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A-Typical male's journal. |
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| The Xoom site is up. Not much there yet, but it shall grow. |
I had an odd dream last night. I was sitting at a big conference table, and sitting sporadically around it where the regular posters/authors from alt.sex.stories.d. They all had my manuscripts and were going over them. "Too much passive voice here" is the only specific criticism I remember. It was all grammar and spelling complaints though. Perhaps I would remember more if the alarm hadn't woke me up in the middle of it. I hate waking up in the middle of a dream: I'm always more sleepy then, and have this urge to lie in bed and think about the dream. Of course, that means I fall back asleep. Which I did this morning. I was late enough that Azura had to take me to work. I missed the bus completely. I knew I'd been pushing it, staying up a bit later, and trying to grab every possible minute of sleep. I'd been doing pretty good thought, more than a couple of weeks since I've missed it totally. She's still looking for work, so at least she has the time. We're mainly waiting on her Nursing Assistant certification to transfer from Tennessee to North Carolina. She seems excited about doing it again, something I find as odd. I can't even watch those 'operation' shows from TV, much less care for sick people. I admit it, terminally sick people make me nervous. Whether it's just that I can't do anything, or that it's a reminder of my own mortality, I don't know. I just know it bothers me. And when it's a relative, the fact that it bothers me bothers me.
I was reading ceej's journal yesterday, catching up on my entries. Her new guy, DavidZ, reviewed some other people's journals. No, that's not true. He reviewed their lives...and he was not overly kind. His call, I guess, but part of the point of journalling is to discover that stuff about yourself that you can't see. Sure it's obvious to everyone else--but we tell ourselves little lies and we go on. Eventually it comes clear, and, for me, that's part of the point. Don't ridicule me because I'm missing something basic. I'm sure you are, too. The only reason I don't know about it is that you haven't written about your life online. Ehh, dunno why that got my back up. Probably because what he saw as 'admitting to fault' I saw as honesty--if brutal honesty. I know I'm not perfect. I have my good sides, and I think they come through. I have my bad points, and they show through, too. This is me. It's that simple.
I finally was able to get some decent CD's for work this morning. I guess that's the advantage of missing the bus: more time in the morning to prepare. I've got Merrill Bainbridge's album in now. It's one of Azura's CD's, but I have to admit I like her haunting melodies. I also grabbed Messiah's "21st Century Jesus" and Blondie's Greatest Hits. Both are good programming music for me. Messiah's good writing music, too. I've missed them--they got taken home somehow.
My reading has really slowed down, with more of my time being spent writing. I've spent most of my past week reading The Dragonbone Chair by Tad Williams. It's not as good as Otherland, the book that convinced me to read his stuff, but TDC is only his second book. I have noticed thought, that he seems to have a thing for the Tarot card "The Hanged Man", as it's symbology was in both books.
I think there's another redesign, and possibly a move in store this weekend. I'm not sure--I'll definitely be working on the Food For Thought site at xoom.com. I don't really want to move to another free service, but I can make (some of) the changes I want to make by moving there. Like using directories... Generic Joe's A Typical Male
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