Hi Ysidora and Isabella Thanks for the invite…
Hi Ysidora and Isabella, Thanks for the invite. Well now I’m here obviously protype steam trains aren’t as fast as the web. Looking forward to getting stuck in for the last 10 days or so. See ya around, Patrick
Isabella Medici 04:05 on 19/02/2014 Permalink |
Hello Patrick! DId you just wake up? I found on my “return” that I immediately started screaming about my scumbag husband and brother. I guess sometimes “time heals” and sometimes it just builds up resentment.
I’m sorry to hear about the famines. What enormous human tragedy.
Sweetman’s Superior Leinster Ale is made by your family then? Brewers? How interesting!
Patrick J. Sweetman 08:17 on 19/02/2014 Permalink |
Yeah. I’ve got the scream out of my system. It had to be done. When you’re sleeping in the ground for ~130 years a lot of steam is going to build. It’s gone now. But it pales to what your dodgy relatives did. Hopefully they met Dante’s (Disco) Inferno Burn baby Burn. Still you’re here. They’re not Izzie 1, Dodgy Gits 0
Isabella Medici 08:48 on 19/02/2014 Permalink |
Thank you Patrick. Well, I suppose the entire Medici family is cast in the shadow of usury. So perhaps we’ll all end up in Dante’s 7th ring. Then again, seeing 2014, I’m convinced that MasterCard is far more guilty of usury than any Medici who ever lived.
ysidorapico 18:57 on 19/02/2014 Permalink |
Welcome, Mr. Sweetman. Thank you so much for joining us here. As you may have already guessed, Izzy Medici is the gregarious one, and I truly thank god for her! She is a consummate hostess, a goddess of digital grace.
I’ve been busy helping my great great great grand-daughter prepare for another installation of this #1850charla — a fandango which will take place on March 12. I don’t know how that woman manages to get things done without losing her mind, except that she seems to be able to be in more than one place at one time. If anyone I knew back in Alta California had been able to illustrate this present to me, I would not even have known how to conceive it. In the past, we were so stuck in one place.
Currently, there are some in-laws whom my great-great-great granddaughter has alienated, in part because they think that she is neglecting her children while she works on her creative projects. I have assured her that by not working on her creative projects not only would she be neglecting her children (because not creating = not living for her, and if that’s the case then she’s liable to do something drastic, which would probably result in a episode of tragic ur-neglect), but also she would be neglecting me. After being neglected for 200 years, I’m not about to let that happen soon.
Just a note, then, to say if you don’t see me around these parts as regularly as you might hope, please forgive me while I provide my gggdaughter with the matronly support, support which I never had the chance to provide a daughter of my own while I was alive.
Su comadre,
Ysidora
Vanessa Blaylock 20:19 on 19/02/2014 Permalink |
Vanessa taps on the microphone…
Tap… tap… is this thing on?
Hey Ysidora! That’s so great about you and the GGGD, but I’m sure you already know my question… can you post any WORDS or PIX or LIGHT PLOTS or whatever your (pre) production involves? We like to SEE! And we know y’all are the worlds greatest sharers!
Not to mention that 28 Feb is only 8 days away!
Oh yeah… btw… WHAT happens on 28 Feb??? 😀
Patrick J. Sweetman 21:35 on 19/02/2014 Permalink |
Thankyou so much for your warmth and welcome. It must be something to do with the sun in south California. You have had a hard life. And I do not know if enjoyment is the right word but I’ll certainly find it interesting to read back through your posts and see how your life unfolded. Ah the tug of the living and the recently restored to living. Yes my gggs has the same dilemma. Except my gggs is quite self centered and like a covert smoker who is pretending to be reformed and sneaking out for the quick puff, he’ll find a way of drowning out the sounds of his screaming offsping. Probably by sticking a turnip in his ears or else bribing them with chocolate.