Monday, April 29, 2002

I have been meaning to post something here for a while now.

I thought about what to write. I thought and thought and thought.

The problem is, I couldn't think of anything to write about. At least, not anything that had a point to be made.

Then I remembered...oh yeah, this is a weblog.

So there you have it.
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erratic :: 07-something PM EST linky

Saturday, April 20, 2002

Guess who had her first birthday today? GRIN.

1stbday (69k image)

Happy birthday, baby-girl. Daddy loves you lots and lots.
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erratic :: 06-something PM EST linky

You know, I thought I felt something... least I know why my appliances all suddenly started "tick tick tick"-ing at the same time.

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Wednesday, April 17, 2002

Have you ever gotten a song stuck in your head? Not just the run-of-the-mill unconscious humming sort of stuck, either, but stuck as in borderline criminally insane stuck?

It happens to me from time to time, with some of the latest culprits being from Nickelback, Dishwalla, Blink 182, or Jimmy Eats World.

Then, there's today.

Today, I woke up humming The Eensy Weensy Spider. Three guesses who's fault THAT is.

So, 6 1/2 hours later, I am still humming/singing/clawing at my ears....

Complete with all the motions.

Make it stop, please, make it stop...
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Monday, April 15, 2002

Even though you haven't been privvy to all of the "one year ago" posts that would have appeared here had the interface between my brain and been in place, *I* have been delaing with them for 2 weeks now.

One year ago, over the past several days, many many things happened.

But enough of the "one year ago" I haven't necessarily read them, but I have.


TWO years ago today, right about now, I was bleary-eyed and strung out on the web.

I was living in a condo remarkably similar to this one, posting an entry entirely unlike this one, taking the first step in a journey that I am still only beginning.

The intermediate two years have seen so many changes in my life that I can't quite remember what it was like to be back there, at that time, putting up words without regard. That fearless 28 year-old who was way too ready to say the first thing that comes to mind has become this 30 year-old who has to worry about his daughter, lawyers, terrorists, the economy, and where all the time goes.

If you told me what my life would look like today back then, I wouldn't believe you. Don't get me wrong, though, because the description would sound a little too good to be true. I never set out for here, but I can't say I am entirely unhappy with where I've wound up.

At least, it could be an awful lot worse.

So while the second year of was certainly nowhere near as prolific as the first, it was nonetheless just as important, if not moreso. As I sit here tonight, looking at the third year of, I want to assure the 3 or 4 of you who still grace these pages that the rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

There have been way too many occasions in the past months where my instinct to immediately post my opinions of politics, life, the universe, and other people in it has been overruled by who may read it, and what litigious intentions they may have. While that situation will not last indefinitely, there will always be some form of self-censorship in that least, until those parties who prompt my caution get a fucking sense of humor.

As I say, it's going to be a while.

However, there is still much to say...much that can be said, and much that will be. Life is just getting interesting, is it not? I am not the person who started this web site, but I am still me, and me says that I'm not going anywhere. is not done with me yet. Nor I with it.

It's also 2 years old today.

Happy Blogday, loony old girl.

May we share many many more.
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erratic :: 04-something PM EST linky

Thursday, April 11, 2002

I was outside for a moment after lunch today, enjoying the cool sun, and drawing off of my cigarette. A societal derilict sauntered by, asking me if I had a spare smoke for him.


Just a week or two ago, I would have given him the look, you know, the one that clearly demonstrates how annoyed I am with him and his pathetic request, even though I am going to give in.

Of course, that was also before a pack of cancer sticks went to $5.85.

At 30 cents a piece, these little rods of smoldering leaves are getting too damn expensive to hand out anymore. I don't care how bad someone else needs to appease their nic won't be half as bad as when I run out and only have a five dollar bill on me.

Those are the times when you recount every gift, every premature stamp-out, every wasted puff over the pack that you just exhausted.

I watched most of an interview this evening...with Mayor Bloomberg, the CEO of New York City. He is actually a damn interesting person, even if he is imposing his beliefs on my personal addiction.

While most definitely not a politician, he does have some interesting ideas, and seems to be a real straight shooter. He told Charlie Rose that he didn't think people should smoke so much, and by raising the prices, he will reduce that. The part of me that would get pissed off by his gall admires the fact that he says what he thinks. So how pissed off can I get?

The one downside, though, is that he is singlehandedly making the smokers of New York City even bigger assholes...not only are we killing everyone with our secondhand smoke, but we're selfish, too. Just wait till cigs go to $7.50...and yes, if he get's his way, they will.

Then again, he just saved me another $300 a year when I finally quit, and I know that day is coming very quickly...and not because of the money.

I just hope he holds off on "saving" me anything more...because, until I actually quit, it's killing me.

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erratic :: 08-something PM EST linky

Wednesday, April 3, 2002

Happy Anniversary!
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