Oh LJ...
...times they are a changing. Twitter, Tumblr...they're all stealing the attention that LJ used to get, and poor neglected LJ is getting dusty and lonely. Lately I've been feeling like I'm about to hit that phase of "my LJ is my BF" again, and I'm sure it's hoping that I follow up on that with actions and not just words.
I'm starting at work again at the Pepper for Kim's, and it's good. We're going to take the show to London in January, and I feel like it's going to be a new phase in my life. (I just used "phase" twice in this entry...) I feel like I really want to start writing a play (for real this time) or a screenplay. I dunno. Being around the artsies makes me even more artsy.
Christmas is around the corner! Love!
I'm broke and poor but I'm happy.
Came back from a weekend excursion to Edmonton to visit Steph and John. So much good times.
This entry hasn't turned out the way I wanted, and I know why. Too much to write about, but it's all spilling over the tops of my brain and my fingers are missing it. That's what happens when I haven't LJ'd in a while and I feel I have to catch LJ up...and my "followers"...all zero of them. :P
And poor LJ, most of my flist has decided to neglect LJ now as well...are we all growing up? Nope...Twitter and Tumblr just gave us ice cream and lured us away. don't fret dear LJ, I haven't forgotten you, just been a bad friend. At least you'll always be here for me. I feel like I'm coming back around though, so that's that.
I'm totally "obsessed" with military history (again). Band of Brothers really does that to me. Now I'm reading all about Canada's stories of WW2, and so on. I just feel so strongly about NOT "forgetting" what all of those boys who went off to war did for us. They ARE the greatest generation and I know I'll never see anything like that in my lifetime. The world has changed, people have changed, there is no "duty" in that sense anymore and while it's probably all changed for the better, there's something to be said for the boys of the 40s who went away for us, and their mothers, who gave their sons away.
I want to DO something. There must be something I can do.
What a horribly scattered entry.
I'm starting at work again at the Pepper for Kim's, and it's good. We're going to take the show to London in January, and I feel like it's going to be a new phase in my life. (I just used "phase" twice in this entry...) I feel like I really want to start writing a play (for real this time) or a screenplay. I dunno. Being around the artsies makes me even more artsy.
Christmas is around the corner! Love!
I'm broke and poor but I'm happy.
Came back from a weekend excursion to Edmonton to visit Steph and John. So much good times.
This entry hasn't turned out the way I wanted, and I know why. Too much to write about, but it's all spilling over the tops of my brain and my fingers are missing it. That's what happens when I haven't LJ'd in a while and I feel I have to catch LJ up...and my "followers"...all zero of them. :P
And poor LJ, most of my flist has decided to neglect LJ now as well...are we all growing up? Nope...Twitter and Tumblr just gave us ice cream and lured us away. don't fret dear LJ, I haven't forgotten you, just been a bad friend. At least you'll always be here for me. I feel like I'm coming back around though, so that's that.
I'm totally "obsessed" with military history (again). Band of Brothers really does that to me. Now I'm reading all about Canada's stories of WW2, and so on. I just feel so strongly about NOT "forgetting" what all of those boys who went off to war did for us. They ARE the greatest generation and I know I'll never see anything like that in my lifetime. The world has changed, people have changed, there is no "duty" in that sense anymore and while it's probably all changed for the better, there's something to be said for the boys of the 40s who went away for us, and their mothers, who gave their sons away.
I want to DO something. There must be something I can do.
What a horribly scattered entry.