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OK, I was horrified
Welcome back LJ. And FB, and Twitter. OK, I can get by without FB and certainly Twitter, but I admit to some anxiety about the loss of LJ.
LJ is important to me in many different ways. It gave me back the voices and support of my friends when I had reached a stage of seeing many people only once a year at Swancon, or at best twice if I saw then at the annual NYE bash. The rest was silence
It gives me a voice to ask for love and support and there you are. So many thanks to you for that, my friends. You have given me the strength to ask for help without hesitation. You might see more of that next week when I am alone in the house. I could use a few good bodies then.
It gives me a channel to knock out gags as they occur to me, observations as they strike me, and moments to be treasured. The occasional musing about the universe, or the politics of human organisations, or speculations on science. The odd funny video.
And cat photos, recipes, shopping rants, health updates, scheduling reminders, TV, book and movie reviews, stories about Husband and Family. Stories about work, grief, home repair and the weather. Trips to the dog beach; a visit to stroke a tiger; some quiet time with a numbat. A moment of Top Gear acceleration down the empty freeway. Probably not much about music, but maybe I'll talk about my music lessons. 7th grade flute gets pretty wacky.
BTW, the Geraldton wax on LBS's London balcony that was covered in snow last year is still alive. And I tried mixing an egg into my morning porridge, which seemed to work OK.
Too much Star Trek perhaps? Too many disaster movies? After all, it's all be seen and said before. I don't claim or even aspire to be the first, the best, or the most unique. Nor am I the funniest or cleverest person on line. I'm just me, and I let myself be me. But I like being funny and clever, there's no denying that.
I want to learn more about the upcoming swancon, and hand over the art show lessons. I want to learn what it's like to be a different kind of person. I want to talk about my amazing socks. I want to capture precious memories of my youth, with horses and the stage.
And It's not just me. Did you know that Husband is a regular read of my flist? I call it stealing my invisible friends, but he's become more interested in you all as well. He'll remain a shady lurking character unlike to post himself, but he's here, and you can ask him questions too (although that may require a bottle of rum and a circle of salt).
And then there are my real invisible internet friends. The people who have come into my life through the electronic door. You're precious to me too, for it's only my words I have to communicate with you, and there's a magic to the art of text.
Til next time friends....
LJ is important to me in many different ways. It gave me back the voices and support of my friends when I had reached a stage of seeing many people only once a year at Swancon, or at best twice if I saw then at the annual NYE bash. The rest was silence
It gives me a voice to ask for love and support and there you are. So many thanks to you for that, my friends. You have given me the strength to ask for help without hesitation. You might see more of that next week when I am alone in the house. I could use a few good bodies then.
It gives me a channel to knock out gags as they occur to me, observations as they strike me, and moments to be treasured. The occasional musing about the universe, or the politics of human organisations, or speculations on science. The odd funny video.
And cat photos, recipes, shopping rants, health updates, scheduling reminders, TV, book and movie reviews, stories about Husband and Family. Stories about work, grief, home repair and the weather. Trips to the dog beach; a visit to stroke a tiger; some quiet time with a numbat. A moment of Top Gear acceleration down the empty freeway. Probably not much about music, but maybe I'll talk about my music lessons. 7th grade flute gets pretty wacky.
BTW, the Geraldton wax on LBS's London balcony that was covered in snow last year is still alive. And I tried mixing an egg into my morning porridge, which seemed to work OK.
Too much Star Trek perhaps? Too many disaster movies? After all, it's all be seen and said before. I don't claim or even aspire to be the first, the best, or the most unique. Nor am I the funniest or cleverest person on line. I'm just me, and I let myself be me. But I like being funny and clever, there's no denying that.
I want to learn more about the upcoming swancon, and hand over the art show lessons. I want to learn what it's like to be a different kind of person. I want to talk about my amazing socks. I want to capture precious memories of my youth, with horses and the stage.
And It's not just me. Did you know that Husband is a regular read of my flist? I call it stealing my invisible friends, but he's become more interested in you all as well. He'll remain a shady lurking character unlike to post himself, but he's here, and you can ask him questions too (although that may require a bottle of rum and a circle of salt).
And then there are my real invisible internet friends. The people who have come into my life through the electronic door. You're precious to me too, for it's only my words I have to communicate with you, and there's a magic to the art of text.
Til next time friends....