― DV (dirtyvicar), Thursday, 15 January 2004 18:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Thursday, 15 January 2004 18:44 (twenty-two years ago)
Because I've given it quite a cool name.
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Thursday, 15 January 2004 18:45 (twenty-two years ago)
― Llahtuos Kcin (Nick Southall), Thursday, 15 January 2004 19:39 (twenty-two years ago)
― the baby from three men and a baby, but all growed up (nordicskilla), Thursday, 15 January 2004 19:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― nathalie (nathalie), Thursday, 15 January 2004 19:43 (twenty-two years ago)
― Jordan (Jordan), Thursday, 15 January 2004 20:08 (twenty-two years ago)
― Emilymv (Emilymv), Thursday, 15 January 2004 20:10 (twenty-two years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Thursday, 15 January 2004 20:12 (twenty-two years ago)
I killed my blog last night.
― ipsofacto (ipsofacto), Thursday, 15 January 2004 20:14 (twenty-two years ago)
I really don't have any justification beyond base narcissistic impulses. It's updated regularly and the posts are short. Plus, I've made it past the one year mark which is like making it all the way through the Devonian Period as far as blogs are concerned.
― Dale the Titled (cprek), Thursday, 15 January 2004 20:43 (twenty-two years ago)
Wanting, needing, waiting For you to justify my blog Hoping, praying For you to justify my blog
I want to know you Not like that I don't wanna be your mother I don't wanna be your sister either I just wanna be your lover I wanna be your baby Kiss me, that's right, kiss me
Wanting, needing, waiting For you to justify my blog Yearning, burning For you to justify my blog
What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do? Talk to me -- tell me your dreams Am I in them? Tell me your fears Are you scared? Tell me your stories I'm not afraid of who you are We can fly!
Poor is the man Whose pleasures depend On the permission of another Love me, that's right, love me I wanna be your baby
Wanting, needing, waiting For you to justify my blog I'm open and ready For you to justify my blog To justify my blog Wanting, to justify Waiting, to justify my blog Praying, to justify To justify my blog I'm open, to justify my blog
― Aaron Grossman (aajjgg), Thursday, 15 January 2004 20:45 (twenty-two years ago)
― DV (dirtyvicar), Thursday, 15 January 2004 20:49 (twenty-two years ago)
― fiddo centington (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 15 January 2004 20:59 (twenty-two years ago)
― fiddo centington (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 15 January 2004 21:00 (twenty-two years ago)
― anthony easton (anthony), Thursday, 15 January 2004 21:55 (twenty-two years ago)
― anthony kyle monday (akmonday), Thursday, 15 January 2004 23:33 (twenty-two years ago)
I also have a livejournal but I'm not posting the url here, suffice to say its pretty obvious what it'd be, so if you really want to find me, go hunting. Its not worth reading, I dont bother trying to "write" in my blog anymore. I'm having a bad patch creatively, blah blah whine...
― Trayce (trayce), Thursday, 15 January 2004 23:40 (twenty-two years ago)
― anthony kyle monday (akmonday), Thursday, 15 January 2004 23:43 (twenty-two years ago)
Mind you I got an LJ way back when no one had heard of it in 2000-2001 but hey, whatever :)
― Trayce (trayce), Thursday, 15 January 2004 23:45 (twenty-two years ago)
I know some people who only want other livejournalers to know about their livejournals.
― Anthony Miccio (Anthony Miccio), Thursday, 15 January 2004 23:46 (twenty-two years ago)
Anthony, I used to live opposite Brighton Pier. Most of the time you somehow forget the sea is there. Where did you get the Dean link? I'd like to put it on my page.
― Chuck Tatum (Chuck Tatum), Thursday, 15 January 2004 23:47 (twenty-two years ago)
― anthony kyle monday (akmonday), Thursday, 15 January 2004 23:51 (twenty-two years ago)
― Darcus How? (nordicskilla), Thursday, 15 January 2004 23:58 (twenty-two years ago)
It is me at the top of my form (not crippled with ILX expectations of being intelligent and smart funny). I do post-mortems of the telly with doses of actual insight -- it's like TWOP meets academia.
― Leee Majors (Leee), Friday, 16 January 2004 05:44 (twenty-two years ago)
― robin (robin), Friday, 16 January 2004 06:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― Otis D. Wheeler, Friday, 16 January 2004 07:45 (twenty-two years ago)
― Phoebe Dinsmore, Friday, 16 January 2004 09:38 (twenty-two years ago)
i'm not even telling you about mine because it hasn't been updated for a year, anyway DV i thought you were anti writing stuff on the interweb?
― CarsmileSteve (CarsmileSteve), Friday, 16 January 2004 10:08 (twenty-two years ago)
― Phoebe Dinsmore, Friday, 16 January 2004 10:10 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 16 January 2004 10:13 (twenty-two years ago)
― James R., Friday, 16 January 2004 10:22 (twenty-two years ago)
http://hotbuttereddeath.ubersportingpundit.com
― James R., Friday, 16 January 2004 10:24 (twenty-two years ago)
I'm not sure it can be justified (insert typography joke here), but I like having somewhere to ramble on about stuff. There's a few pictures of some ILXors too.
I've also got a Livejournal, but it doesn't have any public entries. I use it mostly for keeping track of RL friends.
― caitlin (caitlin), Friday, 16 January 2004 11:12 (twenty-two years ago)
* it keeps all my favorite links in one handy place!
* it gives me the opportunity to bitch whenever I fucking feel like it!
And there are the stupid quizzes I can't resist taking. Feel free to not have a look.
catwank.blogspot.com
― Catty (Catty), Friday, 16 January 2004 12:35 (twenty-two years ago)
― Momus (Momus), Friday, 16 January 2004 15:03 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sarah (starry), Friday, 16 January 2004 15:15 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sarah (starry), Friday, 16 January 2004 15:30 (twenty-two years ago)
I wonder if there is some soft robot servant I can get to spider me up a LiveJournal page out of my Safari History menu even as I surf? With filters to take out the really embarrassing hits (I'm looking after Pete Townshend's old computer, and it still autocompletes the odd -- very odd -- URL)...
― Momus (Momus), Friday, 16 January 2004 15:43 (twenty-two years ago)
I don't know about the spider but you could take a screenshot of your history folder and mark the ones worth commenting on in red penred photoshop airbrush tool.
― Sarah (starry), Friday, 16 January 2004 15:55 (twenty-two years ago)
― Momus (Momus), Friday, 16 January 2004 16:18 (twenty-two years ago)
― anthony kyle monday (akmonday), Friday, 16 January 2004 16:20 (twenty-two years ago)
www.livejournal.com/~jarlrmai
― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Friday, 16 January 2004 16:23 (twenty-two years ago)
I also have my own personal blog which has changed names 4 times due to not being google proof from my mates prying eyes. Justify it ? Mmmm, somewhere I can waffle on about how great I am compared to everyone else.
― Ste (Fuzzy), Friday, 16 January 2004 16:29 (twenty-two years ago)
See? I don't get this! Personal blog? It's on the internet! That's about as public as it gets.
― anthony kyle monday (akmonday), Friday, 16 January 2004 16:34 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ste (Fuzzy), Friday, 16 January 2004 16:38 (twenty-two years ago)
― fiddo centington (dubplatestyle), Friday, 16 January 2004 16:39 (twenty-two years ago)
― fiddo centington (dubplatestyle), Friday, 16 January 2004 16:40 (twenty-two years ago)
haha the nyplm frontpage has mysteriously died!
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 16 January 2004 16:41 (twenty-two years ago)
I told you my screenshot idea was good. You don't want to hand the links to the peons ON A PLATE, surely?
― Sarah (starry), Friday, 16 January 2004 16:49 (twenty-two years ago)
― jel -- (jel), Friday, 16 January 2004 17:13 (twenty-two years ago)
because you just might be bored enough
― Melissa W (Melissa W), Friday, 16 January 2004 17:15 (twenty-two years ago)
It's all good -- and it's all yours, Jel!
― Momus (Momus), Friday, 16 January 2004 17:21 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sarah (starry), Friday, 16 January 2004 17:21 (twenty-two years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Friday, 16 January 2004 17:22 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sarah (starry), Friday, 16 January 2004 17:23 (twenty-two years ago)
"Our face looks like a teapot" coz I never use I or my or me in songs, only we, us or our.
Could you crochet a hat for my wind-up robot Sarah?
― jel -- (jel), Friday, 16 January 2004 17:27 (twenty-two years ago)
I once drew a teapot at school and was teased forever after about it by the tough homophobes in the art class. (There were some. They were just passing the time before they joined the navy.) You see, a teapot has a spout that looks like one fey waving 'expressive' arm, and a handle that looks like another in a quizzical hands-on-hips gesture. So you see, a teapot is a symbol of homosexuality, and one should never make any reference to it whatsoever! Unless one wants people to sing 'I'm a little teapot, short and stout', and make a merry little pouring gesture, that is.
Never mind that you think to yourself 'So what would it matter even if I were a homosexual, you narrow-minded goons? So what if I were to actually start standing like this, all expressive and campy? Or pouring my 'spout'? Or shouting about gay lib while walking around with a poodle, or sticking my thing in men?'
But forget it, Jel. Don't 'change teams' for those boys. If you don't agree that 'ridicule is nothing to be scared of', just stick to safe subjects, like jet fighters and cars. Call your album Our Face Looks Like A Weapon or something. It's all a storm in a teapot.
― Momus (Momus), Friday, 16 January 2004 18:41 (twenty-two years ago)
'Jean talks here about his next-door neighbor's masturbatory behavior. Below Jean and Robert reflect on the post and its related comments over a cup of coffee at Office Meguro.
Jean: So Robert, you were saying that you wanted to talk about that wacky (pun intended) neighbor of mine. You know, the one who was always masturbating?
Robert: Yeah, wanted to go a little deeper into the whole thing.
Jean: (Reclines slightly) What's there to go into? I guess he didn't know we could see him, and he went at it. End of story.
Robert: But your guess could be wrong, Jean. I mean, this could all be part of the thrill. I'm sure you French speaking people must have a good word for the thrill of being seen. Some kind of antonym for voyeurism. As they might say in America, it takes two to tango, if you know what I mean.
Jean: (Sits back up straight) Well, whatever you say. I just think that's taking things a bit too far. The guy was just spaking the monkey, and didn't know that we knew.
Robert: Oh, I totally agree that the guy was probably clueless, but still it's fun to imagine that something a little more cloak and dagger was going on.
Jean: It looks like you may have way too much free time, Robert. What are you, like a grad student or something?
Robert: (Smiles) Touche! But there was something else that I wanted to mention. Don't you think that blogging itself is comparable to masturbation anyway?
Jean: (Takes a long sip) Where are you going with this?
Robert: (Leaning closer) I think you know where I'm going with this, Jean. Peter commented with the queston "When will people learn to draw their curtains?" and I think that the answer is that they'll draw their curtians when they realise that no one is looking anymore. Isn't that the difference between a blog and a diary anyway? The thrill of indecent mental exposure to complete strangers?
Jean: But my webpage is here to provide information about...
Robert: Right, right. What's going on in Tokyo. But the fact that you aren't from the city has everything to do with the interesting aspects of the page. I mean, in a manner of speaking, you're that lonely Asian guy taking a shower in Sydney, playing with your...
Jean: (With feigned seriousness) Take it back.
Robert: (Seriously) OK. I take it back. I was just trying to get you to see it from the other side. What about what your wife said?
Jean: You're not dragging Yuko into this discussion, are you?
Robert: No, she has nothing at all to do with it at all.
Jean: Because if she did, I'd...
Robert: Well, I can't really say nothing at all, but...Hey, let's just drop it, OK?
Jean: (Quickly) Sure. Sugar please.
Robert: Of course. One lump or two?
Jean: Two.
Robert: There you go.
Jean: Thanks.
Robert: Don't mention it.
Jean: (After a long pause) So...where were we?
Robert: (Clearing throat) Well, I know that I might be pushing things here, but I think that the nonchalance that Yuko displayed (as one of your commenters has pointed out) in asking how long your neighbor could last might actually encapsulate the whole issue.
Jean: You're on thin ice here, buddy.
Robert: (Glaring through his shades) At least hear me out, IKEA-boy.
Jean: I'm listening...
Robert: I just wanted to say that her nonchalance about the display, and the nonchalance of the display itself are in perfect parallel. The only people in your two posts who seem to have been scandalized are you and Peter.
Jean: So you are implying that I'm totally misinterpreting the socio-cultural aspects of the event, and that my wife Yuko as a Japanese person is more at ease with such things, and that she really has a better way of "processing" this event?
Robert: Well, I wouldn't exactly put it that way, but if you put it like that Jean, I guess I'd have to agree. Farting, public-bathing, and love-hotels are three things that I can think of right off the top of my head that would make most Americans squirm in a public setting, but the Japanese don't give them a second thought. They might muse about how long the guy can last or whatever, but that's as "bad" as it'll get. Which by the way sounds to us either childlike or way dirty. Either way we aren't really...
Jean: Interesting, but that just wouldn't cut the mustard back in Canada.
Robert: I know, I know. It wouldn't cut shit where I'm from either, but they do seem to have less hang-ups all around about such things, you know.
Jean: But how can you call indecent exposure a LACK of sexual inhibitions?
Robert: How can you say that the only thing that makes jacking off indecent is that someone happens to see it? All you have to do is not look, right? Then it will be "decent" once more?!?
Jean: Give me a second...
Robert: Which brings me back to my comparison with blogging...
Jean: (Exhales) Shall we order another cup of coffee first?
Robert: (Finishing his third cup) Sure.
― Momus (Momus), Friday, 16 January 2004 19:09 (twenty-two years ago)
"Our face looks like a tripod?" With the question mark.
― jel -- (jel), Friday, 16 January 2004 22:37 (twenty-two years ago)
― James Russell, Saturday, 17 January 2004 05:11 (twenty-two years ago)
I keep a lot of my personal inner drama away from this board because I'm able to post on about it on my Livejournal (stop laughing at me) and thus can get all those emotions out in a safe place before they explode in this not-quite-so-safe place (I said stop laughing at me).
I'm thinking of starting up another journal, though, something more useful, not as mundane, and maybe a little less overtly solipsistic.
― As Sweet As Melody (Dee the Lurker), Saturday, 17 January 2004 05:27 (twenty-two years ago)
― Elvis Telecom (Chris Barrus), Saturday, 17 January 2004 05:31 (twenty-two years ago)
― East Bay Crackhaus (nordicskilla), Saturday, 17 January 2004 05:33 (twenty-two years ago)
― jaymc (jaymc), Saturday, 17 January 2004 08:25 (twenty-two years ago)
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― Anna (Anna), Saturday, 17 January 2004 16:47 (twenty-two years ago)
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― martin m. (mushrush), Monday, 17 April 2006 20:54 (twenty years ago)
It is by no means a forum for my own opinions and reminiscences.
― Buffalo Stan (Buffalo Stan), Tuesday, 18 April 2006 15:04 (twenty years ago)
I think of it as a place to put spare thoughts, and it really came in handy when I was in China. I'm quite proud of some of the stuff I wrote then, but since then it's mostly just spliffy nonsense for the most part.
― Gatinha (rwillmsen), Tuesday, 18 April 2006 17:02 (twenty years ago)