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Tuesday night
Jan. 7th, 2004 12:46 amPretty nice to have the husband home all day long. It's like a holiday with no expiration date! Let's not discuss that line of thought any further for then it shall not sound quite so nice or fun.
Remember how I said I was going to stop procrastinating? Well, now's the time. I'm hard at work on the site that I put off for the last month and a half. I had a few really good reasons for putting it off and a few horrible ones, but well, you know, that's just the way I am. :) Anyway, everything is coming along, chop chop. Chop chop? Wtf? I have no idea where that expression comes from. Maybe I shouldn't use it until I find out, actually. I've gotten into trouble over that in the past, although I can't come up with a good way to tell that story. Let's just say that the expression, as I found out, is actually "mighty white of you" and not "mighty wide of you," as indeed I thought for many years. I mean, hey, it's an idiom, and more sensible than some of the others, and that's what it sounds like with a bit of a drawl attached.. and yet, for years people maybe thought I was a closet racist, and all because I didn't pay attention to what was going on around me.
Have you perhaps heard echoes of that sentiment before? I really seem to have an attention span problem sometimes. I briefly considered being a journalist of some sort when I was in my early teens, actually, and it occured to me even then that I was not the observant person that I wished that I was, and I lost interest soon afterwards. I did try to convince myself that I was really keen on details, but I've rarely been good at lying to myself, except perhaps for a brief stint in college. I'm not good at lying at all, actually. It's that brutal honesty thing. It just doesn't mesh with making crap up and getting people to believe it.
That's both good and bad for you. It's good in the way that you don't have to worry overly about me making stuff up for entertainment value. I will not invent pregnancies or miscarriages (two seemingly common LJ lies) or anything like that. On the other hand, maybe if I made something up every now and then, I'd post something worth reading occasionally. :) I'm just joking, no need to offer reassurances. Ack, the husband just started singing to me about nasty dogs, so I guess it's time to go off to bed. I really need to get that boy a hobby.
Remember how I said I was going to stop procrastinating? Well, now's the time. I'm hard at work on the site that I put off for the last month and a half. I had a few really good reasons for putting it off and a few horrible ones, but well, you know, that's just the way I am. :) Anyway, everything is coming along, chop chop. Chop chop? Wtf? I have no idea where that expression comes from. Maybe I shouldn't use it until I find out, actually. I've gotten into trouble over that in the past, although I can't come up with a good way to tell that story. Let's just say that the expression, as I found out, is actually "mighty white of you" and not "mighty wide of you," as indeed I thought for many years. I mean, hey, it's an idiom, and more sensible than some of the others, and that's what it sounds like with a bit of a drawl attached.. and yet, for years people maybe thought I was a closet racist, and all because I didn't pay attention to what was going on around me.
Have you perhaps heard echoes of that sentiment before? I really seem to have an attention span problem sometimes. I briefly considered being a journalist of some sort when I was in my early teens, actually, and it occured to me even then that I was not the observant person that I wished that I was, and I lost interest soon afterwards. I did try to convince myself that I was really keen on details, but I've rarely been good at lying to myself, except perhaps for a brief stint in college. I'm not good at lying at all, actually. It's that brutal honesty thing. It just doesn't mesh with making crap up and getting people to believe it.
That's both good and bad for you. It's good in the way that you don't have to worry overly about me making stuff up for entertainment value. I will not invent pregnancies or miscarriages (two seemingly common LJ lies) or anything like that. On the other hand, maybe if I made something up every now and then, I'd post something worth reading occasionally. :) I'm just joking, no need to offer reassurances. Ack, the husband just started singing to me about nasty dogs, so I guess it's time to go off to bed. I really need to get that boy a hobby.
