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May. 21st, 2002 12:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
like_a_clownIt has become apparent to me that I have gradually fallen into the mindset common among LJ users whose adherents post mainly self-indulgent rants, polls, whines, etcetera.
And I don't mind that too much. And it appears that most of you don't, either. So thanks for reading.
Rest assured that I remain capable of original, decently-written (I think) posting material that doesn't have to do with depression, a poll-y form (no matter how much I like em), shitty love life, school-related anxiety, etc.
Of course, I say that in a moment when all seems fine and good. ;)
Like now, for instance...I have to write an article on the Goleta Slough's champions, the Audubon Society. The fact that a group of people gets together to kick some non-native plant species ass less than two miles from my house really makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Like, I never stopped to consider my proximity to The Environment. Now I have, a little bit, and will likely write on it later.
And the whole David Attias thing. He was the guy, for you non-locals, who made CNN headlines by plowing his car into a group of partygoers last year. I interviewed this girl who wrote a play about it. I'm writing about that, and IV in general...I will post some thoughts.
And Extravaganza. It was a focal opint of a rad weekend. I mean...how often do you get to see world famous indie rock and "good hip hop" bands for free (The Breeders and Aceyalone and De La Soul, respectively)?
And Spiderman and Star Wars. I liked both. Except that in my melancholy haze, I was pissed off with Peter's rejection of MJ. I mean, he knows that the villain's gonna go after her anyway, so he may as well keep her close, right? It seemed like a waste of the most perfect chance he may ever get, to me. And Natalie Portman couldn't out-act a drunk garden slug. But you know, those movies were just that--MOVIES. Not films. And I had a fucking great time at each of them, regardless of their flaws (of which I was cognizant, yes).
And Shawnna...I didn't know you drove an import hotrod. You must fill me in...I have a secret affection for them that my roommate would murder me if he suspected. :)
Someone reply to something. Or reply to my last, poll-y entry. Lemme know you love me. I mean...isn't that what the comment feature and public nature of LJ is all about? ;)
And I don't mind that too much. And it appears that most of you don't, either. So thanks for reading.
Rest assured that I remain capable of original, decently-written (I think) posting material that doesn't have to do with depression, a poll-y form (no matter how much I like em), shitty love life, school-related anxiety, etc.
Of course, I say that in a moment when all seems fine and good. ;)
Like now, for instance...I have to write an article on the Goleta Slough's champions, the Audubon Society. The fact that a group of people gets together to kick some non-native plant species ass less than two miles from my house really makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Like, I never stopped to consider my proximity to The Environment. Now I have, a little bit, and will likely write on it later.
And the whole David Attias thing. He was the guy, for you non-locals, who made CNN headlines by plowing his car into a group of partygoers last year. I interviewed this girl who wrote a play about it. I'm writing about that, and IV in general...I will post some thoughts.
And Extravaganza. It was a focal opint of a rad weekend. I mean...how often do you get to see world famous indie rock and "good hip hop" bands for free (The Breeders and Aceyalone and De La Soul, respectively)?
And Spiderman and Star Wars. I liked both. Except that in my melancholy haze, I was pissed off with Peter's rejection of MJ. I mean, he knows that the villain's gonna go after her anyway, so he may as well keep her close, right? It seemed like a waste of the most perfect chance he may ever get, to me. And Natalie Portman couldn't out-act a drunk garden slug. But you know, those movies were just that--MOVIES. Not films. And I had a fucking great time at each of them, regardless of their flaws (of which I was cognizant, yes).
And Shawnna...I didn't know you drove an import hotrod. You must fill me in...I have a secret affection for them that my roommate would murder me if he suspected. :)
Someone reply to something. Or reply to my last, poll-y entry. Lemme know you love me. I mean...isn't that what the comment feature and public nature of LJ is all about? ;)
