jdrook

Let's see . . . March, April, May, June, July . . . about 3.5 months since last posting. How much do I suck?

In pre-emptive retaliation, I offer this quote:

"Only good girls keep diaries. Bad girls don't have time." - Tallulah Bankhead

Naturally I had to look up who Ms. Bankhead is, or rather was, which I recommend. In short, she was a spitfire. Of course, she also died before the Moon landing, let alone the advent of teh netzor, blogging and the current context in which you're reading these words. How roughly a thousand arguably (and occasionally self-proclaimed) "bad girls" recording their daily musings would affect Tallulah's opinion is a question for the ages.

But I'm slowing turning to digression into an art form.

Everybody's wondering WTF? Tilpacer is on the edge of his seat. Joyfuldemise asked me at the Canada Day bbq at her place. Even pixxelpuss, whom I haven't seen in years and until recently hadn't posted herself since 2004, is asking after me. Well, in a word . . .

I've been a bad girl.

In certain contexts, this is nothing new. Ask danny_g or masquerade how bad a girl I am. Then again, don't ask Dan. He'll just fall to the ground, moaning, whimpering and clawing at his eyes.

Digressing. Stay on message.

My meaning of course is that I've been a bad girl in the Bankhead sense, which is a long and convoluted way of saying I was busy. Part of that "busy" actually manifested as some repetitive stress injury that made it painful for me to type and mouse and do all those other things that allow me to make the internet my bitch (or vice versa). That led me to more outings into the Big Blue Room and discovering it full of people, and over half of those people are these things called wimmin. They look kind of like the ones on the net, only the POV variation is unprecedented, and there's almost no laggies or jaggies! One weird thing is you have to communicate with them in a linear realtime fashion that requires you to pay attention at least half of the time instead of holding several conversations at once and jumping between them while doing email, listening to pirated music and downloading pr0n. This can be taxing, but there are perks involved which you can't get from IM or texting. For instance, these wimmin occasionally look you directly in the eye, which is much cooler than it sounds. and if you communicate or "tok" with them sufficiently (which again, is difficult to define) they may even smile and do this kinda reverse-interface action called "touching" you, which is easily on par with the eye-thing, if not gigs better. Then there's a thing where both of your tokking parts touch . . . digressing

So, yeah, after several years I seem to be day-ting. I want to say "again" but traditionally I've kind of wandered around like a fart in a whirlwind until some alignment of the planets gets me next to a girl for anywhere from a few months to over a year, and then it would stop and I'd be back in the whirlwind. I've never really pursued a relationship. It's more like a Venus flytrap rooted in one spot and a fly just showing up and nature takes its course. (Asking whether I'm the fly or the trap is a relativistic question.) The last few months, though, I have dated more than I have since the turn of the century. I can still count them all on one hand (not including the hand itself), but this is definitely progress.

Now you'll all be wanting details. Well, I haven't decided whether to give them up. Oh, hell, who am I fooling? What I really haven't decided is how to present it. I am formulating a plan to try and catch people up chronologically and doing the last 3 months over several posts to keep them from becoming ridonkulously long, like this one already is. This plan will almost surely fall through, but I'll try anyway, because it was that attitude that eventually gave me something to write about.

Stay tuned!