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  • Re-Decorating By Carmen…

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    Those of you who have been reading Brainpan Leakage on a regular basis have probably noticed a change or two over the past couple of days. Nothing major… Just stuff like the virtual sofa is now against the South wall, the recliner has some new rips in the Naugahyde, and the coffee table is upside down on top of the bookcase…

    Okay. So the changes are a bit on the major side…

    “What prompted this?” you ask.

    Well, it’s like this. An out of control WordPress Update with out-of-state vanity plates reading “VER 2.9”, jumped the curb and ran right through the front wall of my blog.

    Really…

    It was a mess…

    Fortunately, nobody was hurt… Well, my feelings were a little damaged, but then I’m a Pisces and we know how that can happen. Being the loving wife she is, E K hated seeing me in such a state, so she slapped me around a bit to put things into perspective. Once she was finished abusing me I went off to nurse my wounds and ruminate on the fact that things could definitely be worse. Suddenly… well, once I stopped bleeding… the world looked quite a bit brighter.

    And so, here it is in a nutshell. The out-of-control vehicle called WordPress “Carmen” came crashing through the wall, just as I said. Upon doing so, it leaked fluid from the radiator all over my carpet and dumped oil on my knick-knacks

    To translate – my theme, or as some would call it “Skin,” is equivalent to the carpet. My plugins are equivalent to my knick-knacks… By way of further translation, there were, to say the least, some major compatibility issues between my theme, some of my plugins, and the latest version of WordPress.

    Now, I’m not about to complain. WordPress is free. So are the third party plugins and themes. If I was paying for it, I’d probably have a gripe. But, hey,  since I’m not shelling out any cash I’m not about to point any fingers. An upgrade is an upgrade, and sometimes you have to make a few modifications in order for the new part to fit. Sooooo, I simply retrieved my mop and bucket from the closet and cleaned up the mess. Then I visited the hardware store for the necessary items to effect repairs. Finally, I consulted with my interior design consultant – read,  E K – and did myself a bit of redecorating.

    No worries… I think it came out looking fantastic… Of course, E K is responsible for the aesthetics.

    And, besides, it had been a year or so. It was time for a fresh coat of paint around here. I just hope VER 3.0 waits a while before crashing through the wall of my den.  I’m just now starting to get comfortable with the new digs…

    However, if another collision is the plan, I would like to suggest to the development team at WordPress central that the project name for 3.0 be designated, “Evil Kat”…

    More to come…

    Murv

  • I Just Stumbled Across Your Profile…

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    And so the dance of deception begins…

    What dance? What deception? Read on…

    newspaperIn recent months some of the news organizations had their work cut out for them battling against slow news days. By “slow news days” I mean those stretches where the only news was the same old sucky economy and healthcare debate. Nothing new… No dead celebs, no scandals that hadn’t already been beaten to death, no multi-tuplets, and no shocking tragedies.

    They needed something to wax poetic about, as usual, and so they filled the “news holes” with feature programming. One in particular that stood out from the crowd – for me, at least – was when they dusted off a bit of psychology coupled with the Internet. I probably took notice of it because of my fascination with the human condition and how our minds work, but something tells me I’m not the only one had an interest in this subject. (Duh, Sellars! Why else would they be doing the reports you doofus? Yes, I know, sometimes I can be Captain Obvious Doofus Guy…)

    What am I babbling about? Simple – the news programs ran some feature reports about the “wisdom of looking up your old flames on the Internet.”

    Is it wise to do so?

    Is it not so smart after all?

    And, what is it you are really after?

    Well, personally I found these reports to be interesting, again, because of my fascination with psychopathologies and what makes people tick. They were nothing new. There have been articles about this before, but the statistics and correlations between them and other statistics (divorce for instance) keep changing… And not necessarily for the better.

    However, as usual I thought their reports were a bit stilted and incomplete. By that I mean, they skewed it to make things sound like people don’t harbor subconscious intentions, and we all know that’s not true. But, moreover, they didn’t really get into the warning signs of the whole “what are you really after” factor. They had psychologists babbling about how it really isn’t a good idea to go in search of old flames because you might get in over your head, but they were simply paying lip service to the advice. No substance. No admissions that intentions aren’t pure. And most especially, no red flags for the prey of the “old flame hunters” out there who end up sliding down that slope as well if they aren’t careful.

    Well, being a somewhat public figure, as mentioned in the past I have actually had to deal with stalkers a time or two. And, while not exactly the caliber of stalkers, I have also had to deal with old flames looking me up.

    Yes, I know it comes as a shock to many of you, but I actually dated before becoming an indentured servant to the Evil Redhead. And, I know it’s an even bigger shock to discover that any of them would actually want to look me up after managing to get rid of me… Well, just imagine how surprised I was as well, so there…

    exgirlfriendcandleBut, moving right along… Said flames have ranged anywhere from a “quick flick of the Bic” to “long lasting bonfires.” However, the common thread and most important point about them is that they have long been extinguished and there are no smoldering embers – at my end anyway.

    Now, I should point out that there is a difference between an old friend and an old flame. If you don’t know what that is, go back to 5th grade health class and watch the birds ‘n bees filmstrip again (yeah, dating myself…) And, there is a huge difference between looking up an old flame and looking up an old flame then contacting them.

    Especially if the old flame happens to be married.

    These latter two points are exactly what I am talking about.

    So, while I don’t even begin to consider myself an expert on the subject, I do happen to have more than just a bit of experience in this area, as well as some intense background studying irrational behavior (I write about sociopaths, remember?)

    Admittedly, I hold no degrees in the subject of psychology. But, as noted, I write fiction for a living, and as any fiction author can tell you, we are lifelong students of human behavior. It’s how we make our stories real. So, while we aren’t licensed to help you cope with your clinical depression, odds are we can spot a bullshit artist quicker than your average bear. And yes, that talent also draws from the old adage, “it takes one to know one,” as fiction authors are bullshit artists by trade. What makes us different from other BS’ers is that we readily admit it.

    So anyway, it recently dawned on me that perhaps I could put my powers of BS X-Ray vision to use for the good of mankind, and at least partially fill the void left by the feature news programs. Especially since it is “that time of year” – yes, the holidays – which as it turns out is when statistically there is a sharp rise in the number of “old flame contacting” occurrences. (I have a pet theory that Dan Fogelberg and his song, Same Old Lang Syne are directly responsible for this phenomenon. I call it the Fogelberg Unwanted Creepy Kook Marriage Encroacher Effect or FUCKMEE for short.)

    To that end, I am offering here a “red flag dictionary” of sorts. A modest listing of phrases often used – and reused – by “old flames/flings on the prowl.” The thing is, they appear perfectly innocent at first, but when unwrapped they look absolutely nothing like the representation on the outer packaging.


    EMAILED PHRASE/QUESTION WHAT IT ACTUALLY MEANS

    I just happened across your [insert social network] profile… I have been scouring the entire world wide web for months, and even wasted 20 bucks on Intellius.com for out of date info, all in order to find you because I am kind of a creepy weirdo who has become inexplicably obsessed with you after all this time…
    You look good…
    Damn! You’re still just as hot as I remember/even hotter than I remember. I, on the other hand, didn’t age all that well. Wanna hook up?
    I’ve always wondered where you ended up…
    I have been experiencing really intense masturbatory fantasies about you on a daily basis. Sometimes twice a day. Especially when I am off my medication.
    You look happy…
    I am –
    a) not happy in my marriage
    b) going through a nasty divorce
    c) divorced
    d) really horny
    e) both d and any other item above
    – and am hoping the same is true for you so that we can hook up and do the nasty…
    Maybe we could have lunch and catch up…
    Screw lunch and catching up. What I’m really after here is a nooner, just like old times…
    We had some good times, didn’t we?
    Remember that time we f*cked each other stupid in the back seat of my Gremlin? Wanna see if we can re-create a memory? By the way, can you still do that thing with your tongue?
    I’m happy to see you doing so well, you deserve it…
    My self-esteem is shot here. My spouse doesn’t understand me, the kids are driving me nuts, the dog has mange, and the hamster peed on me while I was cleaning its cage. Please tell me you feel as trapped in your relationship as I do, and that you are looking for a fling, because that is exactly why I am contacting you in the first place…
    I can’t believe it’s been this long since I’ve been in touch with you…
    I’m drooling at your profile pic and touching myself… A lot.
    I can’t believe we lost touch, and I’m so glad I found you…
    I can’t remember why we broke up, but I seem to recall sex with you was pretty good. I’m really horny and I’d like to f*ck you right this minute. As it happens, I’m parked across the street from your house in a dark sedan, so if you’re game I’m waiting…
    My [insert family member] still live(s) in [insert your city / town]
    Even though I am living XX states away, I come into your town on a regular basis to visit family. Every time I’m there I cruise past your house several times, but your spouse is always home. Why don’t you give me your cell number so we can hook up and f*ck for old time’s sake.
    Your wife / husband is a really lucky gal / guy…
    I hate that f*cking bitch/bastard because they have you and I don’t. I’m really hoping you hate her/him too because I really want to do you in a cheap motel room.
    So, do you have any kids?
    Are your kids old enough so that you won’t feel guilty about having an affair? Or, are they young enough not to notice your indiscretions and rat you out to your spouse? (For women being hunted down by an old boyfriend this may also mean, “Can you fit into your daughter’s school uniform? If the answer is yes, are there any pictures?”)
    I’ve done okay for myself…
    Choose All That Apply
    a) I got out of prison a year ago and my parole officer is pretty easygoing
    b) I work part time at Burger Palace and live in my mom’s basement
    c) Alimony and child support are killing me
    d) I took my ex for everything he had, which wasn’t much.
    But, enough about me. If you want to hook up let me know.
    So, what does your wife/husband do for a living?
    Choose All That Apply
    a) Does your spouse have a job that requires travel? Because I will gladly time my visit to coincide with when she/he is out of town.
    b) Maybe you can pick up the tab for the motel room?
    c) Any chance you’ll be rolling in it if you divorce her/him?
    By the way, can you still do that thing with your tongue, because I’m having that masturbatory fantasy again…

    And there you have it.

    While the “what it really means” column was presented with a bit of over-the-top, tongue in cheek verbiage for the entertainment value, it isn’t actually far off the mark. The stark reality is that more often than not, the gist of the “hidden sentiments” are exactly the same as those listed above, even if the words themselves aren’t. Word choices have meaning, both obvious and hidden. They are hooks, they are invitations, they are designed to evoke a response. Ask any writer – it’s what we do.

    FreudStatistically, the whole old flame thing is a slippery slope. If you don’t believe me, here’s a link to an article written about it back in 2006 – Think Twice. The one thing in this particular article I take exception with is the idea that these things start innocently. This is where I step out over the abyss and state that I think perhaps writers just may know a little bit more about human nature than psychologists doing experiments with a room full of chimpanzees, a crate of bananas, and some bad porn tapes. Primarily because of the fact that a simple universal constant is always ignored, that being – nobody is completely innocent after the onset of puberty. Yes, the “father of modern psychology,” old Sigmund himself (the psychiatrist, not the sea monster) said that, “Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.” Well, that’s true. But, it’s the intent of the person holding said cigar that is at issue here.

    Furthermore, I would posit that rather than being the norm for an old flame or fling to contact someone out of the blue after several years simply because they care how they are doing, it is in fact the complete opposite – extremely rare. Whether conscious or subconscious, in contacting an old flame or fling, a person is hoping to re-kindle a feeling that once existed because it is something that is currently missing from their life. And, as noted in the article, the percentage of these “old flame contacts” has grown because the internet has made it easy to chase people down.

    But, you need to be aware, people don’t go looking for you unless they want something. That’s a hard, cold fact.

    Take it from someone who has not only been on the receiving end of such contacts, but knows others who have as well. There’s an entire story written between the lines, and it’s not Hallmark material…

    And trust me dear readers, that is non-fiction…

    More to come…

    Murv