Joyce’s Comments (group member since Jun 24, 2016)

Joyce’s comments from the I'm Just Talking group.

No, what me call you a birdbrain? No, not unless your brain has feathers. Moi?
Does not the crowd hear that I have come to the square to praise you, mon cher ami, but seems like Greek to me, and I have my loves in English and in dreams.
I have come in feathers and lace to praise you, but you speak too soon when I am on a roll, my thoughts crisp, and methinks you stare at my body and think I'm flaky.
If there'd be an audience of birds, I will throw them my rolls, if they would become stale and grainy. But grain is for beer to make.
Share a beer with me before it is stale. Hark, be a lark if not a hawk. For
I am on a roll

I've always wanted to be 15 but I never was. I was out of the social loop and so time went by and I never got to be 15. And then they had the song about 16 candles is a lovely light. And I was never 16 either. I don't think I ever existed.
    There is a time to seize the glory of being yourself no matter what, and when falling in the mud and looking foolish, there is the glory of the smile of triumph that captures the day when you have found a small victory that will grow.

Hello and happy birthday High School girl. You have a great future in front of you, I hope. I'm Joyce (not really) and I'm old. Welcome and talk about anything you like --- talk a lot and endlessly. It's OK. If you have a notion about any endless ocean, tell us about the waves of the surf and the waves of him unnamed who might be telling tales unreal or maybe not.

Um, Doug, are you saying that a neuron firing in the brain obeys simple rules regarding the local neurons around it, like a bird in a flock, and that the whole brain is like the whole flock, and would have no self-awareness even though it acts intelligently, UNLESS there is an added element outside the material "meat computer" (as someone named it once[can't remember who] )".

You can introduce yourself if you like. It's not mandatory.

A general discussion on anything is OK as long as it's about a hundred words or more at a time, or whatever it takes so that it doesn't become:
"Yes, I think so."

"That can't be."

"Oh yes it is."

"Nooooooooooooooo"

"Huh?"

Just a few more sentences at a time. And there's no need for abbreviations most of the time. There's usually room to type "you" instead of "u".

Ok, I guess I could just edit and add.

[This is an edited version]
    There is a problem with logic and science. If it were to be followed strictly then nobody would be unique. I think that dilemma was touched on in the movie The Matrix .
    The firing of neurons in the brain is governed by the "laws" of physics, chemistry, and biology. If that were all there was, then given a particular environmental input there would be only one possible response. There would be no free will.
    I don't think we're just organic computers governed by the the material laws of biology. We're more willy nilly. Willie Nelson's not bad either, but that's another song and dance altogether.

I'm sorry for causing all those tornadoes lately. I only just learned how to talk up a storm, and unfortunately I haven't yet figured out how to talk down a storm. And the rain making hasn't gone well either. I have to get a hold of the steering wheel of fortune and I probably should not text while making rain. Finding the right map is hell.

I told them if they don't even have the courtesy to explain what they did that they should close my account.

I think Amaz is assuming I'm a friend of the Author and so they're disallowing the review.

Ginny Potter wrote: "Nooooo! Please. You're so good. I can't believe you actually deleted it! :("
No they deleted it. I didn't

This is just hopeless. I don't know why I even bothered. I think I should throw away my computer and pens and paper. This has all been silly and worthless. I should have known I was nothing.

That's it. I'm done. I've had enough. I just had my review erased. I don't think I'll ever write again.

The first to write the Blog is Doug who has Eokxavexa syndrome and grows up with a secret group of Cave people, the Ut'ishsih, who are waiting for the Gods to return at the next Ice Age. The evil High Priestess threatens to bring it on early. When she goes up-top to run for mayor of a small town, evade taxes, become President, and take over the world, Zawmb'yee Nuje becomes temporary High Priestess, but she is being used. When she becomes possessed and orders the execution of her childhood friend, Doug, that is only the most minor of problems that palace intrigues would bring.

Tiglekso! Does it mean, "Don't Worry," or "There are lessons to be learned from tragedy." It's difficult to know, because in the Utd'mbts language there are many levels from the primitive spoken word to Upper Utd'mbts, a form of telepathy and clairvoyance. When the Gods return, they demand the World's Biggest Pizza times two or 100 virgins. Zawmb'yee and Doug fall in love and Doug remembers how to do t'ukmpuxogt, skull shattering by psychokinesis, a minor skill for the rebellion that proves insufficient without backup. And there appears to be no backup for either lover.

Of course, destroying the world and making love are comical. Risible philosophies collide. One must know if the Gods have the capital “G” of reality and respect or the small “g” of mythology and derision. Who are they? Who are we?

Well sure: everyone has a blog nowadays, but only this one will bring back the Gods and the destruction of the world. Well, come on now, the world is so corrupt and decadent so what’s there to save, except that I don’t want Doug to die and I know how much Zawmb’yee will miss him.

Why can’t they stay at Doug’s sealed secret apartment building, full of supplies? Why should they save the world?

Doug is drafted into the battle and he’s not ready. He is so confused. How could they do this to him. I want the sequel so bad where he returns and lives.

Zawmb’yee, I know you love him. Save him for me because I know our civilization depends on it.

Tell me someone will keep blogging the news because I don’t want to leave this world without my favorite lovers who I adore.

Perhaps a slow start because of the poetry which is not to be tolerated in normal polite company, but forgive me if I say who could not love a poet of sensuality with his own language who has adventures in sensuality and who I would gladly have in my bed.

P.S. Mary,
No, I'm not considering being a professional reviewer. That would be my worst nightmare. I don't like the process of reading and so I don't like reading except that I want to grab onto the content. I read when I want to know something. Right now I want to write a novel, but everyone says you have to read a lot to learn to write, and you have to review to be reviewed or some variation of that. I guess for me reading is like mountain climbing: it hurts a lot and is arduous but when I get to each niche, I've learned something I wanted to know. And then of course, when you get to the top of the mountain you have to come down. I don't want to climb towards heaven; I want to get there. Somewhere there's a legitimate shortcut.

[SPOILER]
Mary,
Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed the review despite our differences of opinion. Yeah, I was shocked at the ending and the necessity of the serendipitous fight with Phil and his bloody nose. I guess in some contexts they'd call it fate. But I think if I told you that my Mother fooled around a lot and died and I was raised by my Step-Dad and was joining a group of people searching for their biological parent, you might focus on the search and forget to challenge the basic premise. But Don's subconscious found her attractive and it wanted her badly enough to make him ensure an entanglement. (But I did do a double-take and think "this is the end? Where's the rest of the book." I went through all the end notes to make sure I didn't accidentally skip something. For awhile I was puzzled --- what? Phil's the Father? How could that be etc.)

Ginny Potter wrote: "Great review! :)"
    Ginny,
Thanks very much. That was hard to try to get an essence of how I felt. I was looking at book reviews in the Times and I couldn't figure out how they do it. But it is somewhat easier on Amazon because they already have a lot of reviews and so the plot summary is already taken care of.
    It's going to be agony to do more reviews unless I can get into the spirit of it and then I can't always remember important details and themes. And the standard themes are not always my themes. What inspires me is usually not what other people see...

The Rosie Project

Geez, I just finished reviewing this book (I hope) and it's stuck in some obscure corner somewhere and then it had the wrong cover and wrong edition or something. Everything here is awkward. I read the latest Kindle Edition, I think which I bought on Amazon but the Amazon purchase feature doesn't seem to work here. But anyway:
    "Go girl: you love him, the quirky-jerk-nerdy Professor and he wears his jeans and genes well. He wants to help you and he's losing his mind trying to swipe DNA samples for you and getting in trouble with the Dean; isn't that a sign of love, a love you thought he was incapable of.
    I love wild Rosie and well-planning Don, genetics Professor who gets mice drunk for a living. She teaches him how to have fun for fun's sake. But they are complementing screw-ups with chaotic grace in the dance of love lost and profoundly found. Social graces are not his strong suit, but loyalty and friendship are, and they both learn to cook gourmet emotions together for a meal of pot luck and wine and longing songs that end with a kiss.

Sunday
    I'm trying to wake up today, but the coffee doesn't seem to be working. I finished the "Rosie Project" and I want to write a review, but apparently I don't write that well, judging by my scrap notes. I really like the characters a lot, but I'm going to have to be a lot more articulate than that. I'll have to do complex sentences with verbals and dependent clauses and stuff. I can't seem to develop a personal voice or writing style for myself. This is very depressing. Everyone else is so much more fluent than I am. I think I'm going to try more coffee and maybe get the paper (The New York Times) for inspiration, but its quality has gone way down: the only thing leftover from the good ole days is that it still has a nuanced vocabulary(sometimes).
    Maybe lox and bagels with cream cheese will cheer me up, but I'm supposed to be on a diet.
    Geez, I'm boring myself. I guess I should stop now and get that coffee or after the legal Noon maybe I should make gin and tonic, hold the rat poison. Ooops, I forgot: Optimism! . Looks nice in italics (although I haven't yet seen if the post is going to work).