Blackmail.
That's nearly it. Already!
The "view" out front here where it should be is right. Norm. Nat. I said: Dead. Kaput. Remember?
Oui, try Bach. Bonne idée. For what Frogs call "musique savante" -- does this description of a European-rooted music mean all other musics are braindead? -- who's better than a mathematician who did nothing by numbers?
It's the bunch of e-mails. If you want to say it, bloggers have comment boxes.
Four have the sense to agree with Nat and Norm.
Of my "foes", the longest hate and joy letter is my favourite: may I quote you?
The rest are near blackmail.
To Ms -- I translate -- "...[W]ho else tells it like it is?", i.e. the Factory.
I suggest: all of you? It works. Don't you think the Factory files bored everyone else?
Inside the Factory, I was accused of "blackmail": it was a joke, once every card was on the table, always intended that way.
Has nobody else noticed how things French often function by corruption, nepotism and "système D", as elsewhere.
It's ungodily, kinda works if you don't fight the bad guys.
Joint 4th Prize: Cindy the Squip & other heart-throbbing "sighs".
3rd Prize: François's "you won't be able to stop." Next spring, chum, I even quit smoking, promise.
Shared 2nd Prize: other friends, some family, Tony, also forgiven for: "R.I.P. I shall miss it, if only becos it's always comforting to realise there's someone out there as muddled, sad, angry, ambitious & bone-idle as you are."
Winner: astute bastard, expert in forcing back doors as well as windows (last night I liked most of 'Antitrust') -- "Nick. So you're through with experiment, but I'm sorry and just a tad surprised that since you've studied the I Ching [for 30 years, mate, not 20] you can call any decision irreversible, you know better. Tim."
The unplanned, unrequested awards make me feel more comfortable marginally more comfortable than leaving you with a grave, far from anywhere in cold driving rain without a taxi in the place.
So, I demand time to think, ignore people who say I shouldn't think. The Wildcat was right, an age ago, to tell me what's wrong with my writing (avoiding "pompous", which was kind), and better, how to change it.
If my inner woman -- anima? -- changes her mind (she might yet win, they tend to), much must happen.
BJ's "do it every day" maxim was buried, but I'd tread it down.
While many make a bunch I was proud to join, I'd drop plans to contribute more for 'Blogcritics'. They're excited about that election whose outcome may scare what's left of the living daylights out of the rest of the world.
Even She only guesses which way the cookie will crumble.
I'd give up on politics.
Women and other human People, Project and Factory would take priority, in that order, logging last.
Further entries would abide by my lunar calendar and nobody's deadines.
The subtitle would change. "an experiment...!" is colder than any stone. Maybe "...get real!" would go up.
My last word would always be Hers.
Since She invented it, I want more:
ungodily (pron. unspeakable)
(mainly US usage)
adj. un·god·i·li·er, un·god·i·li·est
1. Without body or substance; shapeless, pointless, meaningless, formless
2. Intolerable, unsupportable, right, wrong: that's ungodily behaviour.
4. (fam.) Accidental, unintended, unpredictable
7. Too long to complete: have you heard her ungodily concerto?
13. Extra-terrestrial, void: the results of carbon analysis and viral tests revealed something ungodily. It's not from here.
15. (phys.) Quantum jump
36. Hazardous
40. Purposeful: the ungodiliest idea.
49. (chem., biol., neur.) Microscopic
101. (slang) Absurd, foolish; ‡cruel, vile
adv. un·god·i·li·ly
Etym.: der. bod·i·ly, un·god·ly (unknown, 2004?; poss. Mandarin Chinese, early Icelandic Yiddish, Sanskrit)
What's harder to avoid loving than a flower or a "lethal cocktail of beauty, (etc." viz. yesterday)?
Do the words "please" and "sorry" come close?
To say "yes" would mean URL links with minimal explanation, e.g.: "With sea-salted Harry, I've just resumed the intimate chat we left off for a while a decade ago. HSF's Limbic System joins the 'places I drop in'. The Kid kisses artful Bobbi. I send her a smacker myself. Even blogs have tidal estuaries."
Or "Still lost with Macs and RSS? Try a drunken idea."
Or "Why Missy Elliott?
She says:
'Je ne veux pas d'un mec qui ne tienne qu'une minute...
Si tu ne peux pas me faire crier oooh comme le fait le rhythme
Alors, reprend tes papiers, t'es viré.'
Exactly."
What's an 'eXistenZ' without the right 'Frequency'?
Have an eye to the bonuses and unsolicited extras, now that you know why you never wanted to know and never will.
Trust no-one. Promise nothing.
I've my own ungodily X-File to complete. It's none of your business. Yet.
To be continued?
My tossing coin has a hole in the middle.
What if the answer falls through it?
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