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7th-May-2013 04:26 pm - Whaddaya do?
Online life is a tricky thing. You make new friends, some for a while, some for a lifetime; some were friends already and you simply add an additional layer of connection.  Maybe you start out as curious about someone, or romantically attracted, or you have interests in common or friends in common or maybe you're just "OMG TARDIS!" together.

That's okay.  Maybe that's all it ever is, and it's fine and no one wants anything more.  Maybe the other party wanted something more and you tried that on for size and found it didn't fit. Maybe YOU wanted more, and were either silently or politely or not-so-kindly rebuked, but you stayed, and you thought it was okay still.  You might linger as friends or "wanna-bes" for ever.

But what if you don't?  When you go from being interested in what they have to say to being uninterested, you can leave the connections online thinking no one's the wiser if you simply say nothing. Often you're right, no one IS the wiser, that's how journals get abandoned and left on your friends list despite having had no new content since 2005.

But what if it goes further? What if you go from being interested in the writer to no longer willing to tolerate their personal brand of journaling?  What if you don't want to read any more? Sure you can drop them, and say so if they ask.  It's not your responsibility if they have a less than positive emotional response to your decision. You can't control their reaction.  In fact, if you COULD control them, then maybe they wouldn't write things that you no longer find amusing, or no longer find yourself willing to read.

You can take them off your friends list so you don't see their entries without them knowing.  You can ignore their comments in your own journal.  You can even delete the comments if you want to open THAT can of worms.  Or you can just delete them altogether so they can no longer see your entries either, and no longer comment on same.  There's often fallout to that choice.  You've probably experienced it, if you've been on LJ for any length of time.  In fact I would bet that you have experienced both.  You have left and been questioned about it AND someone has left YOU and you've questioned them about it.  Haven't you?  Yes, I know you have. Hopefully you've grown wiser as a result, perhaps grown more kind or empathic or considerate as well.  (Pardon me, have you seen my pity? It was here just moments ago, truly.  I cannot seem to find it - small, fluffy, pink thing, quite warm, gives good hugs? Have you seen it?  Have you seen my pity?  Heeerreee pitypitypity!!)

And it's all just random hypothetical bullshit until someone loses an eye.  Every single person who reads this will have some form of this thought cross their mind while reading "Is she dropping me?"

I love the way Dr. Phil says it - It ain't abooout youuuuuu!!!!!

Cause it ain't.  No. It ain't!  I know you're saying "Yes it is!" But It Ain't. 
26th-Jun-2012 10:21 am - Does anyone know?
Is there some way to change a journal to a group?

Should I try to delete it and recreate it as a group?
6th-Feb-2012 12:43 pm - laugh of the day

"The internet's leading social site."


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12th-Jan-2012 09:56 am - COMPOUND
A Compound which clings to any damp surface
which disintegrates upon contact with moisture

WHO DECIDED this was a good idea for toilet paper?


I want names. I want addresses.  I want round trip tickets to their home towns.
7th-Jan-2012 11:27 am - YAY!!
In December of 1999, my mother and I, and at least one of her friends, went to see Anna And The King in the theater.  It was a great movie, and I enjoyed it very much, although it almost broke my suspense- tolerator. Seriously.  There's a part where the cast crosses a bridge on horseback and they're waiting for something - can't even remember what - but I was literally squirming in my seat, fighting the urge to get up and walk out before the impact of the scene hit. 

At any rate, one of the previews before Anna And The King was this movie, The Closer You Get, aka American Women. I totally flipped over this preview, could not WAIT to see this movie!  It looked hilarious, and the scene at the end of the trailer where the two men are walking on the beach with their boat over them had me laughing out loud. I WAS SO EXCITED!!  But I failed towrite down the name of the movie. 

Apparently it wouldn't have made any difference. The movie had a very limited release, under another name, in February of 2000.  I searched the internet (with very limited skills at the time) for a year or better. I wasn't certain from the trailer if the movie took place in Ireland or Scotland, so I couldn't pin that down. I looked for movies about placing ads in the paper for a wife; I looked for fishing village movies; I even rented Anna And The King twice to see if I could get one with the same trailers the movie had. I came up empty so many times that I resigned myself to the fact that the movie was never released, and I would never see it.  It became more like a dream than anything else.

I've been getting up in the middle of the night and going to the sofa in the t.v. room to sleep, especially since my last cold. It keeps me from waking up coughing every 90 minutes or so, and also lets me sleep without turning over so often. When I use the sofa-recliner instead of lying down, I turn on the t.v. because it takes me a while to fall asleep like that.

This morning I went to the t.v. room at about 2:30.  I was flipping through the channels to see what was on, and there was this movie I'd never heard of.  Lo and behold, the description nearly had me on my feet cheering!  I couldn't believe it, so I hit "record" and watched til I fell asleep. Didn't take long, those Irish lilts lull me.... and I wasn't even sure I remembered right when I woke up. 


I can barely express how excited I am, and how relieved I feel to know that I can finally watch this movie.  I could kiss the t.v.!
5th-Jan-2012 02:22 pm - lost friends
Does anyone know if brandedeclipse is on facebook?  Has she created a new LiveJournal? I can't recall her real name at the moment, but I'd love to catch up with her.  All comments are screened, in case you have info.
14th-Nov-2011 10:58 pm - So Incredibly Beautiful

This video is so incredibly beautiful, I have no further words.

7th-Oct-2011 10:28 pm - Heeeeey

pasticcio!!!!!  FINALLY I hve a picture.  Glass bottle full of goodness - for the win!
21st-Sep-2011 01:55 pm - Writer's Almanac
Taken from the Writer's Almanac:  Three writers whose birthdays are coming in just under the Virgo wire:

It's the birthday of writer H.G. Wells (books by this author), born Herbert George Wells in Bromley, England (1866). Although popularly known as one of the fathers of modern science fiction, having published classics such as The Time Machine, The Island of Doctor Moreau, and The War of the Worlds within the first few years of his writing career, Wells went on to publish dozens of novels, story collections, and books of nonfiction, most of which were not explicitly sci-fi. Most, however, dealt in some way with Wells' interest in biology, his strong belief in socialism, or his vision for the future of mankind. Indeed, much of what was fantastic and fictional when he conceived it came to pass, like his predictions that airplanes would someday be used to wage war and advanced transportation would lead to an explosion of suburbs. Some of his ideas might have even helped inspire real-life innovation: In the '30s, he argued that there needed to be an encyclopedia that was constantly reviewed and updated and would be accessible to all people — something he might have recognized in the ethos of Wikipedia. And in 1914, his novel The World Set Free described bombs that would explode repeatedly, based on their radioactivity, an idea that inspired the conception and pursuit of the nuclear chain reaction.

Wells died just before his 80th birthday, having lived long enough to see much of the future he'd imagined. In the preface to the 1921 edition of The War in the Air, the book in which he'd predicted, in 1908, a world war and the use of modern warfare, he warned the reader to note how right he'd been. Twenty years later, in the 1941 edition, he followed up, writing, "Is there anything to add to that preface now? Nothing except my epitaph. That, when the time comes, will manifestly have to be: 'I told you so. You damned fools.'"

It's the birthday of horror writer Stephen King (books by this author), born in Portland, Maine (1947). King learned to write, he's said, after a satirical newspaper he wrote lampooning his high school teachers got him into trouble. The guidance counselor arranged for him to work at a local paper as a way to put his creativity to more productive use; it was there that he wrote a sports feature and realized, watching the editor mark up his copy with a big black pen, that he could really write ... and that he could learn to make his writing better. When he assured the editor that he wouldn't make the same mistakes again, the editor laughed, saying, "If that's true, you'll never have to work again. You can do this for a living."

King nearly proved the editor right. After graduating from college, he worked in an industrial laundry for a year, then got a job teaching high school English. It was only two years later that he learned that the sale of the paperback rights for his first novel, Carrie, was so big he could afford to write full-time.

Today, King is the author of more than 50 worldwide best sellers, including a nonfiction book about writing called On Writing. His most recent, Full Dark, No Stars, is a collection of four stories. This fall he will publish 11/22/63: A Novel, about Kennedy's assassination.

King said, "Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym."

And he said, "The road to hell is paved with adverbs."

It's the birthday of Southern novelist Fannie Flagg (books by this author) born Patricia Neal in Birmingham, Alabama (1941). Flagg took her pseudonym not as a pen name but as a stage name; there was already a famous actress with her name when Flagg began a career as a morning show host. Flagg remained an actress in the '60s and '70s until she screwed up the courage to try what she'd really always wanted to do: write.

She'd been afraid, she said, because her dyslexia embarrassed her, and she feared her poor spelling would be exposed. When she was in her late 30s, she wrote a short story from the viewpoint of an 11-year-old girl and submitted it to a writer's conference, hoping they would think her misspellings were intentional. The story won first prize, and Flagg decided to quit acting and pursue her dream. Her first novel, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Café, was a best-seller, and Flagg went on to write the Oscar-nominated screenplay for the film adaptation.

"I can remember when I was writing Fried Green Tomatoes," Flagg told CNN, "I stopped acting and I went through a bad financial period and I almost lost a house and I was living very close to the bone. And yet I found out I was happier than I'd ever been because my priorities were straight and I was doing something I loved."

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