Bistro Bijou

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O what a most excellent Idea!

I wanna be Salt. I have jeans just like that, actually. Only it's cause I won't throw them away, not cause I bought them that way.

bj

eta: thick indeed, I suspect. And yes, I'd say address the mouth first. It's the most, uh, troublesome.

Dammit.....stole it right out from under me! Blond was not her thing. Way better as a brunette. I s'pose that leaves me stuck being Peppa by default.
Nah. Better yet, I'll be Lady Bug, from Digable Planets The only girl in the trio, and quite nice with the verse. Cuz I'm cool like dat. :cool:
 
bell ratio

Oopps I thought you were referring to the bell end

I clicked on the first one. He really doesn't bother me as much as other uh artists. I swear I heard him say "boisterous mushroom" in there somewhere. I could have heard it wrong, like some people think "scuse me while I kiss this guy" is a line from Purple Haze.

We could have outre rappers av week and I could be MC Hammer. Or not. I guess I'd really rather be MC Hawking.

Celine Dion sings about the hot dogs go on and of course there's always the classic 'Me ears are alight'' I've got a website of them all somewheres will have to dig it out.

Now see you've been at it again while I was sleeping here over the pond and there are two pairs of feet sticking out from under the piano one on top of the other oooerrrr missus ..... and what did I miss with Bijou showing her big bits and what was Tzara flashing?

I did wonder if Dark had been given the guided tour at all so please follow me. This here is the back room *voice fades into distance followed by a yelp and a giggle*
 
well so far so good, just stoped in for a quick drink, I am off to Colorado soon, wish I could spend more time catching up, but alas, you can't always get what you want. Well I'm off to let the mountains speak to me, and hopefuly they will inspire the right words for me to speak

I will know what to do and when to do it
I will know what to do and when to do it
I will know what to do and when to do it
I will know what to do and when to do it
I will know what to do and when to do it
I will know what to do and when to do it
I will know what to do and when to do it
I will know what to do and when to do it
I will know what to do and when to do it


I miss you guys and will pop in when I can, and if the above lines confuse you, don't worry, it will come in time
 
I've got my parcel but can't use it I could have sworn it said it came with an adaptor for Britsh voltage but seems not luckily I am married to an electrician so hopefully I will be up and running for National Orgasm day
 
*ecstatic applause from the peanut gallery*

ahem....as insentive to get your new gadget up and running, let him know, you have it on good authority that he'd enjoy it too....not just a girl toy y'know
 
Now see you've been at it again while I was sleeping here over the pond and there are two pairs of feet sticking out from under the piano one on top of the other oooerrrr missus ..... and what did I miss with Bijou showing her big bits and what was Tzara flashing?

You had to be here in person. Reading the transcripts doesn't do it justice. Bj was in here, wielding an unruly strap-on. I've got it on video. She'll tell you all about it when she regains conciousness. ;)

That's her under the piano. Not sure who her company is.
 
*wakes slowly, slides out from under the piano.*

This baby grand was such a good idea, for so many reasons. Every bistro should have one.

That was NOT a strap on. I am a strictly hand-held power tool grrrl. There was a traumatic experience with a harness once, long ago... but that's another story.

This, however, is indeed important:

for loststar, poor lil thing. First, keep the faith. Even if you forget who you are sometimes, there are a bunch of people who will remember for you.

and this, cause I miss you.

By the time I woke up, I was the only one under the piano. And I'm not saying who it was with me. I do try to protect people from the rep they'd develop if they were actually seen with me.

bj
 
*wakes slowly, slides out from under the piano.*

This baby grand was such a good idea, for so many reasons. Every bistro should have one.

That was NOT a strap on. I am a strictly hand-held power tool grrrl. There was a traumatic experience with a harness once, long ago... but that's another story.

This, however, is indeed important:

for loststar, poor lil thing. First, keep the faith. Even if you forget who you are sometimes, there are a bunch of people who will remember for you.

and this, cause I miss you.

By the time I woke up, I was the only one under the piano. And I'm not saying who it was with me. I do try to protect people from the rep they'd develop if they were actually seen with me.

bj

I'm happy to be seen with you. You're like Obama. You have rock star status.
 
I'm happy to be seen with you. You're like Obama. You have rock star status.

I am honored beyond words. I never wanted to be Gladys Knight. I just wanted to be a Pip. I practice a lot.

Leavin' on a midnight traaaain.... woo woo!
....Goin' back to find....

Whose ivories have you been tickling?

Yours, if you've got a minute or two. Join me under the piano, dear, and let me check your tuning.

bj
 
I'm happy to be seen with you. You're like Obama. You have rock star status.

We should have buttons and t-shirts made. Each one can have a different quote from her sig line on it. Though I dunno that a slogan like "A time for the Unpredictable" will inspire confidence in voters outside of Lit. We've got a little time to put a catchy spin on it before election day.

Oh, the right wingers won't be happy.

ETA: If Ange's Obama line isn't quotable, I don't know what is. Just sayin'.
 
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I am honored beyond words. I never wanted to be Gladys Knight. I just wanted to be a Pip. I practice a lot.

Leavin' on a midnight traaaain.... woo woo!
....Goin' back to find....



Yours, if you've got a minute or two. Join me under the piano, dear, and let me check your tuning.

bj

I'm honored you're honored. Lol. I am! I don't think you could get 200,000 Berliners to come out to hear you, but you've certainly drawn a few poets to the forum. I'm like a forum vampire. I always want new blood. :D
 
I'm honored you're honored. Lol. I am! I don't think you could get 200,000 Berliners to come out to hear you, but you've certainly drawn a few poets to the forum. I'm like a forum vampire. I always want new blood. :D

muahaha. Once we reach A Certain Age, (and by we I mean me) we're always trying to attract the youngsters in so we can perv on them and eat all their excess energy.

Whoops, that was my outside voice, wasn't it?

And thanks, by the way, for telling me the villanelle was good. My highest goal for that, and I wasn't sure I'd managed, was that it Not Totally Suck.

Howaya, dahlink?

bj
 
muahaha. Once we reach A Certain Age, (and by we I mean me) we're always trying to attract the youngsters in so we can perv on them and eat all their excess energy.

Whoops, that was my outside voice, wasn't it?

And thanks, by the way, for telling me the villanelle was good. My highest goal for that, and I wasn't sure I'd managed, was that it Not Totally Suck.

Howaya, dahlink?

bj

Oh I'm of a certain age too. Hell I'm almost past a certain age. I think. Not by Grandma Moses standards, but no kid.

Your villanelle is good! Now my and Fool's villanelle. Oy. It's sort of two different poems. But Fool and I have writ together before and we can fix it up purty.

Villanelles are tough to write, imo. They're not such an undertaking like a sestina, but they're not as easy as terzanelles. I like the terzanelle. It isn't as long so it's not too hard to make it work well. Ever write a paradelle? I tried once. OMFG. But they're supposed to be impossible to write. Supposedly, Billy Collins made up the form as a joke.

I'm fine. The Yankees just scored a run against the Red Sox but the game is young. And it's deadly humid here. T and I are living in the bedroom (not the worst thing in the world lol) because that's where the ac is. We just had a picnic style dinner, sitting on the bed watching the game. And you, my beautiful one?
 
When you reach my great age you start to go backwards not hard in my case as I never grew up in the first place I think it's called the Peter Pan syndrome or would the female equivalent be Tinkerbell? I am a little fairy I wear a fairies frock and all I'm ever wanting is lots of fairy ... dust. *From under the piano being fine tuned ... yelp .. giggle*

BTW does anyone live near Nevada I have just been checking out Timeshare slots in Las Vegas round about Apr/May time
 
Oh I'm of a certain age too. Hell I'm almost past a certain age. I think. Not by Grandma Moses standards, but no kid.

Your villanelle is good! Now my and Fool's villanelle. Oy. It's sort of two different poems. But Fool and I have writ together before and we can fix it up purty.

Villanelles are tough to write, imo. They're not such an undertaking like a sestina, but they're not as easy as terzanelles. I like the terzanelle. It isn't as long so it's not too hard to make it work well. Ever write a paradelle? I tried once. OMFG. But they're supposed to be impossible to write. Supposedly, Billy Collins made up the form as a joke.

I'm fine. The Yankees just scored a run against the Red Sox but the game is young. And it's deadly humid here. T and I are living in the bedroom (not the worst thing in the world lol) because that's where the ac is. We just had a picnic style dinner, sitting on the bed watching the game. And you, my beautiful one?

shucks
I'm getting some nice compliments the past couple of days. Grateful, golly.

I am well. I'm now killing time before a meeting in about half an hour, over at the restaurant next door. I could call it an Annual Planning Meeting and Brainstorming Session for a pair of small charity fundraising organizations, or I can say it's a drunken pirate rally. They would be equally true.

So a few stolen moments at the bistro, while the crowd gathers and hobnobs around me in the store, and prepares itself to head for the feast table.

There will be a Thing, no doubt, a Toasting, Boasting and Roasting. And some evil plans and brainstorming and such.

At several points, I will be wishing I were over here with y'all. But this is part of my job, so oh well.

And I can't imagine writing a villanelle with a partner. That it's even vaguely coherent proves that you're both God.

That being the case, I want a bicycle and a pony.
And a calico cat.

bj
 
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Miss miss! when I arrived here Angeline leapt on me!!

Congratulations! Angeline is very selective about upon whom she leaps. Or some combination of prepositions like that.

Besides, I would have but I must skate for a while and I didn't want to leave you hangin', as it were.

Know what the best preposition is? Athwart. As in, "Soon I'll be athwart ye."

Avast.

bj
 
Miss miss! when I arrived here Angeline leapt on me!!

I love you but I never leap on girls. They're too soft and squishy. I don't want to bounce off. I want to stick. And engulf. Besides, I've lived in the bedroom the past week. I'm tired. :D

I'm almost as far as you can get from Nevada. But if you ever want to see a winter wonderland (or a frozen hell depending on one's perspective), you can always visit.
 
Congratulations! Angeline is very selective about upon whom she leaps. Or some combination of prepositions like that.

Besides, I would have but I must skate for a while and I didn't want to leave you hangin', as it were.

Know what the best preposition is? Athwart. As in, "Soon I'll be athwart ye."

Avast.

bj

Happy pirating. Sounds like you're ready. Arr Arr. Or aye yi. Ai yi yi. Whatever. I like mixing metaphors.
 
Isn't that 'Ye Olde English'? Are going Shakespearean? I am reading a book based on Shakespeare and a lost play and loads of other skullduggery in the style of The De Vinci Code
 
Oh I'm of a certain age too. Hell I'm almost past a certain age. I think. Not by Grandma Moses standards, but no kid.
Oh, thanks. Now I'm going to see this as some vaguely pervy, or at least sexualized, thing.

*grumble*
Villanelles are tough to write, imo. They're not such an undertaking like a sestina, but they're not as easy as terzanelles. I like the terzanelle. It isn't as long so it's not too hard to make it work well. Ever write a paradelle? I tried once. OMFG. But they're supposed to be impossible to write. Supposedly, Billy Collins made up the form as a joke.
Evie said villanelles were hard to write, too. I find that odd. I think they're kind of a snap to write (though not write well--that's a whole different problem). You think up two lines that work together, ending on common rhymes, add another line that ends on a common rhyme, and just fill in the blanks.

The terzanelle, on the other hand, is a mo'fo'effing bitch. I've tried one or two and never gotten there. Is there a trick to it?

I would so not have participated on that thread if LadyS had said terzanelle.
 
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