Mood: REALLY Tired
Music: Big in Japan, Alphaville
Game: World of Warcrack. (Rogue 57)
Book: The Name of the Rose, Umberto Eco.
Muffin: I'll let you know tomorrow morning.
Punchline: "...and the other has to do with a Groundhog."
So it's 1:41am, and I've just finished playing World of Warcraft.
I swear I keep meaning to go to bed at 10pm. So I start winding down around 9:45pm, and before I know it, it's 1am. I get involved in "just one more quest. I just need to turn this thing in and...OOH. I wanna do that one, too!" And so it's 1am.
But that's not the reason why I'm writing. My neuroelectronic addiction is well-known and understood by anyone who knows me. No...the reason for writing right now is the letter I got from Landry.
She wrote, basically saying that the reason why she'd taken down her most fabulous blog moufaisbad (incidentally the motivation for MY blog...) is because she'd felt obligated to it...like she felt like she HAD to write, and so her nature was to rebel, and her version of saying "fuck that" was to just shut down her blog.
Yes, I noticed immediately, because I check her blog daily...and did, even when I was getting that fabulous 404 error. Why? Because even though I had dinner with her and Liz a week ago, my primary method of knowing what's going on in her head is her blog. Some awfully beautiful stuff gets/got written there. And it let me "stay in touch" with her, even as she was busy and travelling around and just didn't have time to have dinner or whatever.
Anyway, she's decided to bring the blog back up because she "started to feel like [she] was abandoning a friend because they were no longer entertaining [her] (you could be next unless you keep the cocktails flowing and for gods sake - be funny!)"
As for myself, I promise to provide cocktails (and yummy food...especially sorbet to keep the Beast at bay. The Beast likes my sorbet.)
And I am very happy she's decided to continue...because a mind like that is a terrible thing to waste. More than she's wasted it already, of course.
As she always manages to do, she inspires and reminds me of why I do the things I do...like writing in my blog...and makes me glad she's around on this planet.
I write in here for me, of course...but I also write in here for all of you. Because I don't spend enough time with any of you, at least not as much as I would like, and sometimes I don't share what I'm thinking or feeling, because I never really learned to share all that well, and sometimes I just feel like ranting at the universe, and this is a great outlet for that. Mostly, I write here because writing helps me focus my thoughts, makes me happy, and lets me share myself with all of you...even if I don't go out to dinner with all of you all that often, or don't see you enough.
I'm glad you're all here. Thank you all for being a part of my world.
Now, I'm going to bed so that Gary Fucking Bettman can cancel my hockey season tomorrow. Fucker.
Posted by Glenn at February 15, 2005 01:39 AMJust read your blog entry du jour, and am compelled to respond.
It must also be said that YOUR existence has made the world a better place for a great many people. Especially me.
Thank you for helping to have made me Velveteen Rabbit REAL, g.
-r
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"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real. ... It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
- The Velveteen Rabbit
Seriously, you need to have some type of anti-Gary Bettman shirt on Limewear.
Posted by: Paul at February 15, 2005 07:39 PM