Bistro Bijou

[Angeline]

Apparently tt2u knows his way around a shoe as well...

bj

So it would seem.

Louboutin always does that red sole. It's teh hawtness.

But you know that no matter what you have or don't have on your feet, it's all about the attitude. It has taken me a few years to get there but now I've got a new way to walk.. Try not struttin and stylin to that.

 

[Angeline]

One more, just because I love these old sesame street songs. Some of them just crack me up, like this one:

Is Everybody Fuzzy?​

 

[unpredictablebijou]

So it would seem.

Louboutin always does that red sole. It's teh hawtness.

But you know that no matter what you have or don't have on your feet, it's all about the attitude. It has taken me a few years to get there but now I've got a new way to walk.. Try not struttin and stylin to that.

Is Everybody Fuzzy?​

OMG Fuzzy and Blue is my FAVORITE! I used to sing that all the time.

Yes. We are all fuzzy and blue in here. It's just another way of saying "writer."

And that clip of the walking song reminded me of the single reason I would ever consider seeking fame in any context - I would love to be famous enough to be asked to be on Sesame Street.

Probly never happen, but ya gotta have a dream.

bj

 

[Angeline]

OMG Fuzzy and Blue is my FAVORITE! I used to sing that all the time.

Yes. We are all fuzzy and blue in here. It's just another way of saying "writer."

And that clip of the walking song reminded me of the single reason I would ever consider seeking fame in any context - I would love to be famous enough to be asked to be on Sesame Street.

Probly never happen, but ya gotta have a dream.

bj

Fuzzy and Blue is my favorite too. And that's sayin something. I love many of those Sesame Street songs. In fact I used to live about a quarter mile from a Sesame Place amusement park, whose highest point is Rubber Ducky Mountain (at least that's what my kids and I call it). Lots of local teenagers work there every summer and throngs of people from New York and Philly bring the kids for a few days. It's mobbed all summer. One of my co-worker's daughters was working there as cookie monster, meeting and greeting, until the day she was punched in the nose by an angry parent. I ask you, what kind of a person takes down Cookie Monster? Who would do a thing like that?

But enough of that. Here's another one I love. A ballad. By a true poet

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Fuzzy and Blue is my favorite too. And that's sayin something. I love many of those Sesame Street songs. In fact I used to live about a quarter mile from a Sesame Place amusement park, whose highest point is Rubber Ducky Mountain (at least that's what my kids and I call it). Lots of local teenagers work there every summer and throngs of people from New York and Philly bring the kids for a few days. It's mobbed all summer. One of my co-worker's daughters was working there as cookie monster, meeting and greeting, until the day she was punched in the nose by an angry parent. I ask you, what kind of a person takes down Cookie Monster? Who would do a thing like that?

But enough of that. Here's another one I love. A ballad. By a true poet

only a true nazi bastard would punch Cookie Monster. Too bad they'd obviously already bred.

I heard a horrible rumor lately that they're making him eat vegetables instead of cookies now, because of the emphasis on nutrition and shit. That's not actually true, I hope. Haven't actually confirmed it.

Broccoli monster? Arugula Monster? Say it ain't so.

bj

 

[champagne1982]

The dogs think as soon as you say "Cookie" you're on your way to the treat cupboard and, "Holy Dawg, you'd better come up with a cookie."

They freak when I sing http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b395/champagne1982/cookiemon.jpg.

 

[Angeline]

only a true nazi bastard would punch Cookie Monster. Too bad they'd obviously already bred.

I heard a horrible rumor lately that they're making him eat vegetables instead of cookies now, because of the emphasis on nutrition and shit. That's not actually true, I hope. Haven't actually confirmed it.

Broccoli monster? Arugula Monster? Say it ain't so.

bj

Yeah I heard that too. Ridiculous! Why don't they create carrot man instead? Or carrot monster? Didn't Anna's son have a song about him? But to take Cookie Monster's cookies away is like....like....like ripping his soul out! You know that shiny thing on your neck look like delicate, delicious, unhealthy COOKIE!!!! UmmmmSchlurpGackGobbleYumm. Gulp.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

The dogs think as soon as you say "Cookie" you're on your way to the treat cupboard and, "Holy Dawg, you'd better come up with a cookie."

They freak when I sing http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b395/champagne1982/cookiemon.jpg.

This cracked me up. How To Torture Your Dog With Sesame Street.

We had a college drinking game called "Who," which we played annually when The Grinch would air on TV for that year. You guessed it - every time they say "who' you have to drink.

It's funny. I do pretty much the same thing as your dogs if someone says "cookie" to me.

Yeah I heard that too. Ridiculous! Why don't they create carrot man instead? Or carrot monster? Didn't Anna's son have a song about him? But to take Cookie Monster's cookies away is like....like....like ripping his soul out! You know that shiny thing on your neck look like delicate, delicious, unhealthy COOKIE!!!! UmmmmSchlurpGackGobbleYumm. Gulp.

*giggling madly*
You are a dark, twisted grrrl, you are. Don't worry. I won't tell anybody.

um.

Yes, I believe there was a Carrot-Man song somewhere back there. It was good, too. Can't think where it was, though.

bj

 

[Angeline]

This cracked me up. How To Torture Your Dog With Sesame Street.

We had a college drinking game called "Who," which we played annually when The Grinch would air on TV for that year. You guessed it - every time they say "who' you have to drink.

It's funny. I do pretty much the same thing as your dogs if someone says "cookie" to me.





*giggling madly*
You are a dark, twisted grrrl, you are. Don't worry. I won't tell anybody.

um.

Yes, I believe there was a Carrot-Man song somewhere back there. It was good, too. Can't think where it was, though.

bj

I am! Oh yes I am! <takes halo off and stomps on it>

Ahhhh. I feel much better now.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I am! Oh yes I am! <takes halo off and stomps on it>

Ahhhh. I feel much better now.

BREAKTHROUGH!

*giggling madly*
o honey I'm so proud of you!

I'm thinkin' cleansing breath, group hug, y'know. bonding.

You've been a charter member of the Dark Side for years and you know it.

bj

eta: no, I'm remembering wrong. It's not the word "cookie" that gets me all excited. What was that word... hmmm. It was like cookie, I'm pretty sure...



TIME FOR A NEW FRIDGE

Sometimes tears provide the birthwaters for the soul that is yet to be.
Don't apologize for labour pains, they must be borne to free happiness.
Wait for the child to catch up and then, dry her tears and praise
her for getting here. Give her a hug and remember a smile is two lips
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . away.

-champagne


Slowly unzip each layer
one by one
exposing you to my
luscious lips,
My tongue tip slowly
sliiiiides
the length,
tasting
gently nibbling.
Engulfing sweet and delectable
sucking in each mouthful
till I must swallow ... swallow .....

-UYS


When you lock on your boards
and swing up the side of a mountain
chairlift rattle shaking the fresh
dusting of powder off the cable
you're getting ready for a ride.

Breathe deeply then skate
across a short run to fly
up to the summit. Sky
ice blue and ice sky blue
but snow sets the tone.

Go, large s-turns spinning
icy contrails off the back
of skis laying parallel lines
braided down the hill.

Just you and the schuss
glissade of edges sharp
boards waxed and poles
planted just so, pivot.
February ego snow.

-Champagne


A cozy cafe
Hot Tea warms my body
Breathing easy

- RhymeSmith

White cotton panties in the snow
Invisible against the glare
When came the spring and the new thaw
His indiscretion just lay there

-SecretOrchid

Mini's Mini

I've got my heart set
on a little silver-grey
bullet that will speed
me into tomorrow.

The Italian Job's
got nothin' on
this little Cooper.

Hush, and let me dream
of sinking into soft heated
leather bucket seats
at full cruise in overdrive.

A straight Alberta road
drags me to anywhere
but down. An adventure
on four wheels
a hundred and sixty-plus
horses
and a steering wheel.

They better not have sold
it to someone else.

-Champagne


Driving home last night,
windows down,
blues in the background.
I felt a hand brush my cheek.
I heard a soft "mon cher"
and felt the lightest brush
of a kiss.
The smell of junipers
faintly distant
caressed my senses.
I felt the easing of tension
in my back
in my neck
as if two hands
worked my shoulders
two lips
caressed my cheek
two breasts pressed
against my back
as two arms
wrapped tight
around my chest.
Leaning back with a smile,
I watched the taillights fade
into the distance.
I heard the lonesome blues fade
into my memories.

-Fool


Hear my whispers in your chest
each time blood courses
along the path to bless
real trust and loving care
to hold your spell near
silouhetted against my breast.

Remember well the precious kisses
eager wags and licks await your face
simply to greet you and say I love you
too. Now scratch my ear... yes, there.

-champagne


We have a secret, you and I,
That no-one else shall know,
For who, but I can see you lie,
Each night, in fireglow?
And who but I can reach my hand
Before we go to bed,
And feel the living warmth of you
And touch your silken head?
And only I walk woodland paths,
And see, ahead of me,
Your small form racing with the wind,
So young again, and free.
And only I can see you swim
In every stream I pass,
And when i call, no-one but I
Can see the bending grass

- UnderYourSpell


For instance, he writes a mean iambic.
Otherwise, what was I doing in his arms.
when I should have been home sleeping
there where safety waits?
The words trip pretty from his lips
but do they feed the hungry homeless
as their hope turns into watery soup
down in the basement kitchen of the church
on the corner of 101st and 107th?
Meter and prosody wrap his ego securely
in his id that I long to sleep with a man, aged
by the same catastrophes that shaped
my father and pounded into the same wheel.
The question remains if his poetry
is really cheesy or is it just my mind
screaming cliché, cliché!?

-champagne


Perspective

When we were whole fortune never smiled.
Remember? If this would happen
or that, then I will be happier
in that today. Yesterday was selfish.

All of those if-onlys count
against the wishes we make
and now don't matter. Empty
dreams of wealth-bought joy

batter their wings on the window.
There's no room for them here.
Today, we are happy for the moment
and if only tomorrow we live. Wishes

are granted by a smile and a breath
taken when we wake, shared like breakfast
bacon over morning paper news or kisses
that answer prayers for a better tomorrow.

-champagne


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'.

-Champagne


I took my soul back today
no longer willing to wear the label
you pinned upon me long ago.
Your inadequacies never mine,
now I fly free into my life
a heady freedom
no more hills to climb stumbling
carrying your burden.

- UnderYourSpell




The Oil Change

He stood beside her,
Tin lizzy in human form,
Massaging her hubs,
With castor oil.
He slowly torqued,
Her grease nipples,
While she tugged,
His air hose,
And opened her brake,
Control valves.

He crawled beneath her,
Giving her chassis,
A twelve point
Inspection.
Her rack and pinion,
Steering nearly drove him,
Off the hoist,
When he heard,
The gears mesh,
Inside her transmission.

She purred when the key,
Was turned in her ignition.
The wetness coursed through
Hoses heated with,
Hydraulic fluids.
Pistons stroking in,
Tight cylinders, sucking,
Squeezing, banging, blowing.
Valves clamouring and splashing
In delightful synchronization.

His satisfaction is,
A job well done,
His reward a well,
Maintained exterior,
A clean interior,
And high viscosity oil.
Next time, maybe an,
Investment in,
Tire rotation,
Will be in order.

-champagne

 

[Angeline]

BREAKTHROUGH!

*giggling madly*
o honey I'm so proud of you!

I'm thinkin' cleansing breath, group hug, y'know. bonding.

You've been a charter member of the Dark Side for years and you know it.

bj

eta: no, I'm remembering wrong. It's not the word "cookie" that gets me all excited. What was that word... hmmm. It was like cookie, I'm pretty sure...

Schnookie. Cmere my little schnookie.

 

[champagne1982]

Ange, did you see Homer Pindar was checking in? It's nice to see a familar poet.

 

[Guest]

.............

 

[champagne1982]

I saw that. Rechecked to make sure it wasn't an old thread someone dug up. I hate when people do that.

bwahahahahaha... now I'm sorely tempted to rouse the ire of the Jami-san. Whatcha gonna do if I raise one from the dead? Huh? What?

 

[Guest]

..........

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I guess it depends which one it is. :caning:

If you're offering canings, dollface, consider me in line.

I need an attitude adjustment today.

*massaging temples, eyes closed, mumbling*

...stay amused. must remember to stay amused. Mel might just be having a bad day; it's not necessarily that she's a cranky bitch who needs to have her ass kicked until she learns how much simpler life can be if you just try being courteous and, well, nice to people...

She runs a bar; you'd think she'd know that.
And nobody, nobody gets to say abusive shit to my friends, or they will find themselves dealing with me. D is a very nice man who was helping me. He did not deserve to be yelled at.

She's lucky she left before I got out there.

So it's VENTING DAY at the bistro. Rant away. A bistro, a bar, is a sacred space insulated from conventional cause/effect in a mysterious way. A bar is a confessional, a sweat lodge, an encounter group. A martini glass or a bottle of beer is the talking stick for this ritual.

Be as obscure as you like (hell, you can even write a poem or something) or just plan to set it out and delete it in an hour. Future readers will just have to wonder.

bienvenue, mes amis

bj

 

[champagne1982]

I'm tired of aching. Fuck that... It's pain, pure and vicious hurt that pierces my knees. My scar's adhered to the absorbafuckinable screws that hold this damned graft in place and it feels like I'm frying my shin on a too near to my toe campfire.

I'm tired of snow. Fuck that... It's Artic out there. Last night, about 3 hours from sunset, it was 41 below. It hurts. Oh well, at least today it's not too cold to precipitate. Yes, in this, the glass is half full.

 

[champagne1982]

oh and Hai, ms upbj. Go read my love poem

and adjust

 

[UnderYourSpell]

:-( :-d

 

[UnderYourSpell]

:-d

 

[champagne1982]

Move over. Welcome to the charnel pit

 

[UnderYourSpell]

( @ )( @ )

 

[champagne1982]

Sometimes tears provide the birthwaters for the soul that is yet to be.
Don't apologize for labour pains, they must be borne to free happiness.
Wait for the child to catch up and then, dry her tears and praise
her for getting here. Give her a hug and remember a smile is two lips
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . away.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

( @ )( @ )

 

[unpredictablebijou]

and next to Champ's suffering I am a heaving pile of shit

I'm thinking that's bad, right?

Schnookie. Cmere my little schnookie.

*leaping, panting, yipping excitedly*

I'm tired of aching. Fuck that... It's pain, pure and vicious hurt that pierces my knees. My scar's adhered to the absorbafuckinable screws that hold this damned graft in place and it feels like I'm frying my shin on a too near to my toe campfire.

I'm tired of snow. Fuck that... It's Artic out there. Last night, about 3 hours from sunset, it was 41 below. It hurts. Oh well, at least today it's not too cold to precipitate. Yes, in this, the glass is half full.

Oh baby, aw sweetie. Honey I sorta know - a dear friend went through similar stuff with an outside-the-leg brace and pin affair after she multiply fratured leg. It's awful. And if you're even half as energetic as she is, you must be going nuts.

I'm thinking pie. Maybe a warm dutch apple with melty vanilla ice cream? Or are you one of those who prefers cheddar on apple pie? And how bout some cocoa. Not too sweet, just the good warm liquid chocolate. And the universal compassion of Kwan Yin for your ordeal.

oh and Hai, ms upbj. Go read my love poem

and adjust

Yow. Ad-
JUSTED.
Now I'm thinking of all the people I'd love to cart off to Paris for a week or two. And what I'd do to them while we were there.

mmm. thanks.

I've cried and cried for that child and the bits I remember and I often wonder does the mind block the rest to save it's sanity ..... thankyou for being ther for me

Another one! Aw bubbie. Alright. Hand me the bottle. Take this nice big yummy iItalian soda with mango. Then tuck into some of this good bread and cheese and let's get you grounded. And say this to yourself, over and over: it didn't stay like this forever. eventually, it was different. eventually, it got better.

Free pie today for anyone having a rough moment.

bj

eta: anyone need a tissue?

also : go here.