On cross-posting, feeling different, and second blogs.
It occurs to me that there are a few posts I haven't actually cross-posted here. Huh. You've all probably been wondering if I fell off the face of the earth. Again. I'll admit, it is a fascinating thing to do, but it's entirely too time-consuming to do so on a regular basis. So, no, I have not. I've just been careless, apparently. I would post these missing entries here, but I have something far more important than a stream of elaborate invectives against our government to report. (Of greater present importance to me, anyway. I'll post the invectives some other time.) I have met the most confounding girl...well, perhaps not the most, but one of the most I've ever met, and we are rather taken with each other. This does not make the miseries of the world fade away. This does not fill me with blind hope or make the world seem a better place. This does none of those horribly cliche romantic things you hear about. I suppose to some extent this should worry me, and were I a saner man, perhaps it would. Instead, this gives me some degree of comfort. This while thing makes me feel...different in some indescribable way. A, hopefully, positive way. I'm not sure this is necessarily a good thing, but I'm comfortably certain it is not a bad one. We are only casually dating now, but I still have hope. Oh, dear, did I just contradict myself?
(Cross-posted from my other blog. If this confuses you as to what direction my cross-posting negligence has been going in, you're thinking entirely too hard. No, I'm not trying to hide my other blog. No, it shouldn't be hard to find. Yes, it's probably not safe if you're at work.)
(Cross-posted from my other blog. If this confuses you as to what direction my cross-posting negligence has been going in, you're thinking entirely too hard. No, I'm not trying to hide my other blog. No, it shouldn't be hard to find. Yes, it's probably not safe if you're at work.)