And I’m sorry, Mister Jones…
The Off-Ramp
Last chance to read something more interesting and meaningful before my whining and ranting begins...
Cubey speaks
Viewer roundup (I'm still loving crash-free Exodus
Doug Savage is funny
I'm surprised that Prok doesn't use this for all her rental signs
Cheyenne, if you think that's ugly, look at the people sometimes.
Let's check the tape, Mister Snerdly
Daily Dash: Transparent (Yep. Another cat story. Deal with it.)
Salome says... um... er... DUCK!
Darrius adds things up
I think this is the winner of Southernmost Die In A Fire in history
I'll add more as the day goes by... glycerine.
Let's begin.
I'm not sure why a song about some dude getting laid off sticks in my mind when it comes to my cat's letting me know his time is soon, since "Long Slow Fall" has also been on my mind quite a bit. And "Falling Slowly" and "Tears and Rain" and all that sad shit.
That, and the fact that I'm at the job right now. Working. Hardly filling any cardboard boxes or singing Ben Folds songs. (Darn.)
But it's there, Matthew's echoes singing it, and it is what it is.
I will do my best to be aware, avoid projection or lashing out, be as rational as I can, yet understand I can only do so much.
(But don't test me, or be surprised when I hand you your head for doing so. Jokey Smurf is out to lunch.)
So, one's Heinz, and one's Simply Heinz?
Ketchup is more complex that I thought.
Must research this further... (and write more for the buffet).
Haven't been writing much beyond "my cat is dying" crap as of late ("The Vet Told Me He's Dying" story is a rare attempt at humor at the situation, but the rest are slice-in-time pieces), so what little I can see of the imaginary space, I'll accept gladly, and clean up the archives in the meantime.
I've gotten to October 2006 with the tagging and the wordcounts... some were 107, others were 95... wow. Had to measure them by hand for a bit to confirm Word was on the mark.
Finding some real gems in there. Man, I write some seriously sick shit.
And then... back to the cat whiny crap...
Feel free to turn my volume down if it's getting too maudlin.
Or...
Stare at the cat who's not dying for a bit and gaze upon his magnificent two feet of tummy.
I don't know how to describe Emily Orr and her Razorblade Cookies site.
Daily stream-of-consciousness rundown and reaction to other sites?
Whatever she's doing, it's a good read.
(As opposed to my daily drivel, right?)
And now, your moment of tossing a flaming Buddhist Monk on to a gas station:
Been watching the Will Burns and Bernard Drax discussion on Twitter today. Just like I've seen it countless times before in various forms and guises and threads and sites and levels of vehemence.
Will knows his shit, has a good read on the players... a bit grumpy as of late, but I think he's got his eyes wide open and not letting the glittery-shiny distract him, nor let memories of past experience blind him to what's ahead, but serve as a guide to how folks react... the tells... like a good poker player. Has a good handle on his own biases and filters and limitations, and he's certainly not a liar or deceiver. Standup guy.
Drax, he's an honest one too, but too much enthusiasm can get heady... how to read that, well, you don't blame 'em for getting giddy over the possibilities, but when things haven't met expectations time and time again, you gotta temper optimism and wishful thinking a bit. The response: name-calling. I figured that Drax and Miss Makeupbreakupmakeupbreakup would whip out the "fundamentalist" label, just like he does with "Tea Party" and other shutting-down responses before the expected close-out/stalk-off post.
Pffft. Denial's a river in Egypt. (But not a region in SL?)
I don't consider myself a complete pessimist or optimist, but when I compare the two, based on the facts and the treatment of customers by the company, the pessimist is a lot more accurate than the optimists who are in some form of Pollyanna denial.
And I certainly will weigh the opinions/thoughts of those who have actually invested their own stake into SL and keep it there as opposed to those who are playing with the resources and money of others with no appreciable return or value added to it besides hype, noise, and drama, so Drax may be a bit off base, but still a valid data point to consider among the many that aren't.
Am I playing with other people's money in what I do? Well, I put my share of it in because it's an equal-share/equal-cost kinda deal we've got, so... yes? No? The needle is closer to No than Yes, certainly more so than quite a few others barking at the pixel moon and wishing it were daylight and sunny skies again.
"Caveat Emptor" comes to mind once again, and my grandfather's advice of "Don't invest anything you can't afford to lose" certainly applies when any form of deep-investment in Second Life as a customer is risky at best, especially with the tables rigged and the cards marked as they are.
However, the optimists and cheerleaders can still be appreciated as a welcome distraction, if not a creepy completely-in-denial distraction barely fit for greeting cards for the totally cracked, just as long as you keep one hand on your wallet and another on your gun.
So, yeah... I'll go out and play, or volunteer as an extra on some machinima shoot, share some of my writing here and there, or enjoy some poetry or storytelling, or chat with friends, etc and so forth.
But when something's a waste of my time, or a "sure fire investment opportunity" or "the X community needs saving and promoting" or got me wondering why I'm wasting my time swimming in the suck, I've got better things to do... and to spend my money on.
You're welcome to do it, and good luck to you, but you've been warned, eh.
Check their track record first... and then think it through.
(And don't spend what you can't afford to lose.)
They're taking down the barriers at the park, so I walked to the bridge and said hi to the Tortie.
She said hi back, lots of meows and chirps.
It may not be okay, but it is what it is, and that's alright.
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