I miss X-files. Still, after how many years, I find myself, 9:00 Sunday night, being plagued by a vague sense of having something I should be doing. I wonder sometimes if that show really was a one time quality aberration in television history and there will never be anything so consistently well-written and interesting. Except for the last season ( Read more... )

Okay, so not so much with the everyday thing. Whatever ( Read more... )

When I first discovered LJ, it was all about the smut and porn (Pat, don't read that part). But I realized tonight that I'm spending far more time now reading people's journals--the bits of stranger's lives that they feel comfortable letting other strangers wander around in. There are about a dozen journals I read compulsively, not because the ( Read more... )

Preface by saying--I know what day it is, I remember what happened in '01 and I'm not writing about it. Complex, horrible and beyond easy summing up. I'd have to write ten thousand words or none at all ( Read more... )

Oh that this would be dramatic, high-concept self-destructiveness on the Antigone/Medea/Odysseus scale. But it's only me, groaning and moaning through a horrible bout of GERD because I do not know how to put the potato chips with the spicy orange stuff out of my sight. No, I have to sit in front of the computer, mindlessly shoveling away until ( Read more... )

You think you know someone--I've spent four years with my current boss. Four years of overlooking his undiagnosed and untreated ADD, four years of dodging erasers thrown into my office to get my attention, four years of his needless and cruel disinterest in all things hockey. But I've put up with it all because he's a great boss--understanding when ( Read more... )