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.
STUFF OF SUBSTANCE: So... "tonight" is like, a really nebulous term, which can in fact mean "sometime this week," right? Yeah, let's go with that.
I've been working on a lot of stuff in my head which, now that schedules are being radically reduced over at DL, will hopefully be making its way to the blog and sites soon. Amongst the items: why I don't hate "Joe Schmo" or feel bad for Matt (the "guy who thinks it's real"), when I thought I would; good reasons to get government out of schooling; my thoughts on actually getting to the business of creating my own future. Also, expect lots of "comparison shopping" stuff regarding looking for an apartment online. It's a real bear of a project.
Note: I had a comment which I didn't reply to, and meant to... though he'll probably never come back, let me just mention to the person who thought I was remiss in my obligations by being tardy 7 times in eight months: this is longest time I've ever had a job, most of the "lates" were less than five minutes (or more than 3 hours -- either traffic or mix-ups in scheduling), and I'm getting rave reviews. The majority of employers I've had in the past were either thrilled to have me show up at all (this held true for all employees) or so dead-set on absolute punctuality (not to mention a laundry list of other minor conformity issues) that I gave up on them after a few weeks. You sound like my former employer at the City of Anaheim, who believed I was late if I wasn't sitting at my desk, gazing lovingly at the phone (which almost never rang), five minutes before my actual start time of 8am (so that I would be ready to get to the Vital And Urgent Work of cataloguing old records of public works projects, exactly on time). I recall coming in to work praying he'd fire me (we parted ways after a month, mutually agreeing that my probationary period hadn't worked out very well) every day, and muttering under my breath that this is the sort of thing I ought to have expected from an employer which had me working exactly 32 hours per week, because if it was any more than that, they'd have to give me health insurance. When I realized that the working conditions compared unfavorably to those in the US military (at least they have benefits, and senior officers are supposed to salute back -- i.e. actually have or at least demonstrate some level of respect for you -- when you salute them), it was pretty much a foregone conclusion that that place and I weren't a good fit for one another.