GoulburnWhy I Love Orble (posting an open letter...)
December 22nd 2006 02:14
I'm getting a bit tired of the whole "Orble gives me nothing" crap. Oh the irony...ya jes don't geddit do ya people?
I know I should be writing a Rugby wrap (with lots of sweet hot and chilly sauciness panting over...am not going to say his name) because this is supposed to be a rugby blog and that’s why I’m here. Not today. Will get to that later. Maybe.
Aneeewayyyy...As I was sitting here trying to work, pondering the irony of wrinkled thinking and trying to ignore the endless new post and comment notifications, failing happily, caving in, etc...I realized that damn sugar, I lurve Orble.
Eureka! Shazam! Holy Cow Milkman...it’s an I-dea.
I love Orble because Orble gave me my own blog. Whether or not this means I own it, I do not know and do not really care.
Ask not what your community can do for you ad sense infinitum....
Orble gave me an opportunity to write the way I want to write about rugby.
Not the way traditional Rugby Media dick-tates.
I also do not care that this will never earn any money for me. I do not care because even if I was getting paid the going weekly rate, this would barely cover the cost of my 20 minutes writing it.
I can only base this on my hourly rate.
Think what you want. I’m worth my rate in Gold. Occupation wise.
BUT I do know what it costs to set up a site because I have one of my own away from Orble and for giving me a free site...for giving me a free platform, pedestal, pulpit from which I can freely, without another’s yardstick, shout out my love for the things and people I love (and declare my undying lust for...not saying that name)....I thank you Jon.
(Well....actually thank you Jasmine for putting it up and putting up with my initial manic emails!)
I love Orble because I am faced with a measure of my popularity. And I don’t care. I am not the sum of my votes (or lack of). I am the summa cum loud and clear of who I was born to die as.
I love Orble for confirming that I’m on the right track on the path of life. I live it. I get it. This is not my life. I’m just a part of it.
I love Orble because I’ve come to know that I am who I am. I write exactly how I am. I may not share personal details because hello?...1800-STALK-ME...but the ‘voice’ I write with is who I am. I love finding out that I am who I am. And everything else in between.
I know this because my husband (swoon) and family and physical world friends read everything (and I mean everything...very easy now with the new homepage feature) I write. All the words I use, my annoying habit of pun-ctuating everything I say, the “cripes” the “oh sighs”...dammit. I wanted to be mysterious. Well, at least it keeps me honest. And real. Especially because there is someone here who knows me...the physical me.
Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me Jill.
Whoopsies.
I love Orble because I met two wonderful women whom I have come to like and love in a “non gay way” (yes, that’s a quote), as much as I would have, had I met them in the physical world.
Cara (A.H.)...Cherry (K.L.)...thank you for being who you are. I have no words to describe the reality of you.
...And we know that this is just going to become a love tribute...an homage a trois...you two will probably be the only Orblers to read this...maybe one other but he only visits me because he feels sorry for me... And to remind me that Arrogance is a Humble trait.
I love Orble because oh my God!....some of you here....you are amazing, incredible real people....you people are out there...and not out there like "far out man" or in a Fox Mulder way. Out there, in that you exist. And wow...You're all so alive.
Damn...Joe Blogg...dude...I sooo wish you were real. Thanks for reminding me that life wasn’t meant to be lived seriously, just taken seriously. As it is said...life is no laughing matter...humour is serious business. And while we’re on homophones....(ones not obes...)
I love Orble because it’s forced me to come face to face with my own hypocrisy.
I am not the live and let live person I aim to be. I am not as non-judgmental as I think I am. I am not the nurturer of individuality that I pride myself on being. I am not as Me as I would like to be.
Ahhh fuck it (that’ll keep the prudes and Freedumb of Speech-ers away)...let's call a spade a trowel...I let down my friend. I insulted him in the worst way possible. I asked him to be false to himself.
I told him that he needs to conform because creativity has a periphery around it. Passion has a perimeter. He can’t just say and write whatever he wants because Freedom of Speech means knowing your limits. No one wants to know about the suffering...they just want to read it.
Brilliance comes with a price.
I'm sorry I forgot you give it freely.
To you, my friend, I say this...talent does things tolerably well.
Genius does them intolerably better.
Bring the joy home....
I know I should be writing a Rugby wrap (with lots of sweet hot and chilly sauciness panting over...am not going to say his name) because this is supposed to be a rugby blog and that’s why I’m here. Not today. Will get to that later. Maybe.
Aneeewayyyy...As I was sitting here trying to work, pondering the irony of wrinkled thinking and trying to ignore the endless new post and comment notifications, failing happily, caving in, etc...I realized that damn sugar, I lurve Orble.
Eureka! Shazam! Holy Cow Milkman...it’s an I-dea.
I love Orble because Orble gave me my own blog. Whether or not this means I own it, I do not know and do not really care.
Ask not what your community can do for you ad sense infinitum....
Orble gave me an opportunity to write the way I want to write about rugby.
Not the way traditional Rugby Media dick-tates.
I also do not care that this will never earn any money for me. I do not care because even if I was getting paid the going weekly rate, this would barely cover the cost of my 20 minutes writing it.
I can only base this on my hourly rate.
Think what you want. I’m worth my rate in Gold. Occupation wise.
BUT I do know what it costs to set up a site because I have one of my own away from Orble and for giving me a free site...for giving me a free platform, pedestal, pulpit from which I can freely, without another’s yardstick, shout out my love for the things and people I love (and declare my undying lust for...not saying that name)....I thank you Jon.
(Well....actually thank you Jasmine for putting it up and putting up with my initial manic emails!)
I love Orble because I am faced with a measure of my popularity. And I don’t care. I am not the sum of my votes (or lack of). I am the summa cum loud and clear of who I was born to die as.
I love Orble for confirming that I’m on the right track on the path of life. I live it. I get it. This is not my life. I’m just a part of it.
I love Orble because I’ve come to know that I am who I am. I write exactly how I am. I may not share personal details because hello?...1800-STALK-ME...but the ‘voice’ I write with is who I am. I love finding out that I am who I am. And everything else in between.
I know this because my husband (swoon) and family and physical world friends read everything (and I mean everything...very easy now with the new homepage feature) I write. All the words I use, my annoying habit of pun-ctuating everything I say, the “cripes” the “oh sighs”...dammit. I wanted to be mysterious. Well, at least it keeps me honest. And real. Especially because there is someone here who knows me...the physical me.
Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me Jill.
Whoopsies.
I love Orble because I met two wonderful women whom I have come to like and love in a “non gay way” (yes, that’s a quote), as much as I would have, had I met them in the physical world.
Cara (A.H.)...Cherry (K.L.)...thank you for being who you are. I have no words to describe the reality of you.
...And we know that this is just going to become a love tribute...an homage a trois...you two will probably be the only Orblers to read this...maybe one other but he only visits me because he feels sorry for me... And to remind me that Arrogance is a Humble trait.
I love Orble because oh my God!....some of you here....you are amazing, incredible real people....you people are out there...and not out there like "far out man" or in a Fox Mulder way. Out there, in that you exist. And wow...You're all so alive.
Damn...Joe Blogg...dude...I sooo wish you were real. Thanks for reminding me that life wasn’t meant to be lived seriously, just taken seriously. As it is said...life is no laughing matter...humour is serious business. And while we’re on homophones....(ones not obes...)
I love Orble because it’s forced me to come face to face with my own hypocrisy.
I am not the live and let live person I aim to be. I am not as non-judgmental as I think I am. I am not the nurturer of individuality that I pride myself on being. I am not as Me as I would like to be.
Ahhh fuck it (that’ll keep the prudes and Freedumb of Speech-ers away)...let's call a spade a trowel...I let down my friend. I insulted him in the worst way possible. I asked him to be false to himself.
I told him that he needs to conform because creativity has a periphery around it. Passion has a perimeter. He can’t just say and write whatever he wants because Freedom of Speech means knowing your limits. No one wants to know about the suffering...they just want to read it.
Brilliance comes with a price.
I'm sorry I forgot you give it freely.
To you, my friend, I say this...talent does things tolerably well.
Genius does them intolerably better.
Bring the joy home....
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Comment by Homer Joyce
talent does things tolerably well.
Genius does them intolerably better …
and, Love leaves both of them for dead
The way love performs?
You know how love performs.
Your wear a guernsey of Love
and lead the Orble team onto the field
teaching them what love is
by your performance on the field
Teaching them the Rules of Union
in the changeroom that is your office
beforehand …
firing them up with Love
Celebrating Love’s victory
afterwards …
No-one will convince me that talent or genius
can even compare to love.
Not after reading this post.
Homer …
It’s nice to have a post I can cry over
besides my own …
Leaning my head against the shoulder of your post
Leaning my head against the bosom of your post
And watering it with my tears
Comment by Andrea
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Ahhh fuck it (might as well do my own bit to keep the prudes and finger-wagglers away)...
You, Dusky Lady, are beautiful, inside and out. I've said this to you before in private messages (no, that's not a gay revelation happening there), you are one of the most generous, considerate and wonderful people that I've ever had the pleasure to meet...
... even though I haven't actually met you.
Friends do fuck up, whether they mean to or not. And sometimes what you see as a fuck up, others don't.
(Have all those prudes gone yet?)
You're only human and so is your friend. He'll understand.
I join you in giving festive thanks to Orbleland, where we all met and instantly clicked.
And thanks to Orbleland for reintroducing the hilarity of the word hard ... giggle ... snort.
To you and Cherry A I say the biggest thanks possible ... thanks for being who you are.
Cara. xxxxx
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
It's so hard not to just say "fuck" sometimes... sometimes "fuck" is all it's cracked up to be.
snorting so hard..cracking myself up...
Thank you Cara.
As I said, I have no words...virtually speechless to describe the reality of you...but right back at ya.
sigh...
Dusk.
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
Thank you my sweet pal.
Dusk
Comment by JoshZ
A Simple Christian
JZ
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
JZ...while you were visiting me here, I was at your place...
Where've you been?
I've missed you buddy...is Nata well?
I may not have named you Josh but I hope you know that you are one of those people that are "out there...you exist"...and by this I mean that oh thank you God...people like this exist....you're real and honest and full of love and hope and just so wonderfully you.
It's good to see you JZ.
I'm having a real I love humanity and I will say so day.
Dusk
Comment by JoshZ
A Simple Christian
Monday Best friend's wedding. I can give you a link with pics on it if you like.
Tuesday-Thursday, twelve hours of fun and adventure in the retail environment where some people just love to take all they can from you and it leaves you very,. very tired.
Friday, day off, and MAN have I needed it.
Me and Nata are doing great together. SHe has been one of the few things that has kept me going and going with strength and brilliance. She is amazing, wonderful and I love her so very, very, very, very, very much.
And Dusk, keep going. Orble needs more people like you that actually lift the other people around them.
JZ
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
Awww...thanks buddy.
For your lovely words to me and for being you.
And yes...send me the link please!
Dusk
ps. I believe they call this
'retailspin' n....loss of logic often leading to credit card collapse...in judgement...albeit temporary...tis the season to give...
Comment by Homer Joyce
I am in awe of this post.
You are a subtextual goddess.
This is the first post I have ever read in my life that I didn't get.
No writer has ever done that to me before.
Ever.
Apart from me? Did I hear you say?
Here goes my arrogant humility down the drain. I so hate admitting this to you.
If you had not PM'd me to explain to me what you were writing about? I never would have got it.
Brilliant! Sheer Brilliance!
Homer ...
Comment by Joe Blogg
Joe Blogg's Blog
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Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
I said nothing.
You said it all.
(it just may be a bit too
I am stumped for words now though...ahh Treasure...you got me.
Then again, you always have.
Dusk
*not mine, wish it was, stole it from Homer
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
SUBlimey....!
Comment by Jessicca
Learning Something Everyday
Daily History
Malaysia Found
Good work Dusk.
Merry Christmas. ^_^
Jessicca
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
Orble...tis the reason to be blogging...I mean every word of thanks I say.
Merry Christmas to you and yours.
Dusk
Comment by Homer Joyce
Subliminally Sublime.
I can't get it out of my head.
Don't want to ...
Impossible now.
Homer...
Comment by Nina
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
I sincerely hope you are well and your unusual lack of verbosity is due to Christmas spirit (beer? wine? tequila??) and nothing else...wouldn't want it to be anything else...
Merry Christmas to you and yours sweet gorgeous Nina and thank you.
Dusk
Comment by David my David
I haven't visited your site for a while ... but I just want to say ... thank you ...
You are the most loving person ...
Your PMs in relation to how to unboil a bunny?
To me?
That's just pure love.
And the perfect recipe.
I must be a fucked cook.
The fucking bunny.
It refused to unboil.
I'm not boiling. Not fuming. Just being my usual sick self.
I think I might have unboiled the recipe you sent me?
Can you post your recipe on your blog?
So I don't lose the fucker again?
Please don't say to me I'm sending it by 'Postal'.
I'll crack up.
David ...
Comment by K.L. Almeroth
Motherhood
First of all, I have to say it...
I love it when A.H. swears!! Especially when she says fuck!!!!!!!!!!
Cracks me up...
You two crazy girls...I love you both!!!!!
(And H.J....but we all knew I loved him from the get go)
How does one little itzy bitzy internet site bring us all together???
I don't know, but I've found something with you two that I hadn't found before (other than with my sister, but that's a given)...
Much love My Sister,
K.L.
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
It's always a pleasure to have you.....here...on my site.
From what I have tasted, you're a great cook but...not everyone appreciates gourmet fare.
Patience is a vice.
Prudence is a bitch.
You won't lose the "fucker" (I'm assuming you mean the recipe and this is not your pet name for your...never mind)...it's in your blood.
It's who you are.
Much love my/our David.
Dusk
Comment by JoshZ
A Simple Christian
You left something nice on my page, so aside from responding there I wanted to put it here as well.
Shine on you MOSTEST crazy diamond.
JZ
Comment by David my David
my ...
Dusk ...
I apologise ... I have so many problems with the word me nowadays ..
It wouldn't surprise me if my fingers got so out of control that I typed My David ... instead of My Dusk ...
See what I mean?
I was trying to type MLM ... and all I do is type My Dusk or my David ....
Fuck me.
What next?
After that?
Another one?
Then another?
And another?
Fuck me.
My fingers are as out of control as a sexually-charged woman who spends her day ...
typing ...
As to the pleasure you experience of me being on YOUR SITE.
I like being on sites owned by the owners of the site.
That's why I spend so much time on both of mine. I OWN them.
Naughty David. Smack!
But the real pleasure is ...
being on YOUR SITE ... The one you don't own.
Your culinary tastes ... are divine ...
Not everyone appreciates my cooking skills. Or my way with chillis.
They have obviously never shot a rabbit and gutted it and skinned it. And roasted it with capsicum and chillis ...
Boiled rabbit stinks.
My grandmother would never let my grandfather boil rabbit inside the house.
Get out. Get out. She would say. Boil it outside.
Lack of patience is a virtue ...
that fucking makes you die. *
Yeah Prue. I met the bitch.
Sorry about this ... but ... losing this recipe of yours ... makes me feel like such a fucker. I mean, I am a fucker (only of women ... real women ... goddesses usually, normally, probably, sort of DEFINATELY. [spelt correctly by the way])
I am who I am. Thank 'You'.
Much love back to you My Dusk ...
Fuck ... sorry I'm so used to writing the word me ..
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
All this swearing (...to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help me. Please God)... tis a hard habit to break...might need a nutcracker...
I tell ya..it was meant to be...just absOrb all...
(as for HJ...as soon as one gets him...one loves him)
much love my Cherry sis
Dusk
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
Thanks my friend.
Dusk
(pssst Cherry...you need to check out what JZ looks like! Go to his site...)
Comment by David my David
Here 'I' am back again ...
Why do I torment myself?
Sorry, abuse myself.
Why?
You tell me, and then we'll both know?
I am one sick fuck.
I love your post about Orble ...
Do you know what reminded me about your post about Orble?
Besides the fact that it was a post about Orble?
It was me.
I used to be on an adult website.
My nic (what they call a blog tag on Orble)? 1SickFuck.
I got kicked off. Ejaculated off the site ...
That's what I love most about Orble ...
I can be 1SickFuck on here ... and I never hear a complaint about my sickness.
Would that be because you don't hear text?
It makes no sound?
For the record. I agree with you about Jon and Jasmine .... and how they deserve a bit of credit for the work they do on Orble.
Jon's pic is okay.
Where's a naked pic of Jazzy though?
I want to see her naked. From behind.
I want to see hear peary arse.
Actually I'm getting way too sick for even me.
I've got a pic on my own PC of the most fucking georgeous arse I've even seen. Jazzy, keep your clothes on ... I'm fine ... It was a joke ...
I only tell you these things because ...
Why the fuck am I tellling you this?
Hang on a sec.
Oh, that's right.
Um.
Er. (not the TV show either, by the way)
Um.
I just needed to tell someone ...
And I don't go all over Orble much. Don't know many people on Orble ... but you always visited my site ...
and your comments?
Always appreciated. Always welcomed.
Anyway ... I've lost my whole train of thought ...
So ...
Whatever it was i wanted to say to you. Imagine I said it ...
David ...
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
Dusk
Comment by David my David
You're derailed?
My train left the planet. It flew off the edge of the planet into the female land of the gods ...
Your David ...
Fucking typos.
Dusk. David.
David.Dusk.
I'm so whacked I can't think straight let alone type straight ...
Comment by Hope
Gifted Parenting
Freelance For Life
Comment by Nina
Unfortunately I"m a tad unwell at the moment. Strangely enough losing my outer voice has had somewhat of an impact on my inner voice.
Merry Christmas and thanks
Nina
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
Hope....thank you.
Hope (groan) you have a wonderful Christmas.
Nina my sweet....will wait to hear your lovely Voice...the combined force of it...get better and have a lovely Christmas.
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
Brilliance has no boundaries.
No straight thinking allowed.
your Dusk
Comment by David my David
Your David Your?
Wherefore dost thou speak such?
When shall we meet again? In thunder, lightning or in rain? My Dusk My?
A fine day, perhaps?
When shall we meet for the first time? My Dusk My?
In morning, at noon or at night?
At dusk, perhaps?
To haveth a sicketh sense of humoureth, one ofteneth findeth the tragedy of My Lady Me-cBeth's bloodstained blog to be-eth, rather one damn fineth comedy-eth.
Your David Youreth.
Alas Poor New Yorrikess. I once kneweth hereth welleth. *
Comment by David my David
Time doth not permitteth me to write on really really really lengthy letter to you, my Love.
The battlefield rageth.
Bloodstained blogs.
Apparently I am a cat.
Who toyeth with the mice.
To be toldeth this by a cat?
When I am in 'reality' a miceth?
Seemeth incongruouth.
Haveth thou, My Love, ever seeneth a cat stretcheth?
The marks the cat leaveth upon oneself?
It appeareth the stretch marks have becometh the problem.
The cat hath looked in the mirror and has not liketh what the cat seeth.
Cruelth and viciouseth of me, My Love. I knoweth.
However.
To fight hatred with love and never win?
A soldier pulleth outeth another weapon.
Fighteth fireth with fireth.
My Love, I am so gladdeth that you haveth a perfect womanly body.
And have never had kittens.
I would hate to seeth sucheth a divine body ruinedeth like thateth.
It mayeth do something to your mind, My Love.
You mayeth turn psychoticeth on me-eth.
I would never liketh thateth.
Your David Your.
I am sicketh to the teetheth of thiseth. Thank Godeth for realeth womeneth like You-eth.
I loveth Youeth.
Comment by Lilla
Enviro Warrior
An Extra Ordinary Life
Dream Herald
...from the periphery of your (w)orlble.. and from a friend who is still a friend, even though she doesn't "get it" at all... most of the time, I just wanted to say that I enjoyed this jesty-non-sporty-ramble of yours and can see myself here, learning many similar things, through my own adventures - whilst feeding and flitting about in orbleland... perhaps my journey is to try and 'get it' and then, 're-gret it' because individuality must needs be sacrificed... who knows(?), each to their own I guess...and you do have a real talent with words...even the ones I don't understand...
thanks for your reflection ...
and I wanted to say, I hope your Christmas was bright...
Lilla...
ps I'm still laughing at your comment about running out of excuses to the children for blogging... I have now too..
Comment by David my David
You delightful store of infinite perfumed odours you …
As Pablo Neruda would write:
Tonight I can write the saddest lines …
All of my beautiful poetry? Gone. Every comment? Gone. They are the things I will miss most, after yourself and K.L.
Oh. Blog? Gone. Other blog? About to go. Me? Not sure.
Gone a long time ago?
I am writing slowly, but unedited. Thank you for teaching me that writing skill. It’s a skill they neglected to teach me at writing college. It has helped me in the real world. I now speak.
The greatest thing you did for me? You made me love me for who I am. How do you thank someone for that? That looks really bad now that I’ve written it. I nearly wrote something I shouldn’t have. I nearly wrote, ‘By dispensing with words.’ Maybe that is what should be written?
I’m not deleting a thing. What I have written, I have written.
This whole business of learning to speak in the real world? I’m going back to writing. No-one (well nearly no-one) in the real world wants to hear what I have to say verbally, any more than they want to read what I write.
That First Will & Testament of mine? The one I have to write before I do my Last Will & Testament? I’m not thinking thoughts of death. I’m just thinking about my writing. And wondering, what if I die one day, and none of it has been published, or no-one has ever seen it? And people come around to my place, and see it? They will think it is rubbish. They will throw it out. I know you wouldn’t. I might get one of those forms. I might leave the most precious things I own in this world to you. My words.
I detest complexity. Love simplicity. I don’t want to make a complicated will. There’s a small suitcase with books in it. They’re the books I learned to write poetry from. So, if you’ve got room at your place for them, I’ll leave them to you as well.
My pink laptop? Sorry. That goes to K.L.
I promise I won’t print out hard copies. You’d have to build an extension to store them. Get K.L. to email them to you.
Over a six week period.
You are divine. You are a goddess of the mind.
Not one edit. Very slow typing, though.
David.
Comment by Tracy
Movies and Life
This is a wonderfully written post that I read when you wrote but was remiss in replying.
I too am grateful that I have a blog that I don't have to organise myself, that the lovely Orbler team take care of all of that themselves. I was disappointed though, that when I was given my blog I was under the impression that I would be earning $40 a week. Not much I know, but it was something.
Thankfully, I now rarely think of that now as I have become emmersed in the Orbleness of life and appreciate my blog for what it is...and what the Orble World is....it's a captivating, endlessly entertaining, a smorgasbord of people with unique viewpoints......
Cheers to Orblility