[Gossamer's Scrapbook] The Ethereal Canyon I

[Stitch]

-rolls up my sleeves-

And heeeeere weeee go.

I am not so sure what you are hoping to achieve with this blog. You basically name out who we talked about in private, you just fail to actually say their name. And here I thought I could come to you and talk about something confidentially.

Don't throw up blogs and scraps filled with personal in-your-face fuck-you type material that seems to be angry that other people don't suffer like you do.

This seems familiar.

Conversely, stop caring. Image isn't everything.

Sometimes I wonder. I got blessed out awhile ago by someone who felt like they were being a bad guy. I thought that person didn't care either.

I was very hurt that Stitch thought I was the origin of said rumors though, at least enough to feel the need to 'test me'. And that tells me volumes, believe me, about how he must see me. This is good information to know, but in the long run its not something that's going to effect my happiness. It just tells me he doesn't understand me at all. If someone offended me with their actions, I'd just go tell them. No need to start rumors. Besides, if I did want to start one, I'd do it with real style. Him. Tarot. On the beach, enjoying a tropical vacation together. Id' even arrange the Photoshopped pics to back up this new 'fact' according to Jen.

You tend to spread rumors about people. You have done it before, and you will do it again. I heard from several people that you were the one to spread said rumor, so I came to you to see if it was true. If it hurts you this much that I would do so, then I will make a mental note to not verify such things in the future.

No need to provide phots of said vacation. I already took them.

Reread through some of your blogs sometime, and see how much of them apply to you. I don't have the time to make a point by point bulletin, but it angers me when you write blogs like this, and a lot of them could apply to you. Rumors are spread about you, continue to do so, and I know that you hate them. It depends on the day of the week. So why the heck do you do it? Rumors about anyone are mean. It isn't that hard to just shut up, and play the game.

<3 <---------passive aggressive heart.

I am off to work.

[Siiri]

Guys, seriously...

I'm secretly awesome.

Now the rumors can stop.

[Gossamer]

. Feedback Tuloth - Glad you have your status update for today. Happy to help there. Dusk - The rumors are all about you. They always are dear. Cheshire - Thanks for understanding and agreeing somewhat. Stitch - I think you missed the point. Don't blog if you don't want people to talk. I'm speaking solely of the butthurt people feel when they do start talking and the irony involved when those people then get upset that their discourse or action then leads to rumor. I felt it was more than time someone pointed this out. If you don't like criticism, don't open yourself up to it. I'd be hypocritical if I wrote this blog and then got upset that people talked about it. I'm not remotely upset. I'm sorry if you are. But "testing" people is a bit over the top. Think about how that looks to them. Sometimes just asking them is good enough. Siiri - This is something we already know. Thank you for stating the obvious or at least pointing this out for our newer viewers. Wait? Do we have viewers or readers? I think we have readers. *ponders* And I actually don't spread rumors though I have been known to talk about them if they are already rampantly spread. I do talk about things that happen that are fact. Don't confuse the two. Just because you weren't there and were told a story afterwards doesn't mean its a rumor. It's a retelling. Rumors are a stories or statements in general circulation without confirmation or certainty as to the facts. You might suspect I spread the last rumor that went around (that I know about), but what you don't realize is that the people who told me the rumor know they told me the rumor and that I came back at them instantly with a ten point treatise on why it couldn't possibly be true (without revealing the real reason why it couldn't be) before I went... "Well... maybe it is. I'd better go ask the subject in question". I did ask. We talked. Wasn't true. Again, that's human nature. People talk. People LOVE to talk about scraps. The last one rumor I only cared about if it was true or not was because it meant that if it was true someone I really care about and respect lied to me completely out of the blue and unprovoked. Turned out it wasn't true and he didn't lie. But herein lies the dilemma. Do I go ask him outright and find out his side and know for sure? Or do I keep quiet and forget I heard it and always secretly in the back of my mind question his validity? I'm the confronting type. I was told something in confidence and I've kept that confidence. But the point was I flat out asked him because that confidence would have been shattered otherwise. He talked. We were cool afterwards. I hate being lied too. Several people on this site can attest to this. They've done it to me outright and later came back and apologized for doing so when they could not perpetuate the lie anymore. Once you cross that line and I see you doing it, I don't care if your Mother Teresa, something between two people is lost - something important. And its hard to get that something back. So, in conclusion... it is what it is. And I'm quoting someone who was quoting someone else there. That doesn't make it a rumor. It is what it is. Fact.

[Stitch]

Criticism is the judgement of the merits and faults of the work or actions of an individual or group by another (the critic). To criticize does not necessarily imply to find fault, but the word is often taken to mean the simple expression of an objection against prejudice, or a disapproval.

I don't see how this is criticism. It is mean and hurtful. It doesn't help anything. You don't go directly to the person. Why wouldn't you just confront them, instead of spreading it?

I am sorry if I sound like I am specifically targeting you. I am yelling at several people.

And there was no test. There is no way to test what I was asking. I have several people who said one thing, and then you, who said another. I just believe both sides, pretty much. Sorry if you thought I was testing you. I thought I was upfront and clear. I still don't see the difference between the two words we discussed.

[Gossamer]

Stitch, sounds like we are talking apples and oranges here.

[Stitch]

Your mom likes apples and oranges. >>

And for the record, you are correct. I want the Tarot fantasy. Not the Gillar or Tom Cruise. I want Tarot. I want to be his Angel too. <3

[Gossamer]

. More To Say... My advice wanted or unwanted: Stay out of all this gossip and rumor bullshit. If someone comes to you with a problem, sure listen to them if you'd like, but cut them off if you can. If you truly don't like rumors, don't repeat them even in the name of getting to the bottom of them. Don't let your burning curiosity drive you. Don't go run around trying to solve the problem or get to the heart of the problem. Did it ever occur to you that those actions might be just exactly what someone wants? There's so many sad sad people on the net that need attention, want to be 'saved' or 'accepted' or 'defended'. Don't save, accept or defend them. It's not going to help them in the long run. Help them learn to save, accept, and defend themselves. Teach them to guard their sensitive issues closely so no one can use them as weapons. You'll be doing something productive, healthy, and a great deal more wholesome. And an aside: If I start a rumor (and yes I have in the past!), I'm going to be proud of the rumor I start and readily own it.. but only after its gone around a bit and done its work. I need to get something out of it to make it worth my time - infamy, humor, or repute. Starting rumors that stain my hands, like calling someone a debase name isn't what I'm all about. If you really know me, you'll know that. There's a concept called the provo dell'acido - the acid test that Cayenne reminded me of. "What's in it for me?" and "What's in it for them?" When it comes to rumors. The best investigations of rumors start there. I have a ban capability. If I truly am annoyed by someone rather than simply feel sorry for them, I use it. I don't need to slander them to make myself feel better. I go plant flowers for that.

[Dusk]

OH MY GOD Did you hear the rumor about Dusk? She EATS KITTENS! RAW! WITHOUT SAUCE!

*crowd gasps*

Also, she never replies to anything. What a bitch.

[Gossamer]

. I've Been Crazy Busy! Summer in the northwest comes fairly rapidly, without warning, and lingers not at all. You might have one good month in the entire season, and literally we had no spring whatsoever. However, in the last four days we've had nothing but sunshine. It almost hit 80 on saturday, which caused the national weather service to issue a severe heat warning for the area. I kid you not. Anyhow, that means here at the Gossamer/Gillar household, we went into overdrive. Not only did we fix fence, mow, plant, clean flower beds, and decorate. We finished building our entire raised bed system for our garden and planted. I've been planting decorative pots like mad. I'll post some pictures here so you guys know what I'm talking about, especially the garden and deck. In fact, sunshine is so rare where I live that they were talking about it on the news ... we haven't had an 80 degree day for a year. I think most people in the Pacific Northwest suffer terribly from seasonal disorder due to the perpetual grey skies and rain. So when it is nice, we bail outside and never look back. In fact, it was so nice out last night my horses spent all night out in the pasture. I can't remember the last time they were all out all night. Small raised bed. This contains my misc. things that can all grow together safely and happily. This looks tiny but its about twelve feet long... maybe longer. All these plants are babies started from seed. These are about four feet wide. This is my large raised bed. It's the length of a large sized semi truck, so about 60+ feet long. I know because one often parks here! You can't see all the plants, and keep in mind most of them are babies. These beds are about four feet wide give or take a few inches. Now we get to the deck pictures. Notice the cat rules the new furniture and Mojo has left a squeaky toy laying around. More furniture with my flower pots planted. Most all this stuff has been grown from seed. Note Gillar's computer and refreshment hanging out. Here's a few from sitting under the cover. Here's the plain side of the deck. Since this picture was taken, I've got pots scattered around freshly planted and a ton of deck rail pots that hold peas which will drape down over the deck and do just fine without peapole strings. And finally, a new pic of Mojo smiling. He likes the sunshine too. Can you believe hes almost 9 months old now? So anyhow, other than having the Svefra almost done, that's all thats been going on with me. It's a lot, a whole lot, but its worth it. .

[Gossamer]

. Horses! And because the horses are enjoying the hot summer sun so much as well, I thought I'd snap some pictures of what I see out my back window as I wrote the previous blog. They look so cute in the buttercups that are oddly blooming in our pasture I thought I'd share. Last year it was shasta daisies running wild. I can only imagine what next year will bring. This first shot is of Cat (Catatina) and our mini donkey Tucker. Cat is a full blooded registered black arab that's so laid back people just love her. She's my husbands riding horse. This is of Becky. She's been a registered Belgian Draft. I ride and drive her. This is Mina, she's a half arab half friesan sporthorse. Being three, she's still growing in spurts and looking awkward. Right now her feathering is just coming in and her rear end is the size of a house. She has a floating trot that's gorgeous, but right now she's got a little fluff on her from the winter inactivity. This last one is of Sunny, an american warmblood. She's 28 now, but she's the horse I've ridden up and down the west coast on the Pacific Crest Trail.