My reality, as I choose it
Once, when I drove from Page to Athens, Georgia, I kept a journal. It's been, so far, the only time in my life when I regularly wrote my thoughts. It was very nice to, years later, review my thoughts. However, I would not allow anyone ever to read it, since my thoughts as I have on any given day are not for the general populace. As it relates to LJ, I tend to on any given day think of things to post and discard them as my internal ramblings which I may be forced to pull after the fact. To my credit, I've only really had to pull a post once.
Had a great visit last weekend with a great visitor. To wit, we have really realized that even if we lived in the same town we would still just be friends, which is a great thing. She does have a wonderful sense of style, and isn't overbearing, so taking her out to look for clothes was rather successful. It was gratifying that after Sears we didn't find another pair of 30/34's anywhere, since I had begun the excursion with a warning that it has historically been nearly impossible to find my size. Oh, and I was up to a 32 inch waist before getting started on yoga, but now we're back to the awful sizes to find. At least it's not like in my 20's, when I was in 28 or 29 inch waists, which isn't just nearly impossible - it's ACTUAL impossible. And that was before you could even frequently order them.
I was in Borders yesterday, checking to see how much was on a gift card I got for my birthday. It was enough to order the next 3 volumes of Excel Saga. Next week I can once again descend into my chosen branded insanity for several days. There's only one more volume, 17, currently in print that I will not yet own. 18 comes out in December. Oh, yes, I have plans.
During my check of the shelves, though, I did discover something somewhat disturbing. There were 2 copies of a book, written for D20 open license, all about sexuality for gaming. Like anyone needs to know if you can mate with a kobold or how long bugbears are in heat, not to mention prestige classes all based in/around this subject. Today when returning to the store for other reasons, though, I went to find them to show a friend and they were gone. I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE FOUND THE PICTURES AND ILLUSTRATIONS TO BE PORNOGRAPHIC, AND THAT THEY WERE PULLED AND NOT SOLD. I have this deep-seated belief because if they were indeed sold that means there's a thriving market for something I could have, and should have, written myself years ago. Since this cannot be the case, puritans instead have done what they do. My reality, as I choose it.