Lets get together over a glass of…?

As, hopefully by now my regular readers will now know I’m strictly not allowed alcohol because of all the pills I’m on for my spine, and my brain, and everything else that has failed, but anyway… Doesnt stop me laughing about a story relating to the subject of drinking (or in this case, not drinking alcohol, does it? Yes, we’re on EMCSA story time again, and the next one might be too, depending on when I get to Betsy’s story. But for tonight…

https://mcstories.com/StraightToHerHead/index.html

Dont fall for the Author Name, this is not a hypno story, honest! To be honest, I’d love a date like this, and I wouldnt mind the job our ‘victim’ gets to do either! Except that with a major rebuild, me wearing that outfit, not really going to happen! So yes, no alcohol, no hypnosis, but a mind control story, honest. Yes, go read it, seriously! Great punch line too not what you will be expecting by then, for sure.

I cant in truth remember the last date, date that I went on. As for one like this, I only wish. But fine, I would love to be ‘set up’ like this, for sure. Yes, girls, and guys, a date for me doesnt have to end up romantic (in fact probably best for both if it doesnt), but fun like this, far more my scene. Oh fine, serving as a robot maid would be even better, but seriously…

Well, either that, or set up for some wealthy beau (male or female) from the 1920’s (with time travel?), as their cute flapper girl, or indeed, flapper maid would be fine by me! Well, wouldnt turn down a Marion Davies scenario, but anyway…?

Right, video time. A little glass of Champagne? Well, if only I could… Yes, I had this single 43 years ago, I have to say!

 

 

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Heading out of, or is that into my era?

One thing that a few people have noticed is that we’re about 6 months away from the roaring twenties again? Yes, I only wish. Jazz making a coming back, girls loosing themselves from the restrictions of the time, and doing just what they want to do, ignoring the old fuddy duddies!

Sadly, there is little sign of a major jazz comeback, though it might be a blessing that we dont have to rely on bootleg gin, and as for smoking, heaven forbid! Also, even worse, in some areas of the US at least, some people seem to want to take things back to the 1820’s, with men ‘owning’ women’s bodies, even if they are no relation of them. Yes, somehow I dont think this wild flapper would be very welcome in the ‘Deep South’, giggle!

But no, seriously, I’ll leave those frivolities to nearer the time, and see how much those doctors will let me misbehave, because of my brain issues, and stuff. Now, those nasty brain issues…

One thing I soon noticed after the first bout of brain seizures, let alone the more recent ones, was that I had a few more issues to deal with in my life. No, not to smoke, and drink illicit gin, if anyone was hoping for that.

The thing that very quickly became obvious was that my already limited mobility, due to the damage to my back, was wrecked far more. I’m assuming that some connection between my brain, and the motor skills that allow me to walk have been wrecked. On a good day, I can do about 600 yards each way, on a bad one, the stairs are a challenge! Seriously, if anyone in the UK has a mobility powered wheelchair that they arent using, or have need for any more, I could really do with one. No, I wont wait for a positive answer!

The other obvious one, to me at least, is the quality of my writing, and the difficulty in putting words together, with the letters in the right order, or tense. Yes, if you knew how many edits I do on a blog nowadays… and these are only about 500 words!

So writing long stories, oh please, darlings, not going to happen! But I’m determined to get one thing done, that I promised to someone, before the brain went bang! There has been an annual anthology for pieces for a fictional city with tons of Superheroes, and heroines, called River City. Over the years I’ve created a couple of characters of my own.

One, Robbie, Roberta Bayport had the misfortune to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and had her body turned into that of a Robot, hence her name. Fortunately she was rescued before her brain was erased, and made a mindless robot slave, but her body was beyond repair. Hence, she became a robotic super-heroine.

The other, quite literally is from a different era, hence her name of Flapper Girl. Though how that still works in the 1930’s, ask her! Or her proper name, Billie, Belinda Nicholson. Yes, she lives totally up to the whole Flapper image, and lets leave it there.

So yes, I can officially confirm, short of a neurological miracle, I’m currently writing my last pieces of any length, and even there, its hard work! I’ve now completed their 2 solo pieces, and now just have one last piece to do, involving a little convenient time travel, where they get together, for their goodbye. Except…the dear fun putting this all together has already got a story put together for Roberta. Sounds like he’s going to put her through the wringer, but I’m sure she’ll survive. He has also used Billie before, may use her again, who knows? And as for what Betsy might do with either of them, heaven knows?

But for me at least, I’m about 2,000 words approximately away from done, as things stand. As I say, they are going to get together, one of them might be time travelling, but not the one who usually does it. Who knows, maybe a neurologist, or a mad scientist (that would be fun) can sort out my brain enough to write again, but I’m not holding out great hope. So maybe then, I can really put Robotunit8 to bed as a writing name, as I’ve only been using it on the Archive, and nowhere else for a while now.

The two of them, walking off into the sunset, for me at least, I’d put good money on it, but I’ll go with the flow, for sure.

OK, the video, a bit of Flapper craziness. It says this was all film from the 1920’s, but I’m not quite sure?

Hustle to the edge

Fine, I had something to use for the other blog, so under my ‘one for one’ rules, I wanted to add something here as well. Given the other is the blog far more for LGBT issues, I needed to find something else for here. So go for my regular option in those circumstances, a mind control story one. Well, two stories, related in a sense, but…

https://mcstories.com/JezzAndEdge/index.html

https://mcstories.com/JezzAndEdgeTwo/index.html

Lets just say these 2 characters are great, though the author has written plenty of other good ones too, over the years. No, never met him (He’s in Florida, I sadly, am not), but he’s special to me, not only as a great author, but as a friend who has helped me out more than a bit, since my health has started to fail. Talking of which, if anyone does want to help an ‘old robot’ with back, and seizures issues, money is always welcome through here

https://ko-fi.com/merrybrooks

or you can paypal at robotunit8@hotmail.com if preferred? I think the commission they take is same at both?

I think the play off between Edge, and Jezz is just great. And yes, he doesnt always play fair, which always amuses me too. But the think about story 2, that really amuses me is not them, its the disco. Yes, it has a device that sets the room to any time between the 1910’s, and current day, depending on where the hand is set. As you will discover if reading this (and you should), its set in the mid 1970’s here. So everyone is mind controlled to think they are in the mid 1970’s, you get my drift? Sadly, at the end, the device gets a bit damaged, but my friend, the author assures me that is can be magicallyย  fixed to take me back to the late 1920’s, or early 1930’s, lol. Oh, wouldnt that be so much fun!

So yes, Chrystal Wynd, thanks for the financial support, and thanks for the stories too. Oh, and when that device is fixed, and ready to make me believe I’m a gin sipping, jazz loving, super dancing flapper, I cant wait. Sadly, I’m not sure it will really happen, but… ๐Ÿ˜‰

The video? One of those mid 70’s disco songs mentioned in the story, with some sexy young ladies (definitely not me, sadly) dancing to it. Just think 40-50 years earlier, Miss Clara Johnson did that sort of thing, only in the movies!

Just your imagination?

I have to be fair, and show my gratitude to someone at the MC Garden for tonight’s blog, thanks to a pertinent question he asked.

One of those things that I’ve seen that I’ve always fancied experiencing, but never have up to now, is Virtual Reality stuff. I know, those visors look a bit weird, and sadly, the full VR body suits never really seem to have caught on (cost, I’m sure), as they have been around for a couple of decades now, but I’ve never been in the right place, at the right time, so I’m still waiting, and not patiently for love. No, that song isnt the video, lol.

So forgive me if my knowledge of the field is a bit limited, but I gather you put the visor on, and what you see, isnt the real world. But like most of the modern movies, with a green screen, but anyway…

Anyway, the pertinent question asked was, if you could see yourself, in a Virtual Reality world, how would you like to see yourself, and what would you be doing? Oh fine, seeing myself as a silver robot might be fun, but unless it has the creative look of Maria, as opposed to the pure lines of Gort, its not the most exciting look, lets face it. I might enjoy it for a while, but…? Whats the point being a robot with free will, and sentient thought, lol? ๐Ÿ˜‰ Maybe in the future VR will work on the mind, as well as the eyes, but not in my lifetime, I suspect.

On the other hand, seeing myself in a speakeasy bar, as a cute, young, reasonably pretty flapper, with an alcoholic drink in my hand, now wouldnt that be fun? I know, wouldnt be the real me, but even so…

Or I guess, an alien, stood by her space craft, of whatever design, just maybe?

So how would you, readers, like to see yourself? I’ll make it easy, as I gather the effort needed to post comments on here can be complex. So, if you want to post on the Facebook, or Twitter threads mentioning this blog instead, please do! But please, at least a few of you, post somewhere, pretty please!

Video time. A song that is pretty old, but not quite as old as me. But fine, finding a live version was still fun!

 

Let me be my fantasy?

In truth, I dont seem to get to writing long pieces nowadays. Probably burnt myself out, given I’ve written nearly a century of them, but there is also, generally, the issue of time as well. Maybe I need a new challenge, and who knows, I might get to that some day sooner, or later?

What I have started doing recently though, over at one of the forums, is getting involved in what is termed a 55 word challenge. Basically, you write a short piece, of exactly 55 words, based on the prompt left by the previous person, and then leave one for the next person at the end. Its fun, or is when I have a prompt I can work with, and it doesnt take long, because its only 55 words. Probably spend as long checking I’ve got the word count right, as writing it!

So yes, here’s a treat for you, a short piece I’ve written, that beyond a few dozen people, no one has seen, or is likely to see. Yes, its playing to my kinks, but anyway, here it is…

“So Harlean, what would you like to be?” asked her Fairy Godmother, “Choice is entirely yours, just remember one thing, only one choice is permitted, then you have to live with outcome?”

Stay Yourself?
Shiny Robot?
Cute young flapper?
Fine Edwardian Lady?
Alien, with her own spacecraft?
Sweet Thirties chorus dancer?

“I’ve decided, I’ll be…?”

Yes, I deliberately didnt take the choice in the story, so that people could decide on my choice for themselves. So what do you reckon my decision would/should be?

Stay Yourself?

No, you’re right, wouldnt be me to take this choice, even if I have to live with the decision for the rest of my life, lets face it, I’m going to go for one of those transformations!

Shiny Robot?

Lets face it, not so long ago, this would have been an absolute no contest, this would have been my pick. But now… Yes, it would probably still rank as favorite, but plenty of the others would be very tempting, I must admit.

Cute young flapper?

There probably is a critical factor on this one, to live, and have fun as a flapper, I would need to be cute, and young. Oh, and allowed to drink hooch, lol! Lets just say one thing, I’d make sure my investments in 1929 werent in stocks and shares! ๐Ÿ˜›

Fine Edwardian Lady?

I probably only included this because of my latest work in Blackpool, to be honest. Not that I would mind, as long as I was a fine lady, ideally with someone to tie me tightly into a corset! But no, I’d pass on that Transatlantic trip on the Titanic, lol!

Alien, with her own spacecraft?

Oh fine, this would be so much fun! Whizzing around, either in space, or around the Earth would just be so great. Especially as it seems humans quite enjoy aliens being a bit careless about being sighted, lol!

Sweet Thirties chorus dancer?

Yes, again this is subject to be given suitable dancing skills, as well as youth! I guess this one pretty much comes down to just wanting to know what Clara Johnson’s life was like, I guess?

So, given a free choice, but a one off, you have to live with your decision call, which do you think I should choose? I’m pretty sure I’d want to try something new, given the chance, so staying myself isnt going to happen. I dont think the Edwardian Lady would top the list, but if offered the chance, as the only choice, I probably would! Of the others, absolutely no idea which I’d pick! If anyone wants to suggest here, on Facebook, or on Twitter, wherever you see this, give me a shout out!

Of course, I could always become a fine, French lady of the past, or the present, but thats a whole different story! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Right, video time. I dont often put up this sort of music, but the title sort of fitted, so I rolled with it.

Respectable clothing at 60?

Recently on Amazon, I saw a silk skirt that was described as long length, 20’s style, in silver. Fine, for me, that ticks all boxes, lets face it. And on receipt, I have to agree with everything but one tiny matter, the length! Maybe knee length (barely) was long for those daring young Flapper Girls in the 1920’s, but for me, at 60, when I see long length, I’m expecting at least calf, if not ankle, but anyway… Yes, as you’ve gathered, this long length skirt just about covers my knees when I’m standing up, and struggles to do so when sat down!

No, I’m not sending it back, as I say, its gorgeous, and a young cheerleader, or even a young Flapper would love it. But me, at 60, where it out, doing the flapper look, absolutely no chance! My legs may well be better than I believe they are (several have told me they are), but my knees arent a pretty sight due to surgical issues, so something this short, in public, no chance!

But what I was wondering, is what length do people regard as respectable for a woman of my age? Is flashing my knees, as a Flapper would, fine, or just the biggest no-no of all time? But what is OK? Just below the knee? Calf length? Ankle length? Is it just me being too modest, or am I wise not to wish like mutton dressed as lamb?

Before you ask, yes, I do wear dresses out that show some leg, from time to time. But I do make sure they’re safely below the knee, but now I’m wondering, is that just because I’m aware of the state of my knees, or is it just because I dont think its suitable for a 60 year old to wear? If anyone wants to advise before I pack for Seattle, feel free! Funnily enough, last year, I bought a dress on line that claimed to be calf length, but again, barely covered my knees, so never worn since. Yes, its pink, yes its gorgeously flapper, but for a woman of my age, wearing it out, my view is no!

But should it be that way?

Mind, thats not the only style of dress I love that i’m not brave enough to wear now. Lets ignore my crazy ‘leather’ skirt purchases, they are too short to wear out, but fine, I picked them up for virtually nothing, and they were fun to wear indoors once, but probably never again. But my leather trousers, should I really be avoiding them, just because of my age…?

And no, much though the idea of wearing latex clothing, especially a catsuit, might appeal to me, in my eyes, there is no way that a 60 year old should ever wear anything like that, so now I guess I never will. But is that the right attitude?

To be fair, there is one dear friend (Yes, Adriana, I mean you), who would happily convince me to dress up showgirl style, a la Clara Johnson without any thought whatsoever. And fine, maybe she’s right? Oh, and agreed, if I was talked into it, and no one else beyond close friends saw, I agree, it would be fun. But I can see her wanting me to go out, in showgirl mode, and have fun for an evening, but…is it the done thing?

So tell me, should I lighten up, and flash my knees (and maybe some body?), come what may, and just enjoy it, or am I wise keeping it at least relatively modest in look? What do you see as apt for a 60 year old? And no, as much as I would love to wear a Burqua just once, for the experience (and Muslim support), I hope you dont want me to go quite that far in cover up lol!

Right, video time. Being honest, these outfits are about as revealing as many that Clara had to wear, but these were seen on TV when children would have been watching! Oh those wild 70’s lol! But me, like Clara Johnson, dressed as a dancing queen, hmm?

Born too late, or is it too early?

One of the subject matters on one of the forums I visit this morning, was the matter of how AI is developing, and how it will lead in the next 50 years or so, to cybernetic/robot bodies for us to upgrade into, if we so wish, and lets face it, I would be one of those who would jump at the chance. And yes, thats what someone pointed out, saying that I had to be ready for that day to come around, and get downloaded into a lovely robot body

However, as I gently pointed out to him, unless it actually happens within, realistically, the next 10 years, its all going to be too late for me. I know, I might last a bit longer than that, though given all my physical issues now, I’m not sure I really want to, in this body at least! As for the best part of 50 years time, then yes, I’ll be long forgotten for sure, given I have no family to worry about me, once I go!

But yes, 20, or 30 years younger, and who knows, I might have got my wish? Of course, as this would have meant I didnt grow up with the likes of the early Star Trek, Dr Who, and the Carry On films (with their brainwashing, and wax work creation stuff), I might have felt differently about it all. Equally, Metropolis might have hooked me on the idea anyway, lol!

So fine, practically, if I have one last acting role in me, and I cant see any rush to provide it, then yes, I’d love to play a robot, or an alien, complete with really good outfit. Or fine, any decent outfit, but you get my drift! ๐Ÿ˜‰ Equally, a chance to play a flapper, again, wouldnt say no!

Or was I just born too late? Yes, I know, I’d have missed out on all these modern delights of life, but fine, I would have loved to have been a flapper in the 1920’s. Or equally, around the movie scene in the 1930’s in some role, a lot like Clara Johnson, either in acting extra roles, or with luck (and some unknown dancing skills), a chorus line dancer, or maybe more?

Equally, there are some that would say I would have enjoyed life as a 50’s housewife, which lets face it, is where the whole Stepford Wife image was created from, they’d be right! Even better as a real Stepford Wife, lol!

Which of course brings us back to the point mentioned at the start of this blog, the dutiful robot wives of the future. Sadly, by that point, some 50 years on, I’ll be gone, in this life at least. But maybe, next time around…?

Right, tonight’s video. This is a very old song (originally released the year I was born, 1958), and sadly, no film of the Pony Tails performing it on You Tube could be found. But I found this instead. I know nothing of the group, but its live, its of decent quality, so…