Tuesday, July 19, 2005
the fatal flaw
You may or may not have noticed that I have trouble posting...
The thing is that I don't feel I have anything noteworthy to post about most of the time and then when I do I can't post it because it may violate trust that I have with my friends and family... Yanno... The people I'd be posting about.
It certainly is a quandry....
Anyone got any solutions?
The thing is that I don't feel I have anything noteworthy to post about most of the time and then when I do I can't post it because it may violate trust that I have with my friends and family... Yanno... The people I'd be posting about.
It certainly is a quandry....
Anyone got any solutions?
I'm thinking about thinking about renaming my blog
"to teigan with love..."
what do you think? I know one happy little reader will be a .... happy little reader.
teigan said...
I fear the cease to exist.
11:43 AM
When I was a kid I used to wonder, among other things, how you would know if you were still dreaming. I wondered if people could live their whole lives out in their dreams and think that they had lived for the duration, in reality. If that was what being in a coma was about.
I was never able to reconcile myself to the idea that this was a valid way to live. That if there was no-one else there to confirm your memories then perhaps they weren't worth as much?
To wake up and find that your whole life had been in your head. The kids that you thought you had that had never really existed. The life you'd led that had never really been lived.
I decided the best way for this to end was for the dreamer to slip away into their dreams. To never ever wake up.
I have little to no idea where this came from.
what do you think? I know one happy little reader will be a .... happy little reader.
teigan said...
I fear the cease to exist.
11:43 AM
When I was a kid I used to wonder, among other things, how you would know if you were still dreaming. I wondered if people could live their whole lives out in their dreams and think that they had lived for the duration, in reality. If that was what being in a coma was about.
I was never able to reconcile myself to the idea that this was a valid way to live. That if there was no-one else there to confirm your memories then perhaps they weren't worth as much?
To wake up and find that your whole life had been in your head. The kids that you thought you had that had never really existed. The life you'd led that had never really been lived.
I decided the best way for this to end was for the dreamer to slip away into their dreams. To never ever wake up.
I have little to no idea where this came from.
This is your half-monthly posting reminder.
Please don't forget to post to your blog on a regular basis.
It might just prevent you from getting cervical cancer and save your life.
You never know.
10:41 PM
:D You're great. You know this right?
I'm afraid I absolutely can not post right now because there's this white hot rage that needs to be quelled and if I were to post in such a possessed by rage kind of mood the acidity could well seep through cyber space and infect all... A very unpleasant turn of events, I can assure you.
Plus I can't say who or what I'm angry with because it's be rude and I have been cursed with consideration... I wish I could tell you... I really do...
5:05 PM