Of course there's a candy surcharge for bringing candy into the house and properly unpacking it and making sure there's easy access to that candy, and nothing too broken.
The nickname here for this cost is Kit Kat Vig.
Monday, December 16, 2024
Wednesday, November 20, 2024
It's 2024
No, I don't know where mumbleteen years went, either.
But I'm still around and still telling my story.
So, this is good.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Over in Diaryland, I expanded on my previous post here in Blogger.
If you would like to read it, please do.
According to SiteMeter, somebody last night using the Windows platform and an address from AOL took a long healthy dig through my Diaryland diary, starting at around ten something last night, and ending with an outclick to my friend Jamie, who used to keep a diary here and is now at MySpace.
If you're one of the good guys, I know you were there. :-)
If you're one of the bad guys, I *also* know *you* were there. Heh heh...
Anyway, there ya be. Have a good Sunday.
If you would like to read it, please do.
According to SiteMeter, somebody last night using the Windows platform and an address from AOL took a long healthy dig through my Diaryland diary, starting at around ten something last night, and ending with an outclick to my friend Jamie, who used to keep a diary here and is now at MySpace.
If you're one of the good guys, I know you were there. :-)
If you're one of the bad guys, I *also* know *you* were there. Heh heh...
Anyway, there ya be. Have a good Sunday.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Love To Hate You
Earlier this afternoon, Toren Smith sent me an article in the LA Weekly about a woman who has apparently experienced the same type of internet abuse as me.
There are a lot of parallels that make me wonder if it's even the same person or set of persons who were my attackers.
For those who don't know the whole story, I blogged about it, starting here.
All I can do at this point is wish her well and say that it's going to be awhile, but the discomfort and self-questioning WILL end. Hang in there!!!
There are a lot of parallels that make me wonder if it's even the same person or set of persons who were my attackers.
For those who don't know the whole story, I blogged about it, starting here.
All I can do at this point is wish her well and say that it's going to be awhile, but the discomfort and self-questioning WILL end. Hang in there!!!
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Reunion
I'm not sure whether to laugh or to cry.
Apparently, the instructions and directions for sending in my money to attend my twenty-fifth high school reunion have silently (and I do mean silently) been lurking on one of those 'class reunion' websites.
This would have been a nice thing to have found out SIX MONTHS AGO via a PAPER INVITATION in the US MAIL.
Even a postcard would have sufficed. ("For more information...")
Three uncheers for how this has been handled.
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With the exception of about half a dozen people I'd been side by side in class with since elementary and or junior high school, absolutely nobody in the 'top tier' of the perceived social strata paid the least bit of attention to me until my senior year, when I did two things. 1. I wore a t-shirt to my senior prom that said 'FORMAL' and arrived at the prom with my friend Chris Fritzsche who wore a t-shirt that said 'TUX' and 2. I performed an original song for the annual event called Senior Follies.
Then suddenly everybody was my friend. Ain't that the way it always works.
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Anyway. Present day.
The people I went to high school with have had a quarter of a century to become interesting. My guess is that the quietest have become the loudest, and the cutest have become homely. The ones who drank and chewed tobacco are now reverent, and the library geeks are probbaly all Silicon Valley multimillionaires.
Be that as it may -- it's my opinion that the members of this class shouldn't be required to go and ferret out reunion information. Some of us are old farts now and we don't thrive on the internet or think of things like that, and I think a person's use or non-use of the World Wide Web shouldn't make the difference as to whether they are informed of a class reunion.
Let's wait and see what happens, shall we?...
Apparently, the instructions and directions for sending in my money to attend my twenty-fifth high school reunion have silently (and I do mean silently) been lurking on one of those 'class reunion' websites.
This would have been a nice thing to have found out SIX MONTHS AGO via a PAPER INVITATION in the US MAIL.
Even a postcard would have sufficed. ("For more information...")
Three uncheers for how this has been handled.
---
With the exception of about half a dozen people I'd been side by side in class with since elementary and or junior high school, absolutely nobody in the 'top tier' of the perceived social strata paid the least bit of attention to me until my senior year, when I did two things. 1. I wore a t-shirt to my senior prom that said 'FORMAL' and arrived at the prom with my friend Chris Fritzsche who wore a t-shirt that said 'TUX' and 2. I performed an original song for the annual event called Senior Follies.
Then suddenly everybody was my friend. Ain't that the way it always works.
---
Anyway. Present day.
The people I went to high school with have had a quarter of a century to become interesting. My guess is that the quietest have become the loudest, and the cutest have become homely. The ones who drank and chewed tobacco are now reverent, and the library geeks are probbaly all Silicon Valley multimillionaires.
Be that as it may -- it's my opinion that the members of this class shouldn't be required to go and ferret out reunion information. Some of us are old farts now and we don't thrive on the internet or think of things like that, and I think a person's use or non-use of the World Wide Web shouldn't make the difference as to whether they are informed of a class reunion.
Let's wait and see what happens, shall we?...
Sunday, June 18, 2006
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