New Media Martini by Kay Ballard
New Media Martini by Kay Ballard
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With so much horror in real life, such as hair dressers who momentarily lose all pretense of having good sense and, unbidden, layer your bangs, who needs horror movies? Certainly not me. I confess I have never been a horror movie fan. Horror movies are scary, Darling! But maybe, just maybe, I will take what [...]
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The truth is complicated, but I assure you that the title for this post, this long overdue post, in my darling neglected blog, New Media Martini, is full of truth-y goodness. Because this post, is about love, fervent and less so. It is also about entertainment, or claims of entertainment. Or entertainment that is, at [...]
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I hate being predictable. Or maybe, what I hate is being told that I am predictable, except when I am told frequently in my dreams that predictably I am both adorable and modest. But regardless of my predictable preferences for reverent referents and my predictable preferences for being unpredictable, some things are undeniably predictable. One [...]
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I am a bold and silly woman which is sometimes difficult and time consuming given that I must spend so much of my time focused almost exclusively on being adorable and modest. And yet, I manage, which astonishes both you and me even though we have jointly come to expect me to have the energy [...]
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It has been a while since I have written here and I suspect that I am not to be forgiven which is a longish phrase with a meaning both similar, and yet not, to the word “unforgiven”—a word more literary and somehow defiant, neither of which, unfortunately to my misfortune, is accurate in the instant [...]
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A new feature! Yes, Citizen Reader, with advisory permission from darling Scotto, it has decidedly been decided that this darling blog, New Media Martini, will shoddenly take the path of excessive feature acquisition and unsteadily be the outstanding feature filled blog it has obviously and obsessively become. That was the preamble to my announcement of [...]
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I have spent a lot of time today with my head in my Kindle. Oh, my! I think we just ran into the logical limits of the expression “my head in a book.” But perhaps not, because I never meant it literally, since I am a confusionist. I am the child of a literal mother, [...]
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I have been beating around the bush here. Here where there are no bushes other than bushes of the figurative kind. The kind of bush you beat around in useless literary exposition known as beside the point or in hellish lengthy conversation so designated because it puts you in mind of a tour of hell [...]
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