Bistro Bijou

[Angeline]

Quick, while she's not here.

Has anyone tried to walk von Bijmeister through the steps necessary to post images?

If not then I might have a go tomorrow.

She can't post images? But...but...that's even easier to remember than multi-quoting.

Well, you tell her about photo hosting sites, ok? The last time I explained it, I erm suggested hotlinking because I am a technoidiot. Untechnoidish. But I can multi-quote.

 

[Eluard]

She can't post images? But...but...that's even easier to remember than multi-quoting.

Well, you tell her about photo hosting sites, ok? The last time I explained it, I erm suggested hotlinking because I am a technoidiot. Untechnoidish. But I can multi-quote.

But you can post images — I've seen you do it, haven't I?

BTW I know that photobucket works on this site, whereas tinypic doesn't. Are there any others that you know will work.

 

[Angeline]

But you can post images — I've seen you do it, haven't I?

BTW I know that photobucket works on this site, whereas tinypic doesn't. Are there any others that you know will work.

This is a good one too.

 

[Eluard]

This is a good one too.

There are size restrictions on Image Cave. But here is a tester for it.


http://usera.imagecave.com/Elurad/Germany003GBcopy.jpg

Works, though it resizes things drastically.

 

[Tzara]

Aww! Aint that cute — love notes being passed in German class!

Sometimes it's those of us who do our homework who get the girl.

Just a comment, professor.

 

[Eluard]

Sometimes it's those of us who do our homework who get the girl.

Just a comment, professor.

Dearie me! I'm sure you're right!

Es, ist ist es nicht chemstry?

 

[Tzara]

Es, ist ist es nicht chemstry?

We lightweight halogens combine.
You more weighty minerals?
Well, you take your time.


Hey, I'm not saying that that is bad, mind you. Just different.

Salute.

 

[Eluard]

We lightweight halogens combine.
You more weighty minerals?
Well, you take your time.


Hey, I'm not saying that that is bad, mind you. Just different.

Salute.

We weighty minerals just sink to the bottom of the sea — alone.

 

[Tzara]

We weighty minerals just sink to the bottom of the sea — alone.

But we light elements envy (<-- read this with the appropriate halogen Donald Duck voice) you heavy things, dahlink. You anchor us. Atone.

 

[RhymeSmith]

...(<-- read this with the appropriate halogen Donald Duck voice)...

PLEASE don't go breathing any halogens! Plays hell with living tissues - I can tell you from direct experience!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I can't post anything I got lost when Champ tried to teach me to put a link to my poetry on here!

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*runs in to see if anyone needs anything*
*dear god, I'm going to have to learn something new, aren't I?*
*races back out to check out all the cool things that have sprung up overnight*

ohai. wait a minute.


'kay this reminds me of something I love that happens in the spring around here.

Winter Kansas is brown and white. Mostly about 500 different shades of brown, from the lightest tan of dry tallgrass and the mottled off-white of bare sycamore branches to the earth brown of the locust thorn and the orange-brown of the twisted hedgewood trunks.

In the spring, there's a slight change in the shade of the fields, very subtle, as the first truly hardy weeds start poking through, just the sprouts. Still brown, the fields then go black for a few days as the burn erases brown and leaves pure black ash and the stubs of last year's mullein and brown-eyed susans.

Within only a few days, the ash begins to drown in a new shade of green, deeper and more emerald, as the new grass presses through, and the shade of the fields begins to shift again. But that's not the explosion.

There is always a week when it happens like this, always. There are two or three cloudy days and a thick rain that soaks everything. You can feel, you can hear, the squeaking of the leaves as the bulbs feel the water underground. There's a sense of anticipation, of hunger. Then there's that day when the sun is finally back, and the air is moist and warm in a brand new way. This is the moment all the plants have been waiting for; they've had their feast and they're ready to go.

By the end of that first sunny day, the landscape has shifted completely. Everything is suddenly, undeniably green and somehow juicy, full. The fat buds that have been waiting at the ends of the daffodils and bluebells and forsythia and spirea explode during the day, opening hundreds of trumpets to soak up the sunlight. EVerything drinks the light.

today was that day - we've had soaking rain since Wednesday, off and on, and nothing but clouds. Today, the dawn sky was fierce cherry and orange, and the sun has a drumbeat to it, feeding everything. As soon as I woke this morning I knew today was the day, and sure enough, the landscape on the way to work was exploding, pink white yellow red green green green. It's the day of manifestation.

So of course the people are bursting too, and the shop has been total mayhem, and of course I knew that when I got in here today there would be a whole bunch of new things, sprung up from underground overnight, or finally bursting into bloom.

I dig this crazy garden. Dig it. And muchly dig, very greatly dig, the people and flowers therein.

bisy
backson

bijou

 

[Anschul]

Is it just me...

Or can even her prose feel like poetry?

Spring on the Plain

Winter Kansas is brown and white.
Mostly about 500 different shades of brown,
From the lightest tan of dry tallgrass
And the mottled off-white of bare sycamore branches
To the earth brown of the locust thorn,
And the orange-brown of the twisted hedgewood trunks.

In the spring, there's a slight change
In the shade of the fields, very subtle,
As the first truly hardy weeds start poking through,
Just the sprouts.
Still brown, the fields then go black for a few days
As the burn erases brown and leaves pure black ash
And the stubs of last year's mullein and brown-eyed susans.

Within only a few days, the ash begins to drown
In a new shade of green,
Deeper and more emerald,
As the new grass presses through,
And the shade of the fields begins to shift again.
But that's not the explosion.

There is always a week when it happens like this, always.
There are two or three cloudy days
And a thick rain that soaks everything.
You can feel, you can hear, the squeaking of the leaves
As the bulbs feel the water underground.
There's a sense of anticipation, of hunger.
Then there's that day when the sun is finally back,
And the air is moist and warm in a brand new way.
This is the moment all the plants have been waiting for;
They've had their feast and they're ready to go.

By the end of that first sunny day,
The landscape has shifted completely.
Everything is suddenly, undeniably green
And somehow juicy, full.
The fat buds that have been waiting at the ends
Of the daffodils and bluebells and forsythia and spirea
Explode during the day,
Opening hundreds of trumpets to soak up the sunlight.
Everything drinks the light.

Today was that day - we've had soaking rain since Wednesday,
Off and on, and nothing but clouds.
Today, the dawn sky was fierce cherry and orange,
And the sun has a drumbeat to it, feeding everything.
As soon as I woke this morning
I knew today was the day,
And sure enough,
The landscape on the way to work was exploding,
Pink white yellow red green green green.
It's the day of manifestation.

So of course the people are bursting too,
And the shop has been total mayhem,
And of course I knew that when I got in here today
There would be a whole bunch of new things,
Sprung up from underground overnight,
Or finally bursting into bloom.

I dig this crazy garden.
Dig it.
And muchly dig, very greatly dig,
The people and flowers therein.



bj, i really dig your writing.

A

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Golly. shucks.
You're a jewel. Thank you.

More and more I realized I'm secretly just an essayist who tries to be concise and put line divisions in.

Can I getcha anything? Your usual tequila, or is it breakfast time where you are? (I can never keep track.)

I tried to go work on a crow piece but there are just TOO MANY THINGS to say about crows and I got lost. More crows than I can count, in this flock anyway.

xo
bj

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*finally catching up on the thread*

PLEASE don't go breathing any halogens! Plays hell with living tissues - I can tell you from direct experience!

I swear, ya can't swing a cat in this place without hitting a helium addict.

Don't you worry about those two, Smitty. They're rarely talking about what they're Actually Talking About.

And I suspect they'd both benefit from a little helium every once in a while. Or some equally nice thing that makes the vocal tone rise temporarily.

Okay, what pictures was I supposed to learn to post? I do remember wanting to put some shop pics up of all the juicy bowls of rocks and such. But I can already put stuff up from the web; mostly I just link so as not to be too obnoxious.

see?

http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/adc/10104368A~Claudette-Colbert-Cleopatra-Posters.jpg
bj

 

[Anschul]

Golly. shucks.
You're a jewel. Thank you.

More and more I realized I'm secretly just an essayist who tries to be concise and put line divisions in.

Can I getcha anything? Your usual tequila, or is it breakfast time where you are? (I can never keep track.)

I tried to go work on a crow piece but there are just TOO MANY THINGS to say about crows and I got lost. More crows than I can count, in this flock anyway.

xo
bj

Actually, I'm just a wee bit ahead of you...South Beach. It's beautiful down here. Tequila will be fine. I went to college in Lawrence.
I'm not in Kansas anymore.

A

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Actually, I'm just a wee bit ahead of you...South Beach. It's beautiful down here. Tequila will be fine. I went to college in Lawrence.
I'm not in Kansas anymore.

A

'Zat right? A KU grad?

*lime and salt with that, darlin'? I've got a nice mango salsa and some fresh tortilla chips too, if you're into that*

Well then I bet you know about this very interesting Big Game that is making much traffic and a significant amount of public nudity and intoxication around that particular town today then.

In fact, I'm escaping quite soon now, before it gets even weirder.

Not that weird is bad, necessarily. This place, for example...

bj

 

[Eluard]

Okay, what pictures was I supposed to learn to post? I do remember wanting to put some shop pics up of all the juicy bowls of rocks and such. But I can already put stuff up from the web; mostly I just link so as not to be too obnoxious.

see?

http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/adc/10104368A~Claudette-Colbert-Cleopatra-Posters.jpg
bj

*Sound of frantic learning in the background so as to not appear iggerant*

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*Sound of frantic learning in the background so as to not appear iggerant*

Damn! You're adorable, and I MUST leave; it's about to get really insane in town.

have fun, kids. Here's another, before I go. Should be all the food anyone needs.

Dairy Queen:

http://johnkemeny.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/sign-of-cross.jpg

bijou

 

[Shankara20]

Dairy Queen:

bijou

or...

 

[Anschul]

'Zat right? A KU grad?

*lime and salt with that, darlin'? I've got a nice mango salsa and some fresh tortilla chips too, if you're into that*

Well then I bet you know about this very interesting Big Game that is making much traffic and a significant amount of public nudity and intoxication around that particular town today then.

In fact, I'm escaping quite soon now, before it gets even weirder.

Not that weird is bad, necessarily. This place, for example...

bj

And at this writing, 'hawks up 16 in the second half.

A

 

[Eluard]

And I suspect they'd both benefit from a little helium every once in a while. Or some equally nice thing that makes the vocal tone rise temporarily.

Okay, what pictures was I supposed to learn to post? I do remember wanting to put some shop pics up of all the juicy bowls of rocks and such. But I can already put stuff up from the web; mostly I just link so as not to be too obnoxious.

see?

http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/adc/10104368A~Claudette-Colbert-Cleopatra-Posters.jpg
bj

Two things: Glad to see that this picture posting lark presents no difficulties. The picture you recently promised was of you as a sophomore goth. Would love to see it. (You've also periodically threatened us with pictures of beads — which will cause all of the women to say "oh, please!" and all of the men to mutter "only if there are breasts behind them.")

Second thing: that picture of Claudette Colbert is an absolute stunner!

 

[Eluard]

I can't post anything I got lost when Champ tried to teach me to put a link to my poetry on here!

Then for your benefit, my dear, here are the means to do so.

1. Get a Photobucket account. Don’t use your real name, use your screen name or an alias.
2. Go to your account page and look for the “images from my computer” or something similar, in the middle of the page. Press and browse your computer for your pictures folder. Choose the picture that you want.
3. Now click “Upload”.
4. You may be asked to name the picture. Give it a simple name, again, not including your real name.
5. The picture is now added to your album. Underneath the thumbnail there are four options, the last of which is IMG Code. Copy that code into your message in literotica — simple copy and paste, nothing else. (In fact pressing the word “code” copies the address to your clipboard all by itself). When you preview your post the picture now appears. As it does in the post itself. It really couldn’t be easier!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I will fiddle with that when himself is out .. have you ever had anyone leaning over your shoulder asking for explanations when you don't even know what you are doing yourself? Bloody annoying isn't it? Then when you do it wrong they ask why you did it wrong and you are very tempted to very politely ask them to go away and stop distracting you,
Anyway yesterday we went to a food fair and came home with a large bottle of poteen 48% proof .. I did enquire about it being illegal but was told that was in Ireland but they were from Wales so it wasn't which didn't make any sense really but what the heck all I know is it blows your socks off!
We have snow lot n lots of snow so if you are going to dig anything would you kindly make it my veggie garden as I was about to sow and now I can't even find the soil!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Today we're sliding off to school,
Upon a winter's day.
For the ground is very slippery
As we hurry on our way.
We like to leave our little slides,
Where others have to come,
So pensioners on their daily walks,
Will fall upon their bums!