Started by MV/Liberace!, May 08, 2008, 12:36:40 AM
Quote from: Avi on November 04, 2011, 02:07:53 AMOh no, then I have given the wrong impression entirely. I do very few things well, but such is life. Initially, I thought b_dubb's comment was just snarky, but then, I thought, well, maybe it was sincere - so I treated it both ways. I find reading "tone" and humor through the net is sometimes very difficult.
Quote from: Scully on November 04, 2011, 04:37:56 PM You underestimate yourself, Avi. But don't let us here on this forum discourage that. It must be what makes you so humble. You're a rare bird ... and a keeper!
Quote from: BobGrau on November 06, 2011, 07:17:12 AMavi, are you Anagrammy in disguise?
Quote from: Treading Water on November 06, 2011, 11:57:06 AM"If only I had known, I would hae worn ma plaidie."Long ago I had a friend who taught me that you could laugh AND cry at the same time. God, I miss her. Thanks, Avi, for making me think of her.
QuoteNow, now. I am rather fond of anagrammy. She is writing a book on how to de-program oneself from Mormonism, I believe. I will read it for ammunition...
QuoteWhatever happened to that DanDan guy, anyway?
Quote from: b_dubb on November 07, 2011, 07:04:35 PMnot to detract from your experience but there are people who see sound and taste colors. some anomalous wiring in the brain. not saying that's what happened to you but that's what your post made me think of
Quote from: Treading Water on November 07, 2011, 06:08:01 PMDamn it, Avi! Now I have to keep a box of Kleenex by the computer.... I'm often moved to tears by music. Barber's Adagio for Strings, Shubert's Ave Maria, Cohen's Hallelujah, Elton John's The Last Song. The only vaguely supernatural experience I ever really had involved music.I was walking my dog one December evening. It was dark and cold and I was thinking maybe I'd cut the walk short. I heard a trumpet. (I'm not a big fan of brass, I much prefer strings.) Anyway, the music was floating perfectly in the icy air, The Old Rugged Cross. I stopped, closed my eyes, and felt a warmth flowing over me so I opened my eyes. In front of me was the most beautiful being I had ever seen. I don't know if it was male or female, it was just beautiful. The light wasn't bright or harsh it was wonderfully warm. I closed my eyes again and finished listening to the music. When it stopped, I opened my eyes again to the cold and dark. I walked home with a very subdued and quiet dog. It wasn't a dream, because the dog was unnaturally quiet for the next week. I never saw whatever it was again, but whenever music makes me cry, I feel the way I felt that night. Nice.
Quote from: Scully on November 09, 2011, 03:01:50 AMAvi, ok, so you can be a bad-ass, too. (I want to read the rest of that book.)
Quote from: Avi on November 09, 2011, 05:25:31 PMBad-ass! But no, I'm a sweet, tender snowflake. I have to persuade my wife to let me publish; I suppose it would require changing names to protect the guilty.
Quote from: Flaxen Hegemony on November 09, 2011, 06:08:46 PMYep, synesthesia. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synesthesia
Quote from: Avi on November 04, 2011, 02:16:08 AMOh, I have thousands of in-law stories. My life would be quite boring without them, I'm afraid. I've promised my wife that I'll only publish posthumously, thus giving her an incentive to keep me alive as long as possible.
Quote from: Flaxen Hegemony on November 09, 2011, 06:13:44 PMI tell you, Avi, you are absolutely hoovering up the chicks on this thread. Hoo-ver-ing! I've yet to decide whether to wait for a straggler or reluctantly give in to Frys Girl's incessant marriage proposals.Decisions, decisions...
Quote from: Centurion40 on November 10, 2011, 10:41:59 AMYou know Avi, would it be a violation of your promise if you lent a copy of your unpublished work to a friend and that friend managed to get the book published? Perhaps changing names? Profits, minus an "administrative percentage" could be deposited into a Swiss account. Just sayin', as they say.
Quote from: Avi on November 10, 2011, 06:16:35 PM... As for Fry's Girl, she called me an asshole several threads over, so I believe the road is wide open. But the more I think about it, the more fitting it seems. Fry's Girl would rock your world, my dear Flaxen. A romantic rendez-vous at the shooting range, followed by a foray into tanning hides, ends with a midnight dip in the stock tank, where you lovebirds could bathe one another while tearing off strips of deer jerky with your teeth. Yowza!
Quote from: Scully on November 14, 2011, 04:08:37 AM Against my better judgment, I gotta say you two guys crack me up with this stuff!
Quote from: Treading Water on November 14, 2011, 06:05:33 AMAt the risk of "Hoo-ver-ing" again...I must agree. Oooo, stock tanks...the memories, the memories...
Quote from: Garrettimus on November 14, 2011, 12:22:18 PMIÂ´ve never seen anything strange, but my dad (heÂ´s a down-to-earth-person) was slapped by a ghost a long time ago. Creepy!
Quote from: Avi on November 14, 2011, 02:30:09 PMWhat was your dad trying to do to the ghost, or did it slap him for no damned reason? Was the ghost a one-trick-pony slapper, or was it known to slap others in that time and place? What were the circumstances of that place, which led to haunting? That was a real teaser, but we demand mo-ar!