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[li]someone out there is having a problem with their DSL and I can do nothing to fix them[/li][li]someone is screaming at their technical support person right now[/li][li]only death is certin[/li][li]somewhere outside my window someone is doing something really freaky, and I am not there[/li][/ul]
… Vikings used to believe that the goddess of the underworld, Hela, used to collect finger and toenail trimmings to build a ship with which she would invade Midgard during Ragnarok. So they would burn their nail clippings so she would be short of building materials.
… whenever I see someone trimming their nails, I have the strange urge to relate this information to them.
… somewhere out there are all the turds my cat has passed since I started letting her out.
~ Not only am I not where I want to be, but I have no clear ideas on how I got here, or how to get out.
~ My last web design customer was scared of tildes (~) thinking they were a form of snobbery to non-web-using people.
~ The only thing that makes me feel any real emotion lately is music.
~ I do the same 50 mundane things every day, in roughly the same order, and at roughly the same time.
~ The things that I do, each and every day, could not be done in precisely this way by anyone else in the world.
~ The things that everyone else does each and every day, could not be done in precisely that way by anyone else in the world.
~ Given those two hypotheses, no one in the world is ever appreciated enough for what they do.
~ The song I’m listening to (The Rainbow Connection by Kermit the Frog) is going to make me cry in a minute.
~ It might be kind of weird that Muppets can make me cry.
~ While I was typing this, a minute of my life passed me by - a minute that could have been spent in an infinity of different ways, depending on the myriad choices I made to bring me to this moment.
~ Time only goes. It never comes back.
~ This is the most depressing post I’ve ever made.
Maybe some of you should start taking some chances
Maybe some of us could do with taking more walks
Music is more important to me then food
I am very, very happy to still be alive
Before my operation i had another year and a half to live before total heart failure (max)
If i’d been born 10 years earlier i’d be dead right now.
3 months ago i was mentally prepaired to die, now i’m finally getting mentally prepaired to live again
My little brothers have no idea how lucky they are
I have no regrets, only experiences i’ve learned from.
I just scared the living jesus out of my cat with a tamborine (all his little paws went in seperate directions at different speeds while he spun around)
Anyone who needs to talk about anything is more then welcome to e-mail me or add me to their ICQ (my address and number are in my profile)
Sixteen years ago, while in the Marines, on deployment to Korea, I was on belay (holding the bottoms of ropes for people rapelling) with a young Republic of Korea Marine who “spoke” no English, yet could “sing” American songs. He knew all the words to all John Denver songs. We sang “Rocky Mountain High” ad nauseum. I wonder if he remembers me.
Someone I remember fondly, but have not kept in touch with over the years, has, unknown to me, died.
I have half-brothers and sisters, I have not seen in 25-30 years though we all live in the same state.
Years ago, I was once standing on a landing overlooking a section of King’s Island. A young lady passed below, glanced up, accidentlly made eye contact. We nodded and mouthed “hello,” and nothing more. I wonder who she was.
I haven’t had sex in a week, the newlywed phase must be over.
I really want sex but can’t do anything about it.
I am at my job that I hate, but somewhere, someone wants my job.
I constantly wear shoes that hurt my feet and make me too tall, but I can’t stop wearing them.
I have 12 computers facing my head that could be proven in a few years to cause all types of radiation induced disease.
I could live till I’m 99, then what would I do with my time?
Do you think I’ll get sex more often then once a week when I’m 99?
–the warm, silky dog curled around my feet is dreaming, yipping and paws “running” in her sleep, and I have no idea what she dreams about or how the world looks to her.
–my handwriting changes so drastically when I’m tired, stressed, etc. And it’s changed so much as I’ve gotten older. It used to be small, neat and rather beautiful; now it’s much scrawlier.
–my civilization is in my “stuff”; I couldn’t produce anything I’m surrounded with: grow and weave fabric stuff; design and build a house, computer, furnace, car, glassware, etc. I’d be lost without other people’s skills.
–artists, musicians and math whizzes–engineers and such–conceptualize in a way I’ll never be able to do. They can perceive things I can’t.
You people impress the hell out of me. When i started this thread i hardly expected more then 2 or 3 posts at the most, but there’s some deep, introspective, thoughtfull stuff in here
Thank you for being so open and willing. And as i’ve said, if any of you feel you need to talk my address and ICQ# are in my profile.
Upham
…it doesn’t really matter who’s in office, just as long as he doesn’t become a fascist dictator.
…there are people with views diametrically opposed to mine. And they are just as right as I am.
…if I could nominate Oscar contenders, I’d try and get a “Best Supporting Actor” nom. for Wilson, the volleyball in Castaway.
…Popularity is no proof of quality.
…A lot of words look funny if you’re not used to seeing them on paper (or screen)
…Television today is of such high visual quality, and special effects are so amazing that what we consider mundane, overdone, even kitch was inconceivable in the 60s, when cool special effects would really have been appreciated.