tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post1598391821754584229..comments2023-10-14T11:05:04.581-04:00Comments on Capitol Cougar: On and On and On and OnSally Wildehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818000777385527996noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post-49054642243359225692015-10-02T21:51:02.236-04:002015-10-02T21:51:02.236-04:00Yeah, when I do job interviews now I feel like gra...Yeah, when I do job interviews now I feel like grampa. "Well, no, I've never actually used Twitter...."Slothropnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post-12722233894922253442015-09-26T13:28:53.663-04:002015-09-26T13:28:53.663-04:00Technology, manTechnology, manSally Wildehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14818000777385527996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post-25695969889342894752015-09-26T13:28:19.035-04:002015-09-26T13:28:19.035-04:00And thank you for your compassionate response, too...And thank you for your compassionate response, tooSally Wildehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14818000777385527996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post-50244046239607361932015-09-26T13:27:39.078-04:002015-09-26T13:27:39.078-04:00No, no babe you're good!!! I just messed up my...No, no babe you're good!!! I just messed up my passwords from changing names and all and haven't gotten in here in a while. I finally fixed it while sitting in a parking lot. I AM GRANDMA ;)Sally Wildehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14818000777385527996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post-38947830339445132342015-09-26T12:52:24.036-04:002015-09-26T12:52:24.036-04:00I am truly sorry; sharing a thing like that was ov...I am truly sorry; sharing a thing like that was over the line. It felt really compelling for a few hours - especially if you've always been fascinated by the aboriginal "dreamtime" theory - but now it seems completely unhelpful and egoistic. Please accept my sincere apologies.Slothropnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post-66220978479863035172015-09-10T17:21:29.437-04:002015-09-10T17:21:29.437-04:00Jeez, don't remind me...last night I had a nig...Jeez, don't remind me...last night I had a nightmare about "House of Beef." The strong feelings I got from your last post must've followed me into sleep. But, I was in a Potomac mansion where something horrific had happened, looking for clues. Malone / Sally Wilde (it kept changing) was also on the case, but on a different shift so that we never saw each other. We just left each other a record of our findings disguised as songs on magnetic tape in a punchcard computer in the front parlor. And there was a huge guard dog, but she liked us.<br /><br />One day I arrived and the guard dog wasn't my friend anymore - growling. The rich, older lady who owned the mansion had come home & was destroying all of our detective work, tearing apart the computer & wadding up the tape. You'll never solve this crime, she gloated.<br /><br />I was grabbed, put on an airplane, then dropped 30,000 feet into the freezing, nighttime sea. At the point of drowning I was fished out & tossed into a guest slot on Letterman. Drenched, freezing, & in shock. Letterman, I thought? I'm not a Letterman person. But it began well, w/ Letterman asking how it felt to fall from an airplane into the sea. "Well, Slothrop, you must feel like a V-2 that fell a bit short." Knowing, ribald laughter from the gallery. I tried to play along, but the host became more & more stern & quiet. I'm bombing, I thought. <br /><br />A guest I couldn't see (Guy Picciotto?) said, the weirdest thing about being on stage is when you see people in the crowd copying your mannerisms. You move your legs & they move theirs. You want to tell them, I'm not a fit role model! I said, yeah, nothing like feeling like a puppetmaster w/ out a message. Letterman stared at me & said, what do you mean? I said, you know, leading people when you're going nowhere. He fell silent, the minutes crawled by & I thought, I'm not smart enough or personable enough for this. Dying.<br /><br />Suddenly someone was by my side, in the other chair. It was Malone / Sally Wilde, & she told me, our evidence wasn't destroyed. I remember all those songs.<br /><br />I felt my life was saved, & woke up beaming.<br /><br />Makes me want to read the novel again....Slothropnoreply@blogger.com