Chris wrote: Thank you Ms Curvy, I am awed that you manage to drop in and set up every day.
Me, I replied: Chris, it is a truth, universally acknowledged throughout Lushland, that Curvy has been judged and found most definitely AWESOME and has a badge to prove it, I think. She is, imo, the queen of historical fiction in these parts.
Which reminds me that despite what our self-proclaimed 'stable genius' said yesterday in the White House, The so-called 'Spanish Flu' got rolling in 1918 not 1917 and did not, I say again, NOT, end World War II. Unless there really is some sort of whacked out time travel that particular pandemic began in the US near the end of World War I, honest.
After all that, I need a drink. Thanks to Curvy and Big Bertha, coffee is available along with brownies and (gasp) clean mugs. Anybody else need some sort of fluid injection?
i loved that book. didn't care for anything else Willis wrote, but that one was amazing.
Me, I wrote: Gotta agree, Your Spriteness. After depositing that last post, I googled Willis. The book we both like(d) is 'Doomsday Book'. I'd forgotten about her WW II based stories. I've read a couple but obviously they didn't make much of an impression on me.
Really did enjoy your last Alice adventure. Is another installment coming up in the near future?
I'm gonna set out a beer for Curvy and a sweet iced tea for Sarah. Ya want anything, from the bar, that is. ;)
Sic 'em, Jeff. BTW, I'm told guys like you and Buz cand get your pics on post office walls for practically nothing though some sort of charges may be involved.
The new contest theme, time travel has never been my 'thang' as a reader much less a writer. Best I recall, the few I've read and enjoyed such as the Connie Willis novel featuring the bubonic plague in England and the Stephen King's look back at the Kennedy assassination spent little energy on the mechanics of time travel and focused instead on the story.
Not that it matters. What with one thing and another, any type of writing, especially fiction, has been a challenge for months now. (sigh)
Sure hope this contest kicks starts my fellow Lushlanders. It's been too damn quiet around here. Anybody want a drink?
Hey, Vanessa, you asleep yet? Well, in case you haven't dozed off, thought you'd like to know that the new contest wordlimit is 5000. No rush about thanking me. Whenever you wake-up (again?) will do just fine. ;)
Greetings to all, including those who enter mumbling about wanting a time travel option into the future. No way some of us wanna risk going through this year ever again.
Thanks to Curvy and Big Bertha for the hot, steaming caffeinated elixir of life. The tea sippers probably appreciate having the kettle full of hot water and everyone is, no doubt, proclaiming words of praise for Curvy's brownies and the doughnuts provided by Carl and his Kansas City Royals.
There's a new contest in town with the theme of, Time Travel. Nic has strongly suggested some sort of plot might be warranted and has given contestants a 5000 words limit to pull off that feat of writing prowess.
Me, I'll be cogitating on something to pass off as Lush quality writing while drinking deeply of Big Bertha's anbrosia. Anybody else need a hit?
Greetings, fellow moaners and groaners. Many thanks to Curvy and BB for, well, just scroll up one post and you cand figure it out for yourself -- probably.
Word has it the KC Royals laid a lickin' on the Twins last night, baseball-wise, that is, so there may be some Fuzzy doughnuts in our future to go with Curvy's brownies.
Don't know about everyone else, but I'm getting sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. I mean to say, it's just downright BORING. (sigh) The pity party is now closed. HUGS to all, especially our Sarah.
It's past time for a mug of Big Bertha's brew enhanced with an unhealthy dose of Beaver Breath Brandy and fortified with a slug of sludge. Anybody else need a drink?
Greetings and big cyber HUGS to all the wretched weekend wastrels wearily wandering while wooziely wondering, why?
Thanks to Big Bertha and Curvy for getting things going, more or less.
The mis-management and shaft of Rumplations thanks Carl and his KC Royals for today's batch of doughnuts (note: Do not, he warns us, mess with Sara's, that's the one covered with sprinkles.
In the 'Oh, BTW dept., Sprite has just posted the latest misadventures of Alice and its just chock (note that 'h' you pervs) full of sexual depravity. What's more, she claims the follow-up chapter will be even fuller.
Now I'll yield the floor to anyone who can find it amid all the trash, and will fill my mug to the brim with BB's mystical molten mocha. Anybody out there need some of this or maybe tea or even something of an alcoholic nature? If so, whadda ya want, already?
(slides an extra large mug of Big Bertha's beneficial brew enhanced with a heaping helping of her sludge in the general direction of Jeff.) Here ya go, weary warrior. This plus the following quote by a clinical psychologist about our very own POTUS should do you right. ;)
Basically, we all knew he was an asshole, but he was our asshole. Because I was his niece, I didn’t know until then how horrible he was with women. It was really easy not to know some of the horrific things he was getting away with. Even then, it was clear he was not a competent person.”
— Mary Trump, in an interview with the Financial Times, saying she didn’t really understand her uncle, Donald Trump, until she was in her twenties.
Greetings to all, especially those who enter thinking this is a clean, orderly, and respectable honky-tonk, then realize they are way wrong, let out a big sigh of relief, and belly-up to the bar.
Curvy, many thanks to you and Big Bertha for the set-up. Think I'll try one of your brownies along with one of Carl's doughnuts (congrats on the Royals' win) just in case it's some time before we get another batch. ;)
TG, keep a stack of dry towels handy for your company to use as they succumb to the tem--humidity index or as it was called back in the day, the 'wet bulb' reading.
Vanessa, keep writing, but follow the advice you've gotten here to use a pen name if only to keep your inner editor from worrying about how friends, family and assorted 'church ladies' might view your efforts.
It's now officially past time to indulge in a mug full of Big Bertha blessed brew plus the aforementioned brownie(s) and doughnut(s). Anybody else need something hot, wet, and satisfying?
Larry, just hope those guys are aware the 7th hole can be a bitch, especially if the paddles on the windmill are turning. ;
Before I go out back to stroke a round or two with Tawny, here's a big sweet iced tea for Sara and for Curvy her traditional beer. Anybody else need some sort of fluid?
Greetings to all and one question -- any brownies left?
I've been lollygagging (Lolly loved it, trust me) on a FB group called 'The Blind Lounge'. A nice, middle-aged, female 'groupie' posted a rant-and-rave about blind women who use their condition to manipulate their male partners. She opened with the following exclamation:
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I am so sick of fucking women in the blind community who play the victim...,"
Now I'm waiting on the reaction to my suggestion that she might try indulging in that sort of carnal carrying-on with an open-minded lady from the sighted community.
In the immortal words of Paul Revere and the Raiders, "Kicks just keep getting harder to find."
Any coffee left? Anybody else in need of some rejuvenating?
Greetings fellow writers of the storm, surfers of the heat wave and the long-term locked-down.
SCOTT! Great to have ya back but please try to cut back on the long, never-ending, ranbling post. (that's a joke folks, honest) ;) But seriously Scott, how's your daughter, the new RN? 2020 has been a bitch for everyone, but to go to work in the middle of an historic pandemic must be a tad daunghting.
By now I've forgotten who is responsible for today's set-up so thanks to all our (un?)usual morning loves (HUGS)
Tonya, glad I am to hear your rode out the storm. Has anyone heard anything from Gill? TG, keep us posted on dem turtles.
What with the Royals losing to the Cubs, Tawny has about given up on ever getting any doughnuts out of Fuzzy. So she slipped into her Candy Striper/stripper costume and 'requisitioned' a dozen glazed, semi-fresh ones from a nearby first aide canteen. They should go well with brownies and Big Bertha's astounding ambrosia. So whadda ya wanna drink?
Greetings fellow hostages on this runaway spaceship called, earth. Is it still Monday?
Thanks for the setup, Tonya. I agree with you about those sex toys infomercials. I mean to say, if they don't include some demonstrations, why bother?
Carl, the way things are going for the Royals, if we're ever gonna get doughnuts, you might need to consider amending your ''no wins, no doughnuts' rule. What about maybe something like, 'no runs scored, no doughnuts'?
HUGS to all, especially Curvy, just because, and to Vanessa on account that she's Vanessa.
Coffee's calling. Anyone wanna join me in a mug of Big Bertha's elixir of life or maybe some other fine selection from our 'bill of fare'??
Jeff, I'm an unapologetic Yankees fan thanks to Mickey Mantle and that NYC team making frequent appearances on the one nationally televised game each week by NYC based CBS Sports.
Anyway, the Bombers are doing okay so far. What struck me as passing strange was the other teams I pay attention to are wallowing around with something like 3-7 records.
BTW, being a video junkie, thought you might enjoy a disparaging look at the current NetFlic offerings by Sonny Bunch (love that name) on today's 'The Bulwark'.
Here's your coffee, Big V.I might join you, but a power nap is calling me. Anybody else need a drink?
Greetings to all facing the first Moanday mourning in August. Be brave fellow Rumplators. As the Right Rev. has so wisely (and often) pontificated, 'Not unlike a kidney stone in the urinary tract of life -- this too will/shall pass.' Just a note, Apparently due to his advancing 'old-timers', sometimes the Right Rev 'forgets' to include the final, conditioning clause, '...perhaps not without a certin degree of pain and discomfort, but it will/shall pass, probably.'
Weather-wise, it's August and those of us sweating our kishkas up here north of the equator agree with the wisdom of Garrison Keilor that, "August in Texas (and surrounding over-cooked areas) is proof there's an angry God."
Thanks to Curvy and Carl (Sounds a bit like a vaudeville song-and-dance team, don't ya think?) there's a whole bunch of Big Bertha's hot, caffeinated ambrosia in my immediate future. Anybody else need some of this goodness?
Greetings and welcome to the first Sunday in August. Why anyone would want, much less need, that sort of salutation is beyond me -- as are most things in this age of Trump. (sigh)
It's time for my third mug of Big Bertha's blessed brew (two just couldn't cut the cobwebs). One or two Curvy brownies should help combat any traces of hypoglyceniah.
Question: does anyone think there might come a day when some deluded, single-digit IQ type decides these were the good ol' days? Sure hope not.
Anyone want a jolt of something someone someday will probably rebuke us for drinking?
Greetings on this momentous first day of August, 2020. This is, of course, the last time that particular (perculiar?) date will ever occur -- let's hope.
Curvy, once again you've done did good getting Big Bertha into a giving mood. My nose that knows has picked up the scent of a blueberry scone. Mega thanks to Gill for her generosity.
Just for the record, I object to all the recent departures. Hope it's primarily a function of the low-down-depressing days we've been enduring this year. Meanwhile, in the words of the old philosopher: We've been blued, screwed and tattooed recently, but Rumplations, the certified cyber cesspool of Lush, will be here if for no other reason than to find out what the hell happens next.
Greetings of a TGIF nature, along with , HUGS, for all the morning crew and any innocent bystanders who decide to stand inside this den of eniquity and sink hole of literary aspirations.
Many thanks to Carl and our Morning Doves for today's setup. Curvy, seems we've run out of your store-bought Irish whiskey. Any help in replenishing the supply will, no doubt, be appreciated by all who have recovered from their initial exposure to that elixir.
Weather-wise, those suffering from excessive moisture are encouraged to come visit warm and very dry Arizona. It is now 4:30am and the temp is 91f with a predicted high of about 115f and no rain in the forecast.
Here's hoping Ping will return someday and whatever caused his abrupt departure will have been resolved.
Verbal, keep us posted on the condition of your foot and the status of the oven replacement. Tonya, here's hoping your canine has been walked in a most beneficial and enjoyable (not to mention, dry) manner. ;)
Okay, Big Bertha's coffee is calling. When combined with one or two of Carl's doughnuts it's makes for a breakfast beyond compare. Anybody else need a hit of the good stuff?
Sarah, if that tailgate is wide enough to let my 'wide load' slip in, I'll join you and Seeker. ;)
Larry, hate like hell that Ping has followed Elvis out of the building. Hope there's a comeback tour before too long.
Looks like there will be something that looks like college football. Subject to change with or without notice, the SEC will kickoff its all-conference, ten-game schedule on September 26, probably.
Greetings to the poor, the wretched, the huddled mass of aspiring LUSH contest winners from a certain fellow traveler. Thanks to the combined efforts of Curvy, Big Bertha and Tonya, along with the vital 'staying out of the way' type assistance of Carl a plethora of feel less crappy products are available as coping mechanisms.
Curvy, love your brand of Irish whiskey, O'Hooligan's discount supermarket-brand whiskey). For the time being I'll lock the Jamesons in the stock room while we over-indulge in your thoughtful contribution.
Does anyone have a situation report on Verbal's foot? Shame Ping's not here. Best I recall he had some profound thought on the subject of feet.
Beig Bertha's coffee is calling as are Curvy's brownies. So let me administer a mega cyber HUG to all who enter before asking, "So whadda ya literary lay-abouts wanna drink?
Verbal, man and boy I've been around for some time now and this is the first time I've ever heard of any carbon-based lifeform having his foot attacked by a stove. Sympathy is hereby extended (no, I'm not snickering, or giggling, or even chortling, honest). ;)
With the possible exception of certain perennially damp, overcast and either chilly or cold spots in the UK, up here, north of the equator, it's hotter than a snake's ass in a wagon rut. So why not a big batch of hot steaming Irish Coffee? Think I'll proclaim a clothes free party in the hot tub. Anybody else wanna try some of this goodness?
Greetings to all happy Hump Day humpers and humpies. Mega-congrats to Tonya on her latest RR. And mega-thanks to Curvy and Big Bertha for today's setup. And then there's Carl. ;)
My new computer is beginning its journey back to the supplier for, odds are, a new hard drive. When it returns is anyone's guess. I'm just hoping it's a day or two before my old computer, which has been brought out of mothballs for the emergency, implodes.
Time for coffee and a bagel or two. So where's the cream cheese? Anybody else want some of these goodies?
Greetings to all who gather together to celebrate the day the one and only Verbal sprang upon our unsuspecting world.
Many thanks to all who helped out with today's setup. Carl, gets a special tip of the old sombrero for his musical 'Happy Birthday' selection. Just one question to the setup crew, are there any birthday candles to go with those doughnuts?
Now let us congregate around beloved Big Bertha and share in her blessed brew and/or hot water for our tea sippers. Me, my mug is full and a doughnut (or two) is awaiting consumption in a Happy Berthday, Verbal, sort of way. Anybody else need some of this goodness?
Greetings and a happy, though maybe not exactly joyful, first day of less than 100 days until the US presidential election.
BTW, the college football season may or may not kick off in something like five or six weeks. Add a week or two for whatever the pro's decide to produce.
Mega-thanks to Curvy and Big Bertha for today's superb setup. (slurp) Dang good coffee. Now where are those brownies?
As our Seeker-unit mentioned, there's an interesting contest going on over on the Sacre Bleu site (aka Stories Space) Check it out.
Me, I'm wondering if a contest open only to those who have never won a LUSH contest and/or relatively recent arrivals might encourage folks in those categories to try their luck. Just a thought.
Now let me grab a refill and go sit a spell with Coma and Tose to get their unique insight on that idea. Anybody else need a drink?
Greetings and adieu to the Pingster. Just for the record, I did not, I say again, NOT, sanction his departure. Therefore all Rumplators should consider Mr. G. as being AWOL and subject to a session with Sprite and her Taser upon his return.
Mega-thanks to Tonya, Curvy, and Big Bertha for the setup and to Chris for not coming in and messing everything up.
And now back to my usual mindless bloviations.
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Well, I told you it would be mindless. Here's hoping everyone's favorite sports team ends this day a winner. Since no doubt all present will drink to that, it might be time to find out what the h ell you mindless manuscript manglers wanna drink?
Talk about your generous spirit and willingness to lend a hand. Susie and Curvy are to be commended for pitching right in to help Carl drain that keg of free beer. ;)
Jeff, sorry about your Mets. Did that new-fangled runner on second base play a part in their downfall?
Sarah, you and all the other Braves fans tell the team's movers and shakers to leave that nickname alone. I mean to say, it was good enough for folks in Boston, and then for a lot of fans up in Milwaulkee and it's been doing okay in Atlanta.
Think I'll climb down from my soapbox and help out in the beer keg draining chore. Anybody else need a drink?