Mission Control Calling Supernova

Epic.

It is a word.

It most likely does not mean what you think it means.

Epic is a word that gets thrown around a lot. An awful lot.  My wife used the word to describe our failure to return a pack of baby wipes to her mother.  That was not, in fact, an "epic fail."

What was, however, an "epic fail" was the nuclear missle warning that was mistakenly broadcast in Hawaii a few weeks back that caused considerable local and national distress.

The tale of forgetting to return the baby wipes is not, nor will ever be an "epic tale."

What was, however, an "epic tale" was the Iiliad and the Oddysey.  The story told in those volumes was, I'm pretty sure, the original "epic." At least as we have known it until fairly recently.

Recently anything from dropping a Kleenex to accidentally launching a nuclear missle can be considered an epic fail.

Our society has gotten to a point where any word that sounds cool and sort of kind of can be interpreted to mean what you want it to mean. 

That is kind of a problem. 

It takes away the impact of a truly epic event (See Hawaii) when the word is used to describe everything mundane or otherwise. 

I Know A Couple Of Guys They Really Do Like Pie

Many many many many many many years ago I had a blog over on diaryland.com.

I was going to make sure I had all of my entries moved over onto here yesterday afternoon only to find out that my blog no longer seems to exist.  This is only a slight surprise, honestly. The last time I updated it was probably sometime in early 2004.

I do not know if LiveJournal was invite only at the time or if I just didn't know about it or I just wasn't as comfortable with the internet in general or what, but that is where I was in those days.

Anyway, I just emailed the diaryland people to see if they have an archive or if it is just gone forever. Honestly I find it difficult to believe that such things can be just gone on the internet.  I know I have most of it between this blog and my second LiveJournal account.

I guess I will have to wait and see if a second portion of my online life (the first being my old geocities websites) is gone forever or not.

Come On You Painter, You Piper, You Prisoner And Shine!

I really want to write something earth-shattering and brilliant, but I don't have a way to get it out of my head and into words yet.  It will come though.

Mark my words...It will come.

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon.

• Current Location:Brew Too Liquors
• Current Mood: blank
• Current Music:Shine On You Crazy Diamond ~ Pink Floyd

When You're Strange, Faces Come Out Of The Rain

Does anyone else remember when I actually used this thing for the purpose I had originally intended it for?

No?

I don't even remember why I started it, honestly.

I have a notebook somewhere filled with a bunch of random ideas about people who witnessed the end of their world in several different realities.  Had this idea about how they could all be tied to one event that each of the different realities branched off of and these people all somehow ended up in a hotel in, for lack of a better word, Limbo.  They pretty much sit around drinking coffee and playing cards until someone (a reporter, I think) works out what happened.  Then someone else comes up with a rather bizarre and seemingly nonsensical scheme to set things right.

There are two major things wrong with this.  The first being that I have to remember where this notebook actually is, and the second being that this is going to be a major undertaking to get put into something coherent.

Also, I like cookies.

• Current Location:Home, home again.
• Current Mood: contemplative
• Current Music:The pitter patter of tiny raindrops on the concrete outside