and Gentlemen.. this may well be the first time this little piece of the Irving Berlin story has been set to, uh, thread-dom. [unless some other granddaughter or other has relayed such tale] [oh, whose grandparent just happened to be on the same ferry]

Of course, I'm sure--now that I've come out with this--that musicologists everywhere will be scurrying to try to factor Pepto-Bismol.. [along with, uh, lemon juice, I guess].. into their overall understanding of the songwriter whom George Gershwin called: "the greatest songwriter that has ever lived".. [this, according to "wiki"].. just as composer Jerome Kern concluded that "Irving Berlin has no place in American music—he is American music." [this, also according to "wiki"]

.. now, unlike Cole Porter.. [who was from wealth].. Berlin had very humble roots, having been born in late 19th century Tsarist Russia, where he saw his home burned to the ground as part of an anti-Jewish pogrom.. this, followed by a grizzly childhood in the slums of New York's Lower East Side. But his father had been a cantor in a Russian synagogue, and so he decided music would be the best path, even having had very little in the way of formal education. [all as per "wiki"]

.. anyway, I'm drawn to these histories, and so maybe will pursue them in more depth at some point. [even if I'm doubtful that such "in depth" knowledge will get me any closer to understanding the Fab Three over at Drinkify] [let's face it: they were soused]


.. well, anyway.. (my love).. I've always been rather charmed by my grandmother's story.. and.. I don't know, somehow I can imagine you administering Pepto-Bismol in that same conscientious way. [of course, that wasn't exactly the most hygienic thing to be doing.. but, maybe he spared some people some serious stomach upset] [even if they happened to have caught the flu from the last person who used the spoon].. [even so..

.. okay, my love. I may be going to Gotham tomorrow, yet again. I have a dinner to attend to.. not that I'm thrilled about it, exactly.. but..

.. alright. As to the Fab Three Drinkifiers and their rather "sour" assessment of poor Mr. Berlin.. I'll be keeping track of these offenses. I'm not sure what I'll do about them, but I'll at least keep track. Actually, I'm just grateful they didn't know about the Pepto-Bismol story when they drinkified him. I mean, that makes cough syrup seem like a fairly nice after dinner drink. [almost].. [I mean, if one had to choose]

.. okay, my angel.. I do hope all is well with you. I did make it out to our lake today, even though it was nearly raining, and everything was grey looking.. still, it was quite beautiful somehow.. in that bleak sort of way. It was windy, too.. and.. I don't know, in thinking about you, even amidst all that bleakness, it did feel rather romantic.. even a bit heroic seeming..

.. okay, so, I again send my little kiss.. x.. oh, and I thought I'd check in with how this particular singer handled Mr. Berlin.. (it's a singer I'm rather enamored of, in fact)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4sdWwpcB3w
FULL SCREEN..

.. xx xxx x.. xx xx.. xx x.. x.x..xx.

[Violet]

“THE GEORGE GERSHWIN”
8 oz. Fucking Rum
8 oz. Cough syrup
2 oz. Egg
Combine in highball glass and serve. Stir slowly. Garnish with twist of lemon.

.. okay, now, here I’m actually grateful for the lemon. [funny how these things change on you]

.. of course, before I thought Dylan was in trouble. [and that, if you recall, just involved gin and cough syrup] And so, here we can only assume a Byzantine form of anarchy is underway.

[lack of sleep, probably]

.. but, I mean, come on.. for the composer of Rhapsody in Blue??.. Porgy and Bess??.. (as in Summertime???).. and American in Paris??.. and a whole mess of other great stuff??

[yes, apparently]

.. now.. [getting down to business, here].. is Fucking Rum in any way related to Buckfast?.. It could be, you know.. except it's probably more Red Light district, as opposed to Fuck-All—which, in any case, is more “Anything Goes”.. which, of course, returns us to heroin.

[Note to the Reader: you will be tested on this, and so I advise your taking notes]

[oh, and he/she with the highest test score gets a party with the Fab Three Drinkifiers as bartenders]

[I know, but it seems like just desserts somehow] [although I'm not exactly sure why]

[we'll pick up on all this Fuck-All business further on.. in the meantime, just consider Fucking Rum as this Holiday's Season's all purpose drink for Heartwarming Merriment, and Fucking Good Cheer].. [I'm sorry about the language, but hey: they started it]


.. okay.. my love.. my angel.. how are you?.. I have to say, I’ve been missing you. [very very much] Last night at dinner I actually caught myself imagining you sitting right next to me.. just as I was imagining secretly massaging your thigh under the table.. (thinking that maybe you’d be massaging mine, as well). Of course, it would have been even better if we were alone doing that.. but.. sometimes these things can’t be helped. [these pesky assorted dinners 'n things, I mean]

[sigh]

.. I did wind up at Rodeo Bar, which is the sort of place where you can very often just go in [with no cover], and get a table, and have some unshelled peanuts and a beer, and see a Rockabilly type band that is real real good. Last night it was something of a Christmas show, with a lead guitarist/singer who was fairly fantastic, and quite fun, too. As is typical of Rockabilly fare, at one point he just launched into Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lot of Love.. [??].. but, actually, I have to say, it was entirely satisfying. [and now, I honestly don't have to hear that song again for the rest of my life--and that's a good thing, right??]

.. meanwhile, my angel.. I’m still moving toward my goal of finishing this writing I’m doing by sometime in January.. at which time, I will celebrate by drinking a "George Gershwin," followed by a "Cole Porter" chaser.

[all reading this should probably stop and consider this for a moment]

.. this is not to forget.. (my love).. the chocolate ice-cream cone you promised.

[not to forget]

.. so.. that’s sort of where things are at. I didn't make it out to our lake today.. but I did find myself thinking about you rather intently. Sometimes I think my best letters to you never quite make it here, alas.. although maybe that's for the best. [privacy wise, I mean]

.. anyway, my love.. in considering what to post for you this evening, and in thinking about George Gershwin.. I couldn't help but post this, even though I know I've posted it before, though maybe not on this thread.

.. but, between the dance, the brilliant lighting.. the emotive scoring.. and just the sense of surrender, and.. maybe it's the interiority of sex, which is slightly tainted here, or tinged with darkness.. and.. well, earlier I was thinking again of your speaking of slavery in your song.. love's slavery in particular.. and I can imagine that place of slavery just perfectly here.. that sometimes dark and inevitable place of love's surrender.

.. I miss you.. x

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlvzGT1Ta2w&feature
FULL SCREEN..

.. xx xxx.. xx xxx.xxx .xx.. xx..

[Violet]

.. my love, I wasn't sure if I was going to write tonight.. I'm tired, my angel. And a bit sad, too.

.. I did make it out to our lake earlier, and it was so doggone cold that my fingers froze--and that's even with the ski gloves on (!).. oh, and my toes froze, as well. [and I wear three layers of woolen socks, too] Riding on a bike, given the wind is on you, only makes the temperature that much colder. I felt like the wind was blowing right through my clothes, as well.. so, it's going to be tough going for a while. Still, I find I'm always glad I'm out there at our lake, no matter what the weather. The sun today was just so bright, maybe given it was rather low in the sky, as it was nearing sunset.. and it shone across the water just like--actually, just like the sparkles I'm using right now for my Christmas cards. I've been so remiss the last few years about doing holiday cards that I decided I'd act like a kid, and get colorful construction paper, and glue, and sparkles, so I could make cards myself. There are now glimmers of sparkles on every surface around here. [including, I noticed, on my face] Oh, and I plan on making sure I have the correct ingredients this year to make some decent holiday cookies, etc.. [since I don't want to repeat last year's fiasco] [crumbly, yucky Snickerdoodles, as some here may recall] [oh, given I had the wrong kind of flour, and no cream of tartar]..

.. anyway, my love.. I'm feeling a bit--oh, I don't know. I just feel so stuck, I guess in a larger sense, since on a day to day basis, I feel I have a lot to accomplish, and in that way I don't feel stuck at all.. but

.. anyway, I don't know what else to say. It's just not easy for me, whatever this place is I've arrived at. And there's poor visibility: like two inches in front of me.. and that's not helping either.

.. so.. those are my near confessions to you, my love.. for the evening.

I did go to youtube earlier to see what I might find in the way of Christmas/Hanukkah sort of stuff.. and somehow I found myself over at youtube's rather 'dirty holiday' section--which, of course, I had to check out.. [given this was once Cumalot, after all].. but, I have to say, it was rather depressingly bad, and tasteless.. so.. nothing on that front.

.. but I did come across this, though.. [in another section, that is].. and..

well, it has me imagining being in Paris with you.. a snowy snowy Paris.. and we'd be in one of the apartments that are pictured here, and maybe we'd be listening to music like this.. and it would be nice and warm inside, and

.. well, I guess you could fill in the rest. I do wish we were there right now, my love.. x.. (may you have the sweetest dreams tonight, my angel)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vfcLYjom ... re=related
FULL SCREEN..

.. xx x x.. xxx x x.. xx x.. xx..

[Violet]

.. my love, it seems this famous singer isn’t quite up to the Red wine club standards for some reason, although he makes a good start here..

“THE MARIO LANZA”
8 oz. Red Wine
8 oz. Grenadine
1 oz. Sweetened lime juice
Combine in highball glass and serve. Garnish with sugar.

.. okay, I’m beginning to suspect that our Fab Three over at Drinkify—given the high sugar content of this drink—may, in fact, be twisting the knife here just a bit, as concerns Mario’s reputed weight problems—which, I’m just reading now at wiki were not what lost him the role in the Student Prince [as has been alleged].. [it's a film where they at least use his singing voice, which must have been recorded before his, uh, being fired].. but, no, it seems it was a disagreement with the director that was at issue. [FYI, Drinkifiers].. [geez]

.. now, as wiki describes him [which I guess does go to the sugar content in that drink] [it turns out]:

... Lanza was known to be "rebellious, tough, and ambitious," and during most of his film career he suffered from addictions to overeating and alcohol which had a serious effect on his health, and his relationships with directors, producers, and, occasionally, other cast members. Hollywood columnist Hedda Hopper writes that "his smile, which was as big as his voice, was matched with the habits of a tiger cub, impossible to housebreak." She adds that he was the "last of the great romantic performers." He made three more films before dying of a pulmonary embolism at the age of 38. At the time of his death in 1959 he was still "the most famous tenor in the world." Author Eleonora Kimmel concludes that Lanza "blazed like a meteor whose light lasts a brief moment in time."
[end wiki quote]

.. and here he is in full operatic mode..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GubJVThm ... re=related
FULL SCREEN..

.. actually, I’m reminded of one of my favorite paintings. It’s by Antoine Watteau. [who would also meet an early demise] It’s a painting called Pierrot, which I've posted below.

It's the light in the painting that captures me. As well, the rather humble seeming stance of the figure. I might re-name it “Portrait of the Artist,” as I think it gets at something of the artist’s predicament.

.. I did a quick wiki again.. [gosh, for someone with “wiki issues,” I sure use wiki a lot these days].. but, this interested me [speaking of Watteau]:

... Although his mature paintings seem to be so many depictions of frivolous fêtes galantes, they in fact display a sober melancholy, a sense of the ultimate futility of life that makes him, among 18th century painters, one of the closest to modern sensibilities. His many imitators, such as Nicolas Lancret and Jean-Baptiste Pater, borrowed his themes but could not capture his spirit.
[end wiki quote]

.. and here is some wiki on the figure of Pierrot throughout history.. [actually, I was sort of grooving with this until it got to Modernism, which seems rather simplistic, I'm afraid] [just thought I'd mention]:

... It was a generally buffoonish Pierrot that held the European stage for the first two centuries of his history. And yet early signs of a respectful, even sympathetic attitude toward the character appeared in the plays of Jean-François Regnard, and in the paintings of Antoine Watteau, an attitude that would deepen in the 19th century, after the Romantics claimed the figure as their own. For Jules Janin and Théophile Gautier, Pierrot was not a fool but an avatar of the post-Revolutionary People, struggling, sometimes tragically, to secure a place in the bourgeois world. And subsequent artistic/cultural movements found him equally amenable to their cause: the Decadents turned him, like themselves, into a disillusioned disciple of Schopenhauer, a foe of Woman and of callow idealism; the Symbolists saw him as a lonely fellow-sufferer, crucified upon the rood of soulful sensitivity, his only friend the distant moon; the Modernists converted him into a Whistlerian subject for canvases devoted to form and color and line. In short, Pierrot became an alter-ego of the artist, specifically of the famously alienated artist of the 19th and early 20th centuries. His physical insularity; his poignant muteness, the legacy of the great mime Deburau; his white face and costume, suggesting not only innocence but the pallor of the dead; his often frustrated pursuit of Columbine, coupled with his never-to-be vanquished unworldly naïveté—all conspired to lift him out of the circumscribed world of the Commedia dell'Arte and into the larger realm of myth. Much of that mythic quality still adheres to the "sad clown" of the postmodern era.
[end wiki quote]

.. oh, as to "Columbine":

... [Pierrot's] character in postmodern popular culture—in poetry, fiction, the visual arts, as well as works for the stage, screen, and concert hall—is that of the sad clown, pining for love of Columbine, who usually breaks his heart and leaves him for Harlequin.
[end wiki quote]

.. and now, I’m thinking.. well, not really of the sad clown, exactly.. but

.. well, so often for the artist it’s to be on stage—both literally, and not.. but it's to be “performing” the pain of the many, for the many—and yet, in this it’s to be alone, since that seems the sacrifice.. though often it’s a hidden aloneness.

.. and so, now I'm thinking of you, my love.. wondering what I might post of yours in terms of some of this.. and.. well, I first thought to look at some of your darker, more obscure songs from Songs of Love and Hate, maybe.. or Songs From a Room.. only.. well, then I thought of your older self—

in this I thought.. I don’t know.. when one is a young artist.. yes, some brilliant works are very often realized—and certainly this is a good thing, especially when so many die so very young. It's true too that some early works speak more to the pain one is in, perhaps, while being less "realized," aesthetically speaking.. but it’s when one is older, and comes into one’s own in terms of possessing a more mature sense of oneself.. well, in terms of you, at least.. (my love).. it's to have a quiet power, I think.. one that speaks with humility.. and even resignation.

.. and so.. well, first, I know I’ve posted this before.. but, still, it comes to mind as to this older form of "self knowing".. and it seems somehow right for this holiday time, as well.. with the New Year dawning..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHMxKgNbATo
FULL SCREEN..

The Land Of Plenty

Don't really have the courage
To stand where I must stand
Don't really have the temperament
To lend a helping hand

Don’t really know who sent me
To raise my voice and say
May the lights in the Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

I don’t know why I've come here
Knowing as I do
What you really think of me
What I really think of you

For the millions in a prison
That wealth has set apart
For the Christ who has not risen
From the caverns of the heart

For the innermost decision
That we cannot but obey
For what’s left of our religion
I lift my voice and pray
May the lights in the Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

I know I said I’d meet you
I’d meet you at the store
But I can’t buy it, baby
I can’t buy it anymore

I don’t really know who sent me
To raise my voice and say
May the lights in the Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

For the innermost decision
That we cannot but obey
For what’s left of our religion
I lift my voice and pray
May the lights in the Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.


and lastly here—oh, Happy Hanukkah, my love!.. [and Happy Hanukkah to all those celebrating]..

.. and, as it’s also Christmas week..

well, I’m still imagining we’re in that apartment, my love.. [yes, we're still there].. [in snowy snowy Paris]. I guess we bought a lot of supplies—the snacking kind.. good cheese ‘n fruit ‘n things.. and

in any case, half of me is residing there just now.. (as I see to my holiday preparations).. and in that I'm with you, my angel.. with all that snow outside.. and so, there's that crispness in the air.. that slight excitement.. and

.. my kiss.. x.. (my love).. (still, I'm missing you)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJ_zx96H ... re=related
FULL SCREEN..

.. xx xxx.. xxx xx x.. xx.. xx..

[Violet]

OCCUPY HANUKKAH

.. okay, I'm up early today, my love. Just couldn't sleep.

.. anyway, I thought I'd post my annual, uh, Hanukkah greeting, a la [you know who]. [Strange you're not mentioned, by the way.. but then, most might assume you were Jewish, I guess]..

.. anyway, it's that time of year again when, well, poor little Presbyterians like me feel a bit left out..

.. (my kiss to you, my love.. x)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xDV_reO9 ... re=related
FULL SCREEN..

.. xx xx.. xx x.. xx x.. xx x.. xx.. x

.. [could you guys, uh, decide on a spelling, though?].. [geez]

[Violet]

.. Leonard, my love.. my angel.. I know you're celebrating 'n all, but.. well, I just wanted to say that I'm rather proud of myself, given I was having just the very worst day imaginable, especially since my brother is not doing well, and--well, I won't go into it.. but those times I'm tired from not having had enough sleep, as things were today.. well, that's when this situation in particular can really get to me--and pretty bad.. so.. I don't know, things were looking rather bleak there for a while.. I mean, real bleak.. but, you know what I did??.. I forced myself to get out to our lake.. [which is something I missed doing yesterday].. but, yes, I did that, even in the bitter cold, and it really cleared my head. I feel just so much better, and.. well, I adore you. That's all. Just adore you.

.. so.. I'll be going to Gotham tomorrow to do some holiday shopping, and to feign good cheer. [in case I'm not feeling terribly cheerful]

oh, also--I admit to wasting some serious time at Drinkify today.

.. so..

DRINKIFYING THE SUNSET STRIP

.. now, don’t you think these two should probably be switched?.. I mean..

“THE MONKEES”
1 bottle LSD
Serve on rocks. Stir vigorously. Garnish with fire.

"THE JIMI HENDRIX”
10 oz. Old Rip Van Winkle Bourbon
Serve neat.

.. or, no, instead of bourbon, the Monkeys should have

“THE MONKEES”
1 pitcher Cherry Kool-Aid
oh, which means, keep: 1 bottle LSD [how many tabs is that?]
Serve at dawn. Oh, and keep: Garnish with fire.

.. wait, so that's:

“THE MONKEES”
1 pitcher Cherry Kool-Aid
1 bottle LSD
Serve at dawn. Garnish with fire.

[this will all make more sense once you read my next/last installment] [sort of].. [in a general sort of way]

.. oh, and, my love.. I did find another Red wine club member--again, sort of. I mean, I hesitated posting it, since I knew you might feel a little left out, yet again.. I mean, given

“THE DIANA KRALL”
1 bottle Red wine
Serve at room temperature. Garnish with national flag.

.. yeah, she got the little flag thingy. And just think, you might have two national flag thingies.. even three, if we count Spain.. but..

[sigh]

.. I know, I promised you I'd speak to the Fab Three over at Drinkify about all this, but I'm storing up offenses first--THEN I shall do a whole presentation.

[I will, of course, go after one of the britsters, since he or she would more likely be binge-drinkingly soused.. so.. I may make some headway, then] [unless they're ugly drunks.. and, actually, from the look of things, I'd say at least one of them is] [which might explain a few things] [I mean, I'm still not quite over Julie Zandrews]

.. speaking of..

.. okay, my love.. now, I'm not saying I have quite the same complex with this singer as I do with Julie Zandrews, so don't get your sexy boxers all in a twist.. [my angel].. [actually, I just got a little excited, there].. now, what was I--

oh.. so.. to be honest.. I do have some.. oh.. je ne sais quoi sort of

okay, yes: allegiance to this person. [okay: duo, but it's really Karen I'm talking about] And, yes, allegiance, goddamn it! [my god, is there no decency left in this world??!!]

“THE CARPENTERS”
8 oz. White whine
Serve neat. Garnish with glowstick.

No, you're not hallucinating: they said "White whine." That's right. "Whine." Oh, and the glowstick?.. We've Only Just Begun, indeed. Just wait 'til my presentation, then we'll see who's the savvy hipster hackers, and who is someone who realy should be doing something more profitable with her t--uh.. I mean.. then we'll see just who's who.

[sobbing noises]

.. so, yeah, my love.. it's been rough going today, but I managed to bike ride and Drinkify my way into a much better place with things. Now, yes, there are some victims here.. not the least of which is you.. [my tri-national romantic hero].. but.. all in all

all in all, nothing: those Drinkifiers are toast!.. [that will no doubt be their garnish when I "Drinkify" THEM!].. [see how THAT feels!]



.. oh, and last, but definitely not least..

.. now.. since this is the Holiday Season.. and since

oh, I forgot.. [since I keep using him for Hanukkah]..

“THE ADAM SANDLER”
4 oz. Marijuana
4 oz. Tomato juice
2 oz. Captain Morgan Spiced Rum
Combine in shaker and strain into cocktail glass. Serve. Garnish with twist of grapefruit.

.. of course, they probably mean "Marijuanukkah".. but besides that error, I'm actually in full agreement with this one. [for a change]

[my god, it's about time]

.. okay, and last, but most certainly not least.. it's been a while since I've posted an Agent Longing photo.

.. now, my love.. since I could really really use a drink right about now.. and since, well, I actually don't drink--not usually, at any rate.. and since this is ex-Cumalot 'n all.. well.. for all these reasons.. I feel I should be granted license to tell you how looking at this photo in particular makes me feel.

.. okay, so..

[deep breath]

.. so.. yes, it's true: all I have to do is look at this photo--just look, mind you.. no.. extra.. you know.. je nais sais.. [whatever that 'q' word is].. but all I have to do is just look at it, and

actually, I'm not even going to say it. Some things are best left as more of a mystery.. such as what's going on inside that Montmartre apartment [right now] in our snowy snowy Paris.. (my love)..

.. oh, actually.. we finally decided to take a walk around town.. to see what Paris looks like in the snow. It's quite beautiful, actually.. all is quiet.. with no one quite ready to stir yet from their warm, cozy apartments.. but, you and I, well.. we thought it would be nice to see Paris while it's still cloaked in virgin snow.. and, my love, weren't we just so right about that?.. (my tri-national romantic hero).. (I'm really liking that one, actually)

.. but first, my long and lingering and terribly passionate kiss to you, my love.. x.. (and yes, I do miss you, my angel)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lAYLudZ ... re=related
FULL SCREEN..

.. xx xxx.. xx xxx.. xx x.. xx x..

later note: okay, I just re-read this, and decided my 'Hanukkah' misspelling bit [which I've done before I believe] still might be misconstrued. Unless I'm just over-tired.. [maybe both].. so.. just snipped it. Happy Hanukkah, however you care to spell it!..
.. a very tired v i o l e t flower.. xx x

[Violet]

.. my love, how are you?.. I'm terribly tired, but thought to stop in and say good-night to you.. (my angel)

.. and.. well, given I have us in Paris.. [in my mind, at least].. I thought I'd share with you a few more discoveries I made yesterday during my "Drinkifying" binge.. oh, and as concerns "Paris."


DRINKIFYING PARIS

.. actually, I think you'll be quite pleased with this new member of the Red wine club:

“THE LESLIE CARON”
1 bottle Red wine
Serve at room temperature.

.. oh, and actually.. [given American in Paris].. I found even another R.w. club member.. [sort of]:

“THE GENE KELLY”
1 bottle Red wine
Serve at room temperature. Garnish with wedge of watermelon.

.. okay, well, certainly the Fab Three over at Drinkify can't be accused of being too transparent--unless there's some sort of watermelon anecdote about Gene Kelly that we're all supposed to be in on. Of course, I would suggest, instead.. [as opposed to there being such anecdote, I mean].. that this goes to my initial theory that slip-ups like these happened more and more the further into the alphabet they got--oh, given how many bottles of LSD [??], along with Sipsmith Gin soaked wedges of watermelon they were consuming. [before getting to the medicine cabinet, I mean]

[yeah: I think I finally got their number]

[finally]

.. in any event, I do love this musical. [American in Paris, that is] I guess, for me, there are just a handful, maybe, of what I consider to be the best Hollywood musicals, where the set design, the choreography, the music, costumes.. all are just

.. actually, I'm at a loss for words. At some point I should post a number of my favorite numbers, and try to more specifically articulate just what it is about these musicals that have always excited me so much.. and, I mean, to think Hollywood studios at that time had all this talent under one roof--now, that is rather mind boggling.

.. anyway, my love.. [to change the subject somewhat].. I do sometimes wonder how it is you might "fathom" me. [if you're there, I mean] I mean, since you're just going on these posts I write.. I mean, it must be sort of like..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkN0e99m ... re=related
FULL SCREEN..

.. it's funny, but I do sort of identify with that, maybe because I think of myself as rather eclectic. [although I never could do the splits nearly as well as she just did].. [my god]

.. actually, I remember one of my first jobs in the city, how there was this other receptionist there [at this P.R. firm].. and she would do mornings, and I would do afternoons.. but she trained me, and I guess we sort of got to know each other over time, but I'll always remember her telling me that I confused her--that I was "unpeggable," she said--which was also rather like this other job I had where I was in the "press room," and the top press guy [who I think had a crush on me, actually].. but he once pointed out to me how I'd be wearing khakis and loafers one day.. and then bell bottoms and platforms the next.. and.. well, he just couldn't "figure me out."

[yes, but did he ever stop to ask himself whether they were quality loafers or quality platforms I was wearing?] [that might have been a clue as to my exceptional taste in all things]

[ahem]

.. which brings me to you, my love.. and my obviously exceptional taste in men.

.. and in that vein, here's a more romantic number.. which has me thinking again of you and I in Paris..

.. but first.. (as I guess I really should be getting to bed now).. here's my little kiss good-night.. x.. (my heart aches for you, my love).. (and yes, I miss you.. very very much)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qszwlDW4 ... re=related
FULL SCREEN..

.. xxx xx .. xx xxx.. xx..

[Violet]

OCCUPY CHRISTMAS

.. okay, I’m going to start this again, since I was so utterly depressed before, I probably should not have been posting anything.

.. I first wanted to wish everyone here a Merry Christmas, and a continued Happy Hanukkah..

[I just realized I have a holly bush outside that I might use to make a Christmas wreath.. so, maybe things are looking up]

.. anyway, my love.. as I said in the post I just deleted, my brother is coming up, and he did sound better than he’d been sounding.. so.. hopefully, all will be alright.

I know I really have no choice but to be somewhat optimistic about things, since the other choice seems untenable.. so..


.. okay.. getting back to my [surprisingly durable] theme this holiday season, this sort caught my attention the other day over at Drinkify:

“THE DEBBIE REYNOLDS”
4 oz. Marijuana
Serve on rocks.

[they wouldn't be suggesting she's somewhat loopy, now, would they?]

.. okay, to switch things up here a bit.. (my love).. I did find another R.w. club member.. again, sort of.. [oh, actually, it's an R.W. club member, isn't it?] [I'll have to add such discrepancies to my, uh, "presentation," it seems]:

“THE RHONDA SMITH”
6 oz. Red Wine
Serve on rocks.

.. now, I’m assuming that in this instance "rocks” has more to do with her being super rockin’, as opposed to loopy.

.. as per the following, it's interesting how she "checks in with her heart" as she does this.. [taking such a "male" thing as bass guitar, and in a sense "feminizing" it].. [later note: having looked at this again, this seems to be her manner of tuning it]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZDaHEBTAtM
FULL SCREEN..

.. gosh.. and good bass players are hard to find, too. I just discovered her, actually. [just another happy accident over at youtube]


.. anyway, my love.. I did make it out to our lake yesterday. It wasn’t nearly as cold, though it’s been quite damp and gloomy up here. Still, I always feel better for having went.

.. here's my little kiss to you.. x.. and.. (as I said before).. if I’m not around this weekend, I’ll be thinking of us in our cozy Montmartre apartment.. in snowy snowy Paris.. (and yes, I miss you, my angel).. (very much)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MR-oH7tw ... re=related
FULL SCREEN..

.. xx x.. xxx x.. xxx. xx..

[Violet]

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the site
There are whispers of Leonards new album in sight.
The vibe is electric just too much to bear
As anticipation hangs thick in the air.

Elsewhere on the forum there’s much going on,
The New Game’s abundant with great Christmas songs.
There are Comments and Questions and items of News.
There’s something of interest whichever you choose.

They’ve posted a picture of Leonard today
With guitar in his hand all ready to play.
He looks so amazing; I’m starting to drool.
Well how can you blame me; he’s looking so cool?

There’s hopes in the future he’ll go back on tour
And not leave us wanting, and waiting for more.
There’s still talk of Hydra where some of you went,
And great expectations for a coming Event!

And here in the backroom, well what can I say?
It’s where all the bad girls and boys come to play.
We’re not really naughty; well sometimes we are
But we try to behave and not go too far!

Sweet Princess Violet is always around.
And with Agent Longing she’s sure to astound!
Their antics together are sometimes taboo,
But just between friends, what’s a blowjob or two?

There’s cate and her poems that can get quite fruity,
The one about oranges was really a beauty.
She’s very quick witted and bubbly and warm,
I cannot believe that she’ll watch piggy porn!

Our kwills is the baby though don’t be misled
There’s lots going on in that cute little head.
She’s so full of mischief though never would scoff.
She stirs up the trouble and then she fucks off!

There’s lonndubh and lizzy, but they’re well behaved
Unlike some others, who are just depraved.
You sometimes can find Fishy things going on
But that’s nowt to do with The Lord Mickey_One??

You’ll see I.F. pop in, to check things are fine,
And dish out some whippings if she has the time.
Lady K’s in the dungeon with her chains and her whips.
She’ll tie you in knots as she licks her red lips.

And talking of K… Well you know who I am,
I’m the lady in waiting for my Irishman.
Still trying to tempt him with long thigh high boots.
I’m thinking of trying the leather cat suit.

He may be elusive or even quite shy
But he has a wonderful glint in his eye.
I know what he likes; I know I will win,
And one of these days he’s bound to give in!

If it weren’t for the forum we’d never have met
You may call it destiny, or even kismet.
So thank you to Jarkko and all of the crew
I’m sending sincere Christmas greeting to you.

And thanks for the poems the songs and the news,
For the games and the laughter, and helpful reviews.
And to all on the forum I wish you good cheer
As I say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year…


Have a great Christmas everyone!
Love Karren B
xx

.. kissy.. I hope you don't mind my transplanting your Christmas poem.. As you can see, I felt a bronzing was in order. You know, when I got to that line I actually sprayed my drink across the room (!)

I do hope you're having a tipsy Christmas eve, at the very least..

.. Leonard, my love.. I had to come back here, as I'm missing you so very [very] much.. even as I'm still half in that cozy apartment of ours in Montmartre.. in our snowy snowy Paris. Oh, and you know what you sang, just for me?.. [after we spent a few days doing, uh.. a few other things].. anyway, you got out your sexy sexy [sexy] guitar.. and this is the one you laid on me.. [my angel].. [my god, I want you so.. so.. much].. xx x xxxxxxxxxx.. xx [actually, I need to add that one very special Hanukka-Christmas Eve kiss.. x].. [oh, and I agree with kissy.. this picture of you is hot]..


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJMGaEj9 ... re=related
FULL SCREEN..

.. xx xx.. xxx xx.. xxxx xx..

[Cate]

Merry Christmas dear Violet

[Violet]

NORTH-OF-GOTHAM CHRISTMAS

.. hi Cate.. a Merry Christmas to you too (!).. and thank you so much for the charming picture, reminiscent of our dear old fabled Cumalot [cum winter, that is].. where Santa never showed, given he determined we were all too naughty. [I'm pretty sure].. well, except for over at I.F.'s digs [but only because Santa is into that sort of thing] [we found out later] [if you recall]

[sigh]

.. so, yes.. those were the days, huh?


.. Leonard, my love.. my angel.. how are you this Christmas night?

.. I'm back from a visit to Westchestershire, where I spent the day with family.. AND.. I can proudly say that this morning, before I left, I successfully baked some very fine cookies, cut into Christmas trees, angels, bells.. hearts.. oh, and reindeer. I also made various icings for them flavored with

.. okay.. [to back up for a sec].. since I had that Moet & Chandon situation with that cute little $250 bottle of Petite Liqueur, I thought to try some local upstate liqueurs, to see if they were in any way nearly as good, and [to my surprise] they actually are really and truly quite good. And, yes, this surprises me since, again, the word "liqueur" has always conjured for me that cheep nasty green stuff--oh, sort of like the "THE BOB DYLAN." [sans the gin part, I mean]

[yes: we have now all graduated to "Drinkify shorthand," and that is slightly frightening, I think]

.. so, anyway, I used a pear liqueur and a black currant--oh, and an orange one to flavor the different icings.. and everyone was raving about these cookies.. and, so, yes: it seems I've redeemed my poor-Christmas-cookie self image problem of last year. Oh, and between that, and the homemade sparkly cards.. and the beautiful wreath I made from the pines of the forests [around here] along with the holly bush.. well.. I think I can safely say I've been redeemed, Christmas wise. Even Santa sent me a little "report card" that had a green star, and a deep blue one, I think it was. [when last year I got a red star, and a cheap pick-up line] [as best I can recall].. [something like: I'll be at Pete's Tavern, once I'm done unloading].. [yeah, he's the real "romantic" type]

[geesh]

[actually, the scuttlebutt this year is that he was going to hit on kissy instead] [I think it has something to do with her thigh-high boots, actually].. [pretty sure].. [word has it, at least]


.. so.. anyway, my angel.. I'm actually looking forward to getting back to work. Yes, there's still New Year's Eve to think about.. but in the meantime..

.. of course, I'm not quite done yet with that little stay of ours in our cozy Montmartre apartment in snowy snowy Paris. Whenever I think of that, I feel a lovely excitement.. with the imagined chill in the air a part of that slight exhilaration.. and, yeah, I think I'd throw on a soft, floppy sweater over the silk chemise I'd be wearing--oh, that.. along with my purplish cashmere knee socks.. [since it is a bit cold, after all].. [my love].. and

well, maybe we'd have some hot chocolate the way the French like it, in those lovely white bowls instead of mugs.. and.. well, we can dunk some good French bread--oh, with some nice butter on it too.. and

.. well, anyway, I think you sort of get the picture. [my perfect perfect angel].. [oh, and I loved you doing that song for me, by the way].. [actually, you changed the "you gave me a diamond ring" line.. to something more.. well.. you know. [well, except it was more subtle than that]

[oh, but no one has to know about that, except for you and I]

.. so, my dearest--oh, I did go to our lake yesterday.. and as it had been a gloriously sunny day, I saw yet another dazzling sunset blazing across the water. And I spoke to you, too, my angel.. as I looked upon it. [I have such deep wishes inside me, my love.. such deep deep wishes]

.. so, now something both passionate, and tender.. to go with our time spent together in snowy snowy Paris.. and yes, I send you this kiss, my love.. which is just as sweet and passionate.. x.. (I'm missing you)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noB6xZzw ... re=related
FULL SCREEN..

.. xx xxx.. xxx xx.. xxx x..

[Violet]

.. my beloved, how are you?.. I hope all is well, my angel.

.. I rode out to our lake this afternoon, even with the weather bitter cold, and windy. There wasn't a soul around--not a' one--and so maybe that's why I decided to walk out on this dock that juts out into the lake.. a lake that, on a day like today, seems rather like the end of the world.. with blocks of ice forming in the water, and petrified tree trunks jutting out.. [something I'd not noticed before].. oh, and with the bitter wind.. and dark, choppy water.. and grey skies.. and..

well, I looked up at that troubled sky, and.. it's true I asked for some help, as I'm feeling at a loss, I guess. This holiday season has hit me hard for some reason, even as I'm doing my best to stay strong, my angel.. [truly I am]..

but, at least not all was doom and gloom, as twice on my ride today I saw this ribbon of light peering out from beneath the deep grey clouds. The first time was when I was on the dock, and I looked to the north, I think it was--that's where I saw this brilliant warm light bleeding through. And the second time was after I'd gotten back on my bike, and was on the other side of the lake..

.. I was again noticing how very gloomy and bleak seeming everything was.. and I spoke to you, too, my love.. though I'm not even sure what I said. Truthfully, I'm fighting with myself.. I'm fighting this blueness, it seems.. and I hardly want to lean on you either with all that.. [even if I'm blue in part because of missing you]..

.. in any event, it was then that far ahead of me, I saw again that brilliant light from between the barren trees.. and I found that that helped somehow.. it really did.. just to see even a hint of such exquisite beauty.. such as that sleepy-sunset color of salmon.. and that splendid white-gold that seems to emanate its own light.

.. but, anyway, I really am okay. And, if it's a bit of a discipline sometimes not to let the blues get hold.. still, I feel I'm mastering it.

.. oh, and even when I don't speak of it, I'm keeping my singing going.. and I do find, more and more, that my voice is stronger, and so, I'm more confident feeling, then. When I don't get enough sleep I do notice it's more difficult, of course.. but, still, I think I can manage even then.. far far better than even just some weeks ago.. and so I continue to be amazed at how the body really does respond to varying forms of discipline.. and here, it's a discipline with such heart, and so is nurturing in that.

.. anyway, I guess I'll see what January brings. Maybe I'll try the open mic. I'll see. My first goal, of course, is to finish this segment of writing.. so.. hopefully this week I'll see some progress there.

.. actually, speaking of keeping ahead of those blues.. I thought I'd check in over at Drinkify.. specifically

“THE J.J. CALE”
1 oz. Old Rip Van Winkle Bourbon
Serve on rocks. Garnish with fire.

.. okay, if you recall, Jimi Hendrix was anointed with this particular bourbon. [though I suggested the LSD might be more appropriate]

.. as for J.J.. perhaps our Fab Three drinkifiers are not aware that he penned the song "Cocaine," even if Eric Clapton made it famous. So, perhaps

1 bottle of Cocaine

is in order, then. [??].. Of course.. [as I'm finding out on youtube].. it seems Hendrix did a song by that title as well. [I recognize the song, but wouldn't have guessed its title].. so.. it seems we have a lot of takers for this particular ingredient.

.. meanwhile, on the bourbon side of things, Clapton also joins this Van Winkle club.. except he gets a full 8 oz.. with Hendrix leading the V.W. pack at 10 ounces. Curiously--although he comes in last with just 1 oz. of bourbon--J.J. Cale mixes it up, it seems, with fire 'n ice. [the best of J.J. seems deserving of that, I think--with his ultra cool, and hidden warmth]

anyway, I thought.. just for the record

“THE ERIC CLAPTON”
8 oz. Old Rip Van Winkle Bourbon
Serve neat.

.. okay.. so.. being rather a novice at--well.. [as I'm becoming even more aware of than I was already].. most things.. I thought: now, just what's so special about this particular bourbon??.. so.. here's my dipping my toe in. [from a CNN site, I'm sorry to say] I tried to keep this to some highlights.. but.. well, I find it to be rather interesting booze lore.. so..

Old Rip Van Winkle bourbon: Creating the ultimate cult brand

By Brian Dumaine, senior editor at large February 25, 2011: 5:21 AM ET

FORTUNE -- Bourbon runs deep in American lore. David Crockett swigged it. Harry Truman liked a glass when playing poker. Screen star Tallulah Bankhead was famed for being able to polish off a bottle of the stuff in under 30 minutes.

Not all bourbons, however, are alike. Aged bourbon, it turns out, attracts an almost cultlike following...

... Pappy, whose face today adorns the label of the firm's bourbon, was the very essence of a Kentucky gentleman: white suit, walking stick, and, of course, a cigar and glass of bourbon in hand. Pappy's mantra, which you can imagine him saying in a deep Southern drawl, was: "We make a fine bourbon, at a profit if we can, at a loss if we must, but always a fine bourbon."

Living up to Pappy's standards isn't easy. By federal law, bourbon must be at least 51% corn and be made in the U.S. Contrary to popular belief, the spirits do not need to be made in Bourbon County, Ky., to be called bourbon. In fact, Van Winkle, based in Louisville, outsources the making and bottling of his family recipe to the Buffalo Trace Distillery in Frankfort, Ky., which is not in Bourbon County. Most bourbons use 70% to 80% corn and a mixture of rye, malted barley, and yeast. (By comparison, single malt Scotch whisky uses only malted barley.)

Pappy's secret recipe substitutes wheat for rye. Says Van Winkle: "Think of the taste as the difference between rye bread and wheat bread. A bourbon made with rye is kind of spicy, has a bit of a bite in it, and is a little rougher on your tongue. Wheat is sweeter, softer, smoother." There's more. Pappy's wheat recipe ages very gracefully in oak barrels, not picking up as much, as they call it in the trade, "wood and char," which can give it too much of an oaky and burned taste.

... When Van Winkle inherited the company in 1981, bourbon was falling out of favor with American drinkers -- vodka and rum became all the rage. (American drinking tastes seem to be cyclical.) The family distillery had been sold, and basically all he was left with was a small distribution company and the Van Winkle name. But he saw an opportunity. Practically no one was selling aged bourbon. He started buying up old inventory from struggling distilleries of his family's bourbon as well as other brands that had been sitting in barrels for years. "I just liked aged bourbon," says Van Winkle, looking back. "It has more character than younger whiskies." In the mid-1990s he launched the Pappy Van Winkle label and started selling aged whiskey. In 1998 his 20-year-old won a "99" rating, the highest ever from the prestigious Beverage Tasting Institute in Chicago. The judges said it "finishes with a seemingly endless and evolving cascade that introduces notes of cigar box, sweet tobacco, leather, and dried tangerine." After that, Van Winkle says, "the phone started ringing off the hook and we were short -- didn't have nearly enough of it."

... To get the word out about his whiskey, Van Winkle places his brew in high-end restaurants like Eleven Madison Park and Bar Americain in Manhattan, where 23-year-old Pappy goes for $50 a glass. Buffalo Trace's national sales force distributes it to selected liquor stores in 35 states. Van Winkle travels around the country to host dinners in top restaurants and displays at four whiskey shows a year. "We do all this," says Van Winkle, "just to keep our name out there."

And it seems to work. That waiting list for Pappy's 15-year-old? I'm still waiting for the call.

[end excerpt]

[gee, and I thought my $18 glass of white wine last year was rather expensive] [show's what I know]

.. so, anyway, my love.. try not to feel too left out as concerns this "Van Winkle" club. I mean, don't forget, you join quite a few very top notch musicians as it is with your own R.w. club membership.. so.. [just thought I'd remind you]..

.. now, as to the lack of specificity when it comes to the, uh.. "Red wine" designation.. well.. that will all be resolved once I do my "presentation."

[??]

.. oh, also.. [to shift things here a bit].. see what I'd been saying a while back about this booze lingo??.. I mean

"finishes with a seemingly endless and evolving cascade that introduces notes of cigar box, sweet tobacco, leather, and dried tangerine."

.. now, that's, uh.. I don't know, it's sort of like how I felt when I read the Sipsmith Gin review.. I mean, it seems these alcohol aficionados really cram a lot of "allusiveness" in there, don't they?

.. you know, my darling.. I could almost see describing your singing voice this way too.. let's see that's

.. notes of cigar box.. sweet tobacco.. leather.. and dried tangerine.

[I'm finding this quite sexy, to tell you the truth]

.. okay, my love.. I guess I need to get some sleep. But first, I again send my sweet and tender kiss.. x.. and my well-wishes to you.. and.. well, I miss you, my angel.. (so very much)

.. actually, I was thinking of posting some J.J.. but.. well, I feel to need the comfort of your voice just now.. (my love).. and in this song especially, you've always comforted me..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlD2Ya6uGcc
FULL SCREEN..

.. xx xxxx.. xx. xx .xxx.. xx..

[Geoffrey]

I continue to be amazed at how the body really does respond to varying forms of discipline

the name 'violet' always makes me think of the word 'violent'

[Violet]

I continue to be amazed at how the body really does respond to varying forms of discipline

the name 'violet' always makes me think of the word 'violent'

.. yes, well, I'm not into that sort of, uh, discipline.. but there are a few around here that are.. (last I checked).. Maybe they could oblige.. I mean, it seems such a small request among friends (!)

.. Leonard, my love.. I'm on this blasted blackberry given my on line connection is out due to a rain storm. Thankfully, I got some work done today, before realizing I had the chills, and so now I'm on the couch, feeling a deep deep exhaustIon.. hopefully my trusty herbal tincture, and a good night's sleep will put things to right.. though possibly not the "on line" part.

.. okay, well, given that took me seven hours to write, I'll have to stop now.

.. my love to you, my angel.. x.. (I miss you)