The feeling you were truthful hurt more than does the feeling you lied. Thank you for not caring enough to hide the deceit.
Gritty analogy and bitterness
I had a conversation with a friend today on the various disgruntlements and angsts of dating. Naturally, being a fellow, he thinks I’m fortunate to have as many dates as I’ve had; regardless that each and every one has been experiental evidence of a number of broken themes amongst men that continue to annoy. He told me of the time he made a profile for his cat, just to see if it were true that women get more responses than men. The ad, of course, was flooded; he was immediately convinced that women have no cause for complaint because, hey, at least they’re […]
Pax pox
A peaceful pox, this illness. I’m not quite ill enough to be delirious or unconscious, but very much ill enough to make getting up, moving about, or trying to do more than sit still bothersome bordering on difficult. Needless to say, I’m bored to the point of screaming (only I dare not, as my head would likely explode; sinsus in an uproar as it is and throat decidedly scratchy and annoyed). Sigh. I was supposed to get the next pass on ink for the right arm today. I was supposed to go check out a new coffee shop today. I […]
Now I know I’m sick
Ugh. Two of the surest signs in the universe that your’s truly is not feeling well: (1) I have slept almost 16 hours straight. (2) Daka and Dakini have taken up post in bed, by my side, foregoing all and simply being close. So it’s pretty much downtime here. I’m writing from the laptop in bed and considering whether or not to try installing the VPN to log into work (bored and a touch of guilt are bugging me). I suppose I should just chill and focus on hoping it isn’t swine flu, but you know me… =/
distractionary humor
In case anyone is wondering, I’m fighting illness by trying to ignore it. So far, it’s not working too well. Sleep hasn’t helped; now I’m likely awake for the entire night (what with the average cycle being no more than four hours). Bleh. There may be a plethora of posts tonight.
interesting linkage
Turns out it isn’t oxygen deprivation that kills after heart attack trauma, it’s oxygen re-introduction (reperfusion). Go figure. http://www.newsweek.com/id/35045/output/print A fellow making music by essentially sampling youtube videos. Surprisingly good. http://www.thru-you.com/ Finally, I’m a bit late on this one, but here’s a paper demonstrating NASA’s work on dark matter. Looks like Einstein wins… and a few interesting things besides. http://www.stanford.edu/group/xoc/papers/macs0025.html
Compressed chat conversation
Archival. Themes I want to more fully explore. — 4:47pm************ Bubble 4:47pmBonnie hey you. Sup? 4:48pm************ Not much over here, though. Planning the next Siren panting. 4:48pmBonnie I see. I think you should do sometihng on the ancient sea goddess Ran. She supposedly captured men who fell overboard and dragged them to their doom. 4:49pm************ MMMM, that sound fun. 4:49pmBonnie Though it is often debated if she saved their souls in the process or not. Heh. Wiki her. 4:49pm************ Ha, that sounds like my day. 4:49pmBonnie Karma-tastic. Heh. Theme and meme and stream all at once. 4:49pm************ I will and […]
Moving through…
I find the difference between a flesh wound and a soul wound is largely having a sense of what the intention in any given thing is or may be reasonably guessed. As expected, knowing the latest ending was motivated out of a sense of good intention largely averts anger. Not completely, of course; the tired “fear and disappear” refrain wears on me. Enough so that I’m pulling back from various social sites and interests because I’m just not willing to put up with it. No, not even to try and get to what I need. I was also correct in […]
Taking a break
I’ll not bore you with details or drama; I’m going offline for a bit (I think). Excepting this site, all other avenues are closed for a time.
A rant on superficiality
This is a bit of a rant, courtesy of a friend’s dismay tonight on having her boyfriend of some eight months spring on her “the truth” that he isn’t attracted to her and he wants to break it off. Naturally, he thinks she’s wonderful in every way except “not being attracted to her”. Naturally, he finds this result after eight months quite reasonable. Through tears and sips of merlot, she regaled me with the story. She’s gone home now to snuggle kleenex and shove it all into the box called “it doesn’t matter” until she can believe it is true. Me? […]