Finally got a domain & real name:
http://www.istariconsulting.com
Yep. Time to plaster craigslist, etc. with ad posts.
I'm also corresponding with a recruiter about a contract at a well known wireless firm, whose name I probly shouldn't mention here. I would've sneezed at the offer awhile back but it's not too bad now considering the circumstances ...
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Appendix A:
Yep ... cool beans ...
Tee hee ...
~~~
Appendix B:
You know, I actually do get quite excited about meeting new people, even though I'm sometimes too embarassed to be totally forward about it. Maybe I should be ...
~~~
Appendix C (a.k.a. drunken rambling appendix):
For some ridiculous reason, I really miss being glib909 right now. What I mean is, name now represents a distant former self to me and I'm feeling a percularly self-indulgent nostalgia.
It represents the crash and languish after a horrible year and subsequent burn out, and being on the artistically glorified, self-absorbed brink of a strange sort of implosion.
But now I'm coming around. I'm remembering what it used to be like before; to be engaged and passionate.
I really don't have the energy to articulate the full reasoning of why and where I am, it's so surreal (and requires a full historical context to make any coherent sense) that even I really couldn't put a resolute finger on it.
That being said, can you really blame me for being too lazy to not be at least somewhat enigmatic?
Thinking so much differently ... compounded with elements of former selves, something totally new is emerging.
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Appendix D:
My contribution to this poetry day thing:
Poop poop,
so brown and slippery,
but sometimes green as well.
Without you I'd fill up with food,
so I think you're mighty swell.
http://www.istariconsulting.com
Yep. Time to plaster craigslist, etc. with ad posts.
I'm also corresponding with a recruiter about a contract at a well known wireless firm, whose name I probly shouldn't mention here. I would've sneezed at the offer awhile back but it's not too bad now considering the circumstances ...
~~~
Appendix A:
Yep ... cool beans ...

Tee hee ...

~~~
Appendix B:
You know, I actually do get quite excited about meeting new people, even though I'm sometimes too embarassed to be totally forward about it. Maybe I should be ...
~~~
Appendix C (a.k.a. drunken rambling appendix):
For some ridiculous reason, I really miss being glib909 right now. What I mean is, name now represents a distant former self to me and I'm feeling a percularly self-indulgent nostalgia.
It represents the crash and languish after a horrible year and subsequent burn out, and being on the artistically glorified, self-absorbed brink of a strange sort of implosion.
But now I'm coming around. I'm remembering what it used to be like before; to be engaged and passionate.
I really don't have the energy to articulate the full reasoning of why and where I am, it's so surreal (and requires a full historical context to make any coherent sense) that even I really couldn't put a resolute finger on it.
That being said, can you really blame me for being too lazy to not be at least somewhat enigmatic?
Thinking so much differently ... compounded with elements of former selves, something totally new is emerging.
~~~
Appendix D:
My contribution to this poetry day thing:
Poop poop,
so brown and slippery,
but sometimes green as well.
Without you I'd fill up with food,
so I think you're mighty swell.
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adeline:
I love meeting new ppl, never pass it up. Nice little poem there. 

thirty:
I have Asperger's also. I've never met someone else who had it (before now). We should start a club. One that has a treehouse.