| Sunday August 4th 2002 I'm looking into a new location for my site, simply because I'm sick of not being able to update this one at work - thus my long periods of silence lately. I've been spending a lot of time checking out other journal/diary web sites by people around the world: this one in Japan, where I guess she's an English teacher from Canada; this one from Israel, where she's trying to live a normal life among all the craziness over there; and this one from right here in Ottawa, who's five years younger than myself but several times more experienced relationship-wise. All of them are very worth the time spent reading them; and all of them make me wonder once again what I'm doing telling my story, next to the things they have to say. But I suppose they must feel that way too, from time to time. I just need to remind myself of that once in a while. I was planning a couple of days ago to rant about bars and all the things I hate about them - the noise, especially - but it drained out of me since Thursday night. It was a good party, I'll admit that. And I've gotten some invitations in return from people I invited to it, so it's paying unforeseen dividends I'm looking forward to cashing in on - a Shakespeare play tomorrow, and a rollerblading partner next weekend, which should both be fun. Rollerblading by yourself sucks. Doesn't mean I won't keep doing it, but company rocks. I need a DVD player. Man, I don't want to talk about that - I want to talk about philosophical stuff and deep meanings and things ... but I need a DVD player. I also need those pictures for my walls I haven't bought yet. And a file cabinet. A new pair of glasses. I don't even have a VCR at the moment; my movie collection is totally going to waste. And a decent chair for my balcony so I can take advantage of having one once in a while. And probably some other stuff, but I'm beginning to wonder why I'm talking about this at all. It's 12:30 in the morning - guess that explains everything, except why I'm not in bed yet. My brother-in-law has put together a pretty cool site. I can even visit it at work - cool. But I doubt I'm going to direct you to it overtly, since he's a lot less shy about his identity than I am. That's what happens when you settle down and get married dude - you forget the world's a nasty place. Single men like me have to remember there's crazy stalker women out there who'll track us down if we tell too much ... wait a minute ... what was the problem, again??? |