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f4saknwretch - 2004-08-24 05:53:44
hmm, you said something about this not being used before.. and you know, while you complain about it, it occurs to me now that it's your own fault that no one uses it.. I mean, why use this when you have a conveniently placed dialgue box which everyone can see all the time. This little link, on the other hand, is inconspicuously placed at the bottom where one wouldn't even find it if they weren't thinking about it. (as I do for whatever reason: my mind get stuck on the funniest points). --- and now on to the real content of this note --- "the way nights in the south used to be"... had me thinking of times when they had no electricity at all, back when there were plantations, slaves, and so many issues different from what they are now. Of course, my thinking of it is much more romanticized, I'm sure (and I see dirt cabins with naked little black babies all curled up, not together though, because it's too hot, and mosquitos buzzing around. Big black daddies sitting around, quietly playing their games whilst the womens talk in subdued tones so as not to disturb the quiet after the storm). Um, anyway.
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candora - 2004-08-24 08:47:38
yes, I accept this irony that the plethora of ways to contact me here at Planet Candora make for redundancy that deprive the comments of their potential usefulness... just another aspect of my maze, I suppose, and I thank you for somehow coming through it to here... the best thing about comments is they are more permanent than the tagboard and more specific than notes, but then, that might be why many would avoid them too... everything has a duality, a double edge, an ulterior motive... I suppose one of mine is to see who cares enough to respond directly to something I wrote and leave that response attached to that particular thing I wrote via these comments... thank you for doing just that :) and specific to the entry... exactly, mostly :) I mean, I was somewhere back in time when I was writing this rhyme... maybe on a veranda (or porch) with a hand fan and a slippery glass full of lemonade, though at the time I was writing I might have been less optimistic than that... much to feel sorry for myself about this week... now that the power is back on, I'll have to throw a pity-party when I have more time (and I laugh at the absurdity of scheduling some sort of depressive moments since that is basically what I do... there has to be something wrong, or at least unfair, about having that much control)... and yes, ummm, anyway... (a big hug for your being here :)
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