First entry was posted September 13th, 2001, a little after midnight. Subject was "The Past Few Days"

As you can guess by the date, it mainly centered around the events of 9/11 and my reaction to it. Much like everyone else's entries that I found using the random function.

Actually, re-reading that post brought back a few memories. If you all will forgive me for "waxing poetic", as some people would call it, I recall being fairly annoyed at people who used a really massive tragedy to further their own agendas instead of mourning the loss of human life. I've had problems with this at several points in my life. Like when I attended WSU's candlelight vigil for Matthew Shepherd and listened to whomever was in charge of Lambda Union at the time go one for several minutes about his relatively minor bashing incident. I'm sorry, having people call you a fag outside a bar really isn't quite as bad as being tied to a fence post and left to die of exposure. Mourn the dead, use his death to bring good out of an act of evil. Or encourage people to shop to make up for 19 people ramming planes into skyscrapers;. Or writing chain e-mails talking about how we need to seal the rip in the astral plane opened by the explosion.

Maybe I'm just funny about death and mourning. I realize everyone mourns differently, but it still saddens me that we spend weeks tearing hairshirts over the death of a superstar, and yet no one cares about the less famous deaths... people who die that no one seemed to care about in life. Like the librarian who committed suicide a few years back. I realized I'd been riding the bus with the guy for about 3 months and never even said a word to him. Maybe I could have done something, maybe I wouldn't have made a difference. But I didn't even try.

Jacko dies, the entire world cries. A good man dies, no one cares.

Everyone deserves to be mourned and remembered even a little bit.

Life to me doesn't have a monetary value. I think it's more important that hen we die, we have fulfilled our purpose, found a little bliss somewhere along the line. He who dies with the most toys, still dies.

Dear lord, I got way off topic. Sorry.

Yes, I know Jacko died today. Yes I'm aware Farrah Faucett died today.

Please stop texting me about it. My love of Jacko began and ended with Thriller, which my brother called me a fag for owning.

My love of Farrah had to do with her hair and her boobs. I think I'll actually miss her more.

I apologize if this post seems flippant o unsympathetic, but dammit, I have other things on my mind that hit closer to home.

Right now, probably Drew Parker from Keith Hartman's The Gumshoe, the Witch, and the Virtual Corpse and The Gumshoe Gorilla. I heartily recommend both of them to anyone who enjoys sci-fi and mystery genres.

Drew is a noir-ish private eye in 2024 Atlanta. He is gay, becomes a rather reluctant shaman about halfway through the first book, and many of his innermost thoughts resemble things I've found myself feeling at various points. Like not wanting to be someone's Knight in shining Armor, preferring to date someone who's had his illusions shattered, heart broken, and life stomped on once before. "Falling in love is easy, staying in love is not."

In the middle of the second book, he discusses why the Gorilla Gumshoe is his totem. Said Gorilla was part of a TV show involving a gorilla who was made intelligent by science, who sets up a PI business while trying to understand a world he is part of but doesn't belong in. Drew makes a few comments about how growing up as a gay teen in a straight laced Baptist environment made the character really resonate with him. While I grew up in a straight laced Presbyterian environment, I also understand what it feels like to be living someplace and yet feel separated from it.

And much like Drew looking at the younger gays that make up the "scene", I too occasionally feel like I'm standing outside a window looking at a club I will never fit in. I mean, I've lost a bunch of weight and and I'm not very furry, so I can't really be a bear or an otter, I don't have the money of the fey body to be a twink...I mean I'm not a very good fit into any of the subsets of gay culture. I'm just me, doing my best to be who I am.

This is post #3000!

Only took 7.75 years...

Ok, bored, and I have a bunch of new music on here, so I figured I'd break out the music memes again while my laundry dries.
( First round )
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There were 2 I remember from being a child.

Both were from a book of German Fairy Tales mom inherited from her father.

One was about 12 dancing princesses and the guy who figures out how their shoes get worn out night after night.

The other was about the stepdaughter getting sent out to find out of season fruit. The evil stepmother freezes to death at the end.

Runner up would be an old vinyl record mom had from Jazzbo Collins that told the hipster version of Three Little Pigs. What I mostly remember was the wolf at the brick house trying to go down the chimney. The Third Little Pig yells up "E Flat man! That's your chorus! Fall in!"

Let's see.

1) E. Court St, Urbana. (18 years, mom's house.)
2) Cedar Hall, Wright State. (3 quarters)
3) E. Court Street, Urbana (Summer 2005)
4) Cedar Hall, Wright State (about 1.5 quarters?)
5) Hawthorne Hall, Wright State (the other 1.5 quarters. I landed a single.)
6) College Park I, Wright State (Can't remember apartment number, was summer quarter)
7) College Park II, Wright State (Again can't remember apartment number, but it was new. And I knew three other people who lived there after I did. Anyway, 3 quarters.)
8) Victor St., Dayton. (About a year and a half? This was not a pleasant time in my life, so this would be the least pleasant.)
9) Pleasant Ave. I, Fairborn (3 months. with Evil Kris.)
10) Pleasant ave II, Fairborn (Bigger apartment in the same building. still with Evil Kris. 3 more months)
11) Fox Run, Kettering (What, about 4 months? with Eddie.)
12) Loretta Ave., Fairborn (2 years and about 14 days.)
13) Neil Ave., Columbus (3 years. The house of despair.)
14) Off Dublin-Granville, Columbus (about 2 months. probably second most unpleasant.)
15) Duncan St., Columbus (about 1.7 years? This was probably my favorite.)
16) Franklin Ave., Columbus (3 months-ish, 3rd worst.)
17) Plainview Ave., Springfield MO (2 months. couch surfing when I moved down here.)
18) Sagamont Ave, Springfield, MO (about 3 years, current residence, 2nd favorite)

Give me one reason I'm going to hell.
Then post this request in your LJ, and I will tell you why YOU are doomed to eternal damnation.

DO YOU WORST!!!

My, Aren't we a regular ray of darkness in an otherwise dreary and miserable existence? :-)-gothic_oreo to the user formerly known a grimkitten_ here.

I still giggle about that.

Well, technically, he died after leaving the service, but my father did serve in the Army air Corps during WWII flying supplies to the Asian Theater from India.

Happy Memorial Day, dad. Wherever you may be.