patricky

It's been almost a month since I updated my journal, and I suppose I've kept you all in suspense long enough - hope you weren't holding your breath in anticipation, because that would be... awkward, I should think.

A lot has happened in the last month. I've ridden across the sky in a chariot made of bronze and soaprock carved by a blind man's hands;...
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And a good time was had by all... meaning me. A good time was had by me.

It was great, great, great to see everyone again, and I want to go down on record as saying that was my second favorite wedding of all time (behind mine, naturally), and certainly the one with the highest number of nearly naked/naked dancing women.

Oh, so much great...
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As none of you may have noticed, I haven't updated for a bit. That's because we've finally got the internet back after moving out of our house.

We are, at long last, almost ready to sell it, so that we might move into a home that is not, in fact, a tiny piece of shit.

Just as a general musing on intellectual dick waving on websites:

"What everyone should know" is a subjective statement, and it's always colored by people's own interests, and by their own experiences.

I don't see many folks online talking about how every competent, well rounded and educated person should know how to handle all aspects of their car's basic maintenance, but my grandfather sure as...
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Whoa

Holy f'in shit, that stuff is way strong. Should have spaced that out a bit more, old son.

Writing to myself while floating near the ceiling;

Patrick Y

Hey, hey! I have a new favorite SG on my page, and the she's my 3rd (4th?) ever friend from my friend's list.

Liante rolled the dice, and scored a critical hit of hotness.

Ahem:


Hotness Revealed
You are surpassingly hot, like a crate full of peppers - those funky little red ones, you know, the ones you accidentally bite into when eating chinese food...
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Today was a long day, in a succession of long days. Not an unpleasant day, but a long one.

Tomorrow night, the plan is to go out and do... something. I don't know what, yet, but it will be something.

Is my journal entry uninteresting?

Yes.

Is it finished?

Yes.

I think, perhaps, that I spend my life walking without leaving footprints, and that I cast no shadow to show where I'm going, or to mark my passing.

My childhood friends are just memories for me, and I doubt that I'm even that for them; for all that I remember them in fleeting moments - when I take stock of who I am, and the...
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Well, Katie - the inspiration whose pictures finally kicked me into joining up - archived herself, so I think maybe I should remove her from my favorites.

Not because I'm angry, or anything of that nature, but as a way of respecting her wish to no longer be a part of the site.

So, I need to put up another one. Or maybe I don't...
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Yeah, I shaved my head.

EDIT: FUCKING DAMNIT! Why can't I get pictures to show in my journal entries?!

I like the quiet moments of the night, when the air is still and cool. I like when the world slows, and the noise of traffic fades, because that's when I can soak in the night sounds: the ticking clock, the scuffle of cat's feet on gravel outside, the gentle woosh of my children's breath, the clack of the keyboard.

It's a good time to...
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For the life of me, I don't understand why, but a website decided to interview me.

So, I've spent the last couple of days writing out answers to questions. It's been an interesting experience, but kind of fun.

It's odd that he'd interview me, especially given the relative (in my industry's terms) fame and accomplishments of his past subjects.

But still, it's cool.