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May. 16th, 2011 11:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cblj_backupYou know, when I started this journal and for the last eight years I didn't really have a plan or anything. In the early days I used to say "I'm in it for internet fame" but that was a joke, which in hindsight is funny for totally different reasons. Because I kind of did get just a tiny bit famous.
SO NOW I'M IN IT FOR A MILLION DOLLARS.
*expectant pause*
Dammit.
Anyway, the point is, this journal has never had a particular plan or theme. Radio Free Monday and the Friday Photo Post are both rare concessions to regime, and of course fandom plays a major role in it, but having changed fandoms and taken brief hiatuses (hiatii?) from fic writing, I'm more comfortable now with the idea that I can just write about stuff and people won't automatically get bored and wander off. This was a big worry for me a few years ago. It's not now. Possibly because some of you are here for the stuff I make up out of my own head, which is frankly amazing to me.
It is, however, by default, the story of my life as narrated by me, which is just as well since there's nobody better qualified on the subject of me. And as I get older, I think it will be in part the story of how I age.
For instance, when I started this journal at the age of twenty-three I could basically eat anything and drink anything and still get up the next morning and do anything. Now I'm nearly thirty-two (nice inversion there) and I have two formerly broken bones and apparently a balance problem, and I cannot do everything anymore. My doctor tells me, among other things, that I need to eat more whole grains. And I've realised that while I have heard the phrase "whole grains" my entire life, I have no clue what it actually means.
Don't worry, I'm gonna wiki it. And I can totally cope with more oatmeal and granola, I like oats! (Totally irrelevant note: there's an old Family Channel drama, Bordertown, which is kind of like an old-west version of Due South, and once the Vecchio character called Canadians "Oatmeal Savages", which my Canadian mum and I occasionally call each other to this day. Also I can whistle the entire instrumental theme song from memory.)
I also like rice, but mostly as a conveyance for sesame chicken. I'm supposed to eat more chicken too, but not fried chicken, and I can't actually have chicken, because after three months not eating it I can confirm that when I do eat it I definitely have a mild but significant allergic reaction. More fish is also on the menu except I hate cooked fish, and while I will happily eat sushi twice a week it's a) expensive and b) a good way to get mercury poisoning.
This journal may chronicle my whole life -- the ways I have to change to deal with age, the things I do in my life, the places I go, the moves and friendships and (hopefully) romances of my existence. I don't know what that means, in a sense, but it's fun and a little terrifying to think about. Especially since -- though I prefer this and do it on purpose -- I keep my meatspace and internet lives mainly separate, so it's a little like leading two lives with one uniting theme.
This is a bit philosophical for a Monday, but then I suppose really it's a bit philosophical for any day. Oh hey look, is that my navel? I'm gonna go contemplate it for a while.
SO NOW I'M IN IT FOR A MILLION DOLLARS.
*expectant pause*
Dammit.
Anyway, the point is, this journal has never had a particular plan or theme. Radio Free Monday and the Friday Photo Post are both rare concessions to regime, and of course fandom plays a major role in it, but having changed fandoms and taken brief hiatuses (hiatii?) from fic writing, I'm more comfortable now with the idea that I can just write about stuff and people won't automatically get bored and wander off. This was a big worry for me a few years ago. It's not now. Possibly because some of you are here for the stuff I make up out of my own head, which is frankly amazing to me.
It is, however, by default, the story of my life as narrated by me, which is just as well since there's nobody better qualified on the subject of me. And as I get older, I think it will be in part the story of how I age.
For instance, when I started this journal at the age of twenty-three I could basically eat anything and drink anything and still get up the next morning and do anything. Now I'm nearly thirty-two (nice inversion there) and I have two formerly broken bones and apparently a balance problem, and I cannot do everything anymore. My doctor tells me, among other things, that I need to eat more whole grains. And I've realised that while I have heard the phrase "whole grains" my entire life, I have no clue what it actually means.
Don't worry, I'm gonna wiki it. And I can totally cope with more oatmeal and granola, I like oats! (Totally irrelevant note: there's an old Family Channel drama, Bordertown, which is kind of like an old-west version of Due South, and once the Vecchio character called Canadians "Oatmeal Savages", which my Canadian mum and I occasionally call each other to this day. Also I can whistle the entire instrumental theme song from memory.)
I also like rice, but mostly as a conveyance for sesame chicken. I'm supposed to eat more chicken too, but not fried chicken, and I can't actually have chicken, because after three months not eating it I can confirm that when I do eat it I definitely have a mild but significant allergic reaction. More fish is also on the menu except I hate cooked fish, and while I will happily eat sushi twice a week it's a) expensive and b) a good way to get mercury poisoning.
This journal may chronicle my whole life -- the ways I have to change to deal with age, the things I do in my life, the places I go, the moves and friendships and (hopefully) romances of my existence. I don't know what that means, in a sense, but it's fun and a little terrifying to think about. Especially since -- though I prefer this and do it on purpose -- I keep my meatspace and internet lives mainly separate, so it's a little like leading two lives with one uniting theme.
This is a bit philosophical for a Monday, but then I suppose really it's a bit philosophical for any day. Oh hey look, is that my navel? I'm gonna go contemplate it for a while.
