Um, anybody have a good recipe for chocolate chip cookies?

I had another nice, long walk yesterday. I locked Mike Keyes (sp?) in the car. It was another nice walk back, but I had parked the car in a shady spot, and it took half an hour to spring the lock with the right break-in device because I couldn't see worth squat.

I was counseled from an early age to avoid conspiracy theories, and I think rumours fit into the same category. They are what mathematicians refer to as "indeterminate." For those scared away from maths by bad teachers, think of trying to solve 3x + 1 = 2. That's easy. Now, solve 4x + 5y = 12 (over the real numbers). For any x I give you, you can find a y. If I give you another equation, such as y = 0, then we have the matter solved. But now what if I give you another equation: 4a + 2b + 10c + 3d - e + 5f - gh + 0.5i - j + 21k = 31, and I tell you that e = 4?

Well, then you would have far less information than you would if an evil fan (We'll call her leslee.) told you, "Justin is leaving his wife."

As I told you in Stryder (intentionally misspelled), I don't like to listen to what other people have to say about other people, unless it is kind. Some good reasons are:
* People lie.
* Manipulative people tell you things to get you in a position where they can use you.
* They may be testing a suspicion.
* People often misunderstand.
* They misunderstand even more when they are trying to fill in a lot of blanks.
* Many are downright delusional.
* People themselves often don't know what they're doing or why.

So, for the sake of argument, let's start a rumor. Let's say leslee just told you that Mike Dawes is having Justin's baby. First of all, if I were in a proper frame of mind, I would say, "That's nice," and dismiss it. If Justin wants the world to know about his affairs, he can tell us. Most rumours pertain to affairs, which are intimate and personal and desecrated by blabber-mouthing. What happens between two people is their special magic, and it should be gross to all others. Then, I'd just leave it at that.

But since we're psychobabbling on this thread, let's analyze leslee. Is she stable? Is she taking meds that make her "connect the dots"? What started the rumor? As it turned out, she saw both of them go into the men's room at the same time, and, having watched too much TV, she assumed they were going in there for no good. She couldn't see what they were doing - the security guard stopped her from following.

Now, even leslee has doubts, so one way she confirms her suspicions is to drop hints here and there to see if others have gotten clues. So, when she tells you that Mike is having Justin's baby, she is really fishing. Do you have another story that supports the hypothesis? Oh, you do? They were backstage together after the show. Hmmmmm. Somethin's brewin'.

Now, something I am exposed to a lot as a fan is wishes that Justin would leave his wife. It could be leslee is trying to stir something up to get Justin and Marie fighting. Hopefully, to her demented mind, the rumour will get back to the wife, and leslee will have planted a wedge that she will only drive in further. Something I don't understand is how witches expect the men whose lives they ruin to give them love and marriage in return, much like rock stars are always supposed to fall for the groupie with her nose pressed against the glass. We all love imperfectly, but leslee takes the cake.

Now, it could be that leslee harbours delusions about marrying Justin and she saw him looking at you at the last show, even though the spotlight was in his eyes and you were nothing but a black shadow. Evil leslee wants to destroy you, so she starts telling you Justin is gay with a committed partner in the hopes that you'll run off and chase Bon Jovi.

Well, in the end it turned out that Mike and Justin knew leslee's number, and they were intentionally giving her something to talk about. On the tour bus, they dreamed up weird things, like how they'd make lovey-dovey eyes at each other on-stage and sit next to each other in the limo.

Except that they were basing their assumptions on garbage fed them by another fan who wanted leslee to run off and chase Bon Jovi. The real enemy is Fan X - a shape-shifting, faceless entity we always think we find but never do.

Actually, life is way more complicated than that.

I'm a people person, and so even though I love good music, if I go to a live concert, I am going to want some kind of personal interaction. It may be one-way. Justin Hayward makes me high. He is a talented musician not so much from technical prowess as from otherworldly talent. He is indeed a gifted artist whose creations can transform lives. I go to concerts because the music is good for the soul and because I really love what I know about Justin Hayward. That's all I know. If he eats spaghetti, does yoga, or paints Julie's toenails backstage, that is 4him2know. If he wants to share it with the world, I'm all ears.

Surely there was enough to talk about in the sights and sounds of Sunny Southern Cal or paradisiacal Phoenix. For me, the concerts kind of blend together. I soak up the emotion, feel the love, and wake up several times to marvel at the talent, asking, "Did I just hear that?" The enjoyment is personal. It's time to reflect and put things in perspective, connect with things spiritual, and adore a beautiful person who is able to create beautiful art. I love Justin very much, and there is no dirty, dog-fight component to that. It just be's that way.

The morals of the story are:
* Ignore gossip. It can eat you alive.
* Live, love, and expect nothing in return.
* Seek light, not darkness.
* leslee rambles.

Doctor! Help! I scared everybody away, and now I am very lonely in here. What did I do? What did I say? I'm such a meanie, but I don't want to be. Is everybody out there working six jobs so they can afford some $400 tickets?

lunazure said

No doctors here. My doctor has a potty mouth.

I'm opting for the penalty, anyway.

lunazure said

All the above is correct about gossip. No worries, I am a veteran of not only theatre, but of the USN. I assure you the gossip mill is beyond belief in both careers........ people lie like dogs. Usually driven by a mad desire to have social power, or they feel out of control themselves and are trying to make an adjustment. Or yes, it's mating season. Trying to sort it all out in regards to my own personal observations, like a good researcher. "Just the facts" as basis for essay. Would you like to proof read?

Ca, ne pas mon genre. Mr. Stalker emailed me only six times last week, each time beginning with, "I know I was told not to contact you . . . ." I tell myself to ignore him, and then I get to feeling there is something in the email that says, "If you part your hair on the side, I'll know you love me," or, "I'll be waiting with a gun for you outside." I am sure I over dramatize.

Well, now he has really filled in the blanks to conclude I don't date because a former colleague of mine, whom I must have dated, was gay. You see, he saw me talking to somebody else in the department and concluded we were dating. It wasn't like we were saying, "Who f*)#)%ed up the oscilloscopes?! I had them working just fine. Then, you came in the lab and nothing works!" or, "I'm going out of town Friday, can we switch labs out this week?" NO! It was all, "Oh, Loverboy! Let's go smoochy-smoochy in the closet because I can't wait until tonight."

It's weird, I never met that kind of mindset until about now, and now it seems to be all over. Is it something in the water?

lunazure said
I don't care about social status. I just want Justin to be happy (then he'll stop writing mopey love ballads, not sure that's a good idea???) I pray for this, and don't care who his opposite number is, so long as she isn't feeling smug and superior. I'd slap any woman who felt that way toward Justin (if I could catch her), he's my hero. Justin has depths of a masculine soul that is only guessed at by most modern feminists. I am constantly in awe of it.

I'm more shallow. I just see Justin or hear his music, and everything's all right.

lunazure said
I look forward to a litter between Mike and Justin. They will have magnificent hair.

Did I say that? Oops. I'm so sorry. Gossip is like feathers in the wind. I really meant to say they were going out to get a liter - of milk - for the Lucky Charms. What have I done!

lunazure said
Who the heck is Bon Jovi?

Who is anybody? You ask such hard questions. I think his name is on all those billboards in Florida - maybe.

lunazure said
Good morals. We all need them. Differs from individual to individual.
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I would call that perfect irony.

lunazure said
Sent draft. Let's take that discussion off line. . . . . . . . please......

I'm frightened to open it. I may stop if I get too offended. Gulp!

Today, I feel like that little frog thing, where each coin is a subtle lie intended to explain away the pursuit of love, peace, and beauty as lust for profit, prestige, or power.

Why dig deeper, when the only truth we know comes so easily? It will prevail, once I get back to my alchemy. But tonight I think I'll roll up. Ha ha. Get out of my brain!

Are those gold coins or butterscotchies out of which he must eat his way?