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Livejournal - or at least, the english-speaking parts of Livejournal that I tended to frequent - is pretty much a dead platform. Hundreds, thousands of journals and communities that have slowly trickled off to a halt as their owners found themselves less and less motivated to post here. It's certainly not a criticism - heavens knows that's the story of my entire journal, but it is definitely less crowded around these parts.

Although this is my first post in over seven years, I actually still frequent Livejournal quite a bit - there are a few bloggers that I follow that still post here pretty regularly, so checking for updates has become a part of my daily routine in a way that Facebook or Twitter hasn't. And I think part of that has to do with how well preserved Livejournal is.

Every now and then I'll get the urge to just open up someone's journal - sometimes it's someone I know, sometimes it's someone I knew, sometimes a friend of a friend. And I'll go all the way to their first entry, and just read. It's like an expertly preserved archaeological record - perfect snapshots of the moments in people's lives that they've chosen to share with everyone. In a way, it's like getting to know someone - whether that's for the first time, or all over again.

But then, the entries just stop.

Sometimes abruptly - a last entry will be a perfectly in keeping with the theme of the journal to that point, but... there just won't be any more. Other times it's more gradual, the last four or five entries being long, rambling accounts of the things that have happened in their lives in the four months since they posted last. Usually, these last posts are always in 2007 or 2010, which is one of those odd coincidences that I wonder if it has any meaning.

But those endings are always kind of unsettling, somewhat unfulfilling. Like reading the first two parts to a trilogy, then realizing you don't have the third book and it's long since out of print. Like the characters in those books, I feel like I've gotten to know these writers, even if it is a completely one-sided acquaintance, and reaching the end of a journal is somewhat melancholy, like saying goodbye to someone you know you'll probably never see again. I can't help but wonder about these people I've gotten to know. How are they doing? Are they alright? Did they ever get that job in Utah? How did their chemotherapy go? Did their child ever get over that illness? Are they still alive? Are they happy?

As I've grown older, however, I've realized I'm not as unique or misunderstood as I thought I was - the truth is no one ever is, but it can be hard to see that having trouble communicating your innermost thoughts and feelings is a part of the human condition; it takes a pretty hefty dose of perspective. And so I've realized that I'm probably not the only person who does this. Maybe some of those people have read through my journal, are wondering if I'm okay, if I'm happy, if I'm alive.

Honestly, I am. And if you feel like you know me, and want to find out what happened in that last book in the trilogy, leave a comment or drop me a line, and we'll catch up.
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Aug. 23rd, 2010 08:40 am
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"Reply and I'll give you four fandoms. you then have to make an entry writing about your favorite character from each fandom, and why."

Them's the rules; I don't make them up. I might have to crib a guess at the fandoms you're into, but we'll manage somehow.

Star Trek: TOS, Star Wars, Harry Potter, Slayers: This WILL contain spoilers )
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When I was a teenager, my grandfather died. We were close, and I didn't take it very well. At the time, I remember thinking, through my grief, that everyone else seemed to be a lot more composed than I was. Oh, sure, I was able to go through the motions of day-to-day life, but everyone else I spoke to at the wake and the funeral, even those who knew Bill well, were all conversing and acting normally as though nothing had happened, or at least as though it hadn't really affected them.

I remember feeling that this was a little strange, not because no one else seemed to care (I wasn't so uncharitable as to believe that; Grandpa Bill touched a lot of lives, all of them for the better), but that everyone else seemed to be dealing so much more gracefully than I was. It was at that point that I decided that this was the essential nature of adulthood - the ability to cope with loss.

These past few weeks have proven my hypothesis wrong.

Death is never easy to deal with. The mind shrinks from loss, refuses to comprehend a void of that nature. I've come to understand, with a new perspective, that the act of normalcy is a courtesy to those around you, to give them the space and time they need to deal with their own pain without having to deal with yours as well. Also, it's a courtesy to one's self, to wait until such a time that you're ready to try and come to terms with what's happened.

To Grandma Chris; we weren't as close as either of us might have liked, but the reasons why aren't important any longer. What is important is that you were there for us when we needed you, and I'll always love and respect you for that.

To Henry White; I may have only met you a few times, but you touched my life, in a way that I'm sure you touched many. I feel like I know you well, through the anecdotes and stories told by your family. It's said that you can measure a person's life by the legacy of joy they've left behind, and if that's the case, then you led a rich life indeed, and I'm glad to have been a part of it, however briefly.

To Heidi; your passing is the most shocking of all. It's one thing to lose an elder, someone whose passing can be rationalized as age, but losing a contemporary throws one's own mortality into such sharp relief. When I first met you, you were so full of energy and optimisim that I honestly thought nothing would ever stop you, in any endeavour. You were always so positive and forthright; if anyone deserved to live forever, surely your name would top the list. But so long as we remember you, you will live on in our thoughts and in our hearts.
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For those not in the know, WORA (it stands for When Online RPGs Attack) is a message board that I lurk at devoted to the very worst that online roleplaying has to offer. It is often regarded as a place that is Not Very Nice. But every now and then you can glean some good lines from it. Case in point, when discussing the recent Gold Medal hockey game:

"Oh don't give me that, [Sidney] Crosby's such a fucking Mary Sue, his player should be ashamed. Really, the youngest player EVER to win a Stanley Cup, and then to go on and score the Gold Medal winning goal in the Olympics during the very same year? Give me a break, shit like that just doesn't happen in real life. APPLICATION REJECTED!"
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Apparently Shinji really is Jesus. Who knew?

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And once again, it's my birthday. I've never figured out why I feel compelled to let everyone on Livejournal know, but I do. Nathaniel even got me something; he let me sleep in. And, if you're having trouble deciding what to get me, I still like pictures.
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So I'm a dad now.

That's pretty cool.

I know the news is already out and all, but I feel kinda bad having gone this long without saying anything.

His name is Nathaniel Rowan, he was born on August 8 (08/08/08, how awesome is that) at 9 pounds 9 ounces, and he's doing just great.

What a DAY

Jun. 2nd, 2008 09:34 pm
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I never want to have to pull a cat out of the wall again.
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It's the eve of the big day, and strangely I'm not feeling very jittery. I feel a lot more comfortable about this move than I did the last one.

My experience here in Hamilton was totally worth it, though, even if I didn't meet many people here.
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So, as many of you know, the much vaunted Fourth Edition of Dungeons & Dragons is set to be released in ten days. June 7th.

Apparently jumped the gun. Made digital copies available to those who'd preordered it. Not only that, but I've heard rumours (and admittedly, only heard rumours) that a copy of the pdf that was sent to the printers was leaked into general circulation.

Wizards of the Coast has to be dropping a brick right about now.
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Ask any of my current or former roleplay characters any question you would like them to answer. I will answer in character.

Meme Sheep

Apr. 2nd, 2008 10:44 am
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1. A body of water, smaller than a river, contained within relatively narrow banks.
- A creek

2. What the thing you push around the grocery store is called.
- Shopping cart, occasionally a buggy

3. A metal container to carry a meal in.
- Lunch pail

4. The thing that you cook bacon and eggs in.
- Frying pan

5. The piece of furniture that seats three people.
- Couch

6. The device on the outside of the house that carries rain off the roof.
- Eavestrough

7. The covered area outside a house where people sit in the evening.
- Porch

8. Carbonated, sweetened, non-alcoholic beverages.
- Soda

9. A flat, round breakfast food served with syrup.
- Pancakes

10. A long sandwich designed to be a whole meal in itself.
- Sub

11. The piece of clothing worn by men at the beach.
- Shorts

12. Shoes worn for sports.
- Running shoes

13. Putting a room in order.
- Clean up

14. A flying insect that glows in the dark.
- Firefly

15. The little insect that curls up into a ball.
- Potato bug or Pill bug

16. The children's playground equipment where one kid sits on one side and goes up while the other sits on the other side and goes down.
- Teeter-totter

17. How do you eat your pizza?
- With my hands, although my grandparents use a knife and fork.

18. What's it called when private citizens put up signs and sell their used stuff?
- Garage Sale or Yard Sale

19. What's the evening meal?
- Dinner

20. The thing under a house where the furnace and perhaps a rec room are?
- Basement

21. What do you call the thing that you can get water out of to drink in public places?
- Water Fountain

Well, what do YOU say?
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So I finally found someone who could probe my arm enough to get enough blood out of it to test. This test was intended to tell me what my blood type was, simply so that we could know if we had to worry about RH immunity, considering Care is pregnant and O-.

I got the results today. Let's see how many things wrong you can see with this:

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I went to get a blood test taken today. Didn't work so well. Needle goes in, nothing happens, needle comes out... no bleeding. Twice.

It was very, very strange. And a little disturbing.
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I don't know why I didn't do this sooner.

I just freed 34.3 GB off my hard drive. Stick *that* in your damn low disk space message.
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So it's my birthday today yesterday, although it didn't really feel like it on account of having spent most of the day traveling. Although, I have to say it was amusing having the customs agent at the Bluewater Bridge wish me a Happy Birthday.

Apparently I'm twenty-six now. This is what They tell me. Does anyone know when I'm supposed to start feeling like an adult? Or did I just miss that boat?

And if anyone wants to get me a gift, photos of cleavage and obscure links are my favourite things to get.


Feb. 1st, 2008 08:37 am
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In deference to the fact that today is a natural mandate to goof off, I leave you with nothing but this:

Random Meme - isn't Meme such a funny word? )
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