Some day it will change, someday …
OK.
Blank sheet of paper.
Sheet of paper? It is just a monitor with a bunch of pixels turned white and bright. Hexadecimally ffffff. (255) (255) (255) in the simulation of a sheet of paper.
I remember typing on a Brother typewriter a few æons back. Pica typeface … no spellcheck, no italics, no bold. And you had to backspace to underline. Paper was NOT cheap for a budding writer back then, and you hated to waste a sheet of the precious stuff just to start over again. I think that is where I learned to hate poetry. Poets erase a lot, and to erase on a typewriter you had to backspace, get out the pencil eraser, and leave a gray smudge to type over.
And you needed a thesaurus and a dictionary on the bookshelf beside the table. There was no rhyming dictionary to help you over the stumpies … you had to have your thoughts in order before you put something down. Perhaps that is why so many writers from the middle of the century smoked pipes. Sometimes you just needed to sit back in your chair and let your mind go. But I quit smoking, so I am left with leaning back in my chair, taking a sip of coffee and wondering where to go next with this stream of consciences post.
Damn! There is that ubiquitous coffee cup again! This has morphed off into another coffee post.
*sip!*
The days are cooling finally. It will only get up to 96° today. Time to drag out the woolies. We get chilled at 75° here. The county has a burn ban, but perhaps later in the week a 40% chance of rain will give us some moisture. But if you never go outside anyway, it doesn’t matter. The house stays 75° all day, and 66° at night with the electric blankets set to toast.
So here is your morning coffee post … but dammit, I AM going to change that. Really. Yeppers! Some day it will change.
~r
Rusty's Armory 
October 2, 2019 at 12:14 pm
You’ll change into what? An evening beer post? *hic*
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October 2, 2019 at 12:18 pm
LOL! My evening posts scare the crap out of me … they tend toward the dark and apocalyptic …
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October 2, 2019 at 1:10 pm
*slurp* maybe you need some happy juice to brighten *hic* them up!
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October 2, 2019 at 1:21 pm
You know what I think about when I see that typewriter?
White Out. God, I hated that stuff…
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October 2, 2019 at 1:23 pm
I never had a bottle go dry until I bought my first PC with a word processor, and walked away from typewrites forever!
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October 2, 2019 at 4:00 pm
I learned to type on a manual typewriter and then we got an electric typewriter. Those were the good old days. Dad bought an ancient Royal at the flea market. I have no idea what happened to it, but I would love to have it today. In school, we had to learn to type on both kinds: manual and electric.Typing letters on air mail paper was a challenge. It was onion skin paper … and then there was carbon paper. Ack!
See what you’ve started? LOL … warm hugs!
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October 2, 2019 at 5:33 pm
I forgot about the carbon paper … what a horror that stuff was to correct …
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October 2, 2019 at 5:54 pm
I actually WANT a typewriter. I had been thinking that it might inspire me more than sitting here typing away on a laptop. And now you have given me an idea. I need a pipe, yes that should do it…
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October 2, 2019 at 5:56 pm
… depends on what you put in the pipe …
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October 2, 2019 at 5:57 pm
LOL, well I can think of a few things, but probably wouldn’t put anything in it. I just want to be a pipe smoking old broad. That would inspire me. I might go buy one, and an old typewriter.
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