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A Day | 01.01.04 | 12:51:47 PM
Wouldn't it be great if the New Year were more than just an intellectual construct, that once the minute hand ticked over into 12:01 a.m. on January 1st, we'd all be magically renewed and filled with fresh vitality for the coming year?
2003 left me mentally and spiritually exhausted. Reading Hannah's summation of her year made me want to do the same, but I don't know that there's really anything to tell. I was laid off, I restarted my weblog, I got depressed. Between those peaks and valleys was a lot of stuff, but I feel like I spent most of the year just riding on top of it in an inflatable raft, swept along by the currents.
Years ending in "3" are typically transitional years for me. In 1993 I got married and moved to Seattle. In 1983 I moved to Fullerton and started high school. 1973 I think was the year I started school. Those were all rocky years with high highs and low lows, and the one thing they all had in common was that I went through most of them in sort of a daze, not really sure what was happening, and when I wasn't in a daze, I was either pissed off or suicidally depressed.
The "4" years are a lot better. That's usually when I get my shit together and start doing what I need to be doing. So I'll be pretty pissed off come this New Year's Eve if I haven't gotten anything accomplished.
I think I'm off to an okay start. I have two writing gigs. Neither of them are the Washington Post, but it's a beginning. The PopMatters thing surprised me because I was accepted, literally, within an hour of submitting. I was like, "Dude, no. That is not right. Actual real writers write for your magazine. I need at least two interviews before I feel less like I bullshitted my way in here."
I wish I could say that I'm storming into 2004 bursting with energy and drive, but I've been bamboozled by that temporary New Year's high before. No, my dear 2004. You'll not trick me into flaming out before January's even done. I'm tending my fire carefully this year. Even if that fire's got about as much pep as a Bic lighter.
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AUTHOR: Sherri
EMAIL: Sylkenvelvet@yahoo.com
IP: 68.59.165.165
URL: http://www.formyselfandothers.blogspot.com
DATE: 01/02/2004 12:50:15 PM
what's that saying...better to light a single candle than stand and curse the dark...or something like that.
Besides, I think you're pretty damn bright.
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AUTHOR: BeerMary
EMAIL: mary@rantorama.com
IP: 207.14.214.200
URL: http://www.rantorama.com
DATE: 01/03/2004 03:34:25 PM
I hope this year is the greatest, happiest year of your life so far, and that every year only brings you even more happiness.
Happy New Year, honey!
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AUTHOR: hannah
EMAIL: hannahw@med.umich.edu
IP: 68.43.27.35
URL: http://www.livejournal.com/users/misshannah
DATE: 01/03/2004 05:43:46 PM
thanks but my chronicle of mediocrity was pretty uninspiring. it mostly makes me realize how another year has passed with me doing the same crap as ever.
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AUTHOR: The Raz
EMAIL: KevinRazban@msn.com
IP: 68.136.22.189
URL: http://www.weirdsmobile.com/kevin
DATE: 01/04/2004 09:13:16 PM
Wow, and I thought it was only me. 2003 left me a bit bruised and battered, also. I was going to save the discussion for a future blog (although the further away from Jan 1 I get the more dated the entry). Part of my malaise is that I just didn't see much of a sense that things around me were going in a good spiritual direction either. (1) Celebrity scandals, some were shocking (Jackson), some were considered droll (Paris Hilton), but just what message are these rich people sending us? (2) Cynicism and incredulity in the motivations of our government in both domestic and foreign policy. (3) Church scandals. Sigh, I'm going to stop. Here's hoping 2004 is a bit better.
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AUTHOR: groovebunny
EMAIL: wabbit@groovebunny.com
IP: 209.246.244.1
URL: http://groovebunny.diaryland.com
DATE: 01/06/2004 02:14:15 PM
You "are" and actual writer.:)
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A Day | 01.05.04 | 09:48:48 AM
"If you seek to cut off from unhappy feelings, it's inevitable that you're also going to cut yourself off from joyful, loving, tender and compassionate ones. It drains energy to block out or repress emotions or experience, and you're likely to feel less alive. Your relationships are likely to be more maladaptive and unrewarding. You're more likely to hurt your children in the way you were hurt. And blocking out feelings can also lead to physical problems."
-- Dr. Robert Firestone in today's Salon
I found this insight interesting. It probably should be self-evident, but I hadn't really thought about it in this way. I've been so focused on dealing with those unhappy feelings, through medication or booze or what have you, and at the same time I keep asking myself why I'm feeling so numb inside. But yes, it makes sense. If all you're doing is repressing those negative emotions instead of truly dealing with them, you're also repressing the positive ones. We think of things like medications as precision weapons, smart bombs zeroing in on unwanted feelings, and we never think about the collateral damage. I've decided to stop Prozac for that reason -- it's a blunt hammer. Wellbutrin, though, I'm sticking with, because it does what antidepressants should do, which is get me up to a state of functioning where I have a chance of dealing with the crap.
But aside from the "meds, no meds" issue, I'm stuck on that remark about cutting off from unhappy feelings. 2003, in some ways, was like this yearlong campaign to rid myself of depression and angst. And I think it worked, sort of, because if you'd asked me at any point during the year how I was feeling, I probably wouldn't have said that I was blue, not if I were being honest. (I have this tendency to use depression as sort of a stock description of any feeling of discontent.)
As I lumber into 2004, though, I feel anything but joyful. I'm not sad, but I'm not happy. I simply feel "there." Inert.
I wrote an entry yesterday which I removed a little while afterwards because it was just too damned maudlin. It was in response to that dead feeling inside. I'd been feeling nostalgic (again) about times in my life when I felt blazingly alive and open to the world, when my emotions were all raw and on the surface. It's been a long, long time since I've experienced that kind of intensity. The anecdote I wrote came out of that remembered feeling. And when I think about those days of passion, I realize that Firestone's right -- my emotional landscape at the time was all peaks and valleys.
Maybe I should add one more resolution to my list this year: to stop blocking out the unhappy feelings, to just let it all flow, the good along with the bad. I don't know. It's something to ponder.
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AUTHOR: Rengirl
EMAIL: imac@pixelsensei.com
IP: 12.22.65.5
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DATE: 01/05/2004 02:51:54 PM
Towards the tail end of 2003... I thought I'd try and convince myself that everything is good and great and that life was fantastic. I thought that maybe if I did this long enough - it would come true. What ended up happening was that by the time New Years came along - I became really depressed and exhausted. At the same time, if I acknowledge that I am in fact bummed out... I start spiraling downwards and find a lot of things to be depressed about. Ack... there's just no winning in life sometimes.
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AUTHOR: matthew
EMAIL: bino1@hotmail.com
IP: 66.84.174.216
URL:
DATE: 01/05/2004 03:49:30 PM
i wish i could be more help in "living your life the healthy way" but i'll be damned if i know how to do it. just know that i'm pulling for ya for things to work out for the best!
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AUTHOR: matthew
EMAIL: bino1@hotmail.com
IP: 66.84.175.206
URL:
DATE: 01/05/2004 05:27:42 PM
all this leads me to wonder, what does it take to be happy/enjoy life/whatever? Is it the same for everybody or is it nearly the same or completely different? What would it take to make you happy? Or me happy?
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AUTHOR: dvl
EMAIL: dvloranger@aol.com
IP: 172.194.82.61
URL:
DATE: 01/06/2004 12:17:54 AM
my catharsis has a first name
it's d-r-a-g-o-n
the resulting clarity has a second name
it's t-a-t-t-o-o
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AUTHOR: hannah
EMAIL: hannahw@med.umich.edu
IP: 141.214.129.152
URL: http://www.livejournal.com/users/misshannah
DATE: 01/06/2004 07:27:52 AM
I am not a medical professional. That said, I think your instinct to drop the Prozac is right on.
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A Day | 01.06.04 | 04:54:09 AM
One thing I realize, from thinking about the issues raised in the previous entry, is that much of this numbness of feeling can be associated with my increased reclusiveness. I'm avoiding contact with people outside my inner circle, and I see now the effect it's having on my overall mood. On one level, it's pretty simple -- socializing is fun, and being isolated from people is not fun. Less fun in life = gloomy existence. Gotta give love if you wanna get love, etc.
But more directly in relation to this idea of repressing unhappy feelings...it seems like somewhere along the line, the prospect of being around new people changed, from something that was scary but enjoyable and enriching, to something scary and not fun. Why that is, I couldn't say. I can't trace it back to any one incident. Maybe it's just a cumulative effect?
Maybe there was something I was looking for from people, and I wasn't finding it. Maybe I found it, and it wasn't good for me.
There is something intensely unsettling and dismaying about wanting something and getting it, and finding out that your life has not, in fact, completely transformed into a supernova of pure and utter joy, forever and ever, amen.
Relationships:
I thought I wanted total loyalty and support from a partner, and I got that, and it wasn't enough somehow.
I thought I wanted total devotion and adoration, and I got that, and it wasn't enough, either.
I thought I wanted total freedom and control, and I got that, and it still wasn't enough.
All my life, I've been like Gatsby at the end of his pier, staring out at that distant green light, yearning. My life was defined by that aching want. Maybe, over the course of the past 20 years, that light was dimmed. Maybe the closer I got to that shining city, the less tantalizing it appeared, until finally I stopped believing in that thing I'd been chasing. What if Galahad spent his whole life searching for the Grail, and one day he got a good look at it and it turned out to be a crumpled-up Dixie cup? What then? Keep on chasing it? Give up and find something else to fill the void? Great, but what?
Maybe I'm disappointed in the things I used to want, and I don't know what to want instead.
I used to feel good about the fact that I didn't want anything the way I did before -- because, frankly, I was miserable before. But maybe I needed the misery in order to feel the joy. Maybe it's a prix fixe menu, no a la carte. Maybe maybe maybe.
Wah. Hold me.
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AUTHOR: hannah
EMAIL: hannahw@med.umich.edu
IP: 141.214.129.152
URL: http://www.livejournal.com/users/misshannah
DATE: 01/06/2004 07:32:56 AM
For me, withdrawal from contact with others is a very bad sign. I believe that it's only in the context of human relationships (close or casual, friend or family, coworker or new acquaintance) that real learning and change and growth can happen for me. By myself, I am kind of a vacuum, a descending spiral of my own mistaken thoughts about myself and beliefs about others. The reflections from others and the compromises required to keep that interaction healthy are key for me.
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AUTHOR: dvl
EMAIL: dvloranger@aol.com
IP: 172.194.126.65
URL:
DATE: 01/06/2004 08:47:30 AM
a man needs a maid... neil young... word.
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AUTHOR: Sherri
EMAIL: Sylkenvelvet@yahoo.com
IP: 68.59.165.165
URL: http://www.formyselfandothers.blogspot.com
DATE: 01/06/2004 10:25:17 AM
I've gotten that way myself, although I've been working against it for well over a year -- not so much the repression of feeling, but the avoidance of people.
I have several local groups I've either joined or started for the express purpose of having a reason to leave the house. I often dread going to any of these groups. I almost never look forward to it. It's exhausting, it's tense, it's busy and distracting and sometimes burdensome -- and every time I go, I have something like a good time. Every time I come home, I've got a little more energy. I feel a little sharper and a little more alive.
No, it ain't total joy, but I've surrendered the idea that I need total joy to live. I can get along and be pretty happy on having a good laugh at least two or three times a week. I've made the mistake of assuming that "real happiness" was never what I had at the time, no matter how happy I was. That whole "wanting/not wanting" thing doesn't work for me, so I had to give it up (well, try to give it up. I'm about 80% there at this point.) Now I spend more time looking at what I have and deciding if it does anything important for me or not. It's that "live in the moment" stuff. I still borrow misery from the future and recycle misery from the past, but those are also habits I'm trying to break.
Back to that numbness of feeling thing. That was 2002 for me -- a year I barely remember. I felt OK the whole year -- neither happy nor sad, just there, just moving from day to day. Every one around me was getting increasingly worried because I'd stopped talking, stopped leaving the hosue, stopped visiting or calling friends. I'd just stopped. I can't really say what happened, as I only know what was told to me. I honestly don't remember that much. I have to read old journal entries to recall.
For me, it was time to get off Prozac and find another method to manage my depressive tendencies. The drugs -- FOR ME -- had done their job and apparently my brain chemistry had gone back to a more normal level. I was also undergoing accupunture treatment specifically for this. (I hate getting accupuncture -- well, I hate having to report and thus think about how I feel and how I am every week, and I hate hate HATE the needles. I sorta like the hour nap. The results speak for themselves.) Anyway, here I am, two years later, not taking drugs and riding my emotional ups and downs with reasonable grace.
Maybe is the word that lets all the possibilities leak out. Pick something smaller than total happiness as a goal -- you could pick just getting one thing done, good or bad, and then another, and decide how to feel about it later.
Or maybe it's time to sift through all the scary people outside and stop looking at them as containers of Ultimate Happy Solution. Yah, most of them are irritating or ignorable, at least at the moment, but there's something about rubbing up against all that grit -- it helps you get rid of stuff you don't need. It can help make you shiny.
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AUTHOR: groovebunny
EMAIL: wabbit@groovebunny.com
IP: 209.246.244.1
URL: http://groovebunny.diaryland.com
DATE: 01/06/2004 02:06:31 PM
I used to feel very empty. Like there was no one in the world who could understand me, or nothing that could make me completely happy. Looking back at myself when I was that way, I can see what a completely self-centered and selfish person I was. It wasn't until I had a baby, and had someone to love more than myself that things began to change for me. A lot fears and misgivings I had about myself changed when I became responsible for another life and had to be a better and stronger person to protect that life. That was the turning point in my life. My entire perspective of the world and my place in it changed when I first held him in my arms. Corny as this may sound, it was the power of love that saved me.
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AUTHOR: BeerMary
EMAIL: mary@rantorama.com
IP: 24.8.13.121
URL: http://rantorama.com
DATE: 01/06/2004 04:48:34 PM
Groovebunny, I'm happy things turned out the way they did for you. However, not everyone will get love. So, if those of us who are unworthy of it feel empty at times, I don't think that makes us self-centered and selfish. I hope that wasn't what you meant ;-)
I've been thinking about this issue a lot lately. I don't feel much lately. I'm not unhappy, but more like numb. I really believe I'd rather feel so-so all of the time than feel really happy for three months then miserable for a year.
I'm so rambling here, but I'll only say one more thing. I get so sick of people whining about "I've been hurt" just like the next guy does. But then again, I can understand. I mean, if all human interaction ever got you was a kick in the balls, eventually you learn, "Hey. Maybe I don't want to get kicked in the balls any more."
Does that make any sense?
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AUTHOR: Wendy
EMAIL: wendy@weirdsmobile.com
IP: 63.186.48.62
URL: http://weirdsmobile.com/wendy
DATE: 01/06/2004 10:17:57 PM
I hear ya, B. I hear ya. I feel inadequate not writing a whole "blog entry" in response to your "blog entry" here in the comments like everyone before me. But, dang, you said it all already.
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AUTHOR: groovebunny
EMAIL: wabbit@groovebunny.com
IP: 209.246.244.1
URL: http://groovebunny.diaryland.com
DATE: 01/07/2004 09:56:08 AM
Hi Mary. The little post I made was in reference to myself and self-centeredness. I didn't mean it to be a blanket explanation for anyone who may feel empty inside or feeling unworthy of love. Plus, I think we are all worthy of love. I think on both sides the giving and the receiving are important. But I've just found for myself that even in the midst of my life falling apart around me: failing marriage, fighting with family members, losing friends over failed marriage, and coming to terms with my fear that my whole experience and life in music would leave me as a mediorce singer at best, being able to take the focus off of my needs and wants, and being able to give someone else all my love, that's what saved me. I hope that makes sense. I know it still sounds corny but it is what it is. :)
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AUTHOR: The Raz
EMAIL: KevinRazban@msn.com
IP: 68.136.22.122
URL: http://www.weirdsmobile.com/kevin
DATE: 01/09/2004 10:36:45 PM
Gosh, it's hard to explain on my end, but for me, I'm experiencing things much differently. Your Gatsby comparison....I felt that I was that way too, and I'm sure you and I touched upon those feelings when we were younger. Strangely enough, I've managed to look less and less at the horizon and more and more at what's around me and I'm finding myself much happier and satisfied. Granted, I'm not always happy and there are many moments in my life (relationships?!) which are disappointing. However, I seem to not let those moments define who I am or, more importantly, define the meaning of my life. This in part because the really good moments - and there are many - simply make the dissatisfying stuff less important. I also haven't really let the bad things cloud my optimism at least not for a very long period of time. Your Holy Grail comparison is apt. For me, if the Holy Grail turned out to be a Dixie Cup, so be it. I'd be happy I reached that goal, and then it would be on the next one. I think life is a lot of chasing after grails - once we're there, it's time for the next chase. And so what if it's a Dixie Cup? One man's Dixie Cup is another man's Grail.
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AUTHOR: BOB
EMAIL: bob@agirlnamedbob.com
IP: 172.129.107.160
URL: http://agirlnamedbob.com
DATE: 01/10/2004 12:48:50 AM
Sometimes I think we are not genetically programmed for satisfaction.
A friend once told me about when he was a little boy, his big brother would always eat his cereal out of the blue bowl. My friend (who ate out of the green bowl) longed for this blue bowl. It was all he could think about.
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AUTHOR: BeerMary
EMAIL: mary@rantorama.com
IP: 207.14.214.200
URL: http://www.rantorama.com
DATE: 01/11/2004 02:59:28 PM
Groovebunny, I really hope you don't think you're self-centered!
Remember, if you are worried about being self-centered, that means you are NOT self-centered, because the self-centered of this world don't CARE if they're self-centered, because ... well, because they're self-centered!
:-)
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A Day | 01.14.04 | 07:42:56 AM
Neil Gaiman linked me:
There's an excellent round-up of the Democrat candidates at http://www.weirdsmobile.com/b/old/archives/001973.html of the sort that makes one realise that if only Joe Leiberman had blue skin he'd look exactly like an Oan.
I'm always extremely weirded out when I'm linked to by a celebrity ("always" he says, like it's happened more than, like, twice). I guess because I never think of my website as anything that would be looked at by anyone but a complete stranger or someone I actually know. The idea of someone I've heard of but who doesn't know me stumbling across something of mine and making note of it is bizarre. It's hard to explain, but I have a very limited conception of the website; I see it existing in its own space, separate from the "real world." So when the real world encroaches upon my little realm in the form of some famous person like Gaiman or Wil Wheaton, someone who belongs in that other world, it throws me.
And when it's NEIL "FUCKING" GAIMAN, who's only in the top tier of my personal gods, it's all the more mind-blowing.
So, if I may be permitted a brief bleat of triumph: woo hoo!
By the way, that silly entry has gotten more attention than anything I've posted on my weblog for the past year. It's weird what people respond to.
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AUTHOR: matthew
EMAIL: bino1@hotmail.com
IP: 209.242.228.11
URL:
DATE: 01/14/2004 07:55:11 AM
you now have famous people saying you rock, too - will you finally believe us? ;)
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AUTHOR: Susan
EMAIL: susan@flowerhead.com
IP: 66.173.50.60
URL: http://flowerhead.com
DATE: 01/14/2004 08:01:21 AM
RIGHT ON!
Hail the power of B! :-D
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AUTHOR: B²
EMAIL: b@weirdsmobile.com
IP: 12.72.229.27
URL: http://www.weirdsmobile.com/b/
DATE: 01/14/2004 08:03:51 AM
"you now have famous people saying you rock, too - will you finally believe us?"
Well, as my mom would say, "That's great, but why couldn't you get linked by Stephen King?"
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AUTHOR: B²
EMAIL: b@weirdsmobile.com
IP: 12.72.229.27
URL: http://www.weirdsmobile.com/b/
DATE: 01/14/2004 08:14:43 AM
Seriously, though -- thanks, guys. I have to say, when I saw Gaiman in my referrers my nads totally retracted into my abdomen. But although it's quite cool, I don't really see it as extra-special validation. That would be like saying that Neil Gaiman's opinion of me counts for more than yours, and frankly, I place much more value on the views of those who, for whatever reason, hang with me on a regular basis than the fleeting notice of some famous dude.
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AUTHOR: Sherri
EMAIL: Sylkenvelvet@yahoo.com
IP: 68.59.165.165
URL: http://www.formyselfandothers.blogspot.com
DATE: 01/14/2004 09:49:12 AM
Well, sir, it's nice to know our opinion counts, and we stick with you all the time, but still...it's nice when someone you've spent a lot of time noticing suddenly notices you. It's like when the highschool cutie you've lusted about from afar smiles and sits next to you at lunch time. Might not mean much, but, damn, it's FUN!
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AUTHOR: hannah
EMAIL: hannahw@med.umich.edu
IP: 141.214.129.152
URL: http://www.livejournal.com/users/misshannah
DATE: 01/14/2004 11:07:21 AM
By the way, that silly entry has gotten more attention than anything I've posted on my weblog for the past year. It's weird what people respond to.
It is weird, because I must confess, I didn't even read that entry...I saw "politics blah blah" and I skipped it. How funny.
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AUTHOR: dvl
EMAIL: dvloranger@aol.com
IP: 66.237.70.170
URL:
DATE: 01/14/2004 12:27:12 PM
I refer to you all the time... but it's usually in some naughty conversation. (overshare?)
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AUTHOR: Jim
EMAIL: chaos@corrupt.net
IP: 67.106.83.29
URL: http://chaos.corrupt.net
DATE: 01/14/2004 12:33:59 PM
Most of your entries are good in one way or another. But I think people responded especially to that one because it not only has the normal power of B behind it, but also topical. It's something they could share with their friends and be sure that their friends "got it."
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AUTHOR: matthew
EMAIL: bino1@hotmail.com
IP: 66.84.174.235
URL:
DATE: 01/14/2004 06:02:42 PM
i did the same thing too, hannah. and exactly the way you did...politics blah blah blah,. even now, with all the fame it brought to b, i can't bring myself to read it - there are so many politicians involved and there are so many words and my attention span is so low and this comment is getting so long and...
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AUTHOR: hannah
EMAIL: hannahw@med.umich.edu
IP: 141.214.129.152
URL: http://www.livejournal.com/users/misshannah
DATE: 01/15/2004 07:42:13 AM
well, in my own defense, my attention span is shockingly brief.
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AUTHOR: Keely St. Clair
EMAIL: SpyWhoLovedYou@aol.com
IP: 209.36.27.8
URL: http://www.weirdsmobile.com/keely
DATE: 01/16/2004 05:27:11 AM
I still can't believe I've been linked to by someone who's been linked to by NEIL GAIMAN. What am I? Like TWO DEGREES of Neil Gaiman?
Will you send him this cast list I've been working on for "Good Omens" the movie?
I reread that post a bunch of times myself. It does, as someone said above, have widespread public appeal because it's current. And I will laugh at the same funny thing endlessly.
Do you now feel you have to post as though someone famous is reading?
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AUTHOR: BeerMary
EMAIL: mary@rantorama.com
IP: 24.8.13.121
URL: http://rantorama.com
DATE: 01/16/2004 05:27:22 AM
Never heard of the guy. So, how important could he be? Seriously, HE should be thanking YOU for ALLOWING him to link to you!
Oh, and careful with those "nad acrobatics". Yeowch!
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AUTHOR: Rachel
EMAIL: angrypixel@hotmail.com
IP: 24.247.173.41
URL: http://roninneko.blogspot.com
DATE: 01/16/2004 03:36:17 PM
"Fucking" A!!!! You go, girlfriend!
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AUTHOR: BOB
EMAIL: bob@agirlnamedbob.com
IP: 172.152.112.152
URL: http://agirlnamedbob.com
DATE: 01/16/2004 11:29:54 PM
Gaiman has good taste. =)
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AUTHOR: groovebunny
EMAIL: wabbit@groovebunny.com
IP: 68.224.168.139
URL: http://groovebunny.diaryland.com
DATE: 01/20/2004 05:32:44 PM
Incredibly tres cool! *Hi sign*
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AUTHOR: KateMonkey
EMAIL: dymphna@dymphna.net
IP: 62.254.0.38
URL: http://katemonkey.livejournal.com/
DATE: 01/24/2004 03:19:05 PM
Heh. A friend of mine is a good friend of him. So she occasionally says "Neil said...", I tend to blink a bit, and then giggle a bit.
It's what I get for hanging out with old British publishing queens...
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A Day | 01.22.04 | 09:34:47 PM
It's been a while since I've talked shit about people in this blog, so here goes!
DVD REVIEWERS I CONSIDER COMPLETE TOOLS
• Everyone at DVD File I used to read the site regularly, but that was before I discovered a few DVD review sites that don't suck. DVD File is a massively popular site, thus demonstrating that popularity = suckdom. Not only are the reviews facile and poorly written, but they can't even be bothered to properly proofread their stuff. I don't mean just misspelled words -- I mean mixing up actors and making gigantic gaffes on a regular basis. Tools.
• Gregory Dorr at DVD Journal Check out his reviews for Dawson's Creek Seasons 1 and 2. Does this guy have issues or what? If I were Michelle Williams I would take out a restraining order...Dorr sounds like he's about to hunt her down and stab her. I've been following his reviews for years because he's so hilariously psychotic...the guy is not only an idiot, but an idiot with hostility issues.
• Certain DVD Verdict Reviewers I'm being called away so I can't finish this fucking entry. Damn it...anyway, so there.
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AUTHOR: Wendy
EMAIL: wendy@weirdsmobile.com
IP: 63.186.41.154
URL: http://weirdsmobile.com/wendy
DATE: 01/22/2004 11:16:48 PM
I love it when you talk shit! But this entry is really half-assed. I mean, I've really seen you pick some people apart. Have you gone soft?
(But, for serious, where have you been lately? I miss you.)
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Sherri
EMAIL: Sylkenvelvet@yahoo.com
IP: 68.59.165.165
URL: http://www.formyselfandothers.blogspot.com
DATE: 01/23/2004 09:44:28 AM
Ooo you're so good when you're bad....
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: matthew
EMAIL: bino1@hotmail.com
IP: 66.84.174.171
URL:
DATE: 01/23/2004 09:47:19 AM
man, just when you start in on your own...stupid life getting in the way of online journaling! DAMN YOU AND YOUR LIFE BESIDES YOUR SITES!
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Sandra
EMAIL: retrogirl56@yahoo.com
IP: 12.72.233.160
URL: http://www.weirdsmobile.com/sandra
DATE: 01/24/2004 01:59:27 PM
Wow, that second dude has issues. "short, stocky, and waddling"?! Down, boy. Ten bucks says that he was dumped by his very own Jen in real life, and he's taking it out on the character. Guys like that who cannot stomach "wussy boys" need to reexamine their privates to see if they actually have gonads anymore.
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Mary
EMAIL: mary@rantorama.com
IP: 207.14.214.200
URL: http://www.rantorama.com
DATE: 01/31/2004 06:41:50 PM
I have to ask, you magnificient bastard you, if the lack of blogging means that SOMEONE has found a flirting focus?
If so, get some for me willya? :-)
Seriously, hope everything is OK.
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: B²
EMAIL: b@weirdsmobile.com
IP: 4.35.144.146
URL: http://www.weirdsmobile.com/b/
DATE: 02/01/2004 01:58:50 PM
There are really ever only two reasons that I slack off on blogging: 1) I fall in LUV; 2) I finally get a high speed internet connection and start obsessively seeking out and downloading gigabytes' worth of MP3s and warez. Guess which reason applies here!
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: BeerMary
EMAIL: mary@rantorama.com
IP: 24.8.13.121
URL: http://rantorama.com
DATE: 02/05/2004 06:44:34 AM
As foiine as you are, it must be #1. Congratulations! Although she can never give to you what I can, I wish you well.
(Hee!)
For Skattie.