You know what I miss? Myspace.
Could I be any more stuck in the past? It’s totally true though. It’s the first place I realized I could be online without everyone I know in the day to day knowing what I was doing. I could have 17 accounts, all under fake names (cool ones) and get up to all kinds of shenanigans if I wanted to. FABULOUS! I could write/rant about work (and did- often and with much swearing), people I knew, whatever nonsense came out of my head and the only folks who were aware of what I was up to were the ones I let in on the secret.
It was like having my childhood pillow fort again.
Naturally, I let people in. But only the select few. Facebook is ok. I guess. It doesn’t beg me to blog there -not that I would, tooooooo broad of a friend list for that and I’m just not ready to deal with all the possible fall out. At some point I decided to delete my M/S account and move all the blogs here. In hindsight I think that was a mistake, as I’ve lost contact with some very cool folks and didn’t really give much of a heads up that I’d be vanishing. Kind of an asshat move, that. Also, Fb doesn’t ask me to share what I’m listening to/reading/playing. It’s kind of…. sterile-ish. I mean, I know I can write ‘notes’, but that’s not the same somehow (and it is all about perception at this point, I’m totally aware of that). Ah, well… the good ole days and all that.
Thinking of all the East Coast folks this evening and sending good vibes their way. I visited the Outer Banks of North Carolina this Spring and the people and place were marvelous and kind. When I asked one man about how he deals with hurricanes he was quite sanguine about the whole thing… kind of the way folks in my area get about tornadoes. ‘Oh, well y’know, you take shelter when the sirens go off and come out when it’s all over’ was generally his attitude. I hope he retreats to higher ground this time along with all the others and when it’s time to come home there’s little or no damage and life can return to normal with relative ease.
Bear is working again tonight. He gets next weekend off for the Holiday, though, plus a bonus day Sunday night! 3 WHOLE NIGHTS OFF!!!! That is just badass. It also points up the fact that the company is quite a timesuck. He’s worked the past fistfull of Saturdays- in his case, Friday nights- then is ‘off’* Saturday night and heads back in Sunday night. I know it pays the bills. I know. I also know it leaves him no time to pursue his (ample) hobbies and art activities. It frustrates me. I want to fix it for him, and me. I miss him being around. And it pisses me off that there’s no end in sight to the 10 hour days/6 day weeks. ARGH.
I suck at being patient. Heh. I am good at reminding myself periodically that things could be worse, though. After all, I could still work at the library…..
Currently listening to: Beirut: The Flying Cup Club