Unlike spam, I have made a simple offer for over a year now: email me, and I will send you a postcard, and keep sending you a postcard as long as I live....for free.
No, there is no secret weight loss tip, no 17 days to abs of titanium, I am not a princess or a inheritor of a foreign country that needs to move millions. But unlike all of the former, I live a rather public life in the blog Screw Bronze. And I deliver.This is a limited time offer, because it is only as long as I live and I will die, and probably sooner than later. A year would be later. I would love to be here in a year reading the 'new spam'. And so, because I AM dying, in one of the more messy, gruesome ways people think, ‘Oh no, I can’t make this poor person’s life harder.’ Excuse me, but (BLEEP) you!!! What I do, and why I do it is my choice; I assure you, as long as the post office delivers, you will get a postcard – all you have to do is ask.
Or if you ask, then a person you care about will get a postcard: just ASK. Stopping me? Not without a shovel, shackles, two bags of concrete, iron grating and a crane. Accept it, you care, I get that but you ARE NOT going to stop me, why not allow me the dignity to use the life I have in the way I wish. That is MY choice. Asking: that is YOUR choice.Five Reasons to get a postcard.
1) You are sick and (BLEEPING) tired of having bills or bad news come in your mailbox
2) You would like something interesting to put up at the office, by your computer, at university, on a corkboard anywhere!
3) You are (choose one or more): bored, sad, tired, lonely, AWAY FROM HOME, at home too much, or searching for something different.
4) You are shy or you for any reason want to connect to someone, you want to have someone connect with you.
5) You are a caregiver, you know someone who is ill, who is unemployed, who has it hard, who is depressed, who is chronically ill: you and or they could use a little boost now and then.

There, done: I could have done 20 if you wanted but lets start with five.
As you can see there are quite the variety of postcards, from those who are for guys, dudes who like mecha to those who are for guys or girls who like guys who crush on guys (Luv svweet Luv!).
Or as one famous anime line goes, “No girl who reads manga hates yaoi! (boys who are fond of boys).” Or maybe you like girls, a lot of guys like to see girls (odd that), a lot of GIRLS like to see girls with girls.
Doesn’t matter to me, I am the confessor, you can tell me what you want (generally) and I will try to find it and send you a postcard, and the postcard will be tricked out in the back with things to amuse you, to make you laugh, to make five minutes of your life better.All of this is for free – well not totally free, because you have to choose. Pretend: Your name is Alex. Do you CARE enough about Alex to have a surprise postcard show up that will make you happy, to give you five better minutes of life?
A lot of people don’t. For yes, you only need to email me at mpshiel@hotmail.com with Postcard, or Postcard Project as the title and your name, address and some of your interests and I will respond to that email. For no, just stare and the screen and then scratch yourself.I did over 60 postcards this week, with the support of my sister primarily. It takes me a LONG time to do it because I have neuropathy, she has neuropathy, but she wants to help me, and I willingly and thankfully take that help.
Postcards leave me tired but happy. WHY?When I left high school, I had NO FRIENDS. I had my first university diploma sent to me in the post because the ceremony with no one to see hurt too much. I was SHY and awkward and though I was in classes, I was alone amoung a crowd of people. I made this project to let you know one thing: YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
I have someone who wrote to me for a postcard who is visiting soon, I have a sibling because in part of the postcard project, I know and love people all over the world who became friends through the postcard project. Yes, I tried Post Crossing and having someone random send me a postcard with no chance of return, no connection……it sucked. I have a return address on every postcard and I have an email which I respond sometimes within minutes. If you send me a postcard or a letter, I WILL send you a return postcard that weekend. BUT...it is your choice.

You know, or you should know (look around!), some people, some friends, some family who could benefit from getting some nice mail, something good happening to them, for no reason other than that good things DO happen. THIS (a random postcard just for them) is that good thing.
When a person gets cancer, people stop talking to them, when they get chronically ill people say not just stupid but stupid to the point of cruel things like “I’ll talk to you once you get better.” Or “I’ll think of you.” Oh great, while vomiting from Chemo they can know that while you carve up a hill of fresh snow on your snowboard you are THINKING of them. No, mostly what people are saying is, “I am scared of things I don’t know and you scare me, death and sickness scare me.” You know what, THAT is a choice. Say something stupid or DO something.
And that is what the postcard project is about: Choice. You have around you people for who you should care. You should care about yourself! In my life four different time I was so desperate, in so much in pain from depression and loneliness that I reached out,
called, or emailed to people who had said, “I will be there for you, no matter what.” Know what? Not a single person came through. I did however get on an 18 month waiting list to see someone about my imminent suicidal thoughts and acts (welcome to socialized medicine).I am not saying that I will be there for you in every way. I can't. Why? Because I am really sick, like dying sick. But I will tell you this: for over 80 weekends I have NEVER had a weekend I did not send out both postcards and small gifts. NEVER. When I bled, sometimes on the postcards, when I could barely see, with high fevers, I KEPT my word. Three thousand and seven hundred plus postcards. Yeah, 3,700 postcards: 60 postcards this week,
40 last week, 36 the week before, there was a 91 postcard weekend recently. Look down at the comments and see if there is ONE person who says, “You lied, you scammer.” Have postcards gone missing? Yes. I ask people if they haven’t gotten one in a week or two to email me and let me know. And a few people have and I sent another (a washi paper postcard bought in Japan),
and I keep sending them until one gets through. I send to almost every country in the world and I will send to you. If you make that choice, you will get a postcard, and if I live long enough, a couple, a bunch of postcards. But you have to choose.Since I have been ill I have not had a lot of visitors, in fact, not one ‘friend’ or sports competitor or companion, no cousins, no aunts, no uncles, nada. This is pretty much par for the course. It sucks, okay. Pain and alone. Now, you KNOW someone who is alone and home like me, or you should know about someone (ask!). You know your friend is going through a stressful time, the one who needs a laugh? Or you know a co-worker who thinks no one likes them? Oh how about that TOTAL JERK who has not a single friend. I will send them a postcard.
So tell them that you care, care enough to try, oh and you asked a woman who is literally sitting and waiting to care about them to send them some cool mail.
Oh, yeah, I got lots of university degrees and I could write another book, but I would rather do this, sit here and wait for the most important thing a human being can do: Make a choice.To care or to not care, even about yourself IS A CHOICE. This project is a chance to make a choice. After that, you can go back to not giving a damn about yourself or anything else (if that is your desire). You can decide that you do care about yourself (recommend this instead!).
In the last 80 weeks I have had a dozen people who have said or written that if I needed something, if I was in trouble to let them know. Eight of those people got bored and drifted away. Twice I reached out, one in total darkness and desperation to say, “an email, a letter, I don’t know what to do, but I can’t TAKE IT anymore, the pain is so bad, please, please, just anything to show that I am not alone.” That person NEVER wrote back, never emailed me again. They got my emails after that, another confirmed, yup. They accepted a posted gift. But when it came to keeping their word they made a choice. The other time when I was hurting, a DIFFERENT person made a choice, and the choice was ME, to care about me.
So 1 out of 12 isn't great odds and they might be hard to find but those people are out there. And I am one of them. My only proof of that is my blog, my comments, and the assurance of this: I can’t cure your depression, I can’t be there for you all the time, but I CAN care for a couple or more hours to find something, to send something in the post that will make you know that you are loved.
Some people don’t want that, and that is cool too. I am here for everyone, all you need to do is ask. Are you like me, reading National Geographic and dreaming of far away places? Then ask for a postcard of somewhere far away! Or do you want to make your workspace more exciting?

How about having something really cool come for your kid?
What kid doesn't like post? Or do you want to make your nosy post-person who delivers your mail offended by some hot male/male action or something weird and wild? Then email me and I deliver. Do you want some goth, I LOVE goth, I do goth and darkness and coffins and cemeteries better than anyone.
Do you WANT a postcard of a cemetery? Then email me.It is a choice. Be kind to yourself and buy a dream, for the cost of an email. Send it and something wonderful will come.

That’s my job. Helping people choose, and then learning to find what the person wants from love to wild and crazy, once they ask for it. It is a pretty good job. I meet a lot of great people. I don’t care if you are in prison or a health facility, I don’t care if you are dean of a university or a member of a government, I don’t care if you want hot girls or you want pictures of outer space. Like I said, I meet a lot of great people.

18 comments:
When I can't be there for you, it's because of my own disability and not for lack of wanting to be there for you. I know the aloneness and am there a lot too--visitors are rare. I have some friends who live a long way away who would and do visit if they're here.
It's awful to me that you were alone in high school and college. I would have been your friend. I took someone home at Christmas break who didn't have family and always tried to make others feel welcome--because I also knew what it was like to be alone. I always tried to bring the quiet ones around me in, only to find out others still felt left out.
I am so impressed with your project and how much you've put into caring for and reaching out to others.
you do amazing things here...
You matter, too.
*hugs*
Wow! Are you merely the surfer or are you the wave itself? And what if I *want* abs of titanium? What then?
Yes, I know: a thousand crunches. Holding a dumbbell. And screaming for victory.
Frida: You were NOT one of the ones counted because you never told me you would do anything. Some people are there for me without saying anything and I think you are one of those. There are others. But there are some who write or say, "Anything you need, or if you ever need anyone." And then whatever wanes and they just wander away. I have once been told that they are too busy dating to care. Ah, such refreshing honesty. "I am going insane with isolation and pain."
A: "Sorry, I am dating and just too busy and having too much fun to care."
I think my special invisability cloak would have made it so you couldn't see me (not even the teacher could, as I found I could skip classes and still get a perfect attendance score!).
Wendryn: Cheryl does amazing, and Linda, and I am just lucky I think. I should have mentioned all the people who never made that verbal commitment but who pressed themselves, who committed themselves in different ways. I just wanted people to know that I stand at the gate, and they will not fall soundlessly if they reached out to me.
Avaitrix: I think if you WANT abs of steel or titanium or uranium or whatever just click one of the MANY, MANY ads that google now specializes in. I keep seeing the 'one secret to good health' spam visual click ad and think "Uh, eat a balance diet and exercise regularly?"
I keep telling Linda I want to do 1,000 sit ups a day and she says NO - because I will rip muscles and not feel them. That kind of seems win win but she doesn't agree.
Dear Beth,
A great post. Asking you for that first postcard from Japan was a very important choice for me. And one of the best decisions I made. I love looking at all the postcards, fronts & backs. And to see certain stickers makes me smile. I can see which look good & plan on making more of those. I look at all the stamp images admiring those I haven't seen before (and coveting some!)It's fun just to admire the vast quantity of cards.
My sister is coming to visit tonight. She is among the very few who actually do visit. My other sisters come once ever year or two - but several live far away. I don't really have any local friends as I was already sick when we move here.
But I know Elizabeth won't forget me! And it is true, she keeps sending the postcards and she choses, acquires, decorates each card with help from Linda & Cheryll) & writes a message for each person. And she really does them in vast quantities.
So ask & the cards will come.
Sharon
some great-looking postcards, and I like the new layout.
As one who has received a few more than a couple of cards from you, all I can say is: thank you for thinking of me.
Now, practice some rest!
Dear Elizabeth
I was so thrilled to get that beautiful cherry blossom washi postcard - especially as I hadn't asked you for one for myself - and it was so obvious from your choice of artwork on the back that you had put so much time and thought and effort into your choices.
It is so delicate and beautiful and I promise to treasure it always.
all my love to the three of you
your friend
Susan [ and David too of course ]
Dear dear Elizabeth
Imagine my surprise [ after all I only got the beautiful washi card from you in the last week] to find my post office box this morning contained - as well as a whole bunch of Christmas and birthday cards that people had posted in mid December - a card each for David and I that you had posted in November !
You must have wondered why I hadn't said thankyou or blogged about them.
I suspect that my mail was sitting in the wrong post box and now someone has come back from holidays or that box has been reassigned and bingo - now I get my mail.
David was thrilled to get another card, and so was I.
SO now you have two thankyou posts on consecutive days !
much love
Susan and David
SharonMV: Thanks, I like looking back because there are some really great postcards that have passed through but collecting isn't my job - matching is my job, sending. My numbers may go down to only 150 a month, or 200-250 on a good month but as long as I live, the postcards go out. I am not sure why I don't have 30,000 people asking for one but I guess people don't want to believe, or trust, I dunno. The most precious thing I had as a child was a penpal.
Raccoon: Thanks, I like the new card and the layout too - I tried three times and this one seemed best. With so many people with wide or flat screen monitors, I wanted to change to reflect that. Also, it makes the pictures bigger. I would do it on Screw Bronze, except I think I lose the original comments, which at this point would be horrible, since the comments are often as important or more than the post.
Off to practice rest.
Catsmum: I am always happy to send to David, I wish I was able to sent more, and will try, but diseases don't always follow schedules - but the first one comes quickly. I am glad you liked the Washi one, I really like them too. Sakura blossoms and silver threads.
Thankyou for that fabulous post. I know there was lots said, but the relevant bit for me was the reasons to ask. I am one of the many who often think "don't ask. They don't really mean you." Your post convinced me that it is ok to ask sometimes.
Thank you.
Thank you so much for your this web site. Your postcards are lovely. Your honesty is refreshing and your courage is inspiring.
I would love one of your postcards, but I am not sure where to put my address?
Catz: Just email me at mpshiel@hotmail.com with your interests and an address to send to (all confidential) and your first postcard should arrive in less than two weeks, unless you are in a small baltic country and/or antarctica in which case it will take an extra couple days.
Cheers, I look forward to sending you a postcard. No Thomas Crapper ones, alas!
The spam that bothers me the most is the one about the secret to whiter teeth. Ha, I know that secret already: Photoshop! There, I've done my public service for the day. :)
Nice layout, Beth, and I might be closer to your twin than your uncle, since I had no friends in high school either.
You care, and that makes you more wonderful than I can say.
Hugs,
Neil
hi Beth,
I am so smitten with your energy and positive outlook, you have become my latest crush!
I don't mean the wanting to grab your sex-parts type of crush, I mean the more school-girly type of crush - if I cannot BE you, I want to be in the room with you....
Elizabeth McClung
I forget what I'm doing quite often and sometimes Y CTRL+C to copy text as a reminder... So much fun when you do CTRL+V to paste and see what you wanted to remember. So not fun when you can't remember why you wanted to remember it...NOT fun.
This one is easy-peasy -
Elizabeth McClung
is the name of the person whose blog I am reading. Ta-DA!!!
Well DONE, young Messie, well done.
No, I have no idea where easy-peasy" comes from, or if I have ever even heard it out loud. Your voice seems almost like another language was your first, not English? My guess would be Japanese because of all the manga-manga mentions;
But for some reason I think you are CANADIAN? Maybe because I have a prejudice about Canadians, that I think they are all amazingly nice and good? No, you don't usually think of a "prejudice" as being anything positive, but there you go.
Now I have "<b> " in my Copy Memory - that makes is super easy to but Bold and Unbold on my words as I feel inspired. Just add the slash to the Close-bold code and you are all set!
didn't you mention wanting a reminder in HTML that would make fireworks when it was time for you to be reminded of something? Remind me of what this was -->>
-->>shit shit you wanted a remeinder to remind you of soemthing and of courde I cannot remember what <<---
Remind me of what this was
and I will see if I can make something - sounds more like Javascript, and I can't imagine being able to HOLD that concept in my mind for long enough to actualy make a script that could function - not that I ever COULD make javascript, I would steal it and then bend it to my will...
Remind me of what this wasRemind me of what this wasRemind me of what this wasRemind me of what this was <<--
<<-- here you see the COMPETE FAILURE of the copy-paste method of remember ing things!
OKAY SO wtf WAS i
AH YES, AND THE DREADED CAPSLOCK...
oops, my Comment was sucked away from me before I cold even re-read it for intolerable errors....
"Your comment has been saved and will be visible after blog owner approval."
I was gonna mention oh, I have MS and it screws up my memory and all sorts of smartness type of things. The other Messies do NOT like me to refer to myself as "stupid," but that really si just a matter of semantics to me, except sometimes it make me want to say, "Hell, I never meant 'stupid like YOU,' you unbearable jerk."
what good would that be?
Seriously, tell, me! one day I will make a mean crack like this and no one will be happy.
rihgt, right, I was gonna mention the MS and now I have oh, OH, of COURSE the Messies don't like that name either, although mostly I don't use it to them...
did I mention how great this auto-spellcheck is for me??? very very VERY great, and now Spackle wants her pellets and jStargate is coming on in the living room where it will be much warmer, I left the kitchen window open all night again...
Tucking an un-needed letter "j" at the front of a word is my most common typo,
waht do you think that means?
- Lorraine
stop stop you are killing me!
rip muscles and not feel them. That kind of seems win win but she doesn't agree.
even funnier than the "Zombies are messy eaters!" You are so funny! I "heart" you!
Squeal! giggle!
oops, my Comment was sucked away from me before I cold even re-read it for intolerable errors....
"Your comment has been saved and will be visible after blog owner approval."
I was gonna mention oh, I have MS and it screws up my memory and all sorts of smartness type of things. The other Messies do NOT like me to refer to myself as "stupid," but that really si just a matter of semantics to me, except sometimes it make me want to say, "Hell, I never meant 'stupid like YOU,' you unbearable jerk."
what good would that be?
Seriously, tell, me! one day I will make a mean crack like this and no one will be happy.
rihgt, right, I was gonna mention the MS and now I have oh, OH, of COURSE the Messies don't like that name either, although mostly I don't use it to them...
did I mention how great this auto-spellcheck is for me??? very very VERY great, and now Spackle wants her pellets and jStargate is coming on in the living room where it will be much warmer, I left the kitchen window open all night again...
Tucking an un-needed letter "j" at the front of a word is my most common typo,
waht do you think that means?
- Lorraine
Hey it has been awhile, and I recently received one of your postcards. It was a boys' love one with saiunkoku. Really beautiful postcard, thank you so much, it brought a smile on my face! I was really surprised to find one since I hadn't recently requested any post cards to you. I am always open to whatever you send to me, they are a great gift and I really appreciate them and your existence. Keep doing what you are doing, I support you all the way! Take care.
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