What's going on here anymore? Howcome the posts on my friends page don't have any dates or times on them? What if one of you is in a dire crisis and so I, like, ship you a package of first aid gauze overnight FedEx only to find out you posted that six months ago?

Also, why will it only show me like 15 posts?

Bug or feature?

Sorry I'm an internet flake. It's weird how phases of your life change how interested you are in writing long things online. Writing things isn't even hard.

I'm in Taiwan, eating fruit and sweating. Seeing a lot of people, and they are people that I love. They keep buying me food.

I saw an art exhibit of Salvador Dalí in Taipei. It's funny seeing art ( Read more... )

Hey, remember how I used to post here all the time? I've been all resigned to thinking it was taken over by Russian spambots but then I came back and, lo and behold, it is still populated by friends. Moral: don't assume your friends are Russian spambots. So I'm gonna steal this meme from narniadear and then maybe I'll write about that one time I got married ( Read more... )

I've been home sick basically for four days in a row. Weird. I think the monster cough has finally decided to be on its way out, though, so tomorrow is back to school, which is hard this semester but at the same time not hard. As in, two of my classes are extremely difficult but actually getting up and going to them is not.

By the way, did I mention ( Read more... )

Monsieur Pinet died. He was my French professor. The one who gave me a C not because my essay was "worse" than anyone else's but because he knew I could do better. And then I did better ( Read more... )

I started a new blog. Seems a little stupid since I've already got this journal I always forget to write in and a cooking blog that was super cool until it wasn't and a group blog I contribute to that I haven't written for in years.

But this new one is more about stuff I care about, and really, who are the blog police that tell you when you have to ( Read more... )

So, the people who didn't like my cover art went ahead and used the altered version that someone's friend threw together at the last minute. I was tempted not to let them use it but they were up against a publication deadline and I didn't want to punish all the authors and contributors just because the one guy had been such a jerk. I just told them ( Read more... )

I guess the answer is that it is the best of times, it is the worst of times. I guess that's always the answer ( Read more... )

I hardly ever have bad dreams - only when I'm stressed out. Every once in a while I convince myself my dreams mean things, but there's a good chance they don't. 85% of my self says that bad dreams merely mean I'm stressed out and my brain is trying to make sense of it or act it out. Maybe 93 ( Read more... )

Once, an animatronic bear at Disneyland told me "You can't run away from trouble. There ain't no place that far." Then, a few years later, President Monson quoted that same animatronic bear in General Conference. Which, in some views, makes it scripture.