About This Blog
A blog about my life, universe, etc. At any given time you might find something endlessly interesting or just me ruminating on something else, which no one (not even myself) finds interesting. That's the way blogs go, I suppose. Anyway, I was eleventh in line, and you weren't. Hah!
Scripture of the Moment 2 Nephi 2:27 Wherefore, men are free according to the flesh; and all things are given them which are expedient unto man. And they are free to choose liberty and eternal life, through the great Mediator of all men, or to choose captivity and death, according to the captivity and power of the devil; for he seeketh that all men might be miserable like unto himself.
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-- If I mention something that's been published and is still available on the Internet, I will link to it. Well, if I know it's there, anyway.
-- Once I've posted something, I will not make substantive changes to the body of the post. Any changes will be noted with an "EDIT" tag at the bottom of the post in question, or will be noted in a subsequent post. Typos, stylistic errors, and link updates will occur, without time limit (though if it's been a while, I'll let you know). If I really really regret a post, it's likely I'll post about cats or something for a while in pennance. You've been warned.
-- If I find something through the efforts of another blogger (in fact, of anyone I can link to), I'll credit them with a link (the style of such a link is pretty much up to my mood, so don't expect consistency in that area).
-- My comment policy is listed below.
I like comments, and I'll keep them activated. HOWEVER, if you want to start a flamewar, go somewhere else. If you want to get me to start arguing with you about Ohio State vs. Michigan, whether Mormons are Christian, how stupid being spoiler free is, or pretty much anything else inflamatory (inflamatory is in the eye of me in this case -- if you don't trust my judgement, too bad), go somewhere else. All links to pornography, all instances of vulgar language, and anything else I don't think is appropriate for my sisters, brother, neice, and nephew to see (ages 1-18), or quite frankly appropriate for ME to see, will be edited as I see fit (probably with links to something else, or alternate words, or what have you). All spam comments, including blatant off-topic self-promotion, will be deleted. If you've been banned, feel free to email me; if you're uncivil, please know that I'm interested in finding out exactly how many people I can add to my killfile without bringing my processer speed to zero, and don't mind using your address in my experiments. I reserve the right to delete and/or ban anyone I want. If you need to say it that badly, go get your own blog. They're free, you know.
A Note About Chatting and Emails
I'm not what you would call an extremely social or extraverted person. As a matter of fact, I tend to test 100% introvert on Myer-Briggs and other personality profile tests. Therefore, please be aware that most of the time, if I don't already know you (either in person or through weeks/months/years of email contact) the chances are I won't be very talkative if you IM me. I like having a long time to consider what I say, and that goes double for what I say to total strangers. Please don't think me scary, rude, hateful, or even just someone in a perpetual bad mood, if chat efforts are unsuccessful. Quite frankly, it's probably better for you to go find someone else to chat with, unless you have something significant to say. And if it's that important, you should probably email me. Which reminds me to let you know now that if you do choose to email me, it might be days, weeks, months, years, or never before I email you back. It takes a lot of energy for me to come up with replies to random inquiries from strangers, and most of the time there's something I'd rather be doing instead. Your understanding is appreciated. I'm not saying don't try, I'm just saying -- have minimal expectations, okay? Thanks. Oh, and if you DO know me, don't treat this statement as an excellent excuse not to talk to me. You know who you are.
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT: I just thought I'd share my thoughts about Anna finally updating Last Tango in Paris again. I suppose I really shouldn't say "finally," not when I haven't put out an original work OR bit of fanfic since... well, gosh, March? But anyway, LTiP got updated again, and praise be to the heavens. Except... every chapter of this fic saga, just like every chapter of Triangle Prophecy, brings us all one step closer to the end (as far as I know, Anna isn't planning a fourth venture into the Roman Holiday world, and Barb has said many times she will not write anything else in the Psychic Serpent universe). This is sort of like original Harry Potter novels, episodes of Babylon 5, etc.; the feeling is only marginally less depressing than what you get when reading one of the last few books in the Chronicles of Narnia (for some reason, it always hits me in "The Silver Chair"). But at the same time, it isn't half as demoralizing as what I feel when something is stretched beyond it's elastic capacity -- take, for example, the Star Trek franchise and "Enterprise." There's beating a dead horse, and on Disneyland's Main Street to boot. It seems like you just can't win, and I find it sad.
Another sad thing? I'm not even REMOTELY well-placed in Google searches for "sarah." I know I'm in there (because when I search all the results for "lloannna," there's something like 20 hits), but nowhere near any kind of relevant ranking. In fact, I'm not even really very well placed on "sarah blog." Recent topics ("schwarzenegger," "harry potter," etc.) don't rank well at all, either. The SarahFinder doesn't turn up when you search "sarah disneyland." I find it vaguely disappointing, and yet reassuring in a "stalkers have to at least know my username to find me" sort of way. Of course, I've had the same username since 1992, so it's not hard (and, no one else has it... every hit on "lloannna" is me). So there's something to be comforted by. Or, freaked out by, depending on how you want to think about these things...
Realistically I think it's time we all admitted there's no real cause for optimism and everything's going to turn out badly for the rest of forever. posted by Sarah at 5:22 AM. |