How do you start what’s stopped?
I’m writing this on my home compy - the one with the hard drive that likes to freeze and crash. I’m gonna get a new hard drive, but I will probably upgrade also. That’s the trend we started years ago with crappy bmx bikes- when it breaks, upgrade. The advantage of this is that when your bike finally gets pretty good, someone steals it.
Took a walk in the park yesterday. We’ve had a couple warm days and I didn’t wanna miss out on some vitamin d. Of course, warm in this case meant 30 degrees Fahrenheit. The obvious bonus here is that I didn’t have the mothers-of-children-playing-assuming-me-to-be-a-pederast syndrome. The other bonus was that several months of accumulated shit had defrosted for my nasal enjoyment.
Three things I’m ocd about: aligning bic pen caps with the writing on the pens; putting cd/dvds into their cases perfectly vertical; arranging the stack of toilet paper rolls so they’re always symmetrical.
I decided I would experiment with referring to people in blogs like translated Russian books sometimes do- with the first letter then a hyphen.
So the major reason I consider my blogging buddy S- to be a successful is that he enjoys an online community. People read his blogs and comment; he does the same for them. And so he has a reason to blog. Also, he has a knack for making anything interesting.
On the other hand there is blogging neighbor J-. J- pretty much blogs when he’s unhappy and only started back up recently. There are some super thoughts and observations included in there, but he has no community and therefore it becomes more like a diary. Kinda like mine.
The topics I could cover include: work, relationships, or randomness. Looks like you get door number three. Even if I cared about what I’m writing, would you? I could tell you about the recent series of dream with the boot camp/ visiting family and friends theme. Thus far I’ve seen my sister in law, J- and a best friend’s gf (R-) naked in my dreams. As an aside, the best part was that they were happy, proud and not ashamed. Wow, if that doesn’t creep you out then what will?
I wrote a song recently and submitted it in a contest. A couple different bestest friends commented that it’s the most open emotionally they’ve known me to be. Seeins how they’ve known me for years, I guess that’s lame on my part. I just don’t see a big need to go into great detail about feelings. I view not being open as a bad thing, but don’t really feel a need for change. That’s an awkward spot to be.
Hope life is good for you.
It would be good to get you and J- in an online community, or blogmunity as it’s known around here. It really does make blogging way more worthwhile, though it gets scary when new people show up or you really let loose and tell everybody your darkest secrets. So it’s dangerous, like real community.
I may be one of the few that is even on the notification list for your blog, B-. Joel is harder to catch. I just assume he’s not blogging, and then the other day I noticed he had. And I read it and it was interesting, and then I moved on. I should comment, just so he knows we’re out there reading his blog, but it almost seems wrong, like write just a word or two on a blank piece of paper.
I’ve gotta go get ready for a busy night with L-. And Chief, or C-, the writing style you’re referring to wasn’t just Russian, but simply a courteous style of the 17th century that lasted, at random, through the end of the 19th or beginning of the 20th. Originally it was used to allow people to reference other people without really referencing them. You’re supposed to know exactly who they’re talking about, usually, but then it evolved into a way to keep things mysterious. Maybe I’ll explain more later. I’ll give you a call sometime here. Later.
So what Hollywood actress would you compare me to in your dream? =)
S-, thanks for the word ‘blogmunity’- it’s delightful! I hope other people who read old translated books will realize that this form of address is purposeful. I obviously did not and now my ignorance shows. It’s a good thing one of us has a penchant for literature and history and also possesses a good memory and that person isn’t me. Sorry for the oddly ended phone call. J-’s roommate/boss at the L-pad showed up and I had never met them before. I figured it was time to go. Like right now.
Jessica!
To be honest, I didn’t really get a good look-see. I couldn’t pin-point any real details that would correlate with the real world. I just kinda knew it was you.
Maybe if I dreamt of Toby, I would only remember a wispy beard (get it, Steve?).
And thanks for not thinking I’m creepy. Or creepstee ( get it, Steve?).
Ok, I’m done leaving a trail of crum(bs/my jokes) for Steve.
But… you were hot. Mostly because you were happy and were all like, “So I’m getting ready for a shower and laughing and carrying on a conversation with you” and I was all like, “Woah, this could be a totally weird situation, but she’s totally, like, cool about this which makes it no big deal” while you were all like still chatting and smiling I was all like, searching for more things to say in this ridiculously cheesy and indiscriminately punctuated sentence.
But really, I’m glad you don’t think it’s creepy. And my apologies for having no experiences with Hollywood actresses wherein we chatted while they undressed for a shower. I’m sure I could make a proper comparison then.
I did get it. Let’s not do this anymore, though.