Happy Easter, folks.
You may just have to bear with me here. I’m at work today (boo — filling in for a co-worker who made plans for the day when we thought we’d be closed for Easter), stuck in a store with no customers and no work, looking out through the windows at the sun.
Bored.
And whining.
Then, to top it all off, I’ve just spent some time browsing LiveJournals and going through the various “Friends” pages and skimming through what I find. Man oh man, is that a different world than my usual reads. Of course, having immersed myself in LJ entries for the past hour or so, my brain is somewhat stuck in “LJ” mode, and now I get to subject all of you to a long, rambling, disjointed post about absolutely nothing of import whatsoever. ;)
(LJ users, please don’t take offense at that. Yes, I’m teasing. No, it’s not entirely serious. There’s plenty of content on LJ pages — but the stereotype of “LJ = angst-ridden teenybopper” is just so much fun to play with…!)
(Besides, I used to be an angst-ridden teenybopper, and I shudder to think of what I might have written at that stage of my life if weblogs, LiveJournals, or the like had been around at that time. Ick.)
Memo to me, just in case I get suckered into working here next Easter Sunday: bring a bag luch. Virtually nothing is open in Georgetown on Easter Sunday, and I had an hour long lunch break to kill. Ended up grabbing an overpriced sandwich from Starbucks and wandering around in the sun for a while. Turns out that while the main drags in Georgetown offer little to the eye other than light industrial, warehouses, and run-down buildings, if you go just a street or two over, there are some really cute neighborhoods around here, and some houses that — were I in the housing market, which I’m nowhere near — I could easily be tempted by. I’m thinking that once I have a camera again, I may want to grab a sunny weekend like this one and come down to wander around and explore the area more than I have so far.
Question for any Seattlites that might be reading this that know the town better than I do — is Georgetown really that bad? It seems like every time I mention that I work in the Georgetown area, people cringe. Okay, so it’s run down, and I see the occasional drunk wandering around, but that’s hardly something unheard of in other areas of the city. What causes the instant “oh, I’m sorry” reaction? Is there a sky-high crime rate here that I have somehow managed to miss in the past four-plus months of wandering around after dark each night on my way home? Is my victimless state just pure luck, destined to go the way of the dodo at some point, leaving me crumpled in a gutter somewhere after some local hoodlum makes off with the \$7 and a free pass to the Vogue’s fetish night that they’re likely to find in my wallet? I don’t even have a hat n’ boots for them to steal….
Inquiring minds want to know.
This store’s Muzak system only has two channels: 50’s and 60’s, and 70’s-80’s-90’s. It’s been on the 70’s-80’s-90’s channel nearly continuously since the store opened (and by opened, I mean opening day, not unlocking the doors this morning), but today I figured out how to change the channel to the one other choice I have (I’m so smart…S-M-R-T…). I have to admit, the selection isn’t nearly as bad as it could be, though the mere fact that it’s not the same stuff I’ve been listening to for the past four months is good enough in itself that the actual music could be nearly anything and I’d be thrilled.
I’ve been finding myself less and less motivated to post about the stuff I run across each day on the ‘net. Let’s face it — I get my links from all the same usual suspects as nearly every weblogger on the ‘net (BoingBoing, MetaFilter, Slashdot, Daily Kos, Eschaton, etc.), and I just don’t have the time to randomly troll the ‘net at large in hopes of finding something that hasn’t been linked to by everyone else yet, so the chances of finding anything original is slim to none. On top of that, the majority of what I post can pretty much be summed up thusly:
Good: Gay marriage, equal rights, tolerance, Macintosh, wacky humor, music, movies. Bad: bigotry, racism, homophobia, Windows, George Bush et. al., the war.
And there you have it: the Readers Digest Condensed Cliffs Notes version of my weblog. Fascinating, isn’t it?
It’s probably a bad sign when I start to bore myself.
Of course, that doesn’t mean that I’m likely to stop anytime soon, boring or not. I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing — or just indifferent — but somehow, I just don’t see myself closing up shop and walking away. I’m just not sure that I’m really contributing that much, and if that’s the case, where do I want to go from here?
I’m not open enough with the world in general to suddenly go overly personal. While I don’t mind occcasionally mentioning bits and pieces of my life on here, I’m not the type to post every last little detail of my life — what I had for lunch, little daily annoyances, relationship ups and downs, orgasmic expertise, or the like — while I’ll admit that there are times that it’s a little tempting to give that a shot, I’m just not that comfortable being that open. If that means that what ramblings I do put up are a little more boring, a little less titillating, a little less exhibitionistic than other sites out there…well, sorry. Barring a sudden major personality transplant, that much is fairly unlikely to change much, if at all.
At the same time, though, having said that…sometimes it’s definitely tempting.
Just don’t hold your breath.
Hrm. Anyway. I think I’ve just about run out of steam for the moment. Just over two hours left to go, then it’s homeward bound, see if I can slam my laundry through the washroom if it hasn’t been taken over by other tenants already, and then off to the Vogue for tonight’s Fetish Night.
The excitement never stops, I tell you…