Bitch on the Blog

January 26, 2010

Pissing in the wind

Filed under: Despair,Sailing,Sea — bitchontheblog @ 15:36
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gaelikaa, my dance with Ramana is off. So there will be no photos for you to look forward to.

I rarely go into a sulky strop, in fact never:  Which is why, now that I have,  it is a rather illuminating experience for me. Ramana ticked me off earlier today regarding a perfectly reasonable answer to both his original post and GM’s response which I commented on in one wash [same comment box].  I am getting a little tired of  all the sensitivity (few sensibilities) on some of the consortium’s blogs. Frankly, I have had it. I might as well plant a rhododendron on alkaline soil. It too won’t flourish.

I am miffed big time. Better stick to my usual playgrounds – so much more fun.

For all those not familiar with the meaning of my header: It’s sailors’ language. Look it up if you must or try it the next time you are aboard ship. You’ll soon get the drift.

U

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17 Comments »

  1. You can say whatever you feel if you make it a general statement. Example: Exclude name here: “It’s not such a bad idea to occasionally move out of one’s comfort zone; you never know what you might discover.” That’s so true & a very nice comment.

    If you add a person’s name at that beginning, you will make them defensive & BAM, fireworks, *&+#%$, you might be tramped in the dirt. People are sensitive.

    Think of it as being judgmental about a “friend” which is a social no-no.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — January 26, 2010 @ 17:00 | Reply

  2. Nobody writes with such humoUr as you. Example: “Pissing in the wind” HaHaHaaHaaaaaaaaHa, LOL, smiley face, winking eye, ILTIWMP (I laughed ’til I wet my pants).

    Comment by bikehikebabe — January 26, 2010 @ 17:07 | Reply

  3. Ursula,
    I tried to leave this comment but Rummuser’s site rejected it.

    Ursula,
    I think Grannymar was wise to read the synopsis first. We don’t have time to read everything, especially people like me who have to deal with chronic eye strain. When someone recommends a book to me I look it up on amazon and read the reviews. They give me a good idea of whether the book is a good match. As far as getting out of one’s comfort zone, as I get older I find that doesn’t require much effort on my part. Life itself tends to kick me out often enough. It’s not always a matter of choice. 😉

    I think the problem is Grannymar has made it clear she doesn’t want to hear from you and you were trying to use Rummuser’s blog to get around that. It was a risky gamble that didn’t pay off. So where are you going instead?

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 26, 2010 @ 20:56 | Reply

    • I am a little perplexed by your response. What ‘gamble’? I respect GM’s wish not to hear from me. I was leaving a comment on Ramana’s blog and that does mean taking other commentors’ views into account. I actually thought that what she said was a rather interesting reflection on how many people (indeed students), with the help of the internet, approach literature these days.

      As to your “chronic eyestrain”: I am sorry to hear it and I feel for you. Anything to do with my eyes and panic is mine. I am nothing without my eyes and my fingers. May the day never come – until they close the casket.

      You ask where [by which I take it you mean other blogs] I am going instead? Apart from the fact that I write round the clock anyway I regularly comment round the world; and some fine brains positively encourage me to do so on theirs – at length. If that sounds conceited it isn’t – it’s just a fact.

      I will write one more post on the subject of the consortium and then I shall put most (not all) of them to rest.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 27, 2010 @ 00:17 | Reply

      • “Anything to do with my eyes and panic is mine.” Ah yes, I’ve had my share of that with my poor old eyes: several retinal tears and hemorrhages, which can be spectacular looking from the inside out but which the doctors don’t think are such a big deal. I still shudder when I think of them. The first one I had, on a weekend of course, blocked so much of my vision in one eye I wondered if I would ever be able to use it again. Another one one came when I was with friends so it was no problem getting a ride to the opthamologist. The third one came when I was driving back from Santa Fe and luckily I could see around it. So when someone is particular about what they read I sympathize rather than judge.

        I’m looking at your comment at Rummuser’s and am trying to see what gave offense. My guess is if you phrased it as the way you look at things rather than giving advice on how other people should behave it wouldn’t have raised hackles. I know that’s not your style, that’s why I say your comments are a bit of a gamble.

        Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 27, 2010 @ 02:17 | Reply

    • Jean actually does believe in getting out of your comfort zone.

      She became a coach for a soccer team, when she didn’t know anything about the game or little boys. She taught a Sunday School as that woman in Harry Potter’s books, who wore the witches hat. Fun class in the Unitarian church. She studied all religions tho’ she’s not religious. She has 2 blogs & learned all she could about how to do that.

      Comment by bikehikebabe — January 27, 2010 @ 21:40 | Reply

      • More about Out of Your Comfort Zone.

        Jean taught herself to make PAC movies for TV using the computer–since everything uses that now.

        I’ll think of more things, but will quit. So Jean don’t ever again say you want to stay within your comfort zone since you get “kicked out often enough”.

        Comment by bikehikebabe — January 28, 2010 @ 15:45 | Reply

        • Bike Hike Babe, I sometimes wish people would kick ME into any zone as long as it’s not cold.

          PAC movies, computers? Haven’t got the patience. It’s enough to drive you insane having to wrestle with words. I wish I were a witch. Frogs so much easier to boil than one’s brain.

          Kicking and screaming,
          U

          Comment by Ursula — January 28, 2010 @ 16:20 | Reply

        • Ah, but it’s the old business of optimizing stress. At the moment I have enough challenges that I don’t have to go looking for more. When volunteered to coach Kinder Soccer, taught Sunday school, learned to make videos for the local public access TV station my life needed a bit more oomph. I’m still doing the weekly videos but have it down to a minimum of work. Now, five years later, it’s just a long term commitment, no longer a challenge.

          Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 28, 2010 @ 18:24 | Reply

  4. Stalking is a term used to describe unwanted attention by individuals (and sometimes groups of people) to others. …

    Do you think Grannymar and Rummuser might think you’re stalking Grannymar and others? Just a humble question.

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 26, 2010 @ 22:00 | Reply

    • “STALKING”? My dear Jean, let’s not flatter “Grannymar and others” as to my attention.

      Stalking, as I have had the displeasure of encountering (the target being my most unfortunate husband), involves breaking into my house, violating my privacy, knives, death and kidnapping threats so my son’s school had to put extra measures in place to protect him. And, naturally, there was a lot of police milling around, writing useless reports and applying for restraining orders.

      Let’s keep things in perspective.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 27, 2010 @ 00:27 | Reply

      • Your definition of stalking is probably closer to the mark than the mild one I found. I clearly lead a more sheltered life than you do. 😉 Do I want to get out of my comfort zone in this area? Not on your life!

        Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 27, 2010 @ 02:21 | Reply

  5. PS Which blogs do resonate with you?

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 27, 2010 @ 02:47 | Reply

    • I rarely comment on private blogs.

      I concentrate on the big players – writers, journalists, newspapers, magazines (in more languages than one). It’s a completely different ball game. One where comment is invited rather than shunned. Admittedly, my father’s favourite weekly paper recently warned me off which didn’t stop them from publishing what I had to say without editing one word of it. HA! Needless to say that my father (what’s happening to the guy?) has not been talking to me ever since. My mother having the wisdom to just shake her head in wonderment, and keeping out of this last instalment of an ongoing saga between her husband and his eldest daughter.

      U

      Comment by Ursula — January 27, 2010 @ 03:13 | Reply

  6. How did you get involved with the LBC?

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 27, 2010 @ 05:40 | Reply

  7. Oh sorry to hear things are not good for you. Don’t worry, everything will be all right! Don’t be upset.

    Comment by gaelikaa — January 27, 2010 @ 08:19 | Reply

  8. School boy joke: “I say I say I say, How do you get your own back?”
    “I don’t know how do you get you own back?”
    ” By pissing into the wind of course.”

    Eyestrain? …have you tried Irlen? http://irlen.com/index.php

    Whilst i do not agree with all her claims ….. she does not have a cure for syslexia and I believe some of her research is not accepted by people like Wilkins http://www.essex.ac.uk/psychology/overlays/ (who did the original research into migraine IIRC) you might find her methods of assessment useful. I have used coloured overlays to help many children with reading difficulties due to visual stress and it may help… trouble is that it costs commercially.

    Comment by magpie11 — June 30, 2010 @ 11:12 | Reply


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