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f.f.f. - 2003-10-18
Paula Abdul - Straight Up There is a certain message board online that I keep track of... Not that it is really about anything, but the posters there make me laugh. And as of now, I just lurk. The posters have become characters to me in a certain kind of net-sitcom atmosphere. But just recently one of the posters made a comment along the lines 'does anyone else think that we are all becoming parodies of our own online personas?' And that got me to think... got me to think as I sit here listening to Nickelback and Creed, and not objecting to what they are presenting to me. It got me thinking of my own online persona, and how I have built my self up on this site, and a few others as something I am not. Nickelback - Leader Of Men I thought that if someone who knew me in the real world for a couple of years all of a sudden cut off contact with me... but kept reading this site, they would have an erroneous assumption of the kind of guy I really am now. That bodes unwell for those of you who have never met me in person. Because this is not me, this is the sad bastard I play on the internet. Anyway... it's not like it matters. The 'network' will be pulling the plug real soon... and soon, soon, I will be gone, gone. It's like when your favourite blogger gets a full time job with say, Apple, or, to localize, RIM, and just cannot update like he used to. Well that will be me, minus the job security. I figure I will come back here, but I don't doubt that I will leave diaryland forever, as I am sure I will want to contain this sort of thinking elsewhere when I get back. So, gang, potential is that in less than three weeks... this site will never be updated again. Wait for it. Look for me at livejournal, maybe, in May. Or blogspot. Somewhere more... err, less... ya know. Headstones - Unsound The last few days I have been working with a temp named 'Angel'. She was from Sweden, or Switzerland, or some such wonderful place. She had the look and demeanour of some sort of amateur porn star, yet... despite the fact it seemed like she was about to spend some significant time in MikesApartment(.com), she seemed to endear herself to me. I don't think it was the 'porn' groove she gave off, nor the very large tattoo visible through her white dress shirt that did it, because those sorts of white trash afrodesiacs don't get me off... I think it was the accent, maybe, or perhaps the blonde/wheat coloured hair that looked so... clean. Okay, yeah, I am weird. I Mother Earth - Not Quite Sonic It wasn't a bad week. I got to hear a lot of stories from senior citizens about how their 'mater's' used to cook Sauerkraut, and how their husband/wife would not allow them to have it in the house for at least 30 years or so. Bingeman's makes good Sauerkraut, apparently. Good Sauerkraut to go with those blue waterslides. But the song that is on my playlist now is one that reminds me again, of high school; fridays with fast food, and Final Fantasy. And alliteration, apparently. I wonder if maybe all that I want is someone to sweep me off my feet. It's been a while. I just have criteria, though. So much criteria. The saddest parts? These criteria are extremely superficial. For one, I am extremely attracted to demeanour. ...? The hell? Another: I need for the person to have a very open taste in music. Open enough to listen to my stories, and chuckle when I send unsolicited Candlebox lyrics via e-mail. Furthermore, let's not forget the irony factor. You must appreciate irony. You also have to love camping, nature, adventuring, digital photography, amateur astronomy, satire, road tripping, drinking red wine straight out of the bottle, smoking after sex underneath a throbbing ceiling fan, playlists for sleeping, inappropriate humour and Canadian professional wrestlers. And that's about all my criteria...... ... I'm never going to have sex again, am I? Heh. No, no, I need to step down a bit... and let maybe, your criteria seep in and make love to mine... and toghether, we will have our own criteria and live happily ever after. I realize this. Tonight, I am just fantasizing. A Friday Final Fantasy.
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