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Home is elusive. When we think about this word, we might picture different physical locations. And while home is often found on a map, it can also be less tangible: a loved one, a state of mind.
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“Call me old fashioned, but…”
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“I can’t sing, dance or act, but it never stopped me from doing any of those things”
Who am I?
Today’s assignment: Write and publish a “who I am and why I’m here” post on your blog.
Who am I?
Gun Roswell, residing in the fine city of Espoo Finland. Enjoying life as we know it (yes there is life beyond the world wide web). Enjoying travelling and trying to visit exotic places. Well if you can call visiting the cities in a fifty kilometer radius exotic, then yes.
I have been a tinker, tailor, solder, sailor… not really, but DJ, customer quack, salesperson and a duck.
I am currently acting as a blogger, storyteller, photo snapper, video doodler and a closet screenplay writer on my spare time. During the day I pretend to be an IT expert and gotten away with it for the last twenty odd years (Oops! Hope my boss isn’t reading this!).
My passion is to write, write and write some more. And maybe snap a few photos in the process.
I guess I started scribbling when I got my first crayons and started learning my alphabet around five years of age. I have been and guess still am a little shy about my writing and a lot in the closet where writing is concerned. This is actually my third attempt in writing publicly. And the second time publishing on the world wide forum of the internet.
After my first attempt to sell a screenplay with the feedback “Too American for our taste” from a Finnish production company, I stopped writing for a while. Then I restarted after the internet was invented (not!). Actually, there were no blogs nor social media way back then. Just simple handmade sites with no feedback options. That was during the dark ages where Stone knives and bearskins were common place. A chisel was needed to carve the letters in stone, no one had even heard of a computer.
Why am I here?
I truly hope this isn’t a meaning of life kind of question, because as wise as I may think I am, I don’t think I can answer that question.
But seriously, I am here to make friends.
(ANGRY BEEP!)
Wrong answer?
“This is not Bloggers best friend race!”
It’s not? Sorry my mistake.
“Cut, cut, cut!”
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“Line?”
(Muffled sound in the background) “I am here to learn to write, connect with other bloggers and get feedback on my work.”
I am here to learn to write, connect with other bloggers and get feedback on my work.
Was that OK, or do we need another take?
“It was fine.”
Are you sure? Because I think I can do better.
“It was fine! Trust me!”
OK then!
“That’s a wrap everyone!”
So that is it, me, myself and I.
Thanks for reading! You have been a great audience!
“Coffee – the finest organic suspension ever devised. It’s got me through the worst of the last three years. I beat the Borg with it”Captain Kathryn Janeway
The Four Options Of Coffee
1) Good
2) OK
3) Drinkable
4) Yak
How to recognize bad coffee:
1) Looks like tea, doesn’t taste like tea and certainly not like any coffee you’ve ever tasted!
2) Sticky gooey stuff sticks on your tongue: Looks like tar, tastes like tar!
3) Your face twitches in a funny way: Not funny good, but funny bad.
4) Coffee with milk: Except when it’s ice coffee, with lots of coffee, a little ice and hardly any milk.
You know it’s an excellent cup when the coffee is:
1) Black.
2) The spoon melts in it before you manage to stir.
3) You have a burned after taste in your mouth for several hours after your last cup of the day.
4) It’s ten o’clock in the evening and you are still drinking it.
Note: Why you would actually stop drinking coffee at any hour is beyond me!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 