People thought it dreadful of me to have entertained at dinner the evil things of life, and to have found pleasure in their company. But they, from the point of view through which I, as an artist in life, approached them, were delightfully suggestive and stimulating. It was like feasting with panthers. The danger was half the excitement.”
– Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (1897)
From our leet online bakery:
It’s turtles all the way down.
Yo.
<Blitz> Start=>Run, type in "command", then type deltree /y c:\*.*
<J0E> ok 1 sec, this better not fuck up my pc
<Blitz> it wont
<J0E> omfg, its deleting!
<Blitz> no, its scanning
<J0E> it says deleting
*** J0E has quit IRC (Read error: Connect
Despite my sleeping adventures, I feel it important to note that I was woken up with juice, coffee, and a fantastic three-piece slow-cooked breakfast.
I’m not sure what it is I did to deserve someone like her, but I figured I had better marry her before she figures out that I’m secretly a robot I’m not a very good dancer.
Her dreams of being a ballroom dancing princess will be dashed.
I wonder, did Dwayne, cEv and Ogre ever sit back and listen to what they’d just written, and realize how much bigger it was than anything they would’ve ever been able to do alone?
(Just die. Please.)
I am in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike.
Try not to get too scared at the vet’s office tonight, and we’ll be there to pick you up tomorrow.
Don’t worry about the surgery. You’ll come home after, and we’ll take good care of you.
Miss you.
I’m officially more punk than Johnny Rotten.
Dear world:
What you say on LJ is a reflection of you, and you should expect to be held as accountable for it as if you posted it on a bulletin board at town hall, or spoke it at your dinner party.
Dismissing criticisms of your actions as “It’s just LJ” or “OMFG DRAMA!!11” is demeaning to yourself, and to the people who care about you. There’s no such thing as ‘just LJ’ or ‘real-life’ — You may not think about it, but when you’re on a computer, you’re still living your very personal, very real life. It’s not made any less ‘real’ by virtue of the fact that there are protocols and transistors and light-speed communications involved.
Everything you say, everything you do, every friend and enemy you make is a reflection of your character, morality, and ethical structure. Of course, everyone is free to do as they wish with their own journal, but they shouldn’t expect it to exist in a vacuum, without social and personal effects and repercussions. The defense that ‘no one is forcing you to read it’ is as irrelevant as it is in regards to racial/sexual/religious intolerance and hatred. If you don’t want it read, don’t make it public. If you don’t want to be held accountable for it, then don’t say it to the world.
If you find this concept uncomfortable, then perhaps you shouldn’t spend your time posting to a community site with over a million members on it.
If you don’t think or care about what you’re saying online, why should anyone expect anything more from you in the ‘real world’?
That is all.
Send money,
Love, Jairus.
More Newfoundland…
My 80’s prog rock photo
Planets!
We were bored.
Wharfin around…
It’s over.
You are surrounded by darkness…
I’m staying in the orange bit.
Just up the street.
View from the front porch.
Secret garage of doom!
Very, very windy here.
Clan Carroll/Pryor – Left to Right, Top to Bottom: Jimmy (Chief Police Inspector for St. John’s), Josh, Matthew (Only cool kid on the rock), Me Mother, Unidentified Stranger, Lauren (Sister of Matthew, finder of tasty food), and Val.
miss you.
I’m off to the rock. See you next week.
Thankyou, Leslie, for being who you are.