"Cause and effect, or affections," the little mouse says after reading these past posts and smiling she thinks on that one post she has stored. A repost seems fitting ... "... expectations and human behaviour ..." Once again the little mouse stares into the now glowing embers left behind after the roaring flames of the dying fire thinking about how humans create expectations with their behaviour, even when they do not mean for that to happen, it still does. Action and reaction. Cause and effect, or should it read affect? "For are it not one human's actions which affect those surrounding the one? Causing expectations to grow and hopes to blossom?" the mouse sighs and ponders on hope and affect, causality and blame. "Mea culpa ..." She shakes her head as she realises humans are not the rational beings they like to pretend to be. That it in fact is emotions which rule humans most times. "Humans expect too much and not enough. Some sell themselves short to avoid blame. Take blame and shame to avoid strain, but doesn't that create expectations those cannot continue to live up to? And will they not break?" Comfortably held and feeling safe the mouse smiles as she thinks on what Sylvia Plath once said, "If you expect nothing from anybody, you're never disappointed." the little mouse sighs and says, "How right she was, but if no human had expectations they would not strive to live up to them and no progress would be made. But neither would wars be waged, or envy felt, consuming rage set free. Ah, but that would be a perfect world, and perfection is not, only life. As Milan Kundera said." Smiling the mouse knows that at least she expects nothing and thus cannot be disappointed. Instead she will relish every day she has in this bliss and will take all that life throws on her path in stride.
"...just catching up now, sorry been so busy, and I'm so going to steal some of this post, yes these are the posts of yours that make me shiver with dread and make me go ahead with buying those solar panels that can't be stolen from me by the government, unlike my money, and will sit in the garden powering the little cottage by the canal until they can be transferred onto the roof of the boat at a later stage while worrying if I will have time the way things are going, as Cyprus now echoes your words of what might be here and across Europe too..." as Jats once more shakes his head at how Flea has predicted the unfolding of event after event over the years with uncanny accuracy and had been ruminating on it while shivering in the back yard at the greenhouse lying waiting to be put up after this last Arctic snap has ended and working out where to dig a hole for the heat sink "...yes this self sufficiency lark will come in handy methinks, but then I always knew it would when I first saw it, and like I said, all I needed was a good woman and a couple of grand then..." smiles Jats off to get some supplies in his new bio diesel ready van now
...ooh I've got one like that lucky... "...job done then...here get a load of this, remember that Volcano going off in Iceland a few years ago with the unpronounceable name, Egiigajigooliewotsitname, and as a consequence planes couldn't fly for a bit, plus the last two winters have been fucking freezing with strange weather all over Europe and parts of America as a result...well...wouldn't you know it...there's an even bigger fucker ready to go off, called Katla, coincidently named after an evil troll..." as the chameleon puts all the pieces together now "...it historically goes off twice a century and its overdue, meaning when it does next month, next year, or two, it will get colder still cus see land locked water escapes in to the sea, the sea-bed actually sinks under the weight, yes it's sea-bed sink and not sea-level rise or else there would be a uniform sea-level rise much like when one runs a bath noting the water-level rise equally on all sides now, anyway, pressure pushes on the magma both under and in between the cracks of the earth's crust, more earthquakes, more volcanoes erupting, the volcanic ash falls back to earth as rain, record rain in fact, where rain cools things, etc., etc., in short, all your strange weather patterns you see today, just getting obvious and obviouser..." slurping another nightcap Jats celebrates not being up this late for a while having to always be up in the morning of late "...no it wouldn't take much to knock this teetering global financial crisis over the edge with all the pieces in place now, the black hand of fate poised to set things in motion as it has done so before then, for after the feast comes famine..." [ame=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aphMkFzUiZo&feature=related]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aphMkFzUiZo&feature=related
...and this mornings repost from elsewhere... "...you reckon..." Jats ponders some more on this "...I see your point, although would you prefer Facetwit then, where you can only say what you are allowed to say and if the government of the day doesn't agree with it you are swooped up in a dawn raid seeing as you have provided them with all your personal details and can be locked up now without trial for how many days is it now..." and the chameleon goes to check while Jats turns the chips over that are baking in the oven "...ah that's it, indefinitely, only for terrorism of course though say I was going around saying things like the whole system stinks, the government is corrupt, and isn't about time we got the fuck up off our lazy decadent arses and did something about it, or even do something about it while still sitting on our lazy arses then, and the like, well then I could fall foul of it too, on Facetwit that is, though on forum-land you can be anyone you want to be, anonymously, and so no I disagree, forum-land is the last bastion of free speech if you ask me, providing you can work out how to navigate your way around it unscathed and be able to speak freely without anyone noticing that is, so this forum, that forum, whatever, let's do all of them...." suggest Jats stirring his tea now
Things written are a time machine transcending hour and location to present it's details at some moment perhaps yet to come, in a place far removed from where it will be. Two dimensional origami as details are folded into the shape of lives foretold, retold, or yet still untold., or landfill. ...and it was to my siblings great delight to say I told you so.
I must admit I enjoy reading all this randomness, and I might try my hand at a little prose and dissertation. You all have been great at this and it's got my creative juices stiring.
"...excellent, and you have got your 3D glasses on haven't you..." Jats wonders raising an eyebrow finally done with the boring housework now "...and did you know a blind chameleon will still change colour to blend in with it's background and if a lion could speak, we would not understand him either, and yet, I digress for the stage is clear now, perhaps maybe Thursdays just being the forums regular trolloholics anonymous night, yet what do I know, yes here is your opportunity, come one come all, and say as you please...here you go then...big hand everyone for lewdog, lodog..."
And the banner said, "coming soon, el perrito debajo". thedope was beside himself, well really infused with self, that lodog might start embarking on his juices that we all might imbibe of his raucous hilarity. "I mean freckles are funny," chortled thedope.
...and the second repost of this one today then... Jats watches his youngest play with the dog next door through the kitchen window, a familiar game now as they fight over a prized stick, both baring their teeth growling at each other pulling and tugging where I'm sure the dog is laughing too digging his heels in until the stick is simply released. For a second the dog thinks it has won and holds the stick between it's paws licking it lovingly, until he sees a bigger better stick now waved above his head as Jats chuckles proudly at his clever little son now holding both sticks then while the dog has none
Emotions were running high... The elephant in the room had finally come up in conversation. Lodog looked at this figurative elephant and tears began to stream down his face. Without the looks of an elephant the object in question had been beginning to smell like one... Lodog's lucky hat. It seemed only yesterday he had found the plain black baseball cap underneath a pile of hats with stupid sayings no one but people that shop at Wal-Mart would find funny. Lodog was smitten. "I MUST HAVE THIS!" he ecstatically remarked to the stranger in the next isle. The stranger left in a hurry looking over his shoulder warily, but Lodog was too enthralled with his new head wear to notice. Lodog was never really a hat person relying on the shear awesomeness of his hair do to attract the admiration average looking women everywhere however the finding of this hat coincidentally coincided with the realization that Lodog's hair was beginning to thin. The hat went everywhere the Lodog went. to the gym, the park, through the woods, work, the birth of his son, everywhere. Over time the hat began to turn a rusty brown color and look like it'd been run over 100 times even though Lodog had only accidentally ran over it twice. When the better half of the household began hiding it and sticking it in places Lodog couldn't find it he began to panic. He knew the hat was only being held together by a few threads and it couldn't handle another wash. The act of playfully putting the hat in his girlfriend's face quit being a fun little act of endearment and was soon to be grounds for kicking him out. Lodog looked at his two loves and after ten minutes of loud wussy like crying chose the woman over the hat... Promising to throw it away he snuck it in the closet and hid it underneath the ratty flannel shirt he told her he got rid of two years ago. Comfortable with his looks and not having the need to impress women anymore Lodog planned to hit up the local Wal-Mart and find the stupidist looking hat to wear out in public when the couple went out on the town...
"I like your story of the love between a man and his hat Lodog." Dejavu had a cap somewhere that said search and destroy on the front with a winged skull with gun crossbones behind it, but it never seemed the right time to wear it. "I like your new signature too" he added, wondering if Lodog had done away with his last one after he'd changed it in Lodogs 'Lodog's remake a members sig page' thread.
Lodog was so impressed with the artistry and time taken by a total stranger to jump into his world that he decided to do the same as a sign of respect. Upon deep deliberation Lodog had decided that the remade sig would make a better sig so decided to change the theme a little before breaking out the future Louvre exhibit.
("...I love your signature Lowdog..." replied the goblin welcoming him to this world then, adding "...the fun is in the fluidity where you can write and draw whatever you like now, I mean you find another forum where you have such freedom...")
thedope had never found Dejavu a complete stranger none the less completely himself, noticing often Dejavu's computer fluency and concurring with Lodog that Dejavu put his heart in a sleeve before sending it through that postal slot, sincere and dear. The goblin had proved of the either or type as in evil or mischievous or mischievous to the exclusion of evil being the encouraging sort!
Dejavu didn't believe in trolls, so he took Lodogs new sig and fashioned it for thedope, who unlike Dejavu didn't find prayer to look like constipation, but stolidly maintained it was concentration. Dejavu had intended it to be hung in the louvretory.
. . . . where it would no doubt find itself at home alone. . . . Had it been a secret after all the thedope had been potty trained at gun point? We have a native disgust for our own shit and it probably wasn't necessary but thedope couldn't resent it making of it fleetness in assimilation. We are both nature and nurture.
"Stop taking umbrage and fan out your plumbage" said Dejavu who, if this was true ( Dejavu had thought it another of thedopes infamous figures of speech ) didn't feel as well-disposed as he had towards thedopes father, or mother if that is who it was that had saved on diapers with dum dums. Dejavu liked Lodog, and of course handed all rights to him, asking only a postcard in return for his fame and riches. He wondered if thedope still had his pictures up. Ah, the things he might have thedope do in photoshop! Dejavu was becoming more mischievous by each passing moment.
repost from elsewhere "...good, then you won't mind my reposting these posts elsewhere then with a picture too..." replied the goblin back to the other thread now, repeating "...you see, nothing is actually here so only the ability matters, yet the ability only comes with the practice of posting, and if one puts the most into one's posts, so I don't mind how others write here, nor do I care about what they might think of me either, why, because I'm not going to dumb it down just because they do, fuck them, their posts are as you see them too..." https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=q1Et1siZhTk#at=231 xxxx
"I haven't heard that for a year or two, said Dejavu who had been about to post it in reply before seeing it." :-D
("...borrow anything from anyone else dejavu, where I borrow Jats's pics often enough too, besides we all want to see you take something and turn it into your own..." smiled the goblin)
