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long time no update, sorry 'bout that, been . . . distracted
WARNING: Copious babble to ensue, may contain random epiphanies and useless drivel
Ignore all my bad spellinz and grammar stuffs, I am exactly as my little moodlet penguin states.
have just recently (5-10 minutes ago) come to the realization that I have an idealized me from my past that I am looking for. I’m not sure if it is my intention to become that person again, amalgamate the portions of that person that I seek, or put that person to rest.
In a significantly related note: too many of my hopes are pinned on my proposed trip to the midwest. The plans are still relatively nebulous, though I can say that the more ‘planning’ that goes into it, the more contrived and idiotic the plan becomes . . . and yet, even fully realizing that (indeed possibly because of it) I have some basic impulse to take this journey.
Which bring me to how it’s related. Jelly, my traveling companion is a phreaque from one of my classes who decided after hearing one too many stories of Old School Chauncey that she wanted to meet the people and places I told stories about. (As an aside, I might say: if that’s not proof right there that she’s One Of Us, I don’t know what the hell is) We’ve decided to turn the misadventure into potential writing material by conducting interviews with people along the way (great way to connect with folks, get them to open up, bum you some change) and considering the impetus for the travel we figured that interviewing phreaques was a moral imperative. So, as an end to this shaggy-dog tale, I’m looking to collect stories of not only Chauncey, but if possible at least one story about whoever the hell I was back then. I know it sounds narcissistic but it’s somehow important to this catharsis whatever thing I need to go through. One Fraggle story and one Shaun story would be optimal but I know that not everyone knew both of them at the time.
The trip itself has a multitude of purposes, this is just the one that the beam spot that went off in my head focused on. As for Jelly, I’m not terribly sure if she has any idea what the hell meeting those that can be gathered means. Nor do I think she knows necessarily that she’s One Of Us . . . whatev, she’ll find out.
Ok, enough babble on that, I’ll be done for now.
WARNING: Copious babble to ensue, may contain random epiphanies and useless drivel
Ignore all my bad spellinz and grammar stuffs, I am exactly as my little moodlet penguin states.
have just recently (5-10 minutes ago) come to the realization that I have an idealized me from my past that I am looking for. I’m not sure if it is my intention to become that person again, amalgamate the portions of that person that I seek, or put that person to rest.
In a significantly related note: too many of my hopes are pinned on my proposed trip to the midwest. The plans are still relatively nebulous, though I can say that the more ‘planning’ that goes into it, the more contrived and idiotic the plan becomes . . . and yet, even fully realizing that (indeed possibly because of it) I have some basic impulse to take this journey.
Which bring me to how it’s related. Jelly, my traveling companion is a phreaque from one of my classes who decided after hearing one too many stories of Old School Chauncey that she wanted to meet the people and places I told stories about. (As an aside, I might say: if that’s not proof right there that she’s One Of Us, I don’t know what the hell is) We’ve decided to turn the misadventure into potential writing material by conducting interviews with people along the way (great way to connect with folks, get them to open up, bum you some change) and considering the impetus for the travel we figured that interviewing phreaques was a moral imperative. So, as an end to this shaggy-dog tale, I’m looking to collect stories of not only Chauncey, but if possible at least one story about whoever the hell I was back then. I know it sounds narcissistic but it’s somehow important to this catharsis whatever thing I need to go through. One Fraggle story and one Shaun story would be optimal but I know that not everyone knew both of them at the time.
The trip itself has a multitude of purposes, this is just the one that the beam spot that went off in my head focused on. As for Jelly, I’m not terribly sure if she has any idea what the hell meeting those that can be gathered means. Nor do I think she knows necessarily that she’s One Of Us . . . whatev, she’ll find out.
Ok, enough babble on that, I’ll be done for now.