Monday, November 20, 2006

I've Got Mortgages On Homes And Stiffness In The Bones

Cat
There are days where I wonder if it is unusual that I actually use the MySpace-based extension of the blog-o-sphere.  I know that next to no one actually reads this dang ol' thing, but that is, for me anyway, something I take pride in.

I have another one that people actually read on a more regular basis and I am aware of.  I know this thing gets read a couple of times now and again, but I don't know who you are. 

Also, I figured out how to do this listening to, watching, or reading thingy...

Ahh...Mr. Paul Rodgers.  Damn that man can sing...

I've seen every blue-eyed floozy on the way.

Damn floozies.  Anyway!

My train of thought seems to have derailed.  Let's see if we can get back onto the track of logic.  I apologize for the railroad puns (they were intentional, and lousy(also intentional)).

Okay.  The oddness of the MySpace-based extension of the blog-o-sphere.  As I flip through the profiles of others I see no use of this section (grr...that song is irritating!), on the other hand, I have met some of these people, and they are really not interesting enough (myself included) to write about things.  I tend to write about my observations of the small portion of the human race that I actually interact with on a regular basis in my little corner of this world.

It always freaks me out nowadays when I see people from the school that I recognize.  Or more rare, recognize me.  I have seen like five people in the last 3 days from the school.  It was kind of a surprise to see how some of these people paired off in their post-high school lives.

The part that freaks me out is the whole "not used to seeing people I know" thing,  I got a job at a store that was nowhere close to where I lived originally so as to not see the peoples from the school.  After a couple of years of that, I got frustrated, joined the Army, then got booted out for tearing up my leg.  Then I went back to that there job.

Store exploded a year later, so I went to work at the store run by my former manager who was good to me.  That store happens to be right in the center of where from I grew up.  This is slightly unnerving now and again.  That is all.

Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can call their own

Are you calling me?
Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me?
Like I'm reaching out for you!


-Gale

Thursday, November 2, 2006

I’ve Got A Black Magic Woman


Original Title: Soul Magic

It would seem that Final Fantasy XII is indeed going to devour my soul.  Slowly.