tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317657106509563621.post2767580663870959838..comments2016-03-21T12:51:22.109-07:00Comments on the pomegranate tiger: Did I just say that out loud?elhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06410264774915575345noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317657106509563621.post-41741655375095370112010-02-03T16:37:16.630-08:002010-02-03T16:37:16.630-08:00I do the same! but i dont get worry I just try tha...I do the same! but i dont get worry I just try that nobody see me while I am doing it! <br />I like too much your wrtings, I invete you to visit my blog. I am from Colombia, but I have translated some of my short stories of my recent book and you can read them in english: http://www.cuentosalbordedelalocura.blogspot.com/Camila GarcĂahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10983767618660430334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317657106509563621.post-21068725766867185842009-03-28T17:41:00.000-07:002009-03-28T17:41:00.000-07:00Ell, ha, washing machines losing their balance is ...Ell, ha, washing machines losing their balance is a universal problem, a little like people:)Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16118164289632161931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317657106509563621.post-46602229659693224882009-03-22T20:55:00.000-07:002009-03-22T20:55:00.000-07:00Oh honey I'm not advanced...I'm regressive, in fac...Oh honey I'm not advanced...I'm regressive, in fact I ride that shaking washer/dryer combo and yell to it. Yeee hawwwwr!<BR/> hey you must also listen and sing the songs that float through your head too. Hmmm...how does this song that popped in connect to what I am doing now?Berry Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12079390231632421561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317657106509563621.post-80483838697134673552009-03-22T13:44:00.000-07:002009-03-22T13:44:00.000-07:00Irene, I like that. We're Special. As Charlie wou...Irene, I like that. We're Special. As Charlie would say, "'splains a lot Lucy!" <BR/><BR/>I talk while driving, too. How else to tell someone to "please move over and let me by; I'm so late; my own fault, I always get carried away playing online Mahjong; (oh shoot, I hope J remembered to make a reservation at The Boathouse); yes, yes, thank you, thank you!" - courtesy wave. Honking is just so rude. Besides, I figure most people will just think I'm singing along to the radio!<BR/><BR/>Joy, I'm sure everyone has an inner voice, I'm just not so sure they let it out in quite the same way. :) Of course, there are those whose inner voice consists of, "ooh, another sale! Let's go to the mall!"<BR/><BR/>Gem, I've discovered it's very hard for me to be quiet inside my head. (I've talked to the washing machine, too, as in "Stop it! I'm sure I balanced you!")<BR/><BR/>Charlie, you're at a much more advanced stage -- I notice you use the royal, "we". ;)ellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13778674443452747233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317657106509563621.post-66520484706545752602009-03-22T05:35:00.000-07:002009-03-22T05:35:00.000-07:00It's hardest to hear the "still small voice" but t...It's hardest to hear the "still small voice" but the rest are always loud and clear. I spend a lot of time yelling back..."Who the F is telling the truth here?"<BR/> Retired, the voices are busier than ever and we argue all the time over the silliest things...what to have to eat, whether of not to indulge a drink, to go to the store, to pay a bill, to do a laundry or wait, read a book or watch a movie, etc etc. The only thiing we don't argue about is whether or not to have a cigarette...we all agree on that.Even the still small voice says "go ahead".Damn!<BR/><BR/>Good to see you posting again. I'll be here waiting.<BR/>xoxo charlieBerry Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12079390231632421561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317657106509563621.post-52119999402501359172009-03-21T16:38:00.000-07:002009-03-21T16:38:00.000-07:00Love that last sentence, Gem! I thought everyone ...Love that last sentence, Gem! <BR/><BR/>I thought everyone has an active inner voice. They don't? I can't shut mine up, either, and do the same thing when I try to meditate. My voice in my head always natters, and I talk to myself. We're OK. Right? :-)<BR/><BR/><I>"I have visions of a white-haired octogenarian in a house full of cats, dusty plants on every windowsill, every available flat surface piled to overflowing with books, magazines and unopened junk mail, shuffling around and muttering to herself"</I><BR/><BR/>Well, I got an early start on this! You described me really well! I have one cat, but the rest is spot on!Joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317657106509563621.post-27338004329903424882009-03-21T12:23:00.000-07:002009-03-21T12:23:00.000-07:00Ha, I'm laughing away here, Ell.When I caught myse...Ha, I'm laughing away here, Ell.<BR/>When I caught myself talking out loud while out for a walk, I began to work very hard to assemble some sort of quietness in my head. It's still a work in progress because just the other day my sister said she saw me talking to the washing machine. However, she also believes there is a god watching our every action, so we cannot take her word for it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317657106509563621.post-43641805360642151052009-03-21T11:15:00.000-07:002009-03-21T11:15:00.000-07:00I'm incessant. At work, I mutter to myself in ord...I'm incessant. At work, I mutter to myself in order to stay on task, or I negotiate with my computer to get it to do my bidding. I talk to traffic lights in the car, explaining all the reasons I need them to change to green so I can get where I'm going. And that writer's voice inside is always searching around for that idea that will spark a new story, so it makes things up about the people around me: "She's an accountant who gets drunks and sings karaoke on Friday nights." "That guy looks like he'd make a good gangster, if I ever write a gangster story this is how I would describe him..."<BR/><BR/>Sometimes I want it all to shut up and give me some peace, but I'm accustomed to it. The Child is accustomed to it and my bosses are accustomed to it. Eccentric, maybe, but what makes us different makes us special, yes?Irene Wildehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01798977049710315719noreply@blogger.com