| Why this journal is dead |
[Nov. 15th, 2008|10:34 pm] |
Y'know, I totally forgot I even had a LiveJournal account. I'm still writing, just not here. I've got a blog at http://futureprobe.blogspot.com, which I update about two or three times a week, and I adapted "The Hunt For Red October" for Star Trek, and the resulting story appeared in Randy Lander's Antares fanzine. It's online here
Life moves forward.
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| Nibbles . . . |
[Jan. 26th, 2006|08:21 pm] |
I don't have any close friends online. There's just too much going on in my offline life to have any time to cultivate remote friendships. Still, there are a few special folks that I feel fondness toward, folks that I've had good online times with in the past. People like Adm_Hawthorne, mcmac, PG15, Kaitz, kick3, Shatna . . . and Nibbles. Nibbles died three days ago. She was only 28. I'll be 28 in April.
Of course, I never really had more than a passing acquaintance with her, but her warm and friendly personality shone through. She always had something nice to say about the fanfics that I infrequently posted on her board. I feel guilty because the last thing she said to me was a post in this thread (http://www.kellyzkorner.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=1143) at Kellyz Korner that basically said "hey, I was enjoying this story, where are you gonna write some more?" And now she'll never see it finished. I know it sounds silly, but I feel like I let her down.
And so another name is added to the "people I look forward to seeing in the resurrection". I'm glad I know that the hold death has on us isn't permanent, and there's a real hope of seeing these people again, but that doesn't make it much easier right now, and I guess it's not supposed to. We humans were designed to be pretty adaptable creatures, but death is something even perfect people were never programmed to accept. I look forward to the time when we don't have to anymore. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2006|03:41 pm] |
Every once in a while you have a crazy dream, something you'd like to do but know you'll never be able to. Me? I wish I could get together a band like the Tennessee Three, and we'd go all over playing old Johnny Cash songs. I've been listening to a lot of Cash lately, and it's brilliant, especially the old boom-chicka-boom stuff. It's an unbelievable shame that nobody makes that kind of music anymore.
So that's what I wish I could do: slick my hair back, put on a black suit and boots, and tour with my own version of the Tennessee Three, playing all those old boom-chicka-boom Johnny Cash songs. Of course, I can't play guitar or any other instrument. And my singing's not so great either. But a guy can dream. |
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[Jul. 26th, 2005|03:31 pm] |
No one reads this blog, which is perfectly fine with me. You'd think it'd bother me to be roundly ignored, but I find it kind of comforting. I mean, if a bunch of random strangers were wandering in here and critiquing my writing it'd be kind of weird, y'know? Of course, maybe I'd get some readers if I filled my blog with lurid, steamy sex scenes but I think this would just gross out most folks. And if somebody actually got turned on by reading about me having sex, I'd definitely find that disturbing.
All in all, I think a readerless, non-sexual blog is a good thing. |
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| True Tales of Induhviduals |
[Jul. 22nd, 2005|08:30 am] |
I had always thought that sitting in 100-degree heat smoking cigarettes was bad for pregnant women, but I must have been wrong. Some background: I live in North Central Florida, which experiences 90+ degree heat and extremely high humidity during the summer months (which last from June to mid-October). It is a bad idea to spend any time at all outside during the summer, and native Flordians derive much amusement from all the tourist dodos who come down here from places like New Hampshire, only to collapse from heat exhaustion as soon as they get out of their SUVs.
Fortunately, I work at a nice air-conditioned call center. I still get my fill of the Florida heat during the afternoon trek to my car when it's time to go home, and I would not dream of voluntarily leaving the air-conditioned comfort of the building at any other time. That's why I'm amused (and by 'amused', I mean the kind of amusement you get from hearing about idiot criminals who try to rob a bank with a toy lightsaber) by smokers. They're always cheerfully sitting in our concrete-walled outdoor smoking area that's maybe twenty yards from a loud and busy Interstate highway, entertaining themselves by inhaling vast quantities of cigarette smoke mixed with car exhaust.
Anyway, I was sitting at my desk minding my own business the other day when I was almost knocked over by an eight-month-pregnant ball of fury, on her way to angrily confront her manager. The new schedules had just been published, and she was incensed to learn that she was not scheduled for a break during her four-hour 9am-1pm shift. She insisted that her doctor had ordered her to take breaks every two hours. I butted in to point out that when her doctor told her to take breaks, he probably didn't mean that she should go outside and smoke in 100-degree heat. She was immediately overcome by the logic of my arguement, and vowed to throw away her cigarettes and change her ways.
Obviously, if you believed that last sentence then you have the brains of cottage cheese. Actually, she threatened to hit me. |
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| Disney Princesses Attack! |
[Jul. 20th, 2005|08:13 am] |
Like you, I wonder if the Disney princesses know karate. I realize that they wouldn't have much use for it in the Disney Animated Film Universe (although it would be pretty funny to see Snow White dropkick the wicked witch instead of just eating the apple and falling down dead), but many of the princesses have to spend time in the Real World these days, and I'm worried for them.
I started thinking about this when I went to Disney World last year and noticed that there was a special Disney Princesses Greeting Area adjoining one of the gift shops. There was a long line of little girls lined up, waiting for their photo op with Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, etc. but it occurred to me that there was nothing to prevent creepy stalker-type guys from getting in line, too. Of course, it could be that Disney already has armed Cast Members (the Disney World term for "employee") ready to spring into action, but unless they're disguised as gift store merchandise or little girls I doubt it. That leaves open the possibility that a creepy stalker-type guy could get in the line and try to get a hug from Snow White or Princess Jasmine. So I wonder if they're trained in self-defense, like Sandra Bullock in "Miss Congeniality"? If so, wouldn't it be great to see Cinderella flip some guy that was getting fresh with her? Or maybe Sleeping Beauty could pull out a can of pepper spray and let the guy have it. Wouldn't that be awesome?
As a matter of fact, I have an idea. The next time Disney needs to drum up attendance, they don't need to go to the time and expense of building a new attraction. Just put on a show called "Cinderella's Self-Defense Adventure". The way it would work is, some sleazy-looking guy would try to grab Cinderella, and she would kick the crap out of him using some spiffy martial-arts moves. They could do the show several times a day using different princesses. I don't see how this show could fail to be a big hit. It could even inspire a Charlie's Angels-type movie with all the Disney princesses teaming up to kick butt. And another hot-chicks-kicking-butt-in-tight-outfits movie couldn't be a bad thing. |
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| I haven't done this since Julius Caesar was President! |
[Jun. 1st, 2005|10:04 pm] |
Write in my LJ, I mean. I almost never update this thing, but what is there to say? Yes, Revenge of the Sith rocked, but I'm only the ten billionth person to say that. You know, if somebody ran across a bunch of blog entries from ancient Egypt or the Roman Empire, it would be a huge archaeolgical find. Historians would wet themselves with delight at the prospect of poring over the innermost feelings of everyday people that lived thousands of years ago. Thousands of years from now, if anyone digs up a bunch of Internet postings from 2005, historians will roll their eyes at the prospect of scrolling through zillions of "ROTS rocked!" posts. Our contribution to history will be pages of Internet pissing matches over why Yoda didn't give Palpatine a lightsaber colonoscopy after he knocked him on his butt, rather than standing there and waiting for him to get up.
The bottom line is that people have more power than ever before to spread their thoughts and ideas around the globe, but unfortunately, people do not have a ton of thoughts and ideas. Thanks to the media, everyone has the same two or three ideas, and they're convinced that they are the sole posessor of the world's only correct set of opinions.
And that's all I have time for. My wife is giving me that look that means that I have about two minutes to get off the computer and pay attention to her before she goes ballistic. And allowing that to happen would be like giving Pol Pot the keys to the Death Star. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 4th, 2005|08:17 am] |
I wish I lived in Sitcom World. Mainly I say this because of my job. It's not bad really, but people in Sitcom World always work in offices full of attractive women and spend their workday in wacky, humourous antics. They're never expected to knuckle down and do any actual work.
If only the real world could work like that. I was born in the wrong universe. |
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| Top 5 Missed Clues that Chancellor Palpatine was really Darth Sidious |
[Apr. 4th, 2005|08:21 am] |
Watching the Star Wars prequels, it's pretty hard to fathom that the wise, far-seeing Jedi never figured out that Palpatine was Darth Sidous until it was too late. Here are the top 5 clues to Palpatine's true identity that the Jedi missed.
5. I don't know, maybe the GIANT FREAKIN' STATUE of a SITH LORD in his OFFICE?
4. The way he fried insects with Force Lightning instead of just buying a bug zapper like everybody else.
3. His office stationery that said "From the Desk of Darth Sidious".
2. His "Dark Lords Have More Fun" t-shirt.
1. The sign on his office door that said "This is not the office of Darth Sidious" |
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