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I haven't done many public entries for while; and comments on the few I've made have been virtually nil.
I feel strange.
Kind of disjointed, if that makes any sense; life isn't bad right now, but I feel nervous for no particularly reason. A little blah. I'd like to write something interesting here and get a lot of feedback, but somehow there's nothing in me. I don't like this feeling.
So this is basically stream-of-consciousness, I guess.
Shit. Time for an lj-cut, I guess. I don't need anyone bitching at me about the length of my posts today.
This morning I noticed that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unquietsoul5 uses a free SiteMeter to monitor traffic to his journal. I considered doing the same thing...for about thirty seconds. Then I realized that putting a meter on my journal would be pretty much asking for depression.
Just because I'm one of the last people in the world without clinical depression doesn't mean I'm hankering for more of the lower-case-"d" kind.
Hmm. That makes me think of "I Am Legend". I walk around in a world filled with depressed people, it seems, and feel quite out of place. On the other hand, how cheerful could anyone be in a world in which everyone else is depressed? Not to mention all the other shitty things that are going on.
Funny. I'm not Depressed, but everyone else is, so I'm depressed. Which for some reason reminds me of that great original-cast SNL sketch of the Moonies, based on the Night of the Living Dead. "Hello, sir. Would you like to buy a flower? It's Gentlemen's Day today. It's Gentlemen's Day today."
Sometimes the stream of consciousness can be an ugly thing. Other times it's just boring.
Actually, I'm not depressed because everyone else is. I'm used to that. I'm just feeling really, really isolated. And I'm not sure why.
(Pause while I listen to "5:15" from the Who's Quadraphenia.)
- Why are all the spammers lately talking about "chemists", instead of pharmacists? Has there been a sudden influx of Brits into the ranks of spammers? Or are they just trying to avoid spam-blockers? It's obviously working well enough to elude SpamAssassin, or I wouldn't be seeing them in my inbox online. Oh well - POPfile should take care of them.
- I just wrote - and then cut - a long thing about Nintendo games. I'll post that separately.
Okay, something funny: My friend Steve sent me a copy of the incredibly rare National Lampoon Newspaper Parody. It's an actual newspaper (the Dacron Republican-Democrat), all the way down to advertising supplements, comics, personals, and TV guide. Unfortunately it was really printed on newspaper stock, and so is subject to acid burn. That's a real pity, because it's incredible funny.
From the TV guide: one of the shows was "Chico and the Worms & Bacteria". I still crack up whenever I think of that...but maybe that's too dependent on cultural context. Maybe it was funnier because I know that the star of "Chico and the Man" killed himself not too long before the parody was written.
Yes, that's evil and tasteless. So sue me.
I feel strange.
Kind of disjointed, if that makes any sense; life isn't bad right now, but I feel nervous for no particularly reason. A little blah. I'd like to write something interesting here and get a lot of feedback, but somehow there's nothing in me. I don't like this feeling.
So this is basically stream-of-consciousness, I guess.
Shit. Time for an lj-cut, I guess. I don't need anyone bitching at me about the length of my posts today.
This morning I noticed that
unquietsoul5 uses a free SiteMeter to monitor traffic to his journal. I considered doing the same thing...for about thirty seconds. Then I realized that putting a meter on my journal would be pretty much asking for depression.Just because I'm one of the last people in the world without clinical depression doesn't mean I'm hankering for more of the lower-case-"d" kind.
Hmm. That makes me think of "I Am Legend". I walk around in a world filled with depressed people, it seems, and feel quite out of place. On the other hand, how cheerful could anyone be in a world in which everyone else is depressed? Not to mention all the other shitty things that are going on.
Funny. I'm not Depressed, but everyone else is, so I'm depressed. Which for some reason reminds me of that great original-cast SNL sketch of the Moonies, based on the Night of the Living Dead. "Hello, sir. Would you like to buy a flower? It's Gentlemen's Day today. It's Gentlemen's Day today."
Sometimes the stream of consciousness can be an ugly thing. Other times it's just boring.
Actually, I'm not depressed because everyone else is. I'm used to that. I'm just feeling really, really isolated. And I'm not sure why.
(Pause while I listen to "5:15" from the Who's Quadraphenia.)
- Why are all the spammers lately talking about "chemists", instead of pharmacists? Has there been a sudden influx of Brits into the ranks of spammers? Or are they just trying to avoid spam-blockers? It's obviously working well enough to elude SpamAssassin, or I wouldn't be seeing them in my inbox online. Oh well - POPfile should take care of them.
- I just wrote - and then cut - a long thing about Nintendo games. I'll post that separately.
Okay, something funny: My friend Steve sent me a copy of the incredibly rare National Lampoon Newspaper Parody. It's an actual newspaper (the Dacron Republican-Democrat), all the way down to advertising supplements, comics, personals, and TV guide. Unfortunately it was really printed on newspaper stock, and so is subject to acid burn. That's a real pity, because it's incredible funny.
From the TV guide: one of the shows was "Chico and the Worms & Bacteria". I still crack up whenever I think of that...but maybe that's too dependent on cultural context. Maybe it was funnier because I know that the star of "Chico and the Man" killed himself not too long before the parody was written.
Yes, that's evil and tasteless. So sue me.