Treacherous stuff this blogging can be. Have a friend who got more trouble than she could have ever imagined after someone read some unflattering dope she posted about them. I've had a few minor messes myself, the most recent when an associate of my uncle Hank did a Google search for his name and came across a post in which I mentioned how I didn't think they used his sperm to conceive his baby, my cousin Daniel, which I didn't mean as an insult, I thought I remembered hearing that. As we're learning, you've got to be very careful -- what you post is practically public record. I try not to let that cause me to censor what I write, and like to think I do a pretty good job. I don't really bash anyone I know here, other than one of my nephews (who knows exactly how I feel about him already) and a cousin (who's a fucking prima donna I could care less if I offended anyways). I've called some co-workers "stupid" or "incompetent" but that's nothing inaccurate or anything I would be uncomfortable about them learning of. There is one co-worker of mine I'd like to see eaten alive by fire ants about whom I've written posts but thought better of publishing them. These were very strong and offensive dissertations that would be grounds for immediate dismissal had they been discovered so I bit my tongue. I recently went through the Church archives and made sure my last name isn't printed anywhere, lest anyone I don't want within these hallowed halls finding their way using a search engine. But I guess that's an occupational hazard, a risk you take when you make your journal public and don't pull any punches. Be prepared to step on toes and hurt feelings...
Speaking of the Gypsy, while she's out of town I've stumbled into getting to know a new gal. Of course I'm not doing anything wrong; we're simply dating, there's not commitment to speak of. Anyways, my Mom is always getting phone numbers from young ladies she meets in an effort to get me married. Several months ago she met a gal who happened to live in my building. She gave me the poor thing's business card but I never called her -- I never call any of the girls Mom meets, how fucking pathetic would that be: "Hi, my name is Steven, you gave my Mom your number..." Anyways, Super Bowl Sunday I found a watch in the parking lot. I picked it up and put notices in the elevators about said timepiece with my phone number on them. A girl called saying she had lost a watch recently but it turned out the one I found wasn't hers. Before hanging up she asked if my last name was $*^)@#)+. I said it was, and asked how she knew. Turns out she was the gal Mom met and since my name was Steven and I lived in her building, she took a chance. We chatted for a while then agreed to go out for a drink or cup of coffee sometime. This past Sunday I came home to find a note from her on my door asking about that cup of coffee. While speaking this morning we figured out that I held the front door and elevator door for her Monday evening, but she wasn't sure at the time it was me. We exchanged e-mails all day and she seems to be a pretty cool chick. While I can't exactly remember how attractive she was, I think the way things are unfolding is neat. Nothing like the abnormal to shake things up a bit...
While sitting in a useless meeting today I didn't have to be a part of my mind began wandering. I was looking at the Chinese co-worker sitting across the table from me and realized that I have 5 male Chinese co-workers, all of whom wear glasses. One hundred percent of the Chinese guys who work for my company need corrective lenses. What's that all about? Is it a trade off for those sick heads of hair they all have? I mean, have you ever seen a bald Chinaman?
If the Winter Olympics suddenly ended would anyone notice?
The Olympics are this year?
That explains all those silly "I am..." sayings on my cups from McDonalds.
Posted by: Stephanie | February 16, 2006 at 04:40 AM
I sent you that article on the high school kids in Jax that got suspended for posting negative comments about their school (private catholic school) on the internet in myspace.com. It's all fucking ridiculous. That's why I posted "Fuck" the other day b/c what else is there to say when everything is so fucked up in the country right now. I can't believe the amount of censorship and the fact that people are not only standing for it, but encouraging it.
Posted by: Sad55555 | February 16, 2006 at 02:03 PM
I guess it's inevitable that you will be censoring yourself somewhat in the future (even subconciously). Guess it had to start sometime. In that context, let me say what you should have really said about your uncle. He's a selfish fuck. He's having a kid that won't know his father because when he's 10 years old the guy will already be dead! The Asshole was so dissatisfied with his life he grabbed a wife half his age - which makes her pitiful and laughable - by the way - she is also a selfish fuck). NOBODY thinks of what's best for the children, only their own ego. Forget whether he did use his own sperm. For the good of the kid they should NOT have used his sperm. Rather the kid not have been made from the sperm of a 70 year old.
Creepy - you can love him and he may be a great uncle, but, his selfishness obviously knows no bounds.
Posted by: Sad55555 | February 16, 2006 at 02:11 PM
Love you Sad, you're the best.
I did opine about a 71 year-old man having a baby in my 'Welcome to the family' post on February 1st. I couldn't agree with you more: I don't think it's fair to the kid either.
And feel free to NEVER censor yourself here, I love the brutal honesty.
Posted by: Creepy | February 16, 2006 at 03:36 PM