I've been going back over old posts on my blog, trying to clear out the huge "Uncategorized" category. Unfortunately even though I've been working on it all weekend I only just barely got the total down under 700 posts. This is going to be a huge undertaking.
To make it worse I used some freeware importer to grab my posts from livejournal years ago and hadn't noticed until it was too late that the importer dropped any lj specific links. So every time I used some-one's lj name as a link in a post that spot is now blank. So every once in a while I come across a post about stuff I've done with other people and I can't for the life of me figure out who those other people were. The only hint I have is that they've had an account on livejournal at some point.
As I read back through each post it staggers me how little actually remains in memory. I mean, I remember a lot of what was written about, but only after I've read about it. And even then there are some events that are a blur.
It would be nice if I could claim I simply practice the Taoist philosophy of "living in the now" but honestly it's just that my memory is That Bad. It's lucky I've written any of it down as that will be the only way I will remember any of it.
Which also highlights how much of a tragedy it is that I have written so little in the past few years. Some of it, I'll be honest, I just don't want to write about and would simply rather not remember. But, in retrospect, those are the things that are most important to remember. It is vitally important that we remember the bad times if only to appreciate how good the good time really are.
As an example, to this day I will always have that one job cleaning out repossessed homes to put every other job into perspective. No matter how tough a current day at work might get, no matter how crushing the load or how brutal the task, I can smile and think to myself "Well, at least I'm not cleaning out roach infested, shit encrusted slum dwellings anymore." It's the kind of perspective that can make you grin and whistle while you sweat and toil. It also gets people looking at you kind of strange.
This weekend was quiet. Friday night was spent in video games, Saturday was brunch by myself and a brief walk through seventeenth ave. And napping. Lots of napping. I do so love my weekend naps. Saturday night was Fringe and a really bad c-grade movie starring Dolph Lundgren in his imminent decline alongside Brandon Lee in what should have been his gradual rise. Showdown in Little Tokyo is a profoundly forgettable film that highlights just how tired so very many cliches are, and just how poorly Dolph does at any kind of buddy film. I don't know if that man knows how to have friends given how poorly he acts at having friends. And Brandon was trying so very, very hard, but the two of them weren't just phoning it in, they were leaving their scenes as notes passed between desks during detention. They weren't merely uninspired, they seemed almost resentful.
Sunday I finally muscled my way through the mortgage pre-approval application. It's depressingly sparse and unimpressive, and I still have a few details to fill in, but I should be able to submit it shortly and see just how bad my options are.
I'm glad I kept the cardboard box from my TV. I might just end up living in it.
Tonight was good fun, though, and a worthy reward for having done my paperwork. I joined a small group of friends at James' place to watch the Oscars. Anne Hathaway did her best to be funny, and showed up in some very appealing dresses, but James Franco seemed to be just about as flat as Dolph Lundgren. Although he did also wear a fetching little dress that showed he does, indeed, possess his own set of broad shoulders.
Now I need to see True Grit, The King's Speech, Black Swan, and I'm going to have to rent The Social Network when it comes out. Actually I think I can wait to rent all of them, except maybe Black Swan. I suspect some of the stage scenes might benefit from a larger screen. But I definitely want to see The King's Speech, if only to see Geoffrey Rush not be a pirate.
To make it worse I used some freeware importer to grab my posts from livejournal years ago and hadn't noticed until it was too late that the importer dropped any lj specific links. So every time I used some-one's lj name as a link in a post that spot is now blank. So every once in a while I come across a post about stuff I've done with other people and I can't for the life of me figure out who those other people were. The only hint I have is that they've had an account on livejournal at some point.
As I read back through each post it staggers me how little actually remains in memory. I mean, I remember a lot of what was written about, but only after I've read about it. And even then there are some events that are a blur.
It would be nice if I could claim I simply practice the Taoist philosophy of "living in the now" but honestly it's just that my memory is That Bad. It's lucky I've written any of it down as that will be the only way I will remember any of it.
Which also highlights how much of a tragedy it is that I have written so little in the past few years. Some of it, I'll be honest, I just don't want to write about and would simply rather not remember. But, in retrospect, those are the things that are most important to remember. It is vitally important that we remember the bad times if only to appreciate how good the good time really are.
As an example, to this day I will always have that one job cleaning out repossessed homes to put every other job into perspective. No matter how tough a current day at work might get, no matter how crushing the load or how brutal the task, I can smile and think to myself "Well, at least I'm not cleaning out roach infested, shit encrusted slum dwellings anymore." It's the kind of perspective that can make you grin and whistle while you sweat and toil. It also gets people looking at you kind of strange.
This weekend was quiet. Friday night was spent in video games, Saturday was brunch by myself and a brief walk through seventeenth ave. And napping. Lots of napping. I do so love my weekend naps. Saturday night was Fringe and a really bad c-grade movie starring Dolph Lundgren in his imminent decline alongside Brandon Lee in what should have been his gradual rise. Showdown in Little Tokyo is a profoundly forgettable film that highlights just how tired so very many cliches are, and just how poorly Dolph does at any kind of buddy film. I don't know if that man knows how to have friends given how poorly he acts at having friends. And Brandon was trying so very, very hard, but the two of them weren't just phoning it in, they were leaving their scenes as notes passed between desks during detention. They weren't merely uninspired, they seemed almost resentful.
Sunday I finally muscled my way through the mortgage pre-approval application. It's depressingly sparse and unimpressive, and I still have a few details to fill in, but I should be able to submit it shortly and see just how bad my options are.
I'm glad I kept the cardboard box from my TV. I might just end up living in it.
Tonight was good fun, though, and a worthy reward for having done my paperwork. I joined a small group of friends at James' place to watch the Oscars. Anne Hathaway did her best to be funny, and showed up in some very appealing dresses, but James Franco seemed to be just about as flat as Dolph Lundgren. Although he did also wear a fetching little dress that showed he does, indeed, possess his own set of broad shoulders.
Now I need to see True Grit, The King's Speech, Black Swan, and I'm going to have to rent The Social Network when it comes out. Actually I think I can wait to rent all of them, except maybe Black Swan. I suspect some of the stage scenes might benefit from a larger screen. But I definitely want to see The King's Speech, if only to see Geoffrey Rush not be a pirate.
alexea:
I totally agree!! Women with glasses are way too much hot 
and anyway, men too
and anyway, men too