Jane left one of the funniest comments I have ever read on the post below. Well, it made me laugh. However her newest post ain’t funny at all but necessary reading.
IM Dedd always makes me laugh. He even mentions one of my very favorite subjects in this weeks cartoon. He’s BIO’s resident cartoonist and is putting in a cartoon inspired by something I wrote. I’m honored and flattered.
Watched a video on 9/11 at BIO this morning. It made me think about freedom. There are several questions that I want to ask, and frankly, I’m not sure if I’m going to ask them all this week or spread them out of several weeks. Reserve the right to change my mind and only ask the following:
WHAT DOES FREEDOM MEAN TO YOU? Not looking for essays, though they’re always acceptable. Just a few words. Doesn’t even have to be freedom in the traditional sense, but freedom from late cold winters for one quick example.
I might summarize the answers here or in BIO; haven’t decided yet.
If anybody has any particular favorite Courting archived stories please let me know. Have the late winter blahs, a sore throat and bronchitis. Other than that I’m fine.
Just not feeling very creative or able to write anything interesting. My weekend: Friday night, ordered Chinese food, slept, wrote strange things, Saturday, slept, wrote even stranger things; Sunday, repeat of the same.
Spent most of the weekend, when awake and not writing very strange things, feeling guilty about everything possible. If you need somebody to feel guilty for you, please let me know. I do guilt so well when sick; actually that’s how I can gauge how sick I am since I don’t get fevers. And I spend a lot of time seeing if words make sense.
Normal words that I use everyday in concert with one another suddenly sound wrong, very wrong, like peanut butter with lard, yick, everything sounds like that. I lose any ability to make rational decisions or I think I do.
My brain slows down; I can actually focus on things like putting pictures in flickr. I look for simple chores like that because I become too depressed to actually stay in bed and read or watch TV. Though I spend much of my non-sick time wishing that I were sick and could stay in bed and watch TV or read.
Gawd, I hate the guilt gene; double since I’m half Irish Catholic and half Russian Jewish. And come from the our name is anxiety with some guilt family but we gave most of the guilt to Pia though she sleeps better at night, and is that fair?
Now I have to go to bed and think about how I sleep better than my dead parents did, and my sister does.
Other things I might ponder: if I go into Gmail through Google, why does it often say:
“sorry, no url…”
Why doesn’t the Google tool bar spell check have words like blogger?
Why does D–ce ask for donations on her blog? Not ones for charities but for her? She’s number 15 Technorati, has no blogroll but will of course love it if you put her on your blogroll. Yes I’m big on bloggers making money off it, if they can, but something about donations to pay for a persons European vacation is totally gross–or her kids college fund. Especially when she is making money off blogging as she obviously is.
It could be argued that she helped establish personal blogging, it could also be argued that she has done nothing to further blogging as a community, something I believe very strongly in.
If you shouted me out this week or something and I didn’t respond, I was feeling very very weird all week as many other bloggers can tell you, and shouldn’t have been allowed near a computer.
Blogshares? Why? What relation does it have to the real world stock market? Zilch. No way could a private company owner wake up one morning to see in Google that her company has gone public. Yet that’s how you find out in Blog Shares. Keep on getting emails saying that I was forced to sell 0 out of 2 shares in some really absurdly named blog; does that make sense? Especially since I have sent several emails asking if Courting could be taken private?
Just because I don’t like the game, Courting is grossly undervalued, and I’m a bit paternal or maternal about that, and I don’t want the emails I get every day. Get over 200 spam emails a day–soon I will add blog shares so I never have to see them since they don’t answer mine.
I think about blogging way too much, but it acts as a substitute for guilt, and right now there are about twenty things I feel guilty about none of which I want to share.
I’m very tired but feel like I spent the day messing up which is very strange because aside from putting photos in flickr did nothing. Feel guilty about that and am willing to share it.
These are the things that should cause sleepless nights but I’m good at sleep once I actually get into bed
Oh yes, believe that the Johari test rated its own page. Believe it’s flawed because you have to kind of know me and therefore the results are skewed, but hey you might know me better than I know me. Would like to mix this one the positive test with the negative test for a more accurate reading. Something to ponder before going to sleep.