I have poetry?
Poof!
The poetry's done and what comes next as I wonder who's going to win in Game 6 between the Dallas Stars and the Colorado Avalanche after the latter scored five in the first and won a fairly easy game 5, 6-3.
The Stars have been the better team in their wins but the Avs were expected to win this series.
Only time will tell as the games are played on the ice and sometimes the team you expected to win a series doesn't.
Like the Habs in 1993 after going down to the Nordiques 2 Games to 0?
Of course the Habs had Patrick Roy who'd already won a Stanley Cup, as well as Guy Carbpnneau and other very good players like Kirk Muller, Vincent Damphousse, Brian Bellows and John LeClair to name but a few.
The Current Habs are not going to win the Stanley Cup next year.
Or are they?
Probably not, but again, only time will tell.
Umm, not to be too indelicate but I'll know the verticality of a woman before the Habs next win a Stanley Cup yes?
The haterz would say yes because they think the Habs will never win another Cup.
Like ever.
And some of those haterz, if they knew me, they'd say the same thing about me knwoing any verticality with a woman.
They could well be right about me.
Sigh.
Swear.
Is that math right?
It doesn't look it.
I'll know tonight when it officially becomes a weeks since the pathos in all its stupid misery.
Swear.
What's that?
You want more poetry?
I'm not sure that I have more in me at the moment.
Certainly not the poetry of Byron Prestwick who I was writing about before when things were the normal whatever.
Swear.
And no, I can't just unfeel what I'm feeling, though it's only an ache not some pain like the gallstones that I suffered in 2011 and 2012, that that came after the operation.
I wouldn't want that kind of pain again and I wouldn't wish it on anyone neither.
But it would tak my mind off this eh?
Probably not.
I'd just feel doubly worse.
But this too shall pass, I'll be unsadded and maybe even find the goodly attentions of a woman.
Hey, it's happened before.
It just won't be the one who dropped the pathos on me.
Sigh.
And a swear or three for good measure as I imagine doing somethingwith my hands.
I'd worry too, maybe, that you were gnashing your teeth about my time of misery that I am sharing with you, but I don't know that any of you are here to read any of theis.
And you're all women anyway and you know the feelings of such pathos at an ending you didn't see coming.
At least once right?
Sigh.
And swear.
This is not a bad start to the month, as I close in on 700 words, give or take and soon I will eat some rice and cookies before I go to sleep.
Though not being hungry is that somethign I should really do?
No, it isn't.
But it's probably what I'm going to do anyway.
Swear.
Of course I do a lot of things I shouldn't do.
Like try and date?
Maybe.
Swear swear swear. Punch something.
Sigh.
Wow, this is not a good time to be starting out the quarter in the final hour, long past the beginning of it too.
Ugh.
Yes, I was busy doing something else other than writing.
Before the newly sized up series of covers to the imaginary publication called Peach, which stars a Peach who gets all over.
Of course, I only resized the canvas because I didn't know where the the third in a the series of notebooks were.
So what did I find after I was finished drawing the cover to Peach #95, which is the number that it's reached in a couple of months?
I found the third notebook.
So do I go back to the original size? Or do I continue with the new size?
Yes, yes, this is so interesting to you.
But unless you tell me what you want you want, I'm going to write what I want.
That didn't sound too confrontational did it?
I didn't mean it to be.
I know I need to write more stories because that's the better.
Or the poetry, even poetry is the least regarded art.
I'm thinking of a dark story, But is it too dark?
Oh yeah, I actually just said out loud, not caring how awkward the tansition is.
Fishbender #2, a series I've started over on twitter, where my twitter handle is October_Fish.
I'm getting started this quarter a lot earlier than the last one as it's only the second hour now instead of the last as it was the last time I did my thing of writing, word by word to a million+ this year, for what I hope is the second of fifteen., with thirteen of them where I post almost all of my writing online.
But I was going to give clues for Fishbender #2 wasn't I?
TFWBYBWTDIAUR
First of all, this is two sentences long. With the first sentence being 85% of the entirety.
That means math, but rteally, it's simple math, even if you have to use a calculator, like I did.
As long as you know how to count, you can place the the ending of the first sentence.
That's one clue.
But one clue is not enough.
My twitter handle, or part thereof is put to use in this clue. If you can't figure out where, well, of course you know exactly where it fits.
Five parts of the first sentence are three words or fewer.
That's two clues.
What's the third clue?
The second sentence is deceptively simple, if you don't overthink it.
There, that's enough clues for you today.
I'll be back tomorrow to provide more clues. If you're good.
What's good?
A new subscriber would be nice. Or a comment. Sigh.
This is a little site
For which I'm happy to write
Even without
The rolling in
Of any money
But you got to know
I need for that to change
Yeah money money money
Or in mine own case
Just money would do
A thousand or two
Is good enough for me
Since my life is cheaply lived
And the cost of writing
Is also low
Effort and time is all I need
And since I plunk my butt
In my writing chair
Each good day
That's a done
But waiting to happen
Only zero after zero
For the goodly pair
Yes gets me down
As a lack of comments
And subscribers too
Might make me give it up
If I wasn't paying
For the simple adddress
Of you know
Because you got here
Or passed through at least
Even if you did it silently
Like you're too cool for me
Which others would say
Is true of course
Whoa, I should make myself some lunch as I look at the time.
I'll be back.
I'm back, the rice is in the pan as that's what I'm having for lunch as I think that supper will be Pizza, even though I've been thinking that I'd be cutting down on it,
But I'm going to eat it tonight.
Yum.
Hey, it's been how many words since I wrote that word.
I had the rice, I could eat more, but that was all that I cooked.
And it's after three.
It's time for cookies.
I haven't used the word since the end of the first quarter.
That's cool right?
I think lunch is done and I've had a good charge at a thousand words. Am I done for the quarter?
Wow, hard charge at a thousand words? What was I thinking? I'm just half the wway there.
That's not a hard charge at all.
Wow, that's a woman with a beautiful form.
And sure is nice to look at.
But that doesn't mean I'm beyond thinking of the her because she too is amazingly sexy and beautiful with a strong spirit. And we had a connection.
Yeah, had.
Doesn't look like it will be remade.
Though it's not yet a week since.
Sigh.
Oh what could have been.
Swear.
Yeah, it could only be absent for so long given tyyhe suck of my life.
Yes, I have much to do with that. But regardless of that, it's still the suck that it is.
Swear.
So about that dark story, I'm still not sure that I should write it, because it's dark, but I'm going to begin it anyway.
Whether you ever see it is anyone's guess, but it will count towards the million+ word count for this year.
4000+ words sure seems a lot more likely now than it did when I first had the thought earlier in the quarter.
And very soon, I'll have a need to write less in the 4th than I did this quarter to make the aim of harvesting a fourth field all but certain.
Well, not certain yet as I still have the better part of two fields to harvest, but I like my odds.
It's the final hour of the quarter and I have things to do before I resume the writing in the 4th as I have some hard writing to do, though the story that I've start has not been hard at all.
And it's not drenched in the sadness of the stories that I was writing in the final days of August,
So the her's gifts continue to be unpacked in September, as this story wouldn;t have been without last week's happening that is less than an hour from reaching the fullness of a week.
Sigh.
Swear?
Only sadly right now.
Well, there's the bottom of the page, at least in the folder from which these words came and I've written enough.
Naathrakodith!
Well, it's the first on my list at the place of chatting who out of the blue said I was actitng entitled.
I wasn't and if anyone was acting that way, it was him.
Little Mr. A.
I wonder of he'll mind his manners.
Yeah, I'm still righteously annoyed with him.
Tired of getting doorknobbed this time around.
Especially by Admins.
Seriously, you're admins and you're behaving like that?
Terrible example.
But, I'm not going to be the one to strike first, even though some could say that he's acting up.
Just a little.
The size of harvest that I was loking at for tonight was a little more than two fields.
And it's not yet eight so I have plenty of time to do that. Though I'd have a little more time if I hadn't skipped through time.
So the next full harvest is the 3rd field, which I should be done harvesting by eight, because that was less than 300 words.
And two pages should get me there, which I will cross before too long.
Especially if I can find a little poetry.
Huzzah, Three fields are harvested and I still have more than three hours to harvested the better than two fields this night.
But not the almost four hours because I need to draw for the Red Folder before the end of the day.
That will come after supper though.
Islanders 1-0?
Well, that goal might be called back and with some reason, even though I'm rooting for the Islanders.
And the goal was confirmed, which puts the Flyers on the penalty kill.
Too bad, so sad.
Swear at the Flyers.
Go Islanders go!
Win the Cup, unless the Canucks can somehow beat the Knights three straight games.
It's not looking good for the Raptors in their defence of their first NBA Championship.
Or will it be their only?
They are about to go down 0-2 against the Celtics.
Boo.
And they had a great season after the one year with Kawhi Leonard who went back to LA and the Clippers.
No he'd never played for them, but he's from LA and that was more home to him than the Lakers, even though they play in the same building.
But the Celtics have their number this year.
Through two games anyway.
Go Raptors go!
Sigh.
Still thinking about a week ago.
And I'm not going to keep it all bottled up.
Nor should I.
But I've also used it for some good storying.
No ifs ands or buts.
The Flyers are still whinging about the goal?
Oh swear off.
Says the poet, writer and man who draws who's still in the feels seven days later after something that lasted 11 days.
Hmm.
Luckily, the much aforementioned pathos didn't stop me from enjoying Pizza. I could never be upset with Pizza.
Am I going to continue the story that I started today? The one that could stretch on and on like the kindness story did, a story that I have to get back to.
But I won't be doing that tonight.
As for today's story, Not before supper is eaten. So not for another hour.
Or more?
Speaking of more, the Islanders are going to need more goals as the Flyers tied the game up.
Well, it wasn't like the Islanders were going to win 1-0.
But tehy will win won't they?
Actually I was inclined to think that the Flyers would win tonight and lose in six.
I'd rather they lost in five though.
Swear at the Flyers.
Oh my. The Flyers have scored again twice since I last mentioned a score anmd it's 3-1 in the 3rd.
It's only fair I guess that the Flyers would win a game after being scored on first.
Too bad the Habs weren't able to do that in any of their ten games that mattered in the bubble.
Yes, the Habs, I'm a fan and I know the last 27 years haven't drenched in glory, they still have 24 Stnaley Cup and are going to remain the team with the most since the the two teams who have any chance of catching them in number of Cups won in my lifetime are far from winning even one.
And of course, you count all the Cups.
Not just the ones since 1968 for example as someone tried to float past me.
Please.
And now it's 3-3.
So overtime looms.
The last time they went to overtime with the Flyers though they lost.
Ugh?
Sudden death Overtime.
Go Islanders go.
Also, come story come as supper is almost over with just the drink remaining as I've decided I'm going to skip out on the cookie.
But the apple should be eaten.
I forgot that.
Speaking of things forgot, I was about to say I can forget harvesting five fields tonight but I am closing in on the the harvesting a of a 4ield and I haven't come to the point of storying or the writing of another poem which is to say, I think that I got this.
And I'm not doing any special bit of chatting with anyone.
So I know I will complete the harvesting oif a 4th field and probably a fifth as well.
But I have an hour and a half at most because the drawing is essential.
Oh noes, the Flyers have an overtime power play.
Swear.
Well, if the Islanders can only lose in overtime, against the Flyers, they're not doing too badly.
But they best win the next game or I'll be worried that hye lost it.
Unless they can win tonight and only be extended to the fifth game in overtime.
So score Islanders score.
Please.
Though if I'm called away from the writing, I'm not sure that I'll be completing that last harvest.
But four on the first day of a new week and month ain't nothing to be disappointed in, even if a fifth field was definitely a possibility.
Ugh.
The Flyers won in overtime.
Swear at them and shake my head at the Islanders who scored first and had to come back in the 3rd.
Though the Flyers caught a break when their goalie held onto the piuck behind his net and didn't get a penalty.
Of course, the Flers would say fair is fair because the first goal the Islanders got shouldn't have counted.
Pfft.
Anyway, I'll only worry if the Flyers win Game 6.
As for the story that I started earlier, I'd like to add to it.
I added to the story, which is good, but I didn't have it in me to harvest the fifth field of the day.
No, the chatting did not stop me from harvesting as much as I needed to.
It was the pizza and my not being able to sumon the speed which answers not to me and only comes along when it wants to.
And it simply did not wantt to tonight.
I have to be okay with that.
Just as I have to be okay with other things.
And I will.
Also, harvesting more than 4 fields today is pretty swearing good.
It's not the 5 that I was sure that I would harverst but it's going to be at least 4 fields and 4 rows, which is as I already mentioned.
It also sets me up for a need of 2less than 27 rows a day for the rest of the week to harvest 20 fields, which is an easy aim.
Though I'll do better than that.
I think.
Here I am again, at the end of a writing day, though there's more time left to it, I have the drawing. And 4 fields and 4 rows has set me up for another winning week.
One with no new pathos, which is good.
Oops, I splashed past the edges of the final page and am here at the top of a new one.
Maybe a little poetry would be in order.
If I could choose
Yes I'd lose
The lovely good words
Chiefly the stories
Borne of the misery
Of a weeks ago
But I can no sooner wish
To have a million bucks
Than I can wish for that
And oh but great a gift it was
That her she gave to me
If only I could tell her so
I'd be a happier man
Because that would mean
At least we were friends again
At least we were friends indeed
Swear.
But not for shooting past another new page but for not leaving myself any space in the page above as I don't want to end on a poem or story if I can help it.
And I can.
Though this one for real is the last one.
I promise.
I have the Red Folder drawing to do still.
Ugh P.J. Stock, former Hab, Bruin and Flyer, in whatever order who became a hockey commentator and didn't have any love or respect(?) for the Habs.
I said ugh, then he said he was doing a thing on tv for his brother who passed from ALS.
Way to make me feel like a jerk eh P.J.?
Naathrakodith.