no more sad
Re-reading the past entry, I mentioned being sad a lot. THe truth is, I was saying sad when I meant "disappointed". I didn't receive a wave of consoling "Cheer up Chum" emails, or anything like that, but I was still worried that I misconstrued my feelings by overusing sad, and your failure to console me either reflects your ability to understand my true meaning, or your harsh uncaring nature. I've ruled out the possibility that noone is reading, because people still tell me at parties that they enjoy reading my wacky updates. Besides, writing "nobody reads this" is foolhardy, because believing that would defeat the purpose of writing this at all. Why write if not to be read? Why speak if not to be heard? I've got questions on my mind, I think about them all the time.
Hey Brent, hope you liked that inside joke
That last sentence in the previous paragraph was a line from a song by a band that a friend was in back in High School, and I don't think anyone but Brent would remember it, but I made the joke anyways. Everyone else probably thought I was trying to be deep, but brent knew I was being flip and sardonic. Ok forget it, everyone knew I was messing around, because I don't write crap, I write nuggets of pure golden wisdom.
Brain Teaser
Is it wrong of me to call Osama Bin Laden "OBL"? I mean, am I giving him too much by granting him an abbreviation, or am I dehumanizing him by reducing his essence to 3 letters? People call "the events of September 11th" "9-11" and "9-1-1" and others say that doing that downplays the severity of the tragedy, but do they have a problem with my slang? I heard a linguist talking about issues like this on the radio (NPR) but I didn't call in and ask about OBL... I drive around listening to the radio with a cell phone, so I really should become a quirky radio-call-in-pseudo-celebrity. I could call all of the stations, become a prescence on every channel of both the AM and FM bands. I need to meet my potential, or at least win a whole lot of concert tickets.
troublsome
I get embarrassed for friends when they write emails or public postings that contain mis-spellings or poor grammar, but then I go around writing this and not caring about how I spell things. It's some sort of self-sabotage, to keep me from achieving greatness. I keep waiting for the day to come when I realize exactly what I want, seize it, and finally meet my potential. There's some greater purpose I'm going to serve, whether it's making the perfect webpage, or giving birth to Jesus-2. We shall see. It certainly has nothing to do with spelling.
