Now, substitute "pen" for "guitar" in that quote and you have me.
Turtle wants me to quit the website. She is paranoid that someone is going to find out. The only way someone could find this website is if I gave them the address. It is not even searchable ANYWHERE!
What am I supposed to do if I do not write? If I'm not writing my frustrations out, then I would be killing, maiming, and disfiguring everyone around, if I wasn't already locked up in jail or something. Most of this stuff was written prior to my starting this site and I just added it up here so I could remove it from my computer. Now, want to talk about security? Having a document saved onto a computer or a disk is a lot less secure than having a website that you have to know the location of in order to get to.
It's not like I use their real names. It's not like I use an identifying email address. Ah! The beauty of hotmail, yahoo, etc...! Identity unknown; real name, age, occupation-complete secret. But Turtle (and WW) say someone can know, or someone can find out, or "blah, blah, anonimity-cakes, blah". There is no way anyone can find out about this website unless they are told.
If it wasn't for being able to write, I would have quit this job a long time ago. There is only so much frustration and unappreciation that I can handle before it is not worth it any more. Writing helps extend that frustration a little bit longer. Otherwise, I would just be a major bitch all of the time.
Ah! I had a little peace and quiet for a minute there. Kathy was out faxing something. She just came back and had to tell me about her experience with the fax machine. So, I'm back to the web page. I was in the middle of writing an email to tech about a problem and I can't remember what the error message is because of her talking! It is the most annoying sound in the world and I can feel the anger and hatred rising up in me like bile. It's about ready to choke me it is so strong! I need to get out of here!
I have decided that I need to create a new web page for me personally with all my papers from school on there. My mom's computer crashed and she lost all the information on there from the past two years, some of it mine. If I had it on a web page, I wouldn't have to worry about computers crashing and losing information. Hey, maybe I could even sell it? But, that would be wrong!
There was a thesis I wrote about how the imagery in the Tempest predicates an ontology of actuality moving into possibility which I tied (with a very loose slipknot) to big bang physics and (more relevant for the topic) to Shakespeare's notion of morality being explicitly tied to the ability to imagine. With Caliban being the pivotol figure and redeemed by his ability to hear voices and whatnot. My god, does this make me want to smoke some pot.