Just a Re-Post Tribute to an American Icon. Ignore it, Nothing Added. Nothing Gained. “You’re Not in Kansas Anymore Dorothy”

“I Love and Admire You Dorothy.
Always Have.
Always Shall.

You are an American Icon.”

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“And Thank You For Being My Teenage Fantasy Crush”

–Lance

So Much Class!

So Much Class!

And Oh So Very Very Beautiful & Talented! And Charming!

Vid Cred: Wat Bradford (Bravo Wat! Brilliant Choice of Music!)

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I remember watching this ‘Live’

I was mesmerized.

From That Moment On…

No Woman could EVER Live Up to Dorothy… In My Simple Mind.

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Fun Fact; Dorothy is near-sighted. This is why the astute observer will notice her squint at the end of this vid.

Yet, She would not be denied Her Dream in spite of her physical limitations. She overcame them.

“Tenacious” is the appropriate descriptor here.

Perfect American Woman (And should set an Example for all us to follow Today)

“Upon her return, Fassi discovered Hamill was nearsighted and had her fitted for glasses. The glasses, with wide lenses so she could see her figure patterns on the ice, later set a fashion trend.”

—Source: encyclopedia.com

(You’re Welcome)

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Vid Cred: GoldenAgeofFS

Beautiful, Wonderful, Charming, Class Act… Dorothy:

A very young Dorothy
(Rare Footage)

Vid Share Cred: ‘floskate’
(Thank You)

Somewhere…

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The Dancing Queen

Dorothy Could Have Done Anything.

Been Anything.

Thank God She Chose to Give Us Her Art!

The Perfect American Woman.

She Was The Quintessential American Dancing Queen.

The Below is Slightly Tongue-in-Cheek

(All I Could Find, But Y’all Catch My Sincere Sentiment Drift–Don’t you?)

American

Woman

Schmucks ‘R’ Us (Actually, Just Me) Never Y’all. NOT Casting Stones From MY Glass Porch. Oh Hell No! Not I, or… “Thank You Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin”

“Schmuck”

The Movie

Or,

“Lance, this is your life.”

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Sly Stone

The Coolest Man

EVER!

(And one of the Coolest Bands Ever!)

Boom laka-laka-laka, Boom laka-lak-goon-ka boom

Take me to that “Higher Plane of Existence”

Lance is a stellar wanna-be-over/under barrel achiever–kinda like a shotgun

Writer!

But in reality, just a

SCHMUCK

(But at least I am ‘schmuckable’—and sometimes even lovable—but not very often)

YEP!

I dream at night great posts.

Try to take mental notes.

Wake up.

They gone!

Great post is gone with the Wine and the Sunshine, and the Harsh Light of Day…

I have written some awesome shit in my sleep.

Lost it all.

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“But tomorrow is another day”

Ain’t it?

Les’ hope so.

Shit!

Added ‘Added Value’

I wanna grow up to be this guy

He ain’t no schmuck!

“So you wanna-be a fucking writer?

Good luck Schmuck!”

Vid Cred: Shea et al.

“I dreamt a dream tonight” Of Queen Mab, or “Whatever Your Will, Will”

“Oh Good God! Lance is posting yet more ‘driveling-snivelings’ about writers, writing, and his writing travails! He wears me out!”

“Well, you may thank Mister Ohh over at His Place for prompting me to resurrect this long since dead post on the subject. Have a pleasant journey and be sure to give him my best regards while you are there. Ohh! (See what I just did there?) Oh btw, the password is “Mo’ Sent me.” ‘Mo, being shorthand for ‘Moron.’ Gawd! I crack me up! Ha. Ha. Ha.

The Angry Mab

Credit: deviantart.com

“I dreamt a dream tonight.”

“And so did I.”

“Well, what was yours?”

“That dreamer’s often lie.”

“…In bed asleep while they do dream things true!”

“Oh! Then I see Queen Mab hath been with you!”

–R&M: Romeo and Mercutio

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“Peace, Good Mercutio. Peace. Thou talks of nothing. Thou talkst of nothing.”

“True. True. I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain. Begot of nothing but  vain fantasy, which is as thin of substance as the air and more inconstant than the wind who woes even now the frozen bosom of the north, and being angered puffs away from thence, turning his side to the dew-dropping south.”

Thou Talkst of Nothing

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After a night of hard blogging and writing of drafts, and becoming somewhat disillusioned and more than daft, I perished toward my bed, reaching out for the Arms of Morpheus.

Within moments I slipped into that Hypnagogic Sleep, that strange place between two worlds, that semi-conscious state of being, yet not being,

“Illumined Pleasure”

Salvador Dali 1928

Sleep, but Not Sleep.

Then I began to dream things that should have been true.

But were not true

Yet so true.

Wonderful words words words!

Words to sate my unnourished prose.

Words swirl’d about in my mind like so many fireflies on a summer’s eve:

“Words, words, words!. Once, I had the gift. I could make love out of words as a potter makes cups of clay. Love that overthrows empires. Love that binds two hearts together, come hellfire & brimstone.”

— “Will Shakespeare in Love”

I had it (them, those) words… goin’ on.

Brilliant words. Beautiful, poignant words! All right there!

Right there In My Mind

Hovering, floating just above the surface

I reached out my finger to tap the “Publish Mouse”

My finger was frozen

It would not move

How hard I did try!

It would not comply!

I lay there in Nether Sleep,

Commanding!

Demanding!

The hand, one digit, just the finger!

Just move the damn finger!

Would not

Could not

Then I realized

“I am with Dante now”

And he mocked me

“Here are the words you seek”

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But I Did Not want to be with Dante.

I wanted to be with my Lost Muse.

Y’all remember her:

The Abusive One.

ABBA, Joni, Madelyn, Madelyn, Madelyn, Madelyn, Madelyn, Madelyn, Cass, and Lance

Yeah! I am trying to occupy (and distract) my mind with Beauty and Music.

(See previous posts if you do not know why this is requisite for me.)

Speaking of posts, and posting, This one is an unorganized, not edited, convoluted…. piece of shit.

(Screw it! I will NOT edit this. It was a ‘stream of consciousness! ‘If I ‘edit’ it, then it is shite, as a stream of consciousness.

And then would ring false. So I won’t fukkin’ edit it.

What you see is what you get. (I may go back and give ‘credit’ for all the vids/images I stole, but that ain’t ‘editing’– that is just not being an asshole.)

Read/Watch/Listen at Your Own Annoyance.

It is impossible to not notice…

To not notice…

How HAPPY Agnetha & Anni-Frid ARE IN this!

They LOVED IT!

And for that,

That STAGE PRESENCE!

I LOVED THEM!

(I suppose ‘The Boys’ were happy too.

But Lance don’t pay attention to the moods of boys—LOL!)

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This will be brief (I promise)

I have been (In Light, or in Dark, of my too recent loss)

HATE ASHBURY

I have been pondering…

“The unexamined life is not worth living.”

(I believe some smart guy once said that)

Well, I been ‘prospectin’  down into MY Life.

Didn’t find no gold.

Didn’t find no silver.

Didn’t find no diamonds.

(Hangman! Hangman! Meet me at The Gallows’ Pole!”)

(“Bring me your dead sister then.)

Yeah! I am sick… and bitter!

Didn’t find…

No Solace.

Found a box of rocks tho…

Note attached:

It read, and I quote:

“Lance, this is all your life represents. Have a nice day”

—God

“Oh, and never forget: Jesus Saves.”

–G

Saves what?

Green stamps?

“Hey God!

Go to Fuck Yourself!”

(I know the grammar is fucked, but THAT is how Gladys always verbalized it)

“Go to fuck yourself!”

(See Third paragraph for Gladys)

I loved her for her broken English.

Might be continued, but I doubt it…

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If you’re California Dreamin’…

Don’t.

As we used to say….In the Navvvyyyy! Cali…fornia or bust! Don’t hear that so much anymore.

While aboard a Haze-Gray-And-Underway Piece of Shit. We see the coast of CA and just keep steaming right on by.

Bye – Bye!! California!

(And NEVER EVER Call Her ‘Mama Cass’–Her name is ‘Cass Elliot’)

If you’re California Dreamin’…

Don’t.

As we used to say….In the Navvvyyyy! Cali…fornia or bust! Don’t hear that so much anymore. While aboard a Haze-Gray-And-Underway Piece of Shit.

We see the coast of CA and just keep steaming right on by. Bye – Bye!! California!

(And NEVER Call Her ‘Mama Cass’–Her name is ‘Cass Elliot’)

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Street Cred: Memology 101:

If you are a ‘good and astute observer’ you will see Kamala trying (and failing) to dance.

Free Bonus Track

(But Donations Greedily Accepted)

“I’ve been rich and I’ve been poor.

Rich is better.”

–L. Marcom, Circa 2006

“An Unlikely Horse to Win, Place, or Even Show Up” (2021 Re-Boot with Verbose Author’s Op-Ed Bonus Bit Thrown In)

TLDR

Author’s Note for 2021:

This was yet another ancient post marked for ‘Make-Over.’

Now this has been accomplished, albeit with a ‘soft’, ‘light’ finger on that ‘delete key.’

It was not my intent to change much about the original post in general, nor the ‘message’ in particular. My desire was mainly to bring it up to speed vis-à-vis  my 2021 ‘Higher Production Standards’.

(That’s ‘tongue-in-cheek’, by the way, as if Y’all don’t already know this! Hahaha!)

This next is Not ‘tongue-in-cheek,’ however. It is sincerely serious.

When I originally ‘penned’ the post I was a little frustrated over ‘Bot’ likes and also,  as I called them, ‘Drive-By Likers’ You know the breed (Even If you have been blogging only a short while).

The ‘Drive-By Liker’ surfs the WP Reader page and likes damn near everything, in an attempt, I surmise, to generate interest and traffic in His/Hers/Other’s blog site.

This used to piss me off.

Now it doesn’t.

Because I am more and more maturely humble these days as I find myself on ‘The Back Nine of Life’

And so now I give all the  ‘Likes’ the benefit of my doubt and just appreciate them for what they are.

Long lost Abusive Muse sent me this email. (Remember her? I’ll drop her in at the end as an ‘Added Value Bonus Bit’.)

“Lance! Someone took the time to drop a ‘like’ on your dumb ass. Be Happy with it! Never look a ‘Gift Like’ in the Mouth. Print it out and fuckin’ frame it. Put it on your “I Like Me Wall” along with all the other ‘Real-Life’ bullshit accolades and awards you have dragged around with you over all these years. Fer Chrissakes! Get over yourself!”

“Love Ya. Mean it.”

–Ms Muse

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Not everyone has time, nor even inclination to comment on every bloody post they ‘like’. I understand this now. That is just how some folks roll.

On the other hand, I will, ninety-nine percent of the time, leave a comment on every post I have liked.

This certainly does not mean I am the ‘better, kinder, gentler blogger.’ It just means that That is How I choose to Roll.

We are all different, unique, and worthy-of-respect individuals, and we approach blogging each to our own ends, and according to own philosophies (I have written extensively on this of late. See attached below:  “Worthy Writers”)

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Back to THIS post:

I wanted it to be a fun, light-hearted, whimsical way for me to bitch, moan, and complain about a personal ‘Pet Peeve’ of mine.

I think I came close to accomplishing my goal back then. I have copy-pasta’d the comments from the original post at the bottom of this one.

But I had also posted some other posts related to the subject, which were a little more, shall we say, ‘direct-to-the meat’ of the matter.

“More matter, less art” as Gertrude said to Polonius in “Hamlet”.

I’d skip those old posts if I were you. I am certainly not proud of them.

Okay, there may be one or two exceptions to what I just wrote above. This below might be one of them. I had forgotten about it. I find it kind of endearing. You may too.

Or not.

Moving on…

I have a lot of opinions about a lot of things, reading and writing and commenting being very close to the top of my ‘Opinion Hit Parade.’ Not always have I expressed these opinions in a respectful way.

I am working more and more toward the ‘respectful way’ of expressing my opinions these days. Lord knows, we have too much vitriol in our world to deal with already.

I do Not wish to contribute to That and if you catch me ‘back-sliding’, please call me out on it.

Respectfully,

Mister Lance ‘Eddie’ Marcom

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Alright! After All That ‘Preamble’ and if You-Are-Still-Here…

Here is the post I have been trying to post:

“A like is a like of course of course

“And everyone loves a like of course

“Unless of course

“The like is from the Famous Mister Ed…

(Who is just a horse and not a real person)

“Go right to the source and ask the horse…

“Do you read before you enforce

 “That this is a post that you’d endorse?

“He’s always on a steady course…

“Talk to Mister Ed.”

Readers!

Readers!

“My Kingdom! For Readers!”

This rant is certainly not directed at those of you who actually read my scribblings. It is directed at those few, those happy few who… Never mind:

Y’all catch my drift, as I am certainly not the only one who experiences this.

And in Closing, Allow Me To Say This About That:

Please Don’t Hesitate To “Like” A Post Of Mine Now Because You Mistakenly Assume I Will Be Wondering,

Where Is The Frickin’ Comment?”

I No Longer Think That Way

So ‘Like’ Away!!

Cheers To All My Good Friends Out There in ‘Radio Land’.

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Comments from the original post below. (Best to start at the bottom and read your way up. Makes more sense that way.)

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LAMarcom June 18, 2014 at 18:37 Edit

And likewise.

🙂

janeybgood June 18, 2014 at 15:53 Edit

No problem Lance, I’m glad to “meet” you 🙂

LAMarcom June 18, 2014 at 15:46 Edit

Bona-fide speed reader!

Awesome (I read fast too and sometimes I also out-type my brain, which can have unfortunate consequences….at times)

😉

Thank you very much for your visits and commentary.

Always makes my day to have feedback.

Cheers,

-Lance

janeybgood June 18, 2014 at 15:41 Edit

Believe if or not, I did read it that quickly because I’m just that good 🙂

Succinct and brilliant! I,like, totally liked it.

Teela Hart June 7, 2014 at 03:24 Edit

🙂

LAMarcom June 6, 2014 at 08:29 Edit

Of course.

😉

Teela Hart June 6, 2014 at 06:40 Edit

I’ve always loved Mr. Ed.

And a comment is a comment of course of course. 😀

LAMarcom June 6, 2014 at 00:18 Edit

Funny paradox, ain’t it? Catch 22?

LAMarcom June 6, 2014 at 00:15 Edit

Exactly how my mind works!

Hahahaha

Yep

Thanks for not being a ‘bot’.

Laughing. See? You made me laugh.

Now here is your token for a free Lone Star Beer redeemable at Lackland O Club only.

😉

happierheathen June 6, 2014 at 00:08 Edit

So, then, you’re writing for those who never read your stuff so won’t know of it anyway. It makes perfect sense to me.

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As Promised and Foretold:

Wonderful World of Worthy Writers!

We are, each of us, all of us, complicated, worthy people, full of brightly brilliant ideas, passionate passions, boundless potentials and infinite possibilities.

We are “Writers,” which makes us just a little bit different, special, and weird.

(In a very good way)

We each have our own personal foibles, strengths, weaknesses, levels of humanity, quirks, degrees of sanity, degrees of insanity, levels of intelligence, variances of meanness, variances of kindness, oscillating magnitudes of mood, cascades of creativity, brilliance of brevities, vacillating verbosities, and on and on…

In short we are all individuals possessing something unique that only each unique one amongst us can share.

And THAT, My Dear “Special Writer-Friends” is what makes this vocation so Magical.

And so very fulfilling and so very rewarding.

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Ninety-Nine Percent of my Writing is Autobiographical.

And I know from visiting the Blogs, that most of my Fellow Writers, at the very least, Write a good deal of same.

For me, I find it healthy and cathartic.

Your mileage may vary.

But remember Socrates’ renowned statement,

“The unexamined life is not worth living.”

Content Credit: “School of Life”

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Some of us have our own personal agendas.

Some of us do not.

Yet, We, each and every one of us, is worthy: Agenda Full, or Agenda Empty.

Honestly, I am fresh out (of agendas) currently, but I am shopping for one to rent.

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Upon ‘Sober’ Reflection…

(Yes! I have Quit for Good, The Drinking–Having Chosen Life Over Death Because I still have years and years and years worth of shit I want, need, to write and to share.)

Yes! Upon sober reflection, I realize I DO have an agenda after all: My ‘agenda’, modest as it may appear, is to spread a little joy and deliver a bit of enrichment into the people’s lives who honor me by investing some of that most valuable, finite commodity we ALL share:

“Time”

I work very diligently not to waste even one single moment of yours, because there is no such thing as a ‘Money-Back-Time-Guarantee’.

“Love It, Or We’ll Refund All Your Time Spent. With Interest. No Questions Asked! Guaranteed!”

Sorry. Don’t work that way.

Some of us are Brilliant, Talented Writers.

Some us are just getting started and may need advice from time to time. Just ask; you will most likely get an inbox overflowing full.

“So, You Want To Be A Writer?”

Street Cred for Vid: Shea, Et al.

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Some of us are polished, published, poets, prose-writers, playwright professionals, some of us are copywriters, some of us are even journalists, some of us are a combination of a few or of them all.

Some of us have genetic talent.

Some of us must work harder at it.

Most of us suffer Writer’s Block from time to time:

Content Credit: “Ivan Kander”

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But the fact that we are all here, grinding out word after word,

Proves our worth and our respect for our craft.

And the Fact that you are reading these words right now proves you have respect for your fellow writers in Our Wonderful Writer’s Community

I think what my ‘message’ is trying (and most likely failing) to eloquently say… is that I love the writers in my fellow writer community.

We all have worth.

(Well except for that worthless schmuck who don’t like Lenny Bruce… and Y’all know I am even just kidding on that.)

“Thank You Mask Man”

Video Share Credit: ThankYouMaskedMan1

Kinda

Not Really!

Never kid About Comedy; Comedy is Serious Business!

Never Joke About Lenny; Lenny is Serious Business!

And if Y’all Think I’m a Serious Person, and not joking, I am gonna purchase you a one-way ticket to ‘The Re-Education, Never-Take-Lance-Too-Seriously Gulag Facility’, recently re-modeled and up-graded–it has running water now.

And Gulag Goulash Every Saturday Night.

–Lance, Your Humble & Worthy Servant, Who Loves, and Respects, All of ‘Y’alls’.

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Bonus ‘Added Value’

Shakespeare & Marlowe:

Credit: Miramax

I am fleshing out a stand-alone on this song, dropped in below ….

No. that is a lie.

I wanna write about Michelle. And only Michelle.

And I shall.

Only write about Michelle.

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But now…

I need sleep

Right now.

I need some sleep.

Stay tuned

Vid Cred: Folk Experience