Comments for Editorite's Blog http://editorite.com It all started when I deluded myself into thinking my opinions mattered--Dilbert Sun, 21 Feb 2010 19:43:42 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 Comment on family photos rescued from 50-year-old slides by V http://editorite.com/family-photos-rescued-from-50-year-old-slides/#comment-200 V Sun, 21 Feb 2010 19:43:42 +0000 http://editorite.com/?page_id=648#comment-200 Love the pink winter wonderland! Love the captions by ever-droll Mary ("unhappy unless in car on way out of town" "fake dog [presumably]"). Mary in rust dress (to match the autumn leaves?), Mary with nose in book, portent of things to come. Pixie-like K; where is close-up of Barb? Love the pink winter wonderland! Love the captions by ever-droll Mary (“unhappy unless in car on way out of town” “fake dog [presumably]“). Mary in rust dress (to match the autumn leaves?), Mary with nose in book, portent of things to come. Pixie-like K; where is close-up of Barb?

]]> Comment on mary’zine random redux: #23 July/August 2002 by diane l http://editorite.com/2009/10/21/mary%e2%80%99zine-23-julyaugust-2002/#comment-199 diane l Sun, 21 Feb 2010 18:07:57 +0000 http://editorite.com/?p=527#comment-199 hi m...i don't see no stinking photos??? i really enjoyed this last maryzine...i don't know how you find the words, i'm so glad i made that visit to you cuz now i can imagine you in your chair, with your cats, watching tv, etc. i'm going to handr block this afternoon to redo the taxes that i dci-by myself-too early-all wrong. so much for dealing with anxiety by just jumping in to get it over with. i luv you d hi m…i don’t see no stinking photos???
i really enjoyed this last maryzine…i don’t know how you find the words, i’m so glad i made that visit to you cuz now i can imagine you in your chair, with your cats, watching tv, etc.

i’m going to handr block this afternoon to redo the taxes that i dci-by myself-too early-all wrong. so much for dealing with anxiety by just jumping in to get it over with.

i luv you

d

]]> Comment on family photos rescued from 50-year-old slides by P http://editorite.com/family-photos-rescued-from-50-year-old-slides/#comment-198 P Sat, 20 Feb 2010 22:55:50 +0000 http://editorite.com/?page_id=648#comment-198 Wow, some of these are cool -- I hadn't seen about half of them. Wow, some of these are cool — I hadn’t seen about half of them.

]]> Comment on mary’zine random redux #21: February 2002 by Paul Wynn http://editorite.com/2010/01/06/mary%e2%80%99zine-random-redux-21-february-2002/#comment-187 Paul Wynn Mon, 01 Feb 2010 07:07:26 +0000 http://editorite.com/?p=583#comment-187 LOL, coming from experience as a grocery clerk. That person fully knew what she was doing. She wanted to take advantage of the situation and her usual response would be sorry as if it justifies her ignorance. LOL, coming from experience as a grocery clerk. That person fully knew what she was doing. She wanted to take advantage of the situation and her usual response would be sorry as if it justifies her ignorance.

]]> Comment on mary’zine random redux #22: March-April-May-June 2002 by smbhax http://editorite.com/2010/01/02/mary%e2%80%99zine-random-redux-22-march-april-may-june-2002/#comment-186 smbhax Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:50:02 +0000 http://editorite.com/?p=566#comment-186 This is currently the only page on the internet with the phrase "Everybody Loses From Potato Bruises," according to Google. We saw that bumper sticker today, too! Some old Nissan or something clunking around in the Ballard neighborhood of Seattle, WA. We were similarly nonplussed. Oh, they had a Denver Broncos bumper sticker too. Hmm. This is currently the only page on the internet with the phrase “Everybody Loses From Potato Bruises,” according to Google. We saw that bumper sticker today, too! Some old Nissan or something clunking around in the Ballard neighborhood of Seattle, WA. We were similarly nonplussed. Oh, they had a Denver Broncos bumper sticker too. Hmm.

]]> Comment on mary’zine random redux: #6 August 2000 by Blogs about: Addiction « Homelesschampions’s Blog http://editorite.com/2010/01/28/mary%e2%80%99zine-random-redux-6-august-2000/#comment-183 Blogs about: Addiction « Homelesschampions’s Blog Fri, 29 Jan 2010 02:40:56 +0000 http://editorite.com/?p=612#comment-183 [...] mary’zine random redux: #6 August 2000 [...] [...] mary’zine random redux: #6 August 2000 [...]

]]> Comment on cool paintings by m by duncan http://editorite.com/cool-paintings/#comment-181 duncan Mon, 25 Jan 2010 00:43:41 +0000 http://editorite.com/?page_id=517#comment-181 beautiful artwork. Enjoyed hearing about the process that lead to the creation of it. Powerful imagery interesting to see the religious symbolism. Happy new year Duncan beautiful artwork.
Enjoyed hearing about the process that lead to the creation of it. Powerful imagery interesting to see the religious symbolism.
Happy new year Duncan

]]> Comment on mary’zine #41: December 2009 by Alyssa http://editorite.com/2009/12/02/mary%e2%80%99zine-41-december-2009/#comment-167 Alyssa Thu, 03 Dec 2009 03:36:47 +0000 http://editorite.com/?p=550#comment-167 Hey Mary! Love your latest..hilarious! I had never heard of boloney salad...does that really exist? Can't wait to delve into the messy painting world with you! Love, Al Hey Mary!
Love your latest..hilarious! I had never heard of boloney salad…does that really exist?
Can’t wait to delve into the messy painting world with you!
Love,
Al

]]> Comment on mary’zine #39: August 2009 by Kelly Moore http://editorite.com/2009/08/10/mary%e2%80%99zine-39-august-2009/#comment-166 Kelly Moore Fri, 20 Nov 2009 18:03:24 +0000 http://editorite.com/?p=336#comment-166 Hi Mary! I just read your 'zine from Aug. '09. I am feeling tired and overworked, so I decided to take the morning off from doing anything in any way productive. It's very stormy outside and the house is warm and silent. I feel so happy, in an outwardly neutral-faced way. I like that, when I am smiling inside, but to smile outwardly would ruin it. Anyway, very interesting issue. So glad to reconnect. I like hearing you think a lot about honesty. A fascinating topic. I have this vision of myself as being overly attached to honesty, and that it's healthy for me to tell some small lies sometimes. It think that's true to some extent for me, but I also think there are sinister, unnoticed forms of dishonesty that are more harmful, and that should not be allowed to flourish. I can't really think of anything specific right now, but what you wrote resonated with me. Thanks. Love Kelly Hi Mary!
I just read your ‘zine from Aug. ‘09. I am feeling tired and overworked, so I decided to take the morning off from doing anything in any way productive. It’s very stormy outside and the house is warm and silent. I feel so happy, in an outwardly neutral-faced way. I like that, when I am smiling inside, but to smile outwardly would ruin it. Anyway, very interesting issue. So glad to reconnect. I like hearing you think a lot about honesty. A fascinating topic. I have this vision of myself as being overly attached to honesty, and that it’s healthy for me to tell some small lies sometimes. It think that’s true to some extent for me, but I also think there are sinister, unnoticed forms of dishonesty that are more harmful, and that should not be allowed to flourish. I can’t really think of anything specific right now, but what you wrote resonated with me. Thanks. Love Kelly

]]> Comment on mary’zine #40: September 2009 by Girija Now http://editorite.com/2009/09/24/mary%e2%80%99zine-40-september-2009/#comment-145 Girija Now Fri, 02 Oct 2009 02:58:35 +0000 http://editorite.com/?p=484#comment-145 Your blog makes fascinating reading, but in MY family we didn't talk about gross bodily functions. That was a mark of being "low class," also known as "lower class," and after Vance Packard's book, as "Tom Wretch," e.g., "He's a real Tom Wretch." But that wasn't as versatile. Who appreciates talking about up and down "classes" in the U.S. today? In California we newborns of the '40s and '50s could also hear an uppity parent talk about "Okies," but those glorious days of cultural superiority, in that way, are gone. Anyway, I was visited by a similar paramedical emergency---as you describe so, er, minutely---after a mid-level car accident. I was fine and characteristically inappropriately chirppy immediately after the accident but after a few minutes of getting used to the idea our car was probably totaled, my people left to find a phone and I stayed back in the car with our doglet. At that point the whole shock of what had happened caught up with me and I realized I was about to lose "it." (This is how my mother would approve of describing it, classwise, or perhaps, "She was scared excrementless). Unfortunately, being out in the Indian countryside, the nearest villagers came flocking to the scene, despite it's being late at night, and since there are no compunctions about staring into cars in India, stared. This cramped, if you will, my game plan of slipping a plastic bag under my clothing to fully capture the evacuation (this description shows my "breeding"; I don't think anyone is bred anymore in the U.S., nes pa?), but it had to be done. My prior dance and stage experience became invaluable, and I always carry a roll of paper towels in the car; however, fumbling with the later mucked up the choreography considerably. The real problem was what to do with the extracted plastic bag since it had to go, being the opposite of a (lower class) car air freshner and a unacceptable advertisement for my gutless, or gut-contentless. reaction to what everyone else seemed to take in stride. The villagers stared in rapt lower-classness. I sat motionless while the doglet continued to bark its head off, conflicted between her interest in the villagers and the contents of the bag. After an hour or so, they started wandering off, but when all were gone I still didn't know where to depose of the bag in the dark so it wouldn't be stepped on by returning rescuers or opened by the curious, which just wasn't acceptable. Finally, I threw it as far as I could, dislocating my shoulder, which was the only injury I suffered. Your blog makes fascinating reading, but in MY family we didn’t talk about gross bodily functions. That was a mark of being “low class,” also known as “lower class,” and after Vance Packard’s book, as “Tom Wretch,” e.g., “He’s a real Tom Wretch.” But that wasn’t as versatile. Who appreciates talking about up and down “classes” in the U.S. today? In California we newborns of the ’40s and ’50s could also hear an uppity parent talk about “Okies,” but those glorious days of cultural superiority, in that way, are gone. Anyway, I was visited by a similar paramedical emergency—as you describe so, er, minutely—after a mid-level car accident. I was fine and characteristically inappropriately chirppy immediately after the accident but after a few minutes of getting used to the idea our car was probably totaled, my people left to find a phone and I stayed back in the car with our doglet. At that point the whole shock of what had happened caught up with me and I realized I was about to lose “it.” (This is how my mother would approve of describing it, classwise, or perhaps, “She was scared excrementless). Unfortunately, being out in the Indian countryside, the nearest villagers came flocking to the scene, despite it’s being late at night, and since there are no compunctions about staring into cars in India, stared. This cramped, if you will, my game plan of slipping a plastic bag under my clothing to fully capture the evacuation (this description shows my “breeding”; I don’t think anyone is bred anymore in the U.S., nes pa?), but it had to be done. My prior dance and stage experience became invaluable, and I always carry a roll of paper towels in the car; however, fumbling with the later mucked up the choreography considerably. The real problem was what to do with the extracted plastic bag since it had to go, being the opposite of a (lower class) car air freshner and a unacceptable advertisement for my gutless, or gut-contentless. reaction to what everyone else seemed to take in stride. The villagers stared in rapt lower-classness. I sat motionless while the doglet continued to bark its head off, conflicted between her interest in the villagers and the contents of the bag. After an hour or so, they started wandering off, but when all were gone I still didn’t know where to depose of the bag in the dark so it wouldn’t be stepped on by returning rescuers or opened by the curious, which just wasn’t acceptable. Finally, I threw it as far as I could, dislocating my shoulder, which was the only injury I suffered.

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