Crème de bloggers 4
Having clothes stolen is far weirder and personal than anything else, says Jen over at A Life Less Convenient. She tells us it’s as if you weren’t just dealing with a thief but a soul snatcher, someone who creeps along trying to take a little bit of you at a time when you aren’t looking.
I can relate to Jen’s feelings about having her clothes nicked, having lived in a house a long time ago—back in 1987–where my flatmates turned out to be crooks who liked nothing better than raiding my wardrobe whenever I wasn’t around. I guess it was what they’d call a back-handed compliment but of course, what it really was, was vile. I have since on rare occasions wondered what happened to those people. I doubt anything good. At least, I must admit to hoping their lives are as petty and pointless now as they were back then. Karma can be a slow-burner and often we don’t see it come into play because we’re long gone from the situations that kick-started the process.
So Jen, they’ll pay for those stolen summer tops. I’m sure of it.
Daily Dose of Queer reports that Ellen DeGeneres did one of her talk shows from her hospital bed. Her doctor explained her back injury. All her guests were in a bed next to her. A ‘very creative way to do a daytime talk show’ indeed, although I must admit on the few occasions I’ve seen the show broadcast here in the UK, it hasn’t translated as anything other than drivel headed up by a woman whose comedic talents have been pigeon-holed rather than allowed to blossom, owing to her being out as a lesbian in a techno-medieval society, which is a real shame. She’s better than the daytime TV snare she’s parked in these days.
Joanna of Gaian Tarot Artist’s Journal wrote a beautiful Beltane greeting and blessing that includes a wonderful photograph and is full of the promise of summer ahead.
Torchwood gets the Dead Ringers comedic treatment, reports Amethyst Dragon of Musings of a Purple Dragon. Check out what she has to say about the two-part spoof here.
Khlari spends most of her time with guys that are too cocky, too hairy, or too related, according to an online test that concludes she is Princess Leia of Star Wars. Sounds about right to me. Lena Lovich… Princess Leia… Lene Lovich… Princess Leia. Yeah, I can see it. I also think it’s spot-on when it comes to the men she dates—in fact, her current beau is all three of the above! How can he be too related? Well now. That’s for her to nod enigmatically and go, I know, I know…
CJ has posted a breathtakingly beautiful poem, White Azalea. I personally think it’s one of his finest, completely unaffected and direct yet the language used is deceptively simple. It’s in the arrangement of the words we find the constructive gift of the poet. I’ve known CJ online only for nearly four years, I just realised. Wow.
Sticking with poetry, Something Katy has posted the wonderful New Love. Go read.
What would you do if an animal started talking to you? That’s the question posed by guest blogger Chris Laursen over at Sue and Matthew’s Paranormal Blog, relating the incredible-if-true story of a talking cat. I’d heard of the talking mongoose before, but never the feline. Until now.
My pet theory (haha—get it?) is either simple fraud—ventriloquism—or some kind of variant on poltergeist. I just don’t think cats, or any other animal except perhaps primates, have the vocal chords necessary to make the complex variety of noises we can make. The closest I’ve ever heard is our black-and-white female cat, B’Elanna. She quite clearly seems to cry ‘no’ whenever we move her from her seat, or put her outside when she doesn’t want to go. But we know it’s a lament that is essentially an auditory simulacra, if you will: it sounds like, rather than being the same as.
Last on this occasion but never least, we learn that Howard of The Web Pen Blog has realised something we all knew anyway, that beneath that bitching comedic exterior lies a big soppy mush of a man. He writes of how one woman in a hospital gave him back some faith in human beings.
The woman as described sounds very much like my father, and so the entry had a double whammy impact on me as I was reading it, given the fact that my dad is so poorly right now. My father, too, is a gentle undefended soul when it comes to expressing his feelings. If we could all be more open, we’d be a lot better off. Sadly, though, it’s a fact that some are closed while others lie and cheat, and that really does nobody any favours down the centuries.
That’s it for this round-up of the crème de bloggers. Enjoy!
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