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LOL

Welcome to 12dotsandablot.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
It's a writer's blog.
A fiction writer's blog.
If you don't know which is the fact and what's the fiction?
Do not ASSume.
Ask.

I'm hungry.

Gonna go eat.


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Do you need a hug?


Sorry but I had this funny feeling that someone reading ;my blog could use a hug.


Here.

Have two.


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And if you're from blogspot?

Read the next post.


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Everyone else?

Keep calm and don't forget your towel.


:)


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Note.

This is NOT an abandoned blog. I'm just really, really, reaaaaallly busy.


That's a good thing.


Hugs.

AuthorAnn


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Have craving. Want to turn on a tv set and hear the words, "Sooooouuuuullll Traaaiiinnn". It would be Saturday. Hot in the morning and then comes the rain.

On second thought?

A memory from my past.



From the summer of love and really bad weather. LOL.


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Holy moley.

If  I can get someone to view my blog from Antartica, South America, and Africa?

I'll have views from every continent in the world. LOL

Anyone know anyone from those continents who'd give 12dots a view and I'll -- dunno --

Maybe I'll write them their very own poem.

An original.

Dedicate it to them.


Ode To Around the Watercooler

Or

How I Met Mr Write.



Meanwhile the wind blew, the rain fell, and we decided if it was better to brave the storms and go to fencing or brave the guilt and stay home.




Later gators...

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The answer is?
It's got a great beat and it's easy to dance to.

And it tells a story...




Storms a brewin'.

(A thunderstorm not a metaphor.)

The dogs are trying their best to hunker down  and I'm fixin' to eat.

(I'd take a shower but that might not be the best plan what with thunderstorms predicted.)

So I'm a gonna go pee and then eat.

Pups cooked.

Smells good.

Hope all's well with you and yours.

AA

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So here's the latest.

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It's all so confusing. :O



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After years of rejection. Marvin finally gets lucky.


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LOL. Got my Christmas wish early. Ho ho ho. Gas up the car. I'm doing the Christmas Twist. :)


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",,,Thank you Simone...."


My life at the moment sucketh.

It really and truely does. 

I could "count my blessings"  or "look at the cup half full".

That's what got me into this mess in the first place.


So I'm doing what any sane person would do.


I'm taking recess.


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:D

I hear it's in each of us to make our own selves happy....




Ohh yeah.

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"...What. What do you want me to say?  Don't go? Your my woman? Stay?  What do you want?..."

Yeah, about that.  If someone is still talking directly to you instead of  looking around for the nearest exit?  It might be a good idea to pay attention.


.This life is like constantly picking a scab and then expecting the wound to heal.
Lemmie give you a clue.
It doesn't.

I'm exhausted from the effort.

So I'm asking you with all sincerity.

Let's play hooky.

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LOL. So how do you write about your real world in public and yet maintain your private parts?

LOL

Welcome to 12dotsandablot.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
It's a writer's blog.
A fiction writer's blog.
If you don't know which is the fact and what's the fiction?
Do not ASSume.
Ask.

I'm hungry.

Gonna go eat.


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I watch the LLS with tv's CF which lead me to this comment...  The post talked about CF's mention of Scotland's contribution to the Age of Enlightenment.

Then it linked to a vid of a dog chewing off a person's toe only they don't know it.

To me that is the humor of the LLSwTCF.  Kind of like a boomerang.

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Re: Enlightenment omg-facts.com


LOL, you do know that one of the links on this post is about a dog chewing off a women's toe (and that she doesn't even realize it's happening). http://www.omg-facts.com/view/Facts/48180

For some reason seeing the words , "...Their views were guided by reasoning and the rejection of authority that couldn’t be justified by reason...." on the same post as a link to a dog chewing off a woman's toe and she doesn't know it to be the kind of humor of CF's Late night television talk show.

Good golly, I do love the Internet...."

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Latvia?
Seriously?

Hello Latvia.  Must be a Taylor Swift fan. Me too. 

Welcome to 12dots.

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"The stakes are high.
The water's rough.
But this love is ours..."


The first time I met my neighbor, she was working out in the yard. I remember how beautiful the yard looked.  So I did what folks do here, they ask how the person manages to get their yard looking so beautiful.

During the conversation she out of the blue told me that her husband would be back next month. "Business?" I asked.  The reply was no.  Her husband was in Iraq. In one of those moments where people instinctively know that a complete stranger could be trusted, she told me that she didn't talk about it much. Part of her was worried about being alone while her husband was so far away.  I told her not to worry.  They'd both be fine.

I'm happy to say that he made it back. He's nice. They both are.



I've started thanking people who have come back from Iraq. It's alittle weird because some of these folks are complete strangers.  I do it because of a guy I met on one of my trips.  He was a Vietnam veteran.  He told me, with tears in his eyes, that his return from Vietnam was rocky.  People weren't nice to him.  It wasn't that they ignored him or were completely oblivious to there being a wa-- I mean a military action in Vietnam.  If they had do so, it would have been easier. Nope. After a nightmare of a time in Vietnam, he returned home to complete strangers who hated him for being in the military. Didn't matter if he was drafted or if he volunteered.   He was trying so hard not to cry that the next thing I knew he had snapped to attention.  Everything but the salute. 

He was still waiting for someone to welcome him home.

So when I see someone has come back safe and sound?

I say, "Welcome home."

and

"Thanks."




That's the truth.


Welcome to 12 dots and a blot.
It is a it's heart a writer's blog.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
If you don't know which is which.
Please.

Don't ASSume.
Ask.


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And if it's after Wednesday, 29 February, 2012? ...

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And if it's Wednesday, 29 February, 2012.

I was going to write about Marilyn Monroe.

But I am not.

I read once that you could gage how much of a narcissist a person was by counting the number of times they used the pronoun "I".

Not going to write about that either.

Nor am I going to ask random people to marry me for fun or profit.

Instead, I've been sitting here looking for downloadable images of an MC Esher drawing.

It's not the one of the drawing of a hand drawing hand even if that would be a good image for the narcasist comment.

But no.

I'm trying to find the image of the optical illusion stairways.

No, not the one with the waterfall.

The other one with just stairs merging into stairs.

You see what I want to write about is about the interrelated nature of the mind and the concept of reality.

And compare it to the limits of the universe.

Sounds grand but it's not.

It's actually basically simple.

Reality can be defined into two waves:

that reality that is

and

that reality that we percieve.

I wanted to wonder through the randomness of the human mind find it's limits and find the limitness of a random yet reality based creation.

It was called 12 dogs and a blog.

Through 12 dogs and the Interactive Blog Story, I took something that looked mundane and simple, everyday, and tried to give it the unlimited qualities of imagination.

Nothing gave me greater pleasure than to write that blog and then randomly click the blue links to see what story would unfold.

Even I was surprised at the multitude of  expected stories that could be generated.

For me?

It was as if I could travel in time and the percieved reality that was my imagination.

Even better?

I could invite others to go there as well.

The blog entries were realtime but  I could link back and forth to past blog posts. I could revisit or illuminate the present with an idea or post from the past.

God only knows the interelated nature of the logic.

It was one of the most fun things that I've ever written.

Then it was deleted

October 31st years ago.

Before it was deleted, I was able to cut and copy the blog.

So did other folks.

The thing that they didn't realize was that there were puzzles about that blog that couldn't be cut and copied.

LOL

Anyway.

After the blog was deleted, I wondered around trying to find a new place to write my blog stories.  In an exhausted state I started writing here.

While this isn't 12 dogs, it's given me a place to be for a bit.

Now I have to decide where to go from here.

While 12 dogs taught me to write,

12 dots taught me how much I missed the Interactive Blog Stories.

It also taught me how much I missed writing for someone.

Because at 12 dogs I did indeed write for particular people in my life.

Sigh.

Here?

I don't really write for anyone.

Not even myself.

I have thought very hard about deleteing this blog.

I like writing in quiet.

I don't like writing in a fishbowl at all.

But there is someone who I promised to keep the light on for along time ago.

While I long ago gave up that I'd hear from her again?

I still keep the virtual "light on" my Internet front poarch just in case we cross paths again.

Please note that she is involved.

I'm not a stalker.

This is mostly because of the way we met and the fact that she kept her promise to let me know when she left.

When she comes back?

I want her to have this Zen Garden to come to.

If you are new here?

Welcome.

I don't write the blog stories because of how disheartening it was when they were downloaded by someone who tried to be Writing Buddy but wasn't.

There is one Writing Buddy.

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Now then.

Welcome to 12dots and a blot.

While it doesn't replace 12 dogs.

And it doesn't continue 12 dogs.

It has given me a place to rest.

This is a writer's journal but it's not a diary.

Fact and fiction co exist here.

If you don't know which is which?

Don't assume.

Ask.

It's already been a busy year and it's about to get even busier.

Thanks to the Zen experiment?

I have a way point.

(have aready written about it)

It's legal and moral and actually fun.

I'll try to write about it here but I might not.

Some days there's just not enough time to live a life and then write about it.

Have lots to do and writing here may get to be not so easy but write here I will.

Check the Twitter and this blog.

Hugs and love.

Not deleting this blog.

Ann

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About MC Escher

http://www.mathacademy.com/pr/minitext/escher/

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Read the next post 

Follow the blue links.
Be very, very observant.
Nothing stays the same forever.
Including this blog post.

And?

If it's Wednesday.?

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Who knew that fencing could be so much fun?

For most of this experience it's been good, but that was just because the people were excellent and the class was well organized.

But Saturday?

I got to actually fence with another person.

Nice.

It's gonna take a bit of work to get to the "point" of it all but I'm thinking it is worth it.

 . It's  a mental game.

Fast.

Good.

Seriously good.



I may be "gawd awwful" but ....

If you're going to spend the seconds of the day doing something?

The endevor should be worth the effort.

Fencing, like sailing, is not boring.

You're chasing the new every minute you engage in the process.

Almost as good as the time we were in the boat and it spun out of control but we didn't lose it.

(Honest it did.)

But where while sailing is grace and power.

Fencing is speed.


I kind of like this "place".
There is something about this combination of people that's right.


There's a hum like electricity here.

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I'm gonna stick around for a bit.




  Hmm but since Feb 29th comes BEFORE the next class. I'm thinking of taking a detour ...

(That there kids is a "blue link". )

Not for nothing, I do have a personal life....


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