| 18 may 2001 so last night, i got my usual urge to check e-mail after my tv schedule was exhausted... this usually happens during leno, when i don't give a shit about the guests, or the guests have come and left... i never stay and watch the musical guest unless i know who they are and i like them. but anyways, i checked e-mail for the last time, not expecting anything, but hey! some random reader of my journal left me a note! now here's the thing... anonymity... do i use her real name? what if i did? nobody would know, right? i mean, those of you who are my good friends would find out if you asked me, and those of you who don't really know me... you'd never care, right? this girl seemed to be more guarded about her privacy (her online journal is not published, and she said in it that she has like 6 readers)... but i don't want to piss off anyone... so even though i don't see the point of it, i'll give her a pseudoname... i'll call her... cleo. ha ha ha. cleo was riff-raff's girlfriend in the _heathcliff_ cartoon. so, (this is weird, using a fake name), cleo just stopped by to say hi and stuff, nothing big... but i got in my obssessive "let's figure out who she is" mode (i'm a sucker for puzzles and detective work-type stuff) and looked her up on google.com. which really rocks! anyways, i narrowed the search down to three results, and hey, i found her webpage! and here's the coincidental thing... my old home version of netscape couldn't load up her 2001 journal, so i looked at the source HTML code and found out there was some secret text pointing somewhere... so in a nutshell, i found her journal's continuation... hey cleo... if you're reading this, i'm not gonna tell anyone. i respect your privacy, ok? anyways. i got all excited because i kind of "solved" the mystery that i created in my mind. she happens to have a link to me in one journal entry, and i was thinking... "hey! what if _i_ wanted my privacy? she just linked me! she exposed my journal to her readers!" of course, though, i don't really care about people finding my site. it's totally out here in the open to people to find. i'm an exhibitionist, remember? anyways. the cool thing is that she's got pictures. i like knowing what online denizens look like... she's a cute, smiley girl. i mean, she's like ALWAYS smiling in her pictures. perky! i e-mailed her back... no response yet. but we'll see. i actually have this notion that i'd like to meet all the journallers i know in the bay area... like raymond or eric, and now cleo. i don't like the idea that online existences are separate from real-life ones. i think it's all one and the same life, and my online personality is simply a tool or extension of the dardy that is me. i know some people think differently... they like the anonymity and shield that the internet provides. and while there are some benefits to that (like protection from stalkers and the added privacy), i don't think like that, and ideally i'd like people to know who i really am in addition to my web journal personality. because dude, i'm much more than these words represent. and i want to know my daily reads in the same way, too, hence my desire to meet them in the flesh. but anyways, that was my excitement for last night. i hope cleo writes back. ----- i had some fucked up dreams last night. fucked up in a good/neat sense. basically, i was like some sex therapist or something, and i was helping people out. mainly women at first. i dond't remember what i did exactly, but i know it wasn't like having sex or anything. but then, i stumbled on something like a star trek convention, meaning that my clients were all dressed up in dorky sci-fi garb. and that's where the men were. i got all apprehensive about "performing" my duties with men, because, you know, i'm like mucho heterosexual and stuff, but i just told myself it was my job, and i went at it. i don't think there was any sex or nudity involved, but it was a really strange dream. egads. i woke up kind of confused about what was going on. so go the naked dreams. the party in my brain never ends. ----- i'm supposed to go see _bridget jones' diary_ today. but i think my coworker is out of commission or has an appointment or something. so it doesn't seem likely. which is too bad, because i've heard some good things about it. people are giving me shit because they say it's like a "chick flick" or something, but i really have nothing against that. who cares? i'll watch anything as long as it's good. one of my fondest movies (well, i say fond, even though i'm not sure if i'll like it if i see it again) is _shag_, about four girls who go to myrtle beach for some dance competition. i think phoebe cates is in it, and so is bridget fonda. anyways, it's about friendship and relationships and girls and boys and stuff... it was good! but it's definitely not a guy film. i'm an equal-opportunity movie watcher. ----- i did not like _the _friends_ finale at all. the pregnancy thing was just a way to produce a cliffhanger effect at the end, because the writers couldn't come up with anything better. i mean, when you're lacking of some good drama, throw in a surprise pregnancy! dumb dumb dumb. like rachel was even dating anyone... some immaculate conception... sigh. as if i'm going to talk about it all summer, like the NBC folks want to believe. even though i'm still very loyal to _friends_, i'll have to admit that it's been going downhill for a while now. ok. i'm done with my jamba juice. going to get a dr. pepper (of course). gotta get this gritty juice boost texture out of my mouth. have a good weekend! |