Marc
Post-positivity.
One. I just got done re-reading a few old posts. It's kind of nice sometimes to go back and look at what you were saying and thinking a while ago to see either how much you've changed since that, or vice-versa, to see how little you've changed since that point. One thing's for sure -- there are no more footnotes. How did I ever find the time to write that much on a daily basis? I kind of wish I could get back there, though not necessarily on this webpage. I had a talk with the lady tonight about how I actually think that I will someday publish a book. And, unlike my thoughts as a child of what it was going to be like to publish a book, I think it'll most likely be of the historical persuasion. I believe the term I'm looking for is a "historiography" book. Either way, I need to get back into the swing of writing as much as I used to to be anywhere near ready to write something as long as a book. Whatev.
Two. I've noticed a general dynamic on this webpage -- I write something and the rest of the posters for that particular day take their turns ripping it to shreds, using it against me, etc. I mean, come on. "I loved you guinevere" over and over again? Christ. I hardly ever mention anyone else in my posts accept for the occasional compliment on how funny I think they were in their post, or whatev, but that's just not the case for their thoughts on my writings. To quote Zach, "Making Mjarc mad is fucking fun as hell." It has to be. You've been doing it since 1997, yet it still hasn't gotten old, has it?
Three. I had two ham sandwiches today. I heard that, if you eat enough of one thing on a regular basis, your chances for developing a kidney stone increase dramatically. This week, I'm going to put that theory to the test. For dinner, I had a ham sandwich with a side helping of ham. The rest of the roommates had already eaten the rest of the potatoes. Tonight, after my night class, I came home and had another ham sandwich. Tomorrow morning I'm going to have Wheaties. But, lunch and dinner will both consist primarily of ham and ham-like products. Maybe mac'n'cheese'n'ham. Maybe a ham and peanut butter sandwich. Mmm ... hamwich. As soon as I start to develop side-splitting pains, I'll let you know.
Four. Post-positivity. I would tell you what I think it should mean, but I'm afraid all that would happen would be ridicule thrown in my direction. So, I won't say anything but this ... post-positivity.
Up Next: various selections from the Smoking Popes, Aimee Mann and Michael Penn, Tenacious D, John Lennon, Ben Folds, Sparta, and Saves the Day.
Tomorrow: Wheaties. Census. Class. Ham. Paper. Sleep.
Post-positivity.
One. I just got done re-reading a few old posts. It's kind of nice sometimes to go back and look at what you were saying and thinking a while ago to see either how much you've changed since that, or vice-versa, to see how little you've changed since that point. One thing's for sure -- there are no more footnotes. How did I ever find the time to write that much on a daily basis? I kind of wish I could get back there, though not necessarily on this webpage. I had a talk with the lady tonight about how I actually think that I will someday publish a book. And, unlike my thoughts as a child of what it was going to be like to publish a book, I think it'll most likely be of the historical persuasion. I believe the term I'm looking for is a "historiography" book. Either way, I need to get back into the swing of writing as much as I used to to be anywhere near ready to write something as long as a book. Whatev.
Two. I've noticed a general dynamic on this webpage -- I write something and the rest of the posters for that particular day take their turns ripping it to shreds, using it against me, etc. I mean, come on. "I loved you guinevere" over and over again? Christ. I hardly ever mention anyone else in my posts accept for the occasional compliment on how funny I think they were in their post, or whatev, but that's just not the case for their thoughts on my writings. To quote Zach, "Making Mjarc mad is fucking fun as hell." It has to be. You've been doing it since 1997, yet it still hasn't gotten old, has it?
Three. I had two ham sandwiches today. I heard that, if you eat enough of one thing on a regular basis, your chances for developing a kidney stone increase dramatically. This week, I'm going to put that theory to the test. For dinner, I had a ham sandwich with a side helping of ham. The rest of the roommates had already eaten the rest of the potatoes. Tonight, after my night class, I came home and had another ham sandwich. Tomorrow morning I'm going to have Wheaties. But, lunch and dinner will both consist primarily of ham and ham-like products. Maybe mac'n'cheese'n'ham. Maybe a ham and peanut butter sandwich. Mmm ... hamwich. As soon as I start to develop side-splitting pains, I'll let you know.
Four. Post-positivity. I would tell you what I think it should mean, but I'm afraid all that would happen would be ridicule thrown in my direction. So, I won't say anything but this ... post-positivity.
Up Next: various selections from the Smoking Popes, Aimee Mann and Michael Penn, Tenacious D, John Lennon, Ben Folds, Sparta, and Saves the Day.
Tomorrow: Wheaties. Census. Class. Ham. Paper. Sleep.
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