Listening...

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Just making sure no one reads this right? Just me? No one stumbled upon this by mistake? Good.



The thing about "social media" and the "internet" and "blogging" is that you can share whatever you want. You choose whatever it is you may want to say. One can be as vague or cryptic as they want to be, but, can still feel repercussions. Be it in the form of employers that believe you are breaking a confidentiality clause or friends that may feel you are breaking a sacred trust by making things public.

It is a great fiction that one can portray one's self as a hero, villain, victim, or what have you at any given time. What does "one" want to be?

Why all this existential mumbo jumbo? Why now? For me? Life happens. Then you ponder about it. You ponder hard. You try to distract one's self from pondering. Be it through work, booze, hiding from the world, read, etc...

Why is it when others have problems in their lives they discuss it with me? I'm not wise. I'm no sage. I don't even believe myself to be that particularly intelligent. But yet there they are. Them talking. Me listening. I listen well. Too well for my own good. All I offer is my particular take on their situation and offer unconditional support.

But what happens to the "listener"? Where does that sad sap turn to? What if other listeners turn to this one particular listener? What then? You soak up all this energy from everyone else. You put in a place to be secreted away. Which still brings us back to the problem of what happens when the "listener" is going through a rough patch. There's the dilemna. Kinda sucks right?

Vague enough?

Good.

No one in their right mind should read this.

This little known public forum.

Ever see that moment in a movie or tv show? Or read it in literature? That moment when the character reaches an epiphany? A sudden realization? Now what if that realization is a bad one. Deep down in your guts. You know how it will play out. You joke about it turning out that precise way. Yet you continue the ride. You ride it out. Fully aware of that worst case scenario. Knowing it will happen does not make it hurt any less.

So that is where my head space is at the moment.

Later Days.

End Transmission.

Returning to something I miss...

Karl's Blog: Stardate Blah blah blah . . .

To think it has been a year or 2 since I have written a post. My last fracking post was a bloody widget about Canada's medal count in the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympics. Pretty lame way to leave you all with my blogging prowess.

But why the long lapse from writing? I dunno, facebook? Twitter? The fact that I can't really talk about work. the fact that I have little free time do to my long hours at work? the fact that I have been pretty lame all this time? Basically, life in general.

But why do another post? Well I always kinda missed doing this exercise. My mind has gone lazy. But I thought I would put it to rest and let it slumber in deep sleep like I do with my friendster and myspace accounts. But anyway, I was talking with a friend via text and she made a joke about poetry. Which usually provokes me to mention that I have written only one good poem. EVER. And it is still a pretty lame poem in itself. So what do I do next? Yup. I show her the poem.  My oh so lame poem. However, I had to find a copy. Where did I keep a copy? My floppy is somewhere in storagfe hell. My old hard copy, the same as well. The easiest accessible copy was my posting of said poem on this blog. So away I went. Sifting through my archives. Posts that date back to 2003. Archives from 4 blog accounts that I combined into one inorder to streamline everything. It was a lot of work. Just to impress a girl with my lame poetry. Wow, nothing has changed has it. As I read through my old blog posts, I missed chronicling my lame life. The stuff that no one cares about, but, myself. My life in text. For all to see.

So there. That was that. I'm back. For the moment that is. Who knows how long till my next visit. Hopefully, not too long.

How do I end this again?

Oh yeah . . .

Later Days.

End Transmission.

Ooh, an Olympic widget.

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Nothing really new. Just adding a widget in the spirit of the Olympics.



Later Days.

End Transmission.

Albums That Rock

Test Pattern, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 . . .

"Think of 20 albums that had such a profound effect on you they changed your life or the way you looked at it. They sucked you in and took you over for days, weeks, months, years. These are the albums that you can use to identify time, places, people, and emotions. These are the albums that no matter what they were thought of musically shaped your world. When you finish, tag 20 others, including me. Make sure you copy and paste this part so they know the drill. Tag, you're it!"

As I spend my Fat Tuesday at home babysitting my baby brother (thank the stars (wars) that I actually got him to fall asleep)
I thought I might as well fill out a meme or 2. So here are the following in no order what so ever. Just hope I can remember 20 albums worth.

WEEZER - The "Blue" Album
WEEZER - Pinkerton
Guns N Roses - Appetite For Destruction
Metallica - The Black Album
Anthrax - Attack of the Killer B's
Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique
Beastie Boys - Check Yo Head
Stone Roses - Stone Roses
Nirvana - Nevermind
Michael Jackson - Thriller
Oasis - (What's The Story) Morning Glory
Grapes of Wrath - Now and Again
Pure - Generation Sixpack
Sloan - Twice Removed
Carmina Burana
Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machine
Back To The Future Soundtrack
Violent Femmes - Violent Femmes
Greenday - Dookie
REM - Green

So there. Discuss, or whatever it is that people do no the internet. Other than looking up porn that is.

Fin.

More supposed cheer.

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No ranting on these public forum type outlets. So here's a bloody vid:



Later Days.

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Merry Christmannackuhwaanzaanadanvus!

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To get people in the spirit I shall post various videos throughout the day. It helps that relatives will be coming to my place this year. So no driving in the snow for me. Unless another "emergency" were to require my driving services. Like last night. I mean really, who decides the day before Christmas Eve that turkey is all of a sudden a good idea. Let alone a NON-frozen turkey basted in butter. If anyone else is in this bind, go to Real Canadian Superstore. They had plenty of the NON-frozen turkey variety while I was there last night. Although, I may walk down to the liquor store. Gonna need more alcohol to get through today. Maybe.

Anyway, first off for anyone not an FB friend of mine,



And for a festive tune:



Later Days.

End Transmission.

I'm A Camper At Campe LWordowatta?

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I was rather surprised this morning at work. I was waiting in line for my breakfast when a member of the art department informed me that she thought I was rather funny in the L Word blog. Dumbfounded, I replied that I was not aware I was in the show's blog. I was aware of the television series having an interactive site with their fans. It is actually quite a brilliant way for the fans and the creators to be involved with one another, and it is this fandom which has kept the show popular for so long . . .

Okay I'm digressing as per usual. Anyway, the writer's assistant is involved with the blog and took some video of behind the scenes stuff. She compiled the footage into a summer camp theme. And I happen to be in it.

Enjoy.



Now that you have seen it, I was not aware I was being filmed. But since you all know me anyway, my weird behaviour probably seems normal behaviour.

Furthermore, with this out there it makes me more recognizable with the hardcore audience. With that in mind, while working last week, I was approached by a "fan" of the show who made a pilgrimage to the studio. She then remarked that I seemed familiar. She was sure she saw me in the background of season 5 since some of the crew were used during the fictional film set. Which kinda freaks me out a little. Pretty bizarre. But, this is pretty much as far as I will get at being famous I guess.

I also find it humorous that what brings me out of blog seclusion is the fact I'm in another blog. Now it is back to my hiding spot.

Later Days.

End Transmission.

Happy New Year. Everyone.

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Later Days.

End Transmission.