Bistro Bijou

Homburg said:

I am in a state of total body auralgasm. In the past to days I've picked up complete discographies for the Pogues, Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros, and the Clash. My iTunes library is truly a more joyous place now.

I'm so happy I could cry.

Barkeep, a shot of Mescal in memory of the Warlord of Punk, and some cheap rotgut in honour of brother Shane. I feel good, and seek to share it, so a round for anyone who'll raise a glass in tribute to brilliant music of my youth.

I'll be over here listening to "Peace and Love" and remembering good times with friends long gone.

And, no, I'm not kidding. This is as simply joyful as I've been in a while. And I figured this is the spot that would appreciate my happy love for the art of these great outfits.

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I'm happy for you. And I'm happy for me because my divorce is final as of today. After ten years of fighting, going through counseling, having neogtiations blow up in my face. So yes, I'll take a drink and toast your happiness and my freedom.

I'm celebrating with a doctor's appointment at 2. Well that was scheduled before I knew today would be the day. eagleyez is taking me out to dinner at our favorite Japanese restaurant later. I think I'll dress up, but after that poem I won't be going to the hair salon.

Angeline said:

No matter how bad your hair story is, there's always some woman out there with one that's worse.

I knew you'd feel better.

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True. There is always a woman who has worse hair, worse kids, worse man and worse sex!

I think we all have a moment or two we regret once the lights come on. Here's mine.

Why I Paint My Eyebrow Over A Scar

It was way too busy in front of the bar
the tender couldn't keep up with demand
and the surly guy with the hot-assed friend
cut line and I was pissed.

Turns out I was not alone.

Pissed off is different than piss drunk
oddly enough. I still had balance
a plumb line hanging from the top
of my skull and down through my pussy
wouldn't waver off the mark.

Yep, I was impaled there on an imaginary
wire while this greedy bastard picked
up more beer than he could safely consume.
So, I yelled.

I called him Jerk, Asshole, Knob
and my girlfriend kinda looked
as if to say, "Whatchoo skinny-ass
gonna do about that?"

and the guy with the glutes? He asked
me what I was drinkin'. This set
his buddy off on a wrong minded course.
I could see the ire sizzling off
his neanderthal brow.

Closer and closer, until
he took one stagger too far
and his foot slipped off the platform
in front of the bar.

It was like slo-mo slapstick
as he descended backward

and walloped me with his head
for 2 stitches
right where skull meets eye socket.
Good thing I'd been drinkin'.

Have a wonderful evening swwet Angeline and I raise a glass to your freedom and to EE too for being there loving you xxxxxx Raise a glass to Homb for being happy tho your choice of music isnt mine but heck we would be boring if we were all the same vive le difference !! anyone else I can raise a glass to? (she slurred) oh yes Eve's hair and Chaamps eyebrow ...... chheerssss

Successive happy news!

the shop is nuts. I'm listening, and extraordinarily happy for both Homburg and Angeline. And for UYS, because her relationship sounds very much like my own happy partnership...

I have had my own milestone this week, in a smallish graduation ceremony for a long period of training and education within my spiritual community. So that's my WooT for today.

blessings!

back asap with some random leg-humping and perhaps a celebratory cake and sushi feast!

Drinks on Hommie, and as soon as he runs out of money drinks will be on me!

bj

unpredictablebijou said:

Successive happy news!

the shop is nuts. I'm listening, and extraordinarily happy for both Homburg and Angeline. And for UYS, because her relationship sounds very much like my own happy partnership...

I have had my own milestone this week, in a smallish graduation ceremony for a long period of training and education within my spiritual community. So that's my WooT for today.

blessings!

back asap with some random leg-humping and perhaps a celebratory cake and sushi feast!

Drinks on Hommie, and as soon as he runs out of money drinks will be on me!

bj

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Congrats beej! Must we now address you as the Grand High Priestess of the Coven with Special Duties caring for the Flagellants?

Eluard said:

Congrats beej! Must we now address you as the Grand High Priestess of the Coven with Special Duties caring for the Flagellants?

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*giggle*
You are closer to the truth than you think.

But of all the names and titles I have, and there are many, one of the most valuable and precious to me these days is the name bijou. That is a true thing.

bijou will continue to do nicely.

oy the shop is full of the brain-eaters today. I despair of getting any work done.

bj

Whoooooo hooooo I have reached my 1000 posting will have to find out now how I can put something outrageous under my avatar now

unpredictablebijou said:

*giggle*
You are closer to the truth than you think.

bj

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No, I wasn't wildly guessing. I thought I WAS pretty close to the truth.

Helppppppp what do I do and how do I put various wafflings in too??

UnderYourSpell said:

Helppppppp what do I do and how do I put various wafflings in too??

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woot for you!

slight break in the action here. sad day, really - lotsa morons and very few sales. ech. but hey, at least it's quiet here for a bit.

Here's what you do. Go to the same little menu where you change your avatar and hit Edit Profile. There's a box that says "custom user title" and you can type your little title in there, the one that you'd like to have under your avatar. Then just go all the way to the bottom and hit 'save changes'.

It will limit you to a certain number of characters.

Anyhoo, the promised leg humping, just to get that done while I know I have a moment free.

I know I've done it before, but I have to hump LeBroz' leg again - I read through the Archival Review every few days and this last week or so he has really chosen some beautiful pieces, some incredibly inspiring stuff. It continues to impress me that LeBroz is so diligent about that thread, and so consistent in finding work that soothes me, inspires me, blows my mind, intimidates me and shoves me toward ever higher standards for my own writing.

And all without being an attention whore like some overly verbose restaurant owners I could name.

remind me to tell you about the epiphany (or as we say around here, episa-hootenany) I had about the term attention whore. But for the moment let me move on.

Leg humping is also extended to RhymeSmith, just cause you're new here and you've managed to prove yourself a serious poet, friendly and intelligent. And you haven't gotten into any bar fights or broken anything at the bistro. Yet. And your lovely willingness to have an on-stage orgy for the benefit of orphaned pets puts you up top in my personal book of goodness. Consider your leg duly and gleefully humped. It's what I do. Ask anyone.

O congrats congrats and FINALLY to Angeline as she celebrates the end of a long legal ordeal. Given the few details I've seen, this divorce sucked as much as a divorce possibly could, and I'm so happy for you that it's over.

And that Maggie Estep poem is a scream. I remember her from her short bits on MTV long, long ago. Her performance pieces are brilliant.

Champagne, what can I say? You've blown me away again. You do that on a rather daily basis.

And Hommie, I know quite well how completely joyful it can be to find or recover precious music from our history. Music is so much a part of my own mood and life.

Here's how crazy I am. I'm at this performance once, some silly talent show at a festival, and this fest is large enough to be able to provide a sign language interpreter for many of their classes and events. So in the middle of a dance number or karaoke or something godawful going on on stage, I start watching the interpreter, as she dances her way through the sign language version of the song.

It was so beautiful, so poignant, to watch the words move through her hands, to see her communicate rhythm and emotion with her whole body as she translated. I started to think about what my life would be like if I couldn't hear music, if I didn't have that particular sense anymore, and was instantly overwhelmed with so much gratitude for my ability to hear that I started to cry. Mind you, to my companions it looked like I was being moved by the third-rate rendition of "It's Raining Men" or whatever. So of course they lean over to ask me what my deal is, and all I could choke out is 'I'm just so glad I can hear,' which didn't help me appear any saner, given what we were listening to.

Happily, most of my good friends make the simple and reasonable assumption that I'm half-mad, and so they didn't worry too much about me. I assured them I was fine and got myself under control.

so yeah. Music. Yet another of the thousand reasons I walk in gratitude.

bj

Eluard said:

No, I wasn't wildly guessing. I thought I WAS pretty close to the truth.

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figures. You bein' smart and all.

I'm looking around for a pic to post. Think I found something, and I can post it as an avatar for an hour or two, as soon as I convert it. Dunno how to do anything fancy like you did...

bj

unpredictablebijou said:

Anyhoo, the promised leg humping, just to get that done while I know I have a moment free.

I know I've done it before, but I have to hump LeBroz' leg again - I read through the Archival Review every few days and this last week or so he has really chosen some beautiful pieces, some incredibly inspiring stuff. It continues to impress me that LeBroz is so diligent about that thread, and so consistent in finding work that soothes me, inspires me, blows my mind, intimidates me and shoves me toward ever higher standards for my own writing.
bj

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And here I came in looking for a simple drink like Killian's Irish Red and next thing I find you wrapped around my leg. Oh my — you keep that up and I'll have to run home to clean up. All that leg humping goes to my heads...

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LeBroz said:

And here I came in looking for a simple drink like Killian's Irish Red and next thing I find you wrapped around my leg. Oh my — you keep that up and I'll have to run home to clean up. All that leg humping goes to my heads...

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A Killian's and a tarp for the gentleman with the moist thighs.

bj

Thanks, sweets, I was kind of in a funk, but the leg-humping brought me out of it. Unfortunately, I've got to go now, and put mama to bed. Have a good night, all.

unpredictablebijou said:

It was so beautiful, so poignant, to watch the words move through her hands, to see her communicate rhythm and emotion with her whole body as she translated. I started to think about what my life would be like if I couldn't hear music, if I didn't have that particular sense anymore, and was instantly overwhelmed with so much gratitude for my ability to hear that I started to cry. Mind you, to my companions it looked like I was being moved by the third-rate rendition of "It's Raining Men" or whatever. So of course they lean over to ask me what my deal is, and all I could choke out is 'I'm just so glad I can hear,' which didn't help me appear any saner, given what we were listening to.

Happily, most of my good friends make the simple and reasonable assumption that I'm half-mad, and so they didn't worry too much about me. I assured them I was fine and got myself under control.

so yeah. Music. Yet another of the thousand reasons I walk in gratitude.

bj

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My hearing is not that great. I spent a LOT of time fighting ear infections as a kid, and have had all sorts of tubes and such in my ears. Doctors always talk about how the eardrums look "like a battlefield" from all the scar tissue. Constant tinnitus, various low-range hearing loss, distortion under high noise. It sucks. And I have to watch for ear infections like a hawk, lest I lose more hearing.

Being on the edge of deafness many times, I am VERY cognizant of it. If I were to lose my hearing entirely and not be able to enjoy the voices of my children, the soft breathing of my wife as she sleeps, or the music that is woven so deeply into the fabric of my life. well, to be completely honest, my thoughts would be suicidal.

There are few experiences in this world that I prize as much as certain sounds. The first plaintive wail of each of my children as they entered this world, purple and enraged, tearing forth their affront with every fibre of their tiny bodies. The sound of my dad singing the theme to Scooby-doo because the car we're working on has pissed him off. The brittle sound in her voice when she is at the edge of climax. The barbaric sound of my own roar as I push myself past the point where sane people stop, just to get one more rep. I could not live without these.

Angeline said:

I'm happy for you. And I'm happy for me because my divorce is final as of today. After ten years of fighting, going through counseling, having neogtiations blow up in my face.

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Ah, Ms. A. My sincerest congratulations on this momentous change in your life. May you and Mr. Eyez wander off into a Maxfield Parrish sunset of drenchy love. You both deserve it.

Everyone, of course, deserves it, but it's nice when it actually happens to someone.

Angeline said:

Check this out (Tzara! Looka here!):

Don't Let the Sun Catch You Cryin.

Think it's a pop song? Think again. Not when Dr. John and Mavis Staples duet it. Then it's an achingly gorgeous blues.

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OK, OK. I'm catching up on things.

This is, uh, cool, weird, and definitely unsuspected.

Not this, anyway, fer Gawd's sake. However much I might love it.

One of the reasons I love music is how varied interpretations can be. The way I think of this song is as a Rickie Lee Jones cut that has no YouTube thing I can find.

I'd say I love you, but I'm (way happy) married, you're (way happy) committed. But hey. We can still 'xchange moosic things, right?

Right?

Ok I've done that, thankyou Bijou, now how do I do the quotes bit after the postings please?

UnderYourSpell said:

Ok I've done that, thankyou Bijou, now how do I do the quotes bit after the postings please?

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That would be creating a signature. In the same index as where you edited your title and avatar, you can also create a signature. It's the same as forum postings as far as formatting goes.

To include a clickable link with your avatar pic, for instance, you would format it with the url=http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=850635&page=submissions]img]wrapped around the link to your pic online[/img [/url. You would, of course close those [] as needed to make the tag work. You can include a block of text with that image as well, just hit enter and write something silly like "click me" inside the url tag wraps.

The Rich Text Format toolbar is included on the "Edit Signature" window frame anyway. Just play with it. There's a preview feature.

You can store images on a number of sites on the web. I use photobucket for lots of mine and they also code the links to your pics for you, it's just a matter of copy and paste to set up an link. Don't forget, lit allows gif image uploads and links. Have fun :). [url=http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=147367&page=submissions][IMG]http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b395/champagne1982/pinkorch.jpg
Click the Pink[/url]

UnderYourSpell said:

Ok I've done that, thankyou Bijou, now how do I do the quotes bit after the postings please?

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To copy this little gif to your signature just quote the post and cut and paste the string that follows...



Note to haters of gif images... hit the stop button (the red X) by the address bar on your explorer window.

Oh goodness ermmmm well yeah ok whatever you say ...... I think lol I am not usually a dumbo where computer stuff is concerned but this has got me frazzled

it wont let me upload animated pics sigh had this problem before on my avatar

fiddle fiddle

ok why is it too big when I used the smallest font I have?