My hair grows faster in summer; could it be the weather? ... wait, that's not the question you asked.
I don't know. My LJ is where I put all sorts of stuff that I sometimes think may be of little or no interest to others. The kyoot kid stories are particularly there for my future self, as I kept finding myself forgetting the things I'd told myself to remember. As it turns out, they have a small but enthusiastic audience; and everyone else can move along if they're not interested.
ETA: I was just having a discussion about ambient intimacy elsewhere, where I tried (and possibly failed) to make the point that what is so reviled by opinion editors and stuck-up people can be useful in all sorts of ways. For me, I like the little slices of life on people's eljays, however trivial, because I just can't access this sort of chatter in my meatspace. The internet is the virtual watercooler (or coffeehouse, or playgroup, or pub) for people like me isolated due to disability. And frankly I'm sick to death of able-bodied folk slamming electronic communication and community as a meaningless half-life signifying a person as a pathetic contemptible loser.
I'm tangenting here. I should probably put this into a blog post of my own!
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Date: 2009-01-26 01:35 pm (UTC)I don't know. My LJ is where I put all sorts of stuff that I sometimes think may be of little or no interest to others. The kyoot kid stories are particularly there for my future self, as I kept finding myself forgetting the things I'd told myself to remember. As it turns out, they have a small but enthusiastic audience; and everyone else can move along if they're not interested.
ETA: I was just having a discussion about ambient intimacy elsewhere, where I tried (and possibly failed) to make the point that what is so reviled by opinion editors and stuck-up people can be useful in all sorts of ways. For me, I like the little slices of life on people's eljays, however trivial, because I just can't access this sort of chatter in my meatspace. The internet is the virtual watercooler (or coffeehouse, or playgroup, or pub) for people like me isolated due to disability. And frankly I'm sick to death of able-bodied folk slamming electronic communication and community as a meaningless half-life signifying a person as a pathetic contemptible loser.
I'm tangenting here. I should probably put this into a blog post of my own!