Thursday, May 26, 2005 The link shows where I steal a lot of my punchlines
Who has the day off tomorrow? Me. (I do.) One of my housemates is playing a video that looks good, but it's subtitled, and as you know, I can't read. I prefer to do too many things at once to be able to really get into a subtitled movie. Reading a movie as you watch it? What, then, is supposed to distract me from the tea I've left to steep? I can't drink hot tea like a normal person: that would be unusual.
I feel like a real jerk referring to people as "one of my housemates" or "whoever was at the bus stop with me" or whatever, but it's the best I can do, I think. I worry about venturing into cute alias territory, for one thing. Gag. Gag. No. In me, I mean. It's fine when you do it, internet. I see why you do it, too. Calling someone by their first name in public space feels like writing it on a bathroom wall, even if I am just saying that we had lunch. I can handle it a little bit on other diary site formats, but this...I dunno. Are you bored? I'm bored.
Writing about blogs on a blog and blog blog blog blog blog blog. Come on.
It's on my mind, though. I think about the internet more than reasonable people do. I'm convinced that everyone lives on the internet like I live on the internet, so that I can't write about anything without everyone I deal with every day knowing, instantly.
Just now I was thinking about writing about one of my favorite inspirational topics, how bad people still get together, and I was going to use a real life example. The example was fairly gentle, even. It was a variation on the theme: wack-a-doo lunatics can form couples, too!
The thing is, I was going to use supporting detail from real life as I live it, and since I don't live a lot of real life, I was pretty much going to talk shit on some people I deal with at work. Talking shit is my calling, and in non-typed communication, I do it all the time. One time a girl in Richmond went around insinuating she was going to beat me up, I talked so much shit.
Well, she never did, right? So I never learned my lesson. Instead, I got maturity, which is awesome. Now I know to remain cagey and keep my biting little observations so wide-eyed that one might never know what I was up to.
I can't tell you about the couple I had in mind, but isn't it nice, though, that complete psychopaths can meet, fall in love, and marry? posted by Frenz | 5/26/2005 02:00:00 AM
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