Monday Morning

The discussion with Miss Woolf last night led to another interesting exchange with Pig Shit. He was talking about how he wanted to post more pictures but his LJ limit was reached. It led me to reflect again on the old blogging era.

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I think you are too focused on making and sharing art, whereas I think we were talking about the little mundane things of our everyday lives, for which LiveJournal has unlimited space, and for which you don't need any pictures. I mean stuff like how bad you slept, or a little argument you had with a friend or girlfriend. A good example was the time you hinted at having problems with a guest and with your truck.

I used to like these personal blogs because I saw it as a way of living another life through an other's eyes and ears, and I didn't have much of a life of my own. Your "Diary of a Nobody", judging by the excerpt on Amazon, seems a bit on point, though I don't imagine just quick jottings, as if the main thing were to remember all the little events of the day. Yet, in truth, it was a game I couldn't really play very well. My own life is too mortifying - just living with my father and the cats, not even a job. Ironically, I was one of the ones who ruined the old personal blogging, because instead of going on about me humble details, I became more of a news blog, and my blogging friends would start to be a little irritated by that, because it wasn't really sharing one's life, as they were doing, as hardly anybody really does anymore.

In the first years of the Internet and the blogosphere, I think we tended to be naive and just loved the opportunity of sharing our personal lives and thoughts with complete strangers. I think we outgrew that and realized that this is too risky. Indeed, it can even be dangerous. There is no longer that magic of the sense of freedom of being able to share everything with people we never expect to meet. We now know that the people on the Internet are real people and the world is a small place. You wouldn't just sit down with a stranger at the mall and start talking about all the little personal things in your life. "I must have been crazy to do that on the Internet, my god!!" I loved those first few years, though. I was able to get closer to people then than I have ever been able to do in real life. But we grow up.

5 Days

I was strongly tempted to cheat a little bit and hump my bedclothes for half a minute, but Ash is dozing on my bed sheet, and I was not so bad off that I needed to push her aside.

I was thinking about the time that brown latina got me to drive her home from school and had me park behind her residence. I was too slow and self-conscious to make a move, and in hindsight it seemed clear that she was at least inviting a move, even if only to brush it off and giggle. This morning, my mind started turning that into a hot story. Not only do I kiss her, but I start mauling those big breasts, and then I grab her by the back of her head and .... This was a fresh scenario, and I wanted to work that off a little bit, just a very little bit, but Ash strengthened my resolve.

So, what you are saying is that we cannot count on you not to cheat.

Well, the really hard rule is to keep from searching sexvids. That's when things start getting out of control. The occasional half-minute of personal time with by bedding is venial at worst.

Weather and Cats

Another grey day but with a real threat of rain, even storms. From the afternoon on, the forecast is set around the 50% mark. The chances climb higher overnight. I have Ash in, and, for the moment, I am set on keeping her in and waiting for Coco and Sammy to join us, so that we can all stay in tonight and have a pajama party and pillow fights.

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Ah, it's already started drizzling.

Nap

That was such a heavy nap. Over thirty minutes of the most solid sleep. I was so groggy coming up that I resorted to the old routine and took a post-nap shower instead of waiting until Pop takes over the room tonight. I needed something to wake me up, so that I can get more out of my afternoon. It was worth the twenty minutes.

e-Life

My new blogging pal posted a new entry, and it was indeed of the old sort, a descriptive narrative of her day, rather lengthy too. It is the sort of thing I would have loved back in 2003 and 2004, when I was desperately hungry for contact with other people's lives. Today, I have to sigh when coming upon such a thing, for I would prefer to spend my reading time elsewhere, nor do I really want to unduly strain my weak and crippled eyes to read something that does not genuinely interest me. Of course, it would be another matter if this were one of those crushy affairs, that is, if she were a hottie that liked to post pics that sizzle with sex appeal and was not disinclined to a little flirtatious play, but that is not the way it is. Regardless, she is the only one on my Friends List that does this, and, if only for old time's sake, I am willing to put in the time and to comment. Yet, I am kind of hoping she does not answer, perhaps feeling cold toward me herself, so that I can then feel free of any social obligation to continue reading her closely. These are not effulgent days.

Pop

Cripes, Pop!

He comes home with a new set of shelf-like containers, about the size of a half-stack of file drawers. I ask him where he is going to put them. He says in the closet, as if they were not already jammed pack. He says he'll figure it out. We're practically tripping over all the useless shit he buys. If he has too much money to keep, why can't he up my allowance another ten dollars or something?

Well, at least it seems directed to a somewhat useful direction, toward organizing things, even though he does not have the intelligence to actually manage that. He could be spending it on more junky decorative items, more models of wild animals drinking a bottle of beer or of a talking fish and the like, or on more country-music CDs, or cowboy hats. Of course, this is nothing new, but one keeps hoping that maybe he might shake off some bad habits. Maybe I should know better. Bad habits are an essential part of one's soul. You don't just wave them off. You die with them.

Cats

"There you are! A big old man cat, a big old man cat." Yup, they are all in. Now watch it not rain. That's okay. I just don't want to take the chance. The sky and the wind certainly look good for some stormy weather.

Thanksgiving

While I was moving out of the big room, Pop had settled in and was talking on the phone about his Thanksgiving plans. I was wondering why he had not said anything to me. Although it is still only the 16th, he usually has already approached me about what we should do for the big meal. Maybe he made this call in order to inform me in a discreet fashion. In truth, I was kind of hoping that he might go elsewhere for Thanksgiving, whether to Jack and Jill's or someone else, perhaps with Kay or Lorie. It sounds like he will be going elsewhere, but nothing personal and homey. It sounds like he is looking to go downtown and take advantage of Jimenez's feast (the successful restaurateur who has made a tradition of putting out a big, free Thanksgiving meal). I am not going to count on this coming to pass, as though it is a promise, but my fingers are crossed hoping that it is full speed ahead.