Past The City Limit Sign

[location | home, home on the range]

[have you had a violent moodswing today | tired]

[the sounds of | The gentle whirring of machine fans]

Back in November I said I would take some pictures with both my Nikon F and Minolta SRT-102. Today’s weather was very nice, so I did just that. I’ll develop and scan them (hopefully) later this week.

In the meantime, I have something like a 4 year backlog of entries written up in various documents. I’m working through said backlog now.

Ten Years Have Got Behind You

Recently, I’ve been trying to reconnect with the person I was twenty years ago. The me I liked, as it were.

I need to get back into the habit of regular blogging (I say for the nth time). With that, I may go back to the beginning of my blogging days. Yes. I mean DiaryLand. Obviously, I’ll cross-post, but there will be much lost in translation

I’ve got both of my LiveJournal accounts back under my control, and then there’s blogger. I know I started trying to move my Twitter musings over here too, but I don’t recall how that went.

I know I have a Tumblr and Instagram, and am considering using Tumblr again for my photos.  Although I hear Tumbr sucks because of AI something something.

Biggest drawback to Tumblr is that I cannot backdate posts and fill in the holes like I can on a typical blog platform.

Anyway, I decided to reach out to an old friend, and have been, much to their presumed annoyance, been keeping up via email. I’ve been reading actual books rather than ebooks or doomscrolling on the phone.

Idunno. I guess I should go clean some crap out of my car and get it reorganized.

I Can’t Decide

[location | home, home on the range]

[have you had a violent moodswing today | blah, bordering on depressed]

[the sounds of | The washing machine]

The title says it all, really.

I did a thing at work this week, and if it ends up where my boss thinks it is going to end up, he said I would have some serious freedom to advance quickly in ways that I wouldn’t normally think possible.

Is it bad that I just want my previous position with my previous people back?

Ambition? Screw that.

Although, I did finally figure out a decent way to get my old Location/Mood/Music lines from LJ to look here.

Trying To Remember Where I Left My Shoes

[the sounds of |Train True ~ Blue Oyster Cult]

Here we go again.

Does this begin the cycle where I claim to begin writing again, hold up my end of the bargain for a day or two or a week or two and then watch it die, or do I just do my thing and let it be what will be?

That, really is the question.

I look at life and find myself deeply unsatisfied.

Something I thought I’d never say…Work is fine. Home is miserable. I’ve thought about doing the things to change it, but at the same time, I now have other obligations, and doing what I think needs to be done does bad things to said obligations, which is not okay. I guess go back to the old die young plan is probably going to be the way it goes over because why not. Feelings, feelings are somewhat symptomatic of societal abrasions that conform electric static or something. And General Y. Carville. That one complicates things even more. Some days I think I’d rather go down that path, but at the same time, I don’t know that the gamble there would pay off.