CléaMartini Moments… After a Martini and a Bad Pizza
1. There is a marked difference between someone who is good at what he does yet self-deprecating at times and a narcissist who just blows his own trumpet. One of them is full of hot air. Particularity evident in the realms of personal and pro blogging.
2. It is absolutely logical to stalk change the course of one’s walk/run and follow in the footsteps of a handsome tall hunk, with slim long legs, a casual dress sense and a face that says attitude.
3. If you see an Indian dude with poor command of the English language making pizzas at a ‘genuine’ Italian pizzeria, run fast. Or you’ll paying him to get the runs. There isn’t enough Vodka in the Martinis to wash the bland taste and settle the upset stomach the day after.
4. Nothing beats getting caught in the rain during a power walk to clear the cobwebs of old thoughts. But how to get rid of the spider.
5. Revisiting an old manuscript is like remembering an old crush. One day you ask yourself what you ever saw in it. Or crush all over it again.
Tags: cbmused, crush, manuscript, martini, narcissist, pizza
1. You’d think that the difference would be obvious to a lot of people, but it’s amazing how so many people would be willing to kiss the narcissist’s ass because they think they’ve read the greatest thing ever and completely ignore the person well qualified on what they do.
2. Yes, though the several restraining orders can be a pain at times.
3. I can see how they might be mistaken to the casual observer. They can be both brown/tanned skinned and talk with an accent.
4. If the “itsy bitsy spider” has ever taught us anything, it’s that the constant pouring of rain could eventually wash the spider away. If you let the sun come up, that pesky spider will climb up your spout again.
5. Although, there is no analogy in that for being bitter and vindictive over an old crush who turned you down because you were too nerdy and proceeded to laugh about it with the popular jocks. Or maybe there is, which is then followed closely by the parading how successful your other manuscripts are in front of the old, faded out manuscript which has now been left in the corner, nursing cobwebs and spiders, abandoned by all the popular words. Ahh, how time is the always the best form of revenge.
1. I’ve noticed in almost every blogger, and writers in general, a tendency to revert to straight narcissism when the going gets tough. Meta discourse is so firmly entrenched in the thought process that it’s impossible to remove.
2. That seems like a perfectly reasonable thing to do.
3. I never trust anyone who mixes religion and food.
4. Agreed. Except the power walk thing.
5. Usually, I fall back in love with it, but just like its metaphorical twin, trying to start it back up again is a mistake.
Sorry I’ve been such a stranger/suck lately.
Kami:
1. If you add the flirtations that go hand in hand with the arse kissing, little wonder blogger narcissism is rife.
2. Um… yes
3. But one knows how to handle dough, the other serves an amoeba-shaped pizza, with a burnt base, uncooked top, something like the dog threw up.
4. Bring on the rain then. No, I’m impatient. Let some bird come and eat it.
5. Sounds like you’re talking from an ouchie! Ahh, but I’m not looking for revenge. The crush was crushable at the time, no cringe factor. But the manuscript is one’s creation. What’s there not to love? Bring back that spark, I say.
Casey:
1. I’ve been pondering that and I wonder if it’s related to the male ego. On further thought, the personal/probloggers I am referring to happen to be male. And for the record, it’s none of my readers/commenters.
2. And I did. But he had long legs and a long stride, I eventually lost him
3. For a foodie like me, that’s one good logical argument.
4. I’m not a runner like you. Or I would have caught up with #2.
5. Hmm… I settle for no cringing at the thought of him. And the manuscript. But if I had a choice, I’d definitely pick the manuscript.
I’ve missed you.
I like # 5.
1. In writing, you have to be able to love what you write, no matter what anyone else thinks about it. But there is a marked difference between that and thinking you’re the next coming of Hemingway
2. Sure, but that attitude might carry over to his blog.
3. It’s hard to believe someone could mess up the ambrosia that is pizza, but if he did, he surely must be hunted down and killed/instructed.
4. Throw open the shutters, get your broom and start sweeping. There’s no season that’s wrong for a little spring cleaning.
5. Reading these often makes me feel as though they were written by someone completely different, but someone who knew me pretty well.
Sidney: My favourite too. Something to do more with the crush than the manuscript…
Mahd:
1. Even if you believe that, the minute you start to profess “look at me I’m full of brilliance” in public, I switch off.
2. If he writes about the girl who stalked him on her walk, I wouldn’t mind the laugh
3. I was so angry that I gave it ample thought. My ultimate revenge is to drive them out of their new business by telling everyone locally about the disaster. You don’t set up a food outlet in an area that knows quality and serve rubbish.
4. Cool winds, intermittent rain. Give me warmth and sunshine and I may eradicate that spider.
5. Yes! A different ‘me’. But I try to remind myself if it was good at the time, why cringe now? About the manuscript…
1. I can’t tell where pro-blogging begins and self-promotion ends.
2. Hmmm… see in my case, they cross the street then pull out the phone in an obvious gesture.
3. *shudder*
4. If you don’t get rid of the spider, the webs come back!
5. Soooo… the former… or the latter? Or is that left for me to ponder?
Gboy:
And report back!
1. Agree. Though I’ve seen it of late in personal bloggers wannabes.
2. And give you their number?
3. Yes. I’ll be throwing a party when they go out of business.
4. The question is how…
5. For you, take your pick
1. You didn’t strike me as the passive aggressive type.
2./4. Yeah, I never thought of my short quartered as a good thing until now. It allows the stalkers to more easily track me down.
I can confess to running by one certain house where one certain cute as a button person might occasionally sit on her porch the right time of day on semi-regular occasion. Nothing came of it, at least not for a long time. I ran into her in a bar a few weeks ago and she adorably confessed to sitting on her porch at just the right time on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays on purpose.
Casey:
1. I’m usually not, but can be if pushed. That applies more to RL than a blog. Here, I just ignore and stop reading.
2/4. Unless the stalkers are also tiny.
Oh nice… very nice. What is it with you and women? There’s always a strong magnetism in your life and/or words. And I say that as a compliment.
Yeah, I’m not exactly at my most aesthetically pleasing when running. She was as sweet and funny as she looked, though. That’s rare. She’s got my number if she ever wants anything out of it.
Casey: I hope she found you just as endearing.
I’ve recently discovered a correlation between sweat and attraction. Whenever I return from my walk/jog sweating and puffing, random people approach me for something. Very odd.
I’ve been developing an idea I named “evolutionarily attractive.” I mean, I’m not the first to come up with the general idea, but I think it goes farther than big boobs on women. If you’re sweaty, at least from physical activity and not fear, then you probably appear healthy to the opposite sex. I know my on runs through some of the desert playground areas around here or mountain biking rides, I find at least ten screaming hot women everytime, assuming the trail is crowded. Something about suitability for survival trips off weird parts of your brain.
Of course, different people need their hypothetical offspring to have different traits. Pretty people need smart, healthy people need pretty, etc.
I’ve applied the idea of evolutionarily attractive to a couple characters I’m playing around with. It makes a dynamic to the relationship I find very believable.
Casey: That’s quite plausible. There must be something primal in it, as well as pheromones. I had a boyfriend at uni who was an avid runner. Come to think of it, he looked rather hot covered in sweat…
Survivor instincts?! Yes, I survived running up the hill!