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"Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself. I just bumped from my hotel to work and to parties and from parties to my hotel and back to work like a numb trolleybus. ... I felt
very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo."
-- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar |
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"On the surface, it sounds irresponsible, but to flourish in a rapidly changing world, you actually need to make more mistakes. Fail quickly. Fail often. If you do something and it
doesn't work, just recover in a hurry and try something else. ... Help develop a culture that is willing to fail its way to the future."
-- Price Pritchett, Culture Shift |
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"There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction -- every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and that excitement at about a million miles an hour."
-- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar |
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| I am Iron Man. |
| Sunday, May 3, 2009 |
We're giving a fresh start to the blog, Numb Trolleybusers, and I'm considering even going public with it, a la Facebook public. We'll see how far that idea gets, but as I was reading through my old Livejournal tonight, I realized how entertaining many of those old entries were. As depressed as I was during (part of) that time, I wrote some damned funny, zinger-filled posts, and I'm hoping to get that going again. Likewise, we'll see how far that idea gets.
It's past two in the morning and I can't believe I'm still up. I don't know why, though, I do it all the time.
I seem to have hurt some muscle on the left side of my abdomen, probably while masturbating.
So the Crash of 2008, in which my 80 gig external hard drive shit the bed and hasn't been heard from since, may not be undone in 2009 after all. Gary, my IT guy, has some kind of USB dock you can plug your drive into directly, and it's supposed to siphon the information right off it like any other USB device. Well, no dice. The device manager sees a "USB device" but can't access it; My Computer doesn't see a drive at all. And when we plug the thing in, we don't even hear it spin. It's been months since the Crash, and I'm still looking for ways to recover the 40+ gigs that were on there. None of it is life-ending shit, but it was on there for a reason. No, the goat porn is safe, please don't email me with that question.
There is more to come... much more. There is a lot of shit going on these days. Call me Mr. McShitGoingOn, for that matter. I am flat out of time at the moment, but all will be posted. Oh yes. Fear the future posts. |
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