Arrrgghh! Yet another Alternate Ending!! I'll take a Grande non-fat latte with an extra shot of espresso since I am sure that next week we'll discover a Starbucks on that volcanoe (don't say you wouldn't allow it, they just barge in uninvited from what I've heard). I'd be a little more annoyed, but I this cloud guy sounded quite interesting so I went ahead and checked his place out...very intruiging and creative...I like it...and don't tell, but I'd have a schoolgirl crush on this interdetermency guy if I were a schoolgirl and single...shhhhhh, don't tell... You'd better be careful...if you continue to send all of your friends to that volcanoe, your Waking Ambrose site will become as abandoned as this Doug Drones on site has become...
I didn't read it - I listened to it. Sorry it was so late - I'm just way way behind in my blog reading. Something like one year behind.
I'm really honored by the story you wrote up. And I think it really did happen exactly the way you wrote it down. I have a vague deja vu feeling.
Some synchronicity: This morning I answered a mail from "Fang Jing" in China who I just helped figure out a trick to get blogspot blogs, which are still blocked there). She commented about the current story picture: "The picture is not very special itself, at least familiar to me, or has something similiar with the world near me. But your story happened never in my live or my association with the picture." And that made me think, why do I do that? Write to a boring photo(And why do I have trouble with the really good pictures.) I wrote back: "I have no idea either, except that if something bored me I try to imagine somehow that it is interesting. That may really be what happens."
Is imagination a defense mechanism against boredom?
That said, I feel my imagination is no different than anyone else's. Your descriptions of me describing the clouds sounded brilliant to me, and I couldn't imagine myself thinking of them. I think imagination always sounds better to other people than to the one imagining. I think some of my stories are embarassingly banal, until I show my muse and she says that they're great. (And just as often, when I think something is great, she proves that it's banal).
Thanks again so much for the story Doug. I'm truly honored and sorry it took me so long to get here. Now I'm waiting for part v.
Doug, it sometimes takes me days, even weeks to fully comprehend your Biercisms, and now I believe I understand what your story means. My stories are the clouds, and you and everyone who reads them are the ones telling me what they mean. Give me time, I'll think of everything.
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Good parodies, Doug. I'm sure Indie will be honored.
Arrrgghh! Yet another Alternate Ending!! I'll take a Grande non-fat latte with an extra shot of espresso since I am sure that next week we'll discover a Starbucks on that volcanoe (don't say you wouldn't allow it, they just barge in uninvited from what I've heard). I'd be a little more annoyed, but I this cloud guy sounded quite interesting so I went ahead and checked his place out...very intruiging and creative...I like it...and don't tell, but I'd have a schoolgirl crush on this interdetermency guy if I were a schoolgirl and single...shhhhhh, don't tell...
You'd better be careful...if you continue to send all of your friends to that volcanoe, your Waking Ambrose site will become as abandoned as this Doug Drones on site has become...
Thanks, Weirsdo. We have to wait and see if he reads it.
Oh, Square Girl, you've given me the inspiration for an extra chapter!
I didn't read it - I listened to it. Sorry it was so late - I'm just way way behind in my blog reading. Something like one year behind.
I'm really honored by the story you wrote up. And I think it really did happen exactly the way you wrote it down. I have a vague deja vu feeling.
Some synchronicity: This morning I answered a mail from "Fang Jing" in China who I just helped figure out a trick to get blogspot blogs, which are still blocked there). She commented about the current story picture: "The picture is not very special itself, at least familiar to me, or has something similiar with the world near me. But your story happened never in my live or my association with the picture."
And that made me think, why do I do that? Write to a boring photo(And why do I have trouble with the really good pictures.) I wrote back: "I have no idea either, except that if something bored me I try to imagine somehow that it is interesting. That may really be what happens."
Is imagination a defense mechanism against boredom?
That said, I feel my imagination is no different than anyone else's. Your descriptions of me describing the clouds sounded brilliant to me, and I couldn't imagine myself thinking of them. I think imagination always sounds better to other people than to the one imagining. I think some of my stories are embarassingly banal, until I show my muse and she says that they're great. (And just as often, when I think something is great, she proves that it's banal).
Thanks again so much for the story Doug. I'm truly honored and sorry it took me so long to get here. Now I'm waiting for part v.
Squaregirl: We could imagine a crush....
Lovely Interdetermency...imaginary crushes I'm sure could be quite sublimely beyond actual crushes...so i will go ahead and imagine a crush...
Squaregirl, Indie, why don't you two go ahead and imagine a room :P
OK Doug, I'm waiting for Squaregirl at imaginearoom.blogspot.com...
OK Squaregirl, now that we've gotten rid of Doug, let's dive into the volcano together...
Doug, it sometimes takes me days, even weeks to fully comprehend your Biercisms, and now I believe I understand what your story means. My stories are the clouds, and you and everyone who reads them are the ones telling me what they mean. Give me time, I'll think of everything.
Well, Indie, that's one interperetation. Predictably, the humblest possible one. Did Squaregirl ever show?
Yes, but I don't know if she clicked the link. I don't know much about blog design but I think what I did with that blog was revolutionary!
(I showed it to my muse and she said "So?" I said "Well, isn't it neat?" Then she walked away.)
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