Archive for November, 2005
Apologies
I would like to apologize to any of you who have been trying to view this here blog with Internet Explorer recently. I added some JavaScript nonsense for Technorati, and it caused the meat of my site to be eaten. I’ve removed their garbage for now, and I’ll see if I can’t figure out how to fix it and keep it.
Thanks to Matt for pointing out the flaw.
I hope I didn’t lose too many of you all… I really don’t know how long it’s been broken. May be as long as almost a month!
Ugh.
Update: I’ve found and fixed the error. It’s probably my own fault. Damn.
Update The Second: Adding to the apologetic nature of this post, I’m sorry I blamed Technorati for my own stupidity. My not-coerced opinion is that it is awesome, which is why I had put the pinging… thingy… on my site in the first place. Meanwhile, I will be leaving my initial reaction post as it was because, well, because I feel like it. That sounds mean. I just mean that I don’t censor myself.
I just hope the Technorati developers can forgive me.
My Dad
My dad is awesome.
I just thought I’d start with that before poking fun at him. I wanted to share a series of emails with you. I think you will enjoy them.
My dad is going to be retiring in the late spring from a company he’s been working at for more than thirty years. He’s pretty excited about the whole situation. In fact, most conversations with him start with or end with “it’ll all get better when I’m retired.”
Hi Girls,
At work I am teaching a course of “Everything I know that you should ALSO know”. I am the Professor of [our last name] University. I am a PHD (aka: Please Have Donuts), ha ha. I have created a 112 page “book” with my brain drain. Actually this is on only one topic. There are more volumes to come, but this is the largest. Anyway, I want to have a graduation with the first edition, signed, of the book as the diploma. And I need ‘the’ graduation song, Pomp & Circumstance.
How can I get that portion of the “graduation march”?
Please reply to my work address.
Love,
DadEmail from my dad to my sister and I dated Nov 13, 2005 6:26 PM
Helping my dad with technology is just something I do, and have done for years. Not that my dad isn’t good at technology, he’s actually quite adept at it for his age. So, of course, I responded to help.
I can look for it on iTunes for you tonight. If I find it, I’ll burn you a CD.
~diane
Email from me to my dad’s work address dated Nov 14, 2005 7:19 AM
I’m going to be seeing my family this weekend, so I was just going to give him a copy on Saturday.
Great, but I need it for my graduation on Thursday morning. Can you “email” it and I can burn it from our computer at home?
Email from my dad to me dated Nov 14, 2005 7:59 AM
Note his clever use of quotation marks around the word “email.” Isn’t he cute! :-D This next part is where I try to bring my dad forwards into the 21st century. This is always fun.
Uh… that will be less easy. Apple protects the songs, I can’t just send you the encrypted file. You could, however, get an iTunes account and the program and download it yourself…
http://www.apple.com/itunes/download/
Sorry…
~dianeEmail from me to my dad dated Nov 14, 2005 8:05 AM
I didn’t actually think this email would be enough. I was expecting to spend some quality time on the phone with Dad that night explaining what iTunes is, and that it is safe, and that it will work. But, amazingly, my dad is pretty good at this stuff for his age.
I did it!
Diane, I did what you told me. I went to iPod, and downloaded the song on cd. It took me, the dumb user, a while, but I kept at it.
But then I found out I couldn’t play the cd on a “radio” cd player. So, I played it on the cd player downstairs where I could record direct to tape (not the best quality recording, BUT IT WORKED!)
Thank you girls. I knew you were pulling for your computer illiterate dad!!!! And the jokes he wants to play at work!!!!!!! I’ll send you the graduation pics!!
Oh, and Sarah, thank you for “letting me” use your high school graduation hat!!!! Hey, it is a graduation, and you have to dress the part!!!!
Love
Your (Professor) DadEmail from my dad to my sister and I dated Nov 14, 2005 7:58 PM
Don’t Promise Things You Can’t Provide
I did something stupid last week. Two of my coworkers, including one from the group I eat breakfast with every day, are in the ever-so-lovely flyover state of Minnesota for a conference this week. We were making fun of them all last week, about how boring it will be. So I thought I’d be nice and promised to send something funny to my coworker every day.
That was foolish.
I’m not that funny, nor do I often find funny things.
I’m already a day behind! So, if you’re funny, or if you know someone or something that is funny, please help me…
Longing
Saturday started with poker, but it didn’t end with it. The day continued with lunch and with laundry, but it didn’t end that way either. My Saturday ended with food, drinks, and music of the highest degree. The music, that is. The food and drinks were just about average. But why am I talking about endings?
I came downstairs, having just changed into my ever so fabulous red pants, to find Mike sitting on the sofa with his jacket and shoes on looking pretty annoyed. Turns out he thought we were leaving at 3:30. I just wanted to be back from the laundromat by 3:30, so I could change, and we could leave at 4:00. It was 3:40. Confusion cleared and disaster averted, we left on time at 4:00 for the Woo.
The Woo is totally just a short-cut name for Worcester. Try pronouncing that one if you aren’t from around here. Let me give you a hint. Only two syllables. Lost? Okay, here you go: “Wuh-stah.”
We met up with some awesome friends at the 99 for an early dinner. I desperately tried to find something on the menu that isn’t teriyaki chicken, but ordered teriyaki chicken anyway. We also got half a round of candy apple drinks. They are sweet and sugary, and I love the sugar!
We talked and drank and talked and ate and talked for a while, and eventually went through the fun hassle of paying the bill when 4 people have twenties and the other 3 want to use credit. Ah, the days of ATMs. How lovely. We then drove through some city construction (which has been going on for years now, and I don’t think will ever be complete) to get up to WPI.
We were early. Very early. But that didn’t stop us, as we walked in the well-marked glass door to the new entry way to Riley Commons. Yellow and white packing tape adorned the walls and floor, marking the path to the correct room. This was Road Trip! The walls in the commons had the occasional street sign, and the stage was adorned by a backdrop depicting a road going off into the distance with perfect perspective. The same yellow and white tape was used to mark those lines.
Aside from the stage and the signs, the room was otherwise filled with empty chairs. Voices from over in the corner practice licks from a song I’d never heard before. Voices from 3 feet in front of me yelled my name and approached me for hugging. The hugging and greeting persisted for a while, until The Boss (a.k.a. Melissa, Interstate 8′s business manager) told us to get our butts on the stage.
Every year, since the founding of Interstate 8 – no fella a cappella, the girls (note how I carefully didn’t say “my girls,” they’re Lori’s now, *sigh*) have been singing “Swing Down,” a barbershop-esque Sweet Adeline arrangement of the old religious standard “Swing Low Sweet Chariot.” The audience is sick of it, but we don’t care. For at least four years now, the alumnae have been asked up on stage to sing along. One year, we had almost everyone. The stage was so crowded full of people it was hard to move. It was awesome.
This year, and this term, I-8 only had eight members present. The alumnae doubled that, and I’m pretty sure we sounded fabulous. I did my best to stay out of the way and keep my mouth shut when I wasn’t supposed to be singing, but ended up volunteering to cover for a part that only had one voice on it. Stupid show-off. I only knew like 1/3 of that voice-part. I made up the rest.
This little rehearsal was followed by more chatting and hugging and greeting and seeing and talk-talk-talking. When the doors opened for the general public, a pouring of people came in, and the middle section was quickly filled. I nervously watched as Maria and one of the (not my) other girls re-hung the drooping backdrop. No one should ever climb a ladder in flip-flops. If that ladder is then being held up by someone else wearing flip-flops and that ladder is being held up on the wrong side… let’s just say I nearly had a heart attack.
I was nervous for all the girls at 10-til when the seats were still less than half filled, but eventually the other two seating sections did fill up. The show finally started and I got my first taste of singing in front of people in a while. I have to say it was pretty awesome, though the rush just wasn’t properly there. The hole in my heart could not be filled by a three-minute song that I memorized more than six years ago.
I still remember the first day we brought this song out into the echo-chamber-like stairwell in Alden. I remember my skin being tickled by the sound. I remember staring intently at Bonniejean’s waving arm, and being “in the moment” as they say. The sound traveled up through the cavern of stone and reverberated back down to our ears and we enjoyed hearing ourselves sing. This was something we did often that first year – singing in the stairwells and the bathroom. The acoustics in the bathroom were equally stunning.
I took my seat back to enjoy the show. All of the groups were awesome, as was the M.C. My favorite arrangement came from a group from BU. They combined three songs that have the same chord progression into one, with three soloists interspersing their lyrics together. It was truly amazing. My favorite soloist came out of I-8, but of course, I don’t know her name.
The girls of I-8 this year, at least the ones that were present for Road Trip (apparently two were away on project and one was sick), numbered eight. Two of them were around during my tenure. They were freshman during my senior year. They were my freshman. Mine! But I had to surrender them to the future of the group. One of them became the business manager for three consecutive years while the other did a stint as director. They are talented and beautiful girls, and I cannot believe they’re going to graduate this year.
In fact, all of Lori’s girls were beautiful and talented. The whole show was very well run, and was a lot of fun. I wish I could congratulate every one of you, but I’m an old-fuck now, and I probably scare some people.
Following the show, we got a tour of the new little theatre and chatted for a while with I-8′s recording master of all things awesome, Honeysmack (some people call him Steve). Then we gathered together for drinks and talking. This was followed by more drinks and more talking, and more talking after that, which probably bothered the waitress… woops…
As we drove home, I listened to my copy of I-8′s new CD. It is truly very good, not a bad lick on it. I feel full of pride when I hear some of my… I mean Lori’s… girls singing their bits. I love them all.
Discussions of the evening did not center on the topic of my starting a semi-pro group, but the idea did bat around for a while. I don’t know if I could handle that kind of insanity. But it could be done. Maybe it’ll be a summer project.
Ain’t Nothin’ Gonna Break My Stride
Welcome to the blog entry where I talk about writing blog entries. Does that make me a loser? Don’t answer that.
I kept a diary when I was a kid. I kept it and wrote in it daily. Every day! For about three weeks. Like everything else I did in my childhood, it was a short fad, and I quickly got over it. I have a rather short attention span.
Many years later, my attention came back to the idea of talking about myself in an egocentric way, and I made myself a website. I had decided that I had better learn HTML, since it’s popular, and I wanted to be cool. Okay, that’s not entirely true. There was a boy I liked who had a website and I wanted him to like me. Never happened. Turned out to be a great friend, actually.
My dinky-ass website was atrocious. It was hard to look at, difficult to focus on, and even with today’s modern broadband would have taken approximately forever to load. I got really excited about JavaScript for a while and had every single image on the page have a roll-over. I had moving graphics once I figured out how to make those. I had a graphic link map that was about 1400 pixels tall by 600 pixels wide. And I had a proto-blog.
This thing was an exercise in ego. I “posted” about how I hate fountain pens. I spouted my full-of-self opinion about frames and auto-loading MIDI files. I blabbered about my minimum wage job at Hallmark. All in yellow text on a black background, and all without capitalization or punctuation. Aren’t we all glad I grew up?
As far as I know, there really weren’t actual blogs back then. And if there were, they definitely weren’t being hosted on single-purpose servers or even being powered by free and open blogging tools. I don’t even think the word “blog” existed. I called it “Assorted Ramblings.” That part was probably accurate.
Where am I going with this? Well, see, I’ve recently been having a difficult time coming up with stuff to write about. When I started, all of two months ago, it was easy. I had a long-winded story to tell, and I was excited to tell it. I had plans and was blogging in advance of publication.
Don’t worry, there will be no hiatus. I’m taking this as a new challenge in my writing “career” or what have you. Part one was to adopt capitalization and punctuation (my website in college). Part two was to adopt color schemes that don’t make you want to cry (my LiveJournal). Part three was to start writing coherent stories and essays rather than lists of “things I did this weekend” (later entries in LiveJournal and this here site). Part four, the current part, is to write every day.
I’m not doing perfect at that.
I’ve decided that not writing on weekends is okay, since I really don’t even touch computers on weekends most of the time. Weekends are totally technology-free for me. Okay, not really. I can’t function without technology. But at least they are mostly computer-free.
So I guess I get a reprieve from my lack of weekend entries but there really ought to be five entries on here every week. I feel pretty rotten when I miss the occasional day! Sometimes, though, I just don’t have anything to say. That’s not really the point, though. The point of part four is to write every day. Every day. Regardless of what there is to say. Write every day.
So there you have it.
Moving on into the rest of the blogosphere, I have to once again thank the ever so awesome Al Can’t Hang for pimping this blog on his site. I cannot understand why anyone would be so excited about this silly blog. In other blogosphere news, it’s looking increasingly likely that my next-cube-neighbor here at work will be making up a blog this weekend. He makes no guarantees, but as we discussed, I’m good at coercion. So, look forward to his wit. And now, inspired by Al, here is a list of blogs you should have read before you even thought about coming to this hole in the ground:
- Nickerblog – by far my favorite blog on the internet, he tells it like it is.
- Wil Wheaton Dot Net currently In Exile – if you think you’re a blog reader and you don’t read this, you’re sorely mistaken.
- Tao of Poker – a prolific writer who live blogged the World Series of Poker and has an extremely interesting life.
- Al Can’t Hang – a funny guy who drinks too much SoCo – what am I saying, there’s no such thing as too much SoCo!
- DoubleAs – an amazing poker player – read his whole backlog to see the progression of his skills and maybe learn something.
- Poker Grub – the journey of a playwright-gambler who tries to subside on poker – I’ve not finished reading his archives yet, but I like what I’ve gotten to.
- Poker Perspectives – learn poker along with Maudie and live vicariously through her first visits to a live casino and to Vegas.
- FeliciaLee – real insight into the back world of poker and some tips for not sucking at poker.
When I pick up a new blog, I start at the beginning. That probably makes me insane. But I’ve learned so much from reading the back story of these people. Following the story of a life over a year or two or four is really interesting to me, and the writers above make it so with their quality writing and funny stores. I know there are more blogs out there that I should be reading. Let me know what I’m missing out on and I’ll add it to the queue of archives.
Now, for some other blogosphere news. I’ve decided to prune down the list links to friends on the right there. Many of them don’t post often (or ever), so I’ve congealed the lists and only included people who’ve posted in the past month. If I took you off and that annoys you, well, then, post something! :)
Writing is awesome. I should do it every day.
I Was Thinking That I Might Fly Today
Editor’s Disclaimer Update: Diane’s finger is looking much better today and has a much smaller bandage attached to it now. It is possible that she may even be able to type correctly! Moving on…
I often say that I’m not really a girl. In many ways that’s true. I like sports and action movies. I drink beer and do shots occasionally. I like math, science, and technology. I play video games and poker. I can take most insults without taking them to heart. I can dish out insults in a joking tone. I don’t wear jewelry. I only wear a dress if I have to. I wouldn’t be fashionable at all if it weren’t for my sister. I have a thick skull and I’m stubborn.
Thing is, though, I’m not all masculine. I also enjoy romantic movies. I also drink wine and frou-frou “girly” drinks. I also like music, painting, and arts-and-crafts. I took bridge lessons when I was younger. I can get unexpectedly emotional. I do care what I look like. I wish I was fashionable on my own. I ask for directions when I’m lost and my thick skull is often accompanied by a thin skin.
Really, though, aside from physical features, the one thing that makes me realize that I am in fact female most often is tears. I’m kind of an idiot about crying. I do it too frickin’ much. So much that it annoys even me. I hate that every emotion I have results in tears. Upset? Cry. Mad? Cry. Frustrated? Cry. Worried? Cry. Joyful? Cry. Proud? Cry. Excited? Cry. What the fuck is that?!
I’ve had a couple recent incidents that have set me off something awful. The worst part is, once I start, I have a real hard time stopping. It creeps up on me. First, the choking feeling in my throat comes, and I gasp for oxygen. Then I feel the salinated water welling up in my eyes. I’ll lean my head back, force my eyes to stay open, look up, do anything to keep those tears contained, because once they let loose, it’s all over. A streak down my cheek, sniffles, and then if I’m really lucky, the complete water works.
I truly do try to stop this nonsense. Especially since I graduated into the Real WorldTM. I’ve had moderate success in this area. I went almost a year before I let a tear out at work. I’ve been trying to let things slide more. Of course, almost any movie will still set me off. Happy endings get me. Romantic endings. Sad endings especially. Sometimes there’s sobbing.
I have seasonal affective depression. It’s gotten kind of ridiculous lately. I wake up, and it’s dark. The sun is rising as I drive to work. I go to my desk when is no where near any windows. I leave work, and the sun is setting. Yesterday, I got stuck working on something for a while and when I left work the sun had already gone to visit another part of the world.
So this silly mental crap mixes with my tendency to cry and I get a water ride theme park on my face.
At least I am aware of it. I figure, I’m a pretty intelligent person. I ought to be able to keep control over my emotions. I don’t want to become a robot or anything like that. I would like to have a semblance of normalcy.
Where am I going with this? I don’t know. I abandoned this post like 5 hours ago and came back to see it still sitting here. It’s kind of difficult to click the “Publish” button on this one. I guess I’d better just do it anyway.
The Dead of Night
Editor’s Disclaimer: Diane burned her right pointer finger on the toaster at work yesterday. It is therefore wrapped in some fancy gauze-like material that makes it very difficult for the normally adept typist to type. She is doing her best, and has spell checked the entry, but asks that you not be too upset or disturbed if a completely bizarre misspelling or wrong word is found in this here post. Thank you for your patience. Moving on…
After the atrocious Patriots showing on Monday night, I knew I couldn’t just go to bed. I was nervous for Mike and Kate to make it home safe, and I was perhaps a bit too depressed from the distressing loss. Stupid Colts… No, really, it was because I don’t particularly like being home alone, the silence is deafening without knowing someone else is around. So, I left the TV playing the sounds of the local news on in the background and brought out my laptop for some fabulous online poker action.
I had complained to Poker Room a couple weeks ago because their servers were running super slow while I was trying to play a cheap multi-table tournament. They credited me with a ticket to another multi-table tournament, which was good for only a week. I was appeased, and even wrote a thank you email note to the tech support people. Karma is important in poker.
I noticed that the ticket was good for a MTT or a SNG. That was very kind of them. I don’t really play that many MTTs, due to my lack of patience. I don’t even remember what made me think that playing a MTT last week was a good idea. But I do have a soft spot for 5-handed turbo SNGs.
I signed up for one of those, and bubbled out on a stupid move on my part. I think I had been playing pretty well. I avoided all-ins, I bought unwanted pots, I was doing great. Then, when we were down to three, the chip leader had a massive lead over me (5-1) and I had a substantial lead over the shortest stack (3-1). But I didn’t really think about the second half of that sentence, I only considered the first half.
I was UTG and the chip leader was to my left. I got a good but not great hand (but I honestly can’t remember what exactly at this point), looked at the impending blinds (I had a bit more than three BB left and I decided to push. The monster stack called, and then the shortest stack called. Bad move on my part and a bad move on the shortest stack’s part. I should have for the blinds to take out the short stack (it would have only taken the one orbit). After my mistake, he should have waited to see if I got knocked out. My mistake was punished. His mistake was rewarded. I lost both ways. I moved on.
I decided that I wanted to play something different, something easier, something more like Omaha 8-or-Better. I really love this game, but I had a really bad run a week or so ago. (I was up 3x my table buy-in due to one idiot donator, and when he left, I didn’t, and I leaked nearly all of that and more back out to a new comer who was probably better than me). Since I wasn’t in the mood to try the hard stuff just yet, I went over to Pacific Poker, where they let you play O8 for nickels and dimes rather than half-dollars and dollars. I like the cheap.
I was down early, but there were so many O8 idiots at the table that I couldn’t leave. I rebought, and managed to run up a nice little profit. I was up 10 BB! In nickel-dime, that’s a dollar. But I was excited by my progress, and pissed at the Pacific interface (which is disgusting) so I went back to Poker Room for the more expensive low-stakes variety. I did well there too! Very well, in fact – I got the mortal nuts of O8: a straight flush A to 5. It’s mortal because it’s theoretically possible that you may have to split the pot with some idiot who also has the nut low, and theoretically possible that in perfect circumstances someone else might have a higher straight flush. In this case, the first didn’t happen and the second wasn’t possible, so I took in a huge pot. I was up 3 BB!
I decided that I wanted to change it up again. (I have a wicked short attention span sometimes.) So, I headed back to Pacific to fight with their interface to look for Stud 8-or-Better. No one was playing at limits I felt comfortable with, so I decided to go with regular old Stud. I still don’t know how to play this game for real. I have vague ideas of what good starting hands are, and I know to keep track of cards that kill my draws, but I have a hard time with all of the complexity. I’m learning! This table saw full houses take the pot four times in a row. One of them took a huge pot from me because I had trip jacks on fifth street, and his full was completely concealed – now that I think about it, it was rivered. I figured him for two pair, and that’s what he had until the river. There’s an example of how bad I am at this game… I left that table up about five cents (A.K.A. even) when I heard clanging on the back porch.
The clanging made me very nervous, so I didn’t get up to look, even though I knew it was probably Mike just putting the grill away. Moments later, Mike came in through the front door, and the night was actually allowed to be over. At 2:30 AM. I usually go to bed at 11:00 PM. Sometimes earlier.
I have yet to recover.
I am a zombie.
Rarrrrrr.
Coercion
Yesterday, while at work, I had an interesting IM conversation with my coworker and next-cube-neighbor, who happens to be my friend, and who happens to have had a role in Picasso at the Lapin Agile when I directed it a few months ago. The following conversation was edited for time and to fit on your television screen. Editorial remarks can be found in square brackets. The first of which is here: [I type wicked hell-a fast, which is why I dominate most AIM conversations I participate in. Deal.]
me: Reading blogs is bad for my brain
me: I read this one where the guy posts what he eats every day
me: “dinner:
Wendy’s chicken nuggets
fries (accidentally ate the salt packet that they mixed in with the fries)”
me: UGH!
him: Sounds pretty good.
me: salt packet?
me: SALT PACKET?!
him: Hey, if it’s bad for my brain, or basically any other part of my body, I’m there.
me: ah, the blog reading
me: http://pokergrub.com
him: The reading of blogs.
me: He plays poker and eats
me: Theoretically his poker playing should pay for his food
me: It doesn’t, ’cause he sucks at poker
me: But he’s funny anyway
me: I’m reading the back log – I’m in May of 2004
him: Hmm.
him: Still thinking it might be nice to get my own thingamajig (read: blog) going.
me: It’s super easy
me: Are you willing to spend money?
me: If no, go with LiveJournal
him: Probably not as a first timer, no…
me: If yes, get a URL
me: And get WordPress (which is free)
me: It’s just the domain name that costs money
me: And the site hosting
me: But I’ve got one place that does both for $7 a month
me: LiveJournal is free though
me: I totally did that for over a year before I branched out to the real world
him: I have something like 10 MB on Verizon. Not sure how to use it, though. I would guess it’d be easier to just hit LiveJournal.
me: You’d need access to an SQL server, you probably don’t get that on verizon
me: http://www.livejournal.com/
me: Sign up
him: Prolly true.
him: I looked at that a while ago, but it said invites were necessary for the freebee.
me: For LJ?
him: Yep
me: That happened for a while, but they opened up again, I thought
him: Or like $5 for 2 months
me: If they require an invite, I’ll send you one
him: Well, don’t do anything yet
me: I’m still a paid member (because I wanted to make my site all prettified – that costs money)
him: Like I said, still toying.
me: Sign up now, if you can get the free now
me: Then you will be won over to the dark side
me: Bwa ha ha ha!
him: Trying to decide whether I want to put in the effort.
me: Effort shmeffort
him: Well, I just don’t want to start it, post 5 times, then just leave it as an artifact for future generations of netizens.
me: Half the world does that
him: Yeah, but the other half of the world has conviction for something other than quitting.
me: :)
him: Wait, I’m reading that back and trying to decide whether it contains a logical thought.
him: Never mind, I’m not worth it.
me: What?!
me: I’m confused
him: Thinking.
me: No monetary investment required: https://www.livejournal.com/create.bml
him: I was exercising my brain when it was wholly unnecessary. That goes against my personal code of conduct.
me: Tsk tsk tsk
him: It was a lamentable slip.
him: Still, it might be worth it. I am oft able to turn the proverbial phrase, at least in written form.
me: It would be good for exercising the writer in your brain that’s been hiding out
me: You could totally make a fictional blog
me: Or not
me: But, you said you liked writing fiction before
[timelapse]
him: That’s my chief thing with a LiveJournal – The weirdness
me: It’s totally just like high school
me: Without the part where you have to study for history class
him: I’m a) doubting whether anyone would want to read my blog, and b) doubting whether I’d want anyone to read my blog.
me: DRAMA with a capital d-r-a-m-a
him: Mainly I kinda just want to write it.
me: ah
me: part a – I’ve had over 200 unique visitors to my new site in 3 months
me: Disturbing, yes
me: But also awesome
me: part b – that one is more difficult
him: Because if you tell all your friends about your blog, you can’t really get too deep into any goings on…
me: If you don’t want anyone to read it you may as well get a paper journal
him: No, it’s not that.
him: Well, it’s like you want some people to read some things but not everybody to read everything.
him: I’d rather not have to be censored.
me: You can set up filters
me: Or not
him: Interesting
me: You can post stuff so only certain user names can read it
me: It becomes kind of a game though
me: I don’t know how insane your friends are
me: But sometimes things like that leak out
him: Not very.
me: And then the DRAMA
me: My friends are nuts
[and I mean that in the kindest way]
him: I honestly don’t have any deep dark secrets. No drama.
him: But still…
him: Anh.
him: Maybe I’ll try it.
me: If you’re friends are less nutso than mine, you’ll probably be fine
me: Try this as an adventure
me: Only tell one of your friends about the LJ and see how long it takes to spread the word
me: It’s insane
me: I only told Tara, and I had a f-list 20 long within 2 weeks
him: Hm.
him: Chances are I’d just AIM profile the sucker.
me: Works especially well if that one friend is a LJ-junkie
me: Yeah, that’s so normal…
me: :)
him: I don’t think they are.
him: Thing about it is, I’m a very modest person. I have this little voice saying “If you have a LiveJournal it means you think you are cool enough that people should read about you, or what you think.” Now, not to say I don’t think I have valid input, but I definitely don’t want to be the cool kid.
me: You’re not cool
me: Don’t worry
me: HAHAH1
me: !
me: :)
[at this point, I stand up to make sure he knows I'm joking]
him: ROFLMAO OMG That’s a funny joke!!!11oneoneoneeleven.
[at this point, I laugh out loud like a hyena]
me: No one is cool enough to have a blog
me: But everyone who has a blog reads other blogs
me: It’s like a narcisistic circle
him: Sweet.
him: I know I’m narcoleptic, but narcisistic?
me: I’m not actually narcisistic, I just like writing
me: That’s what I tell myself anyway
him: Yeah. And that’s what it comes down to.
me: I try not to check my site stats too often
me: When I do I’m constantly surprised anyway
me: I get hit by the strangest Google searches…
him: Yeah. Well, you’re talking me into this fairly well. Like with Picasso. You are good at getting me to do things I want to do anyway, but am tentative about.
me: I’m very good at coersion (sp? – I just spent a good 30 seconds trying to figure out how to spell that)
him: It’s all right. I almost had to dictionary.com narcisistic… But then I realized that would be “narcisistic”.
[turns out it’s actually "narcissistic"]
me: “coercion”?
me: wtf?! that doesn’t make any sense!
me: Sometimes the English language makes me want to throw things
me: I’m totally blogging this conversation
him: Umm… w00t?