They call me paranoid. They call me crazy. I don’t tell *everyone* the reason that I decided to work with computers, but as people get to know me, it usually comes up eventually.
I work in IT because I have this fear that one day computers/robots will try to take over the world. I want to know enough about them to be able to turn them off.
Jason asks an interesting question. It’s a question that I, too, have wondered about from time to time. What counts as success in the blogging, or more specifically, in the personal blogging world? Sure, the political blogs want to be counted amongst the pundits, or cited as sources in some mainstream media outlet. The technological blogs want to influence you as a consumer. But the personal blogs, the ones without a real topic, the online journals, if you will, where is the measure of success for them? Finish Reading »
I try to be the type of person who learns from my mistakes, and let me tell you, I make plenty of them, on a regular basis. Some people, though, it seems, are destined to make the same mistake over and over again, even though they have learned first-hand what sort of consequences are in store.
…except when I don’t.
The physical symptoms of being female are difficult to bear at times, but that is probably the smallest piece of it. Societal inputs affect the psyche, even when you’re conscious of the ill-effects they bring. Being outside of the mainstream not only affects how people think of you, but also how you think of yourself.
Most of the time, that is.
I went to lunch with some of the boys yesterday. It was a really fun experience. I think we all felt like we were magically transported back to our teenage years, at least for the time we were out of the office - heh.
(And it’s almost exclusively guys, too. Almost.)
If you do not have an internet handle, then you will be called by your real name. In the case of those who have an exceedingly common name (Mike. Jason.), and it becomes necessary, then I will either refer to you with an initial or I will change your name to something less common and to my liking. (The primary exception here would be if you have an actual website that I can link to. That way I can have your name linked and that clears things up… maybe). Princess has already suggested that the *new* Mike that I recently met was simply one Mike too many and that I should change his name (arbitrarily) to Vinny. I am still undecided on that front, so be warned, I could decide that your new name is Ezekiel or maybe even Bertha, depending on my mood at the moment.
Welcome to the 21st century, boys. You *all* need an online persona, or risk being known as your real self. (Or risk being subjected to my whims… and we ALL know about my whims, no?)
You have been warned.
~FG };^>
Points for making the connection… it’s a painful stretch, though. In my head it works - lol.
More news from the rock and roller front.
I apologize in advance for how ridiculously long this entry is. I didn’t know when I started how long it would wind up being, but I feel like so much happened, I don’t want to miss anything. I tried harder than usual to not tangent off and to not ramble and it’s still ridiculously long. I’m sorry.
“They” being a whole lot of different people. To be honest, it’s something I’ve always wanted to do. I mean, there are a whole lot of people out there who want to write a great American novel and, sure, I’m one of them, but I’ve never really made the attempt.
So, more open mics coming up. This week, beyond the regular Wednesday thing at the Lark Tavern, I’m going to be playing an open mic with all performers where I work. I did this once before, to better success than I feel I earned that night, and several people (when they found out I was back from my hiatus, such as it was) got pretty excited to find out I was going to be there, which is nice.
