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Winter Afternoon
We have a dear old friend coming in from Richmond to stay the night. I'm baking bread and making soup for her. As we get older, taking opportunities to socialize becomes more important, because they are so much rarer. I think that is common for most folks, but it's especially true in a town where the population turns over so often. People move on ( Read more... ) -
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Brain: Hey, you know what would be really terrible?
Me: Yes. Yes I do. -
Releasing the past, embracing the now
After quite a few attempts, I cannot get my LJ entries to migrate. I don't believe in signs and omens, but it is arguable that I'd be better off starting here with a clean slate and letting go of all of that angsty stuff. Right now, I am typing with a slightly impaired left arm, as I have both kittens leaning heavily against it. We just got a big ( Read more... ) -
Feels like a homecoming
I'm delighted that there is a small renewal among my friends for use of this platform. I don't imagine this will be the same or even similar to the LJ days, but I am grateful for a more relaxed atmosphere with fewer acquaintances from high school. I feel like the short form style of FB somehow contributes to how contentious and mean it gets over ( Read more... ) -
Hello World
I really should have started an account here a decade ago, but waddaya gonna do. I'm probably not going to post much, but rather just poke around looking for fannish stuff. For the record, I'm trying to dig into meta and pseudo-scholarly stuff about fandom in general. -
Nice to see the old place.
I was just popping by to check on my friends feed, and I thought, wth, I'll post an entry ( Read more... ) -
I would be interested to know
those people I know (and there are some) who think that suicide is the act of a coward... why aren't they sending me messages congratulating me on my courage every day I manage to stay alive? -
From "Welcome to Night Vale"
"There’s a man. Imagine him. He’s leaning on a fence, shirtless and weary. He seems wise near the eyes, but his impatient feet suggest insidiousness. He’s marked with dried mud, and maybe some very deep but quickly-healing cuts - from the tree branches, most likely, or perhaps the birds ( Read more... ) -
Yes, this again
I’ve been over this before, but it bears repeating, because I see this meme absolutely everywhere. The notion that a person is capable of choosing how to feel. That one can just make the decision to be happy and, ta-da, it will magically be so. It makes some people feel better to say things like this, because it gives them a sense of having control ( Read more... )
