Questions Game

Ohmyword, aidan, that's but a stone's throw from here 20-min to half hour by car. I feel like I should give her a holler!

I'd most like to meet Clary. I've known her the longest, and she's been so kind to me. She's a killer word game player and a fascinating gal!

I would like to meet all the lot of the ladies when the grape harvest had just been gathered and they were engaged in that pressing job in the big tank and I had managed to get in with them under false pretences to win a bet with the stiffs who could only stand and watch.

Would that be any good?

Maybe for you, but I wouldn't be there.

Don't you know that grape juice stains?

I did know that.In fact I was counting upon it actually in order to aid my disguise until the last possible moment.

But if you weren't there you couldn't comment on that could you?

Wasn't the question, whom you'd like to meet from a2k?
Grape harvest is done mostly by undocumented laborers
at least here.

Why grape harvest?

I saw a film once of all these young peasant girls pressing about ten tons of grapes with their bare feet in a big round tank dressed in quick release frocks and chanting some old folk song to keep the rhythm going and I remember thinking that if I managed to circumvent the traditions and get in with them I wouldn't have had a favourite.

Is that kinky?

No. The movies of the 1940 were just that way - innocent
and putting women into place. We just need to bring you
into 2005, which might be quite an undertaking, as you
don't want to.

How was the pub?

Pretty boring truth to tell.Monday night is the second worst night of the week.Bloody barmen.No charm.

It wasn't a 40's film either.It was a documentary about rustic gentility from not so long ago.They had close ups of their feet stamping the mush.It was a real event.A social occasion.A bit like hay making still is here in nice areas.

We aren't very sophisticated are we?

No. What do I know about making hay and grape stomping,
I'm just a dorky city women who buys the finished goods.

What's the second worst night?

Thursday.That's quiz night when all the little brain boxes compete with each other about who knows the most useless things.Some of them know so many useless things their brains can't possibly have any room for useful things.And I have to stand and watch them preen with pride at how knowledgeable they are on what they've seen on tv or read in a tabloid.

Do they inflict agony like that where you are?

No. We either go to "happy hour" or to the beach.
The people who do go to pubs, get blasted so fast, that
no quiz could be comprehended unless it involves the
different beer makers.

Why not skip a day, why do you go every day to the pub?

Habit.Going to bed at this time is another one.

Do you not have any bad habits?

Oh yes, but I am not going to tell. Have a good night - I'll
do some excercise now....

Any more questions?

Yes, I have one. I'm curious to know why, now that we have mended our ways and cleared all our long story off of the "finish my sentence" game, noone ever plays over there anymore. I really miss it. It is the game on here, in my opinon that most inspires creativity and imagination and has the potential to provide the most fun. This afternoon, in fact, I was really in the mood (having drunk some wine) to go over there, find someone like Mathos hanging out, and indulge in a little innocent fantasy. But it was deserted. Even Ollady has abandoned the ship. Anyway, my question is:

Does anyone want to play the finish my sentence game ever again, or is it just going to fade away into oblivion?

When was the -"Please Sir,unhand me" piece entered.I feel sure that has replaced another shorter and non-story item since July 11.

Am I wrong?

No you're not wrong. But I discovered some more interesting reading. Go check out the insult thread. I'm being accused of being a pedophile who likes young boys now, you know. Talk about a reputation.....

Skip the holler - my sister is a lot like me - she don't do two-faced.

One more question, am I allowed to eat lunch or listen to music today, or how about climb a mountain? Am I allowed to do it, but just not talk about it - even if someone asks me. And if someone asks me whether I ate lunch, or what music I listened to or what I did today - do I just ignore them because four or five mean-spirited ass-holes with nothing better to do might use it for fodder for behind the back insults?

What exactly are the rules - could someone fill me in?

One can try to convince oneself by easy assertions like that but home is where your roots are.Only if the place of roots is intolerable is it worth trying to feel at home somewhere else and even then it can't really work.The whole colour and tone of conversation between people with common roots is vastly different from that between people who are essentially strangers to each other.Large tracts of sensibility are absent from the latter and that leaves those people more or less dependent on media inputs,work considerations and daily doings for any sort of common ground and the resultant interaction is superficial and competitive and with a strong tendency to be temporary.I am not using any of these terms in a pejorative manner.A modern industrial society demands rootlessness and has to deal with the consequences as best it can.
Many books,articles,songs,movies and TV programmes deal with these matters.Titanic is just such a movie as Reisman's The Lonely Crowd is just such a book.But the "book" that seems to me to really expose the subject to the light is this site we are on here.The internet is,I feel,an ideal medium for the rootless.The searching for a common ground by threaders is quite palpable and was easily seen last night.But just watch them come and go.Rooted people haven't that choice and therefore learn tolerance or are ostracised.Why would a rootless person practice tolerance when s/he is happy to scoot at any time.Look at the fuss over the disappearance of thollady and then imagine the fuss a bolter causes within their family and friends.It is almost like a death but mitigated with phone calls,greetings cards,letters and fleeting visits.
This is a very deep subject and I did not raise it and I make no claim for the superiority of either stance.Things are what they are.But rootlessness is not for me because I'm a lazy,idle good for nothing to whom the idea of packing a suitcase is abhorrent and who thinks of airports in a similar way to the dark side of the moon.
What threaders should remember is that there are millions like me and we get almost no coverage in media for obvious financial reasons.Media is an entirely urban landscape and it sells rootlessness,superficiality and transience in order to increase demand for palliatives and nobody hopes that they work more than I do.

Doesn't it all depend on what is meant by "happy"?

Precisely.



What do you mean by "roots"?