Missed Opportunities
Aug. 10th, 2006 | 10:30 am
mood: 
sad
music: "I Will Remember You" - Sarah McLachlan
Three phone calls. Three different people. All leading to the unbearable pain I'm feeling right now. If anybody out there is the praying sort, I could really use thoughts, prayers, and comments wishing me well, and good luck with dealing with the loss I'm feeling right now.
“Hey man, want to come over later, I'll get you that thing I promised you.”
“Uh, maybe later. I've got a lot of shit on my plate.”
That's the conversation from two days ago. I'm the second one. The one who turned down the invitation. Sure, I had work, but I could have spared an hour or two.
“Micheal, it's me. I've got some bad news...”
The is the call that came in this morning. Informing me that RTT had just died from complications following AIDS. We all knew he had AIDS, we all knew it was any day now. But the shock of this whole thing is still impossible to predict.
“I'm sorry sir, he didn't list the VCR specifically for anybody, and he made sure that whatever wasn't listed would go to charity.”
This is the discussion I just hung up on. Can you believe this? He specifically told me I could have his VCR when he passed away, and then to not make good on that promise? There's no excuse in the world for something like this, which is why I'm typing this Livejournal right now, instead of being at the funeral of a person who I thought was my friend.
“Hey man, want to come over later, I'll get you that thing I promised you.”
“Uh, maybe later. I've got a lot of shit on my plate.”
That's the conversation from two days ago. I'm the second one. The one who turned down the invitation. Sure, I had work, but I could have spared an hour or two.
“Micheal, it's me. I've got some bad news...”
The is the call that came in this morning. Informing me that RTT had just died from complications following AIDS. We all knew he had AIDS, we all knew it was any day now. But the shock of this whole thing is still impossible to predict.
“I'm sorry sir, he didn't list the VCR specifically for anybody, and he made sure that whatever wasn't listed would go to charity.”
This is the discussion I just hung up on. Can you believe this? He specifically told me I could have his VCR when he passed away, and then to not make good on that promise? There's no excuse in the world for something like this, which is why I'm typing this Livejournal right now, instead of being at the funeral of a person who I thought was my friend.
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Wannabees
Aug. 1st, 2006 | 12:36 pm
mood: 
bitchy
music: "Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)" - Offspring
UGH!
Ever have one of those days where you just want to bash everybody you meet’s face in? ME TOO! Ok, so last night on the Colbert Report (HOTTIE!!) , Stephen mentioned to his viewers that they should change wikipedia to say that the amount of elephants in Africa have doubled in the last three months. A humorous opportunity, but would the viewers of the Colbert Report have the smarts to pull it off?
OF COURSE NOT! :cry: I get to work today, and I pull up Wikipedia. Of course, splattered across the top of the article on Elephants is: “THE NUMBER OF ELEPHANTS HAS TRIPLED IN THE LAST SIX MONTHS!”
Good job, fag. Way to blow it. That’s what Wikipedia was expecting. Way to ruin it for the rest of us.
What you should have done, is come up with a long, in depth article on the African elephant, throughout it, referring to made up statistics that you showed as fact (so the average reader would suspect it was fact), and end a sentence with, “As you can see, the population of elephants has tripled in the last six months, which is really quite remarkable for helping other, once endangered species (That’s plural for “Species”).
That’s what you do with jokes. You just put a little bit out there, bit by bit, with made up elements to back it up. If you’re told “IT’S A JOKE” from the beginning, it’s not funny.
Like on this board I lurk at. There was this joke going around that only a few people were in on. (Staff and non). Well, then this one guy finds out and basically masturbates across the random thread with references to the joke in a orgasm of threads (Complete with emoticons at the end of sentences {Note to people on message boards who think they’re being clever when they wink, so only one person will know that they know what that person is talking about: A wink is defined as: A signal or hint conveyed by the rapid closing and opening of an eye rapidly, when one can not be seen, to let a person know they’re in on a joke. So putting a ;-) at the end of your sentence, THAT STAYS THERE, is NOT sly. People read that sentence, see the ;-) and think “Why is this person winking?”, so they work out the joke, and then reply to YOU with a o-so-very-slick ;-), leading to more people doing the same! If you get a joke, PM the person! Also, quoting somebody else’s reference, and then making a much more blatant reference – Not. Clever.}, the bastard), so that in the end, it took the better part of 4 hours for the entire board to not only figure out the joke, but beat it like the dog it was, ten feet underground.
So to all the “Me-to”ers of the world: Fuck off and die, please.
Ever have one of those days where you just want to bash everybody you meet’s face in? ME TOO! Ok, so last night on the Colbert Report (HOTTIE!!) , Stephen mentioned to his viewers that they should change wikipedia to say that the amount of elephants in Africa have doubled in the last three months. A humorous opportunity, but would the viewers of the Colbert Report have the smarts to pull it off?
OF COURSE NOT! :cry: I get to work today, and I pull up Wikipedia. Of course, splattered across the top of the article on Elephants is: “THE NUMBER OF ELEPHANTS HAS TRIPLED IN THE LAST SIX MONTHS!”
Good job, fag. Way to blow it. That’s what Wikipedia was expecting. Way to ruin it for the rest of us.
What you should have done, is come up with a long, in depth article on the African elephant, throughout it, referring to made up statistics that you showed as fact (so the average reader would suspect it was fact), and end a sentence with, “As you can see, the population of elephants has tripled in the last six months, which is really quite remarkable for helping other, once endangered species (That’s plural for “Species”).
That’s what you do with jokes. You just put a little bit out there, bit by bit, with made up elements to back it up. If you’re told “IT’S A JOKE” from the beginning, it’s not funny.
Like on this board I lurk at. There was this joke going around that only a few people were in on. (Staff and non). Well, then this one guy finds out and basically masturbates across the random thread with references to the joke in a orgasm of threads (Complete with emoticons at the end of sentences {Note to people on message boards who think they’re being clever when they wink, so only one person will know that they know what that person is talking about: A wink is defined as: A signal or hint conveyed by the rapid closing and opening of an eye rapidly, when one can not be seen, to let a person know they’re in on a joke. So putting a ;-) at the end of your sentence, THAT STAYS THERE, is NOT sly. People read that sentence, see the ;-) and think “Why is this person winking?”, so they work out the joke, and then reply to YOU with a o-so-very-slick ;-), leading to more people doing the same! If you get a joke, PM the person! Also, quoting somebody else’s reference, and then making a much more blatant reference – Not. Clever.}, the bastard), so that in the end, it took the better part of 4 hours for the entire board to not only figure out the joke, but beat it like the dog it was, ten feet underground.
So to all the “Me-to”ers of the world: Fuck off and die, please.
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Rocking Out, Brothers!
Apr. 28th, 2006 | 10:51 am
mood: 
cheerful
music: Nirvana - Smells like Teen Spirit.
Short entry tonight, because I'm exhausted. But I'll post more on the party tomorrow...
Awesome night for me! Where do I even begin? I know...
So I'm riding to the party (Killer party!!!) with Matt (Music Dude), when "With or Without You" comes on the radio. First of all, I can't be the only one who likes this forgotten gem, and I really, REALLY want to impress Matt, so I turn it up, and start humming along.
Not a bad lyric in the whole damn song. So Matt turns it down just enough to talk, and it was AWESOME! We talk about music and life and love and friends and the future, and God, it was spectacular. I don't know if it was the magical evening, or what... But damn it if "With or Without You" isn't one of my favorite Nirvana songs of all time, right behind "Smells like Teen Spirit".
Awesome night for me! Where do I even begin? I know...
So I'm riding to the party (Killer party!!!) with Matt (Music Dude), when "With or Without You" comes on the radio. First of all, I can't be the only one who likes this forgotten gem, and I really, REALLY want to impress Matt, so I turn it up, and start humming along.
Not a bad lyric in the whole damn song. So Matt turns it down just enough to talk, and it was AWESOME! We talk about music and life and love and friends and the future, and God, it was spectacular. I don't know if it was the magical evening, or what... But damn it if "With or Without You" isn't one of my favorite Nirvana songs of all time, right behind "Smells like Teen Spirit".
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Are you there, Rare? It's me, Margaret.
Apr. 11th, 2006 | 03:19 pm
mood: cold
music: Rock Solid
Rare, what's going on, man? It seems like it's been forever since we hung out. Remember back when we'd go on a jungle adventure with pair of gorillas and my father? That was fun dude, I really miss those days.
Rare, I'll be honest man. I'm kinda worried about you. I was listening to Rock Solid, that song from Conker? And man, I gotta tell you...I was feeling it. I had taken a couple of Loritabs and had a glass or two of wine, so I was feeling pretty in tune with the music, if you know what I mean? And I really listened to the song, bro. This was some awesome music, for a background music score. I mean, it wasn't even in a 3 minute long cut-scene... This was music that played while you were distracted, and not paying attention to the music. This was not music that usually holds a lot of content, but you did it Rare. Paying attention to the smallest detail to make it that much more fun for me, man.
And remember all those nights I'd hang out with you and the guys from my church? Those were some fun nights, eh? Four of us trying to outdo the other three finding the good guns and get the kills. Sure, there was the occasional argument about whether playing as Odd-job was fair, but other than those little scuffles, those were nights of fun, man.
And then buddy, you got a new friend...Microsoft wanted to hang out with you and be your best friend, but in that “I'm really your boss, so you do what we say” way. So you did the smart thing and hung out with him. And bro, I gotta tell ya...Things started going downhill...First that thing about the guy with a booger and some ghosts? I mean, what was that? You're better than that. Then the time you wanted to remind us how much fun you used to be, you decided to re-tell the story about that squirrel. I mean, it was fun the first time around, and it was still exciting this...But you could have done more than that, man. You could have told us a whole new story about the squirrel.
Now this one about a girl who can morph, and so you do it over and over again like a pattern-puzzle game in the 80's? Come on man! You gave us Battletoads, for cryin' out loud! I gotta tell you man, I feel like a part of you that's died... The part that liked to tell a story, rather than make money. I'm not asking you to give up the money, but you can do both. Make money telling great stories. That's better than a 10 year old game that's showing its age.
I just know you're better than that, and I miss who you used to be. That's all man, I just miss us hanging out and having fun. Seeya around,
Stargazer
Rare, I'll be honest man. I'm kinda worried about you. I was listening to Rock Solid, that song from Conker? And man, I gotta tell you...I was feeling it. I had taken a couple of Loritabs and had a glass or two of wine, so I was feeling pretty in tune with the music, if you know what I mean? And I really listened to the song, bro. This was some awesome music, for a background music score. I mean, it wasn't even in a 3 minute long cut-scene... This was music that played while you were distracted, and not paying attention to the music. This was not music that usually holds a lot of content, but you did it Rare. Paying attention to the smallest detail to make it that much more fun for me, man.
And remember all those nights I'd hang out with you and the guys from my church? Those were some fun nights, eh? Four of us trying to outdo the other three finding the good guns and get the kills. Sure, there was the occasional argument about whether playing as Odd-job was fair, but other than those little scuffles, those were nights of fun, man.
And then buddy, you got a new friend...Microsoft wanted to hang out with you and be your best friend, but in that “I'm really your boss, so you do what we say” way. So you did the smart thing and hung out with him. And bro, I gotta tell ya...Things started going downhill...First that thing about the guy with a booger and some ghosts? I mean, what was that? You're better than that. Then the time you wanted to remind us how much fun you used to be, you decided to re-tell the story about that squirrel. I mean, it was fun the first time around, and it was still exciting this...But you could have done more than that, man. You could have told us a whole new story about the squirrel.
Now this one about a girl who can morph, and so you do it over and over again like a pattern-puzzle game in the 80's? Come on man! You gave us Battletoads, for cryin' out loud! I gotta tell you man, I feel like a part of you that's died... The part that liked to tell a story, rather than make money. I'm not asking you to give up the money, but you can do both. Make money telling great stories. That's better than a 10 year old game that's showing its age.
I just know you're better than that, and I miss who you used to be. That's all man, I just miss us hanging out and having fun. Seeya around,
Stargazer
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Unexpectedness - Why now, why all the sudden - Any advice, here?
Mar. 28th, 2006 | 11:59 pm
mood: 
anxious
music: Theme From Akira
Popsicle_Poppa: Did I tell you I'm dating again?
This phrase, which ended part of my last post, had a much deeper meaning. A deeper story. One that built upon itself as the steam in the teapot atop the stove. It prompted this soul-baring entry, and the haiku Subject line. I must admit, I don't do most poetry well, but I have a knack for a haiku.
Popsicle_Poppa: Did I tell you I'm dating again?
AftTorpedo: Um, No?
This is the Ex. I hadn't planned on having an “Ex Post” so early. I was hoping we could get to know each other before...
But that doesn't matter now. The universe has presented a wonderful chance. I wish to expand on it, unexpected as it is.
Popsicle_Poppa: Did I tell you I'm dating again?
AftTorpedo: Um, No?
Popsicle_Poppa: Yeah, I am. He's a little bit bigger than you. Taller, I mean.
AftTorpedo: Oh, ok... Yay you! :)
Popsicle_Poppa: Doesn't that bother you? That I'm over you?
AftTorpedo: Not really. It's been a year and a half since I broke up with you. I think you moving on is normal.
Popsicle_Poppa: Well, I am over you so I feel comfortable asking you this:
AftTorpedo: Do I know the guy?
Popsicle_Poppa: Do you ever think about me when you masturbate?
AftTorpedo: ... Hahaha, what?
Popsicle_Poppa: I'm serious. Do you?
AftTorpedo: No. Why?
Popsicle_Poppa: It's normal if you do. I think about you sometimes, it's normal.
Popsicle_Poppa: So do you?
AftTorpedo: Nope.
Popsicle_Poppa: Well... I'll bet it turns you on to know that I do.
AftTorpedo: Not really. I'm in a good place right now, the last thing I need is getting back into a relationship like the one we had.
Popsicle_Poppa: You're so full of it. Aldor told me about who you've been hanging out with. Don't get all high and mighty with me.
AftTorpedo: What are you talking about?
Popsicle_Poppa has signed out
That's the ex. Really isn't over me, despite my best efforts to try and prompt such an outcome, but would never, ever admit to it. 's one of those great people to hang out with, love watching tv with them... but relationship? No, no thank you. This is the guilt trip king. I'll tell you about a few such guilt trips in a later entry. For now, I am going to meditate, using Conan O'Brien to keep my physical self grounded. Not like last time. Quick note to my fellow trippers *wink* out there: Always stay grounded. If you don't, you might be like my friend who was watching Howl's Moving Castle (If you haven't seen it, pick it up now. If you haven't seen Spirited Away, Miyazaki's previous film, than I have documented proof showing that you are a soldier on the side of the Anti-Christ in the on-coming war.), and he got really lost in the movie, and the next thing he knows, he's under an overpass on the freeway, thinking everybody thinks he's an old woman, and I still can't really get that smell out of my jacket. Little PSA as the GI Joe dudes would say. Now you know and all that...
This phrase, which ended part of my last post, had a much deeper meaning. A deeper story. One that built upon itself as the steam in the teapot atop the stove. It prompted this soul-baring entry, and the haiku Subject line. I must admit, I don't do most poetry well, but I have a knack for a haiku.
Popsicle_Poppa: Did I tell you I'm dating again?
AftTorpedo: Um, No?
This is the Ex. I hadn't planned on having an “Ex Post” so early. I was hoping we could get to know each other before...
But that doesn't matter now. The universe has presented a wonderful chance. I wish to expand on it, unexpected as it is.
Popsicle_Poppa: Did I tell you I'm dating again?
AftTorpedo: Um, No?
Popsicle_Poppa: Yeah, I am. He's a little bit bigger than you. Taller, I mean.
AftTorpedo: Oh, ok... Yay you! :)
Popsicle_Poppa: Doesn't that bother you? That I'm over you?
AftTorpedo: Not really. It's been a year and a half since I broke up with you. I think you moving on is normal.
Popsicle_Poppa: Well, I am over you so I feel comfortable asking you this:
AftTorpedo: Do I know the guy?
Popsicle_Poppa: Do you ever think about me when you masturbate?
AftTorpedo: ... Hahaha, what?
Popsicle_Poppa: I'm serious. Do you?
AftTorpedo: No. Why?
Popsicle_Poppa: It's normal if you do. I think about you sometimes, it's normal.
Popsicle_Poppa: So do you?
AftTorpedo: Nope.
Popsicle_Poppa: Well... I'll bet it turns you on to know that I do.
AftTorpedo: Not really. I'm in a good place right now, the last thing I need is getting back into a relationship like the one we had.
Popsicle_Poppa: You're so full of it. Aldor told me about who you've been hanging out with. Don't get all high and mighty with me.
AftTorpedo: What are you talking about?
Popsicle_Poppa has signed out
That's the ex. Really isn't over me, despite my best efforts to try and prompt such an outcome, but would never, ever admit to it. 's one of those great people to hang out with, love watching tv with them... but relationship? No, no thank you. This is the guilt trip king. I'll tell you about a few such guilt trips in a later entry. For now, I am going to meditate, using Conan O'Brien to keep my physical self grounded. Not like last time. Quick note to my fellow trippers *wink* out there: Always stay grounded. If you don't, you might be like my friend who was watching Howl's Moving Castle (If you haven't seen it, pick it up now. If you haven't seen Spirited Away, Miyazaki's previous film, than I have documented proof showing that you are a soldier on the side of the Anti-Christ in the on-coming war.), and he got really lost in the movie, and the next thing he knows, he's under an overpass on the freeway, thinking everybody thinks he's an old woman, and I still can't really get that smell out of my jacket. Little PSA as the GI Joe dudes would say. Now you know and all that...
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Annoying People
Mar. 27th, 2006 | 08:59 pm
mood: content
music: Alive - Pearl Jam
Hello out there.I just have to get something off my chest tonight. I'm afraid you're in for... well, it's a bit of a rant is what it is. I have... this friend. Walter Aldorf. We call him “Aldor”. Well, he's not so much a friend as much as a used to be friend. He's one of those guys that pretend to be anyone it takes to get you to trust them, just so they know best where to stick the knife if your back. You know the type.
Well, this guy is also friends (real friends this time. Not the ever-so-cleverly placed ironic 'friends' from the first paragraph.) with the Ex. Long story short, confused into thinking there was something, there was nothing, kicking self since. As Cathy would say: “Ack!”, to use the vernacular. Well, the 'friend' (Not really. Think -Irony-) likes to see me every once in a while, have a short, pointless conversation, and then leave. That's when Phase 2 begins.
Phase 2 consists of him dissecting the conversation we just had, trying against hope to find that something I said could be construed as offensive to somebody. Racial, Sexist, accusations of massive drug consumption, Phase 2 knows no bounds. If something can be constructed, Phase 3 takes off. If nothing can be found, the subject proceeds directly to Phase 5: Blatant lies.
Phase 3, on the other hand, is putting together a conversation to support what he wants me to say. “Well, I said, 'Boy isn't it great to have Tony as a friend?', and then he said 'I guess, if you like black people', and he had a look on his face that, no, he personally, did not like black people, if you ask me...” is one story I've heard him telling.
Phase 4 is nothing more than putting it out there. Anybody who is half willing to listen gets to hear the story of how I'm offensive to them, personally, and they should buy tickets to see my stoning. I finally got some off my chest with a uncomfortable chat with the ex:
The thing that brought all this to a head is, Aldor has the absolute worst taste in movies ever. I mean, if he says Thumbs Up, you know it's a stinker. If he says “Oh, it had excellent cinematography", you know it might have been a pretty hunk of crap movie, but it was still a hunk of crap movie. To put it bluntly: He thinks the Matrix movies are the best movies of all time, no kidding, and basically everything he thinks about religion, at all, is based on the Matrix mythology. Any religious arguments he gets in, no matter how religion comes up and he's called on to talk about it... The basis for whatever diminishing of whatever aspect of Christianity he's decided to rant on tonight is, quite truthfully and simply, The Matrix movies. I kid you not, and he has quite a few behavior patterns of a psychopath, believe me on this.
Well, we ran into each other, and he had the gall to not only say that the changes the Wachowski brothers made to V for Vendetta made a much better product, but that Alan Moore was lucky two real geniuses were called in to salvage an over-dramatic wordy Superman story.
Ladies and Gentlemen. I hereby sentence Walter Aldorf to a lifetime of groin-kickery. Anybody who wants a turn may have a turn, and when people are too tired, we will build robots to kick in our stead, and that will be so deliciously ironical that I think even ol' Matrix boy may smile in spite of himself.
And please don't get me started on how he treats waitresses. That's a completely different night right there.
Well, this guy is also friends (real friends this time. Not the ever-so-cleverly placed ironic 'friends' from the first paragraph.) with the Ex. Long story short, confused into thinking there was something, there was nothing, kicking self since. As Cathy would say: “Ack!”, to use the vernacular. Well, the 'friend' (Not really. Think -Irony-) likes to see me every once in a while, have a short, pointless conversation, and then leave. That's when Phase 2 begins.
Phase 2 consists of him dissecting the conversation we just had, trying against hope to find that something I said could be construed as offensive to somebody. Racial, Sexist, accusations of massive drug consumption, Phase 2 knows no bounds. If something can be constructed, Phase 3 takes off. If nothing can be found, the subject proceeds directly to Phase 5: Blatant lies.
Phase 3, on the other hand, is putting together a conversation to support what he wants me to say. “Well, I said, 'Boy isn't it great to have Tony as a friend?', and then he said 'I guess, if you like black people', and he had a look on his face that, no, he personally, did not like black people, if you ask me...” is one story I've heard him telling.
Phase 4 is nothing more than putting it out there. Anybody who is half willing to listen gets to hear the story of how I'm offensive to them, personally, and they should buy tickets to see my stoning. I finally got some off my chest with a uncomfortable chat with the ex:
Popsicle_Poppa: apparently he and Aldor were arrested in new Orleans or something such as that
AftTorpedo: Oh. Oh yes.
AftTorpedo: I heard the whole story from Aldor.
AftTorpedo: It was.... comforting.
Popsicle_Poppa: so now you talk to walt?
AftTorpedo: When he comes to Sam's to buy weed and I happen to be at over at Sam's.
Popsicle_Poppa: classsy
AftTorpedo: Yes! :-)
AftTorpedo: The magical part is, while we sit, I imagine how Aldor will twist this to a much more dramatic story, at a future time.
AftTorpedo: *Goosebumps!* :-)
Popsicle_Poppa: i bet that is super exciting! :-)
AftTorpedo: It is! 8-)
AftTorpedo: I don't confront him, though. :-X
Popsicle_Poppa: because you're nice :-)
AftTorpedo: >:-0 NO BECAUSE I'M --!!.....
AftTorpedo: Yes. Because I'm nice. 8-)
Popsicle_Poppa: Did I tell you I'm dating again?
The thing that brought all this to a head is, Aldor has the absolute worst taste in movies ever. I mean, if he says Thumbs Up, you know it's a stinker. If he says “Oh, it had excellent cinematography", you know it might have been a pretty hunk of crap movie, but it was still a hunk of crap movie. To put it bluntly: He thinks the Matrix movies are the best movies of all time, no kidding, and basically everything he thinks about religion, at all, is based on the Matrix mythology. Any religious arguments he gets in, no matter how religion comes up and he's called on to talk about it... The basis for whatever diminishing of whatever aspect of Christianity he's decided to rant on tonight is, quite truthfully and simply, The Matrix movies. I kid you not, and he has quite a few behavior patterns of a psychopath, believe me on this.
Well, we ran into each other, and he had the gall to not only say that the changes the Wachowski brothers made to V for Vendetta made a much better product, but that Alan Moore was lucky two real geniuses were called in to salvage an over-dramatic wordy Superman story.
Ladies and Gentlemen. I hereby sentence Walter Aldorf to a lifetime of groin-kickery. Anybody who wants a turn may have a turn, and when people are too tired, we will build robots to kick in our stead, and that will be so deliciously ironical that I think even ol' Matrix boy may smile in spite of himself.
And please don't get me started on how he treats waitresses. That's a completely different night right there.
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Stargazer's journal, supplementary...
Mar. 27th, 2006 | 02:04 pm
I will also be talking about video games in this journal. I believe that video games are an art form, like painting or writing a book. I look forward to a passionate exchange of opinions on video games.
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Hello World!
Mar. 24th, 2006 | 03:06 pm
As I was sipping on a cup of tea a fortnight ago, I was suddenly struck by an inspiration. So much so, that I broke out my bookmark, marked my place in the book I was reading, and gave serious thought to this latest idea of mine. I've oft considered keeping a journal, but, a problem with traditional journals is that other people can't read it, and give comments. It's rather weird to say to a friend "Read my diary that I hide under my pillow and get back to me with what you think", believe me, I've tried. But then I considered Live Journal, which is odd, because I never would have before.
Maybe it was the joint I had recently smoked, or maybe it was the enchanting effects of the '97 Zinfandel (If you've never tried a Woodbridge White Zinfandel from 1997, believe you me, you have simply not lived) but all of the sudden, Live Journal made sense. I immediately set about considering a name and what I would talk about. Long story short, here I am, and it's a pleasure to meet you.
Please, I expect and anticipate comments. If you want to say something, say it. If it's an insult, let it fly, I've heard worse. If it's a compliment, well, those are OK too. I'm looking forward to touching lives, and having my life touched. The purpose of this journal is to chronicle my maturation as a person both so I can learn through introspective criticism, and so that others can watch, and maybe learn about themselves in the process.
Some of my comments may be on a movie I just saw, some may be on my on-again, off-again boyfriend, and some may be flat out criticisms of our United States government. I truly believe that the life not examined is the life not worth living, so my interests run the gauntlet. One thing you can be assured of, however, is that every post is the real me. I'm opening my life up to you, the reader, and I hope we can be friends.
Maybe it was the joint I had recently smoked, or maybe it was the enchanting effects of the '97 Zinfandel (If you've never tried a Woodbridge White Zinfandel from 1997, believe you me, you have simply not lived) but all of the sudden, Live Journal made sense. I immediately set about considering a name and what I would talk about. Long story short, here I am, and it's a pleasure to meet you.
Please, I expect and anticipate comments. If you want to say something, say it. If it's an insult, let it fly, I've heard worse. If it's a compliment, well, those are OK too. I'm looking forward to touching lives, and having my life touched. The purpose of this journal is to chronicle my maturation as a person both so I can learn through introspective criticism, and so that others can watch, and maybe learn about themselves in the process.
Some of my comments may be on a movie I just saw, some may be on my on-again, off-again boyfriend, and some may be flat out criticisms of our United States government. I truly believe that the life not examined is the life not worth living, so my interests run the gauntlet. One thing you can be assured of, however, is that every post is the real me. I'm opening my life up to you, the reader, and I hope we can be friends.