Smack

I wish I could digitally smack each and every person who has no freaking idea who Hunter S. Thompson was or what his cultural significance was . . . but who wants to pretend that this is a special dark day for them and give them extra sympathy because they are so fucking literate. I remember a time when no one expected everyone in the club to be faking having a nice big brain. I remember when there was an actual point of commonality if a topic like this came up.

Pours

I've got enough of a cold to not be firing on all cylinders but not enough of a cold to feel like just curling up and doing nothing. It has been raining bizarrely hard for days. Between the decongestant and the freakish weather, I feel like I am in some sort of alternate dimension.

I cancelled my physical therapy for tomorrow. I need to finish answering the questions for two email interviews. I need to fill out the paperwork for a convention I'm speaking at. I need to edit some photos and articles.

What I really want to do is run around naked in the rain.

Hunter S. Thompson

I have this sinking feeling that if Hunter S. Thompson felt it was time to give up the good fight, then we are all fucked. Of course, I have a cold, so maybe that is the fever speaking.

Hotness!

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I finished posting the next to last day of my Vegas snapshots. Can't believe it has been this long, but I've just been so swamped. Mostly with work I am happy about, but a whole heck of a lot of it. The pix from this night were from the most fun party of the trip, thrown by my friend the incomparable Abby. I'm going to do an actual article about it on Blue Blood dot net later. For now you can play name that rockstar at this link.

Public vs. Private

The internet makes it so that I feel like I can never talk anything out. I just keep any concern I have bottled up. Probably taking years off my life doing that, but I feel like I am always on trial. Other people can fuck up all the time, but I'm not allowed to have a five minute lapse in judgement. Then again, I guess I hold myself to a higher standard too.

Oh fuck it. I can't even make this post. I wanted this to be a personal journal, but everyone uses the stupid journaling services as public announcement boards these days. Which is better than the organized spam of myspace, but still, ugh. I wanted to have a journal for my not-ready-for-primetime thoughts and insights. I wanted to be able to get the kind of feedback I used to be able to get by walking into the living room of my punk rock group house. Only, if I post an idea for something I'm going to work on in the future, the people who read my journal for ideas all have to jump on my train. At least if I wait until after I've done the thing, then the trainjumpers are more obvious. But it sucks for getting useful input beforehand. Plus everyone reading assumes that everything must be about them personally and maybe they should either take offense or feel overly important or convince someone else to get bent out of shape or envious. And, because so many people use this as their be-all end-all form of communication with the world, people are unlikely to read an unfinished thought as the rough draft it is.

I had a wonderful Valentine's Day dinner. Got a couple of new site reviews and magazines articles about my stuff this week. Physical therapy went really well today. I got a bunch of new equipment in this week. I need new shoes and an espresso machine.

I need to interact with more people who are actually trying to be happy. I feel a lot of empathy and constantly interfacing with people who are rolling around in misery is really a bummer because my heart goes out to them. But some people just never stop having problems. They never make the effort to stop having problems. They never grasp the brass ring, even when I hand it to them.

Vegas Pix

Got a couple more days of my Vegas pix posted. I'm very amused by the pic of Forrest and his sister because you can so totally see the family resemblance there. I so need one of those Snoop-style cups.









I really want to post about my weekend so far, but I don't think I can. Friday was kind of humorous and I got to see that being evil and unoriginal actually does make thieves unhappy. Saturday was awesome. At least I got to tell some friends about it with my actual speaking voice, but I wish I could post it here, it was so fucking cool. I like the idea of keeping a journal online because my friends are geographically all over the place, but putting thoughts and feelings on the internet is too much like publishing and I have venues for publishing already. The internet makes the conflict between the public and the private really frustrating for a much larger segment of the population than ever had to be concerned about it before.

So, you read my journal for inpiration...

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