I'm Going Off The Rails In A Crazy Train

My first visit to the CSK Railroad Depot in Carthage, IN.

I'm Packing My Bags For The Misty Mountains

I Closed My Eyes And I Slipped Away

The Clock Strikes Twelve

Huzzah for Mexican day!
So this is me, sitting around updating the laptop. Fedora first, then Windows later. Assuming I didn't break/destroy Windows. We shall see.
Decided to play with the KDE blog program. Don't know what to make of it yet though. Don't like that it doesn't seem to support tags.
Good times, good times.
Reading Heat Wave by Richard Castle. I love that they are actually doing that. I need to leave while the sun is still up so I can get a few pictures of a field along State Road 44 from the top of a rock pile.
Why?
Because I can.

My Woman Left Home With A Brown Eyed Man

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

He Picks Up The Mail From The Slot

I just discovered a stack of mail that I did not realize I still had.  Most people get no kind of thrill out of opening a letter anymore because for the most part mail in letter form is something most people don't wish to receive anymore.

This stack of mail is what people sent me when I lived in South Carolina for a few months.  It's amazing some of the stuff that is in there.  Such as the letter from lovecharlie.

Such a very long time ago in some respects, not so very long ago in others.

Had A Friend She Once Told Me

Dear The Facebook,

In some respects you are a very useful and handy thing to have at hand.

I get to talk to and in some cases suddenly see regularly people I never thought I'd see in real life again.  In some cases I suddenly get to do interesting things with interesting people in real life.  In at least one case I suddenly get to have conversations of the sort that I've missed having with said person for almost but not quite ten years.  In some cases there are people I've never met.  I've since gotten rid of most of those.

As I sit and look through photo albums of people I haven't seen for an inordinate amount of time I can't help but wonder what I ever saw in some of those people.  Some of said people have changed in ways that boggle the mind, some of those people stay exactly the same in ways that are just as mind-boggling.

Where a few people are concerned, I can't help but wonder why I didn't see some things a very, very long time ago and am kicking myself now for missing.

But such is life, such is life.

In some regards I feel like quite the stalker.

In some regards I feel perfectly justified.

Take for instance, through the magic of Facebook I am now playing a game loosely based on Scrabble over the phone with a girl that I haven't talked to since middle school, and haven't actually seen since high school.  I don't actually have her telephone number or any of that magic, but someone I do talk to gave my information to her, and now, well, I've lost two out of two games we've at this point played.

Well played...Well played.

But alas, The Facebook, your cons are also in evidence.

Take for instance your desire to let anyone who can breathe on a mirror and have it fog up join your once elite ranks.

Also...Farmville.  Really? Farmville?  I seem to remember a time when if a person wanted to farm, they could actually make (in theory) actual dollars doing it.  But now, thanks to the digital age we can sit at our computers doing things in imaginary life that we would never dream of doing in real life.

And this is not something that causes our peers to look down upon us.  Double-you tea eff, world...Double-you tea eff.

Sincerely,
Me

• Current Location:Home, home again.
• Current Mood: confused
• Current Music:Time ~ Pink Floyd

People Waitin' At The Station, Happy Hearts Are Drummin'

Chateau Thomas Winery and Union Station

Downtown Indianapolis