I’m enjoying moving my posts over more than I thought I would. I’m making good headway with 2004. One down and 15 years to go.

Plan for today was to go on a Bible study in Lawrence. No meeting because assembly tomorrow. So I had to make a special trip up to Lawrence from home. Got up, got dressed, out the door and two exits up 495 the study cancels. Urge to kill rising.

Get home and have nothing to do today. So let’s get started on moving some of these posts over with the full day of nothing I have planned. Turn on the Dirty Jobs marathon and get copying.

Like I mentioned the other day, a lot of these posts are nothing more than a couple sentences about an uninteresting, unimportant whatever that was happening at that moment. But it is interesting to see how different/the same I was back then. I shared a lot. Some of these posts, if I saw someone post something like that now on FB, I’d be thinking, “Seriously? Who cares?” But we did at the time. A lot of these ‘nothing’ posts are followed by comments and dialogue by my friends at the time who did care and typically posted the same kinds of stuff.

I’d hit ‘Post to aswad’ and then never look back at the things I wrote except on occasion when I’m looking for some specific long rant that I want to send someone (i.e. birds in AC). But these other little nothing posts are the ones I’m finding most amusing—like a time capsule containing my old technology obsessions, job happenings, and my transition from Fenway to ASL among many things. These are the ones I’ve been reading more of today as I copy, not so much the long ones that I don’t have time for. I came across one where Kathleen commented something about her VCR remote and “taping” something. There are tons of posts about my Palm Pilot which I was in love with and to this day I think was, pound-for-pound, my fav piece of tech ever. And then posts that expressed how irritated I was at something that was really nothing.

This whole process is making me want to write more. I’m really glad I wrote all this stuff, as ridiculous as most of it is. Looking back, I see how clueless I was regarding SO many things.

So now I have to get myself to do it again. But this time there’s no friends list. No one to tag or tell stories for the purpose of keeping up with me because, again, “Seriously? Who cares?” But I will, 15 years from now, looking back, if the system goes on that long.

With all that in mind, I updated my FPO blog title “Happenings” to a more permanent title “For me, in spite of me,” a line I’ve used on anything from my contemporary poetry final to a free photo book I made from Adorama.

So, here. Welcome to my updated blog, me. Thank you. You’re welcome.


Well, the blog lives here now. What was formerly the Little Brown LiveJournal will from now on be updated on WordPress in whatever colors I end up making this. I still haven’t decided.

Like is typical of me, I start out on a project and never finish it and only go back to working on it when I absolutely have to and then obsess over it, until I’m not. Time passes and then repeat. That’s been the way with my Web site. Work obsessively and then get distracted and stop. Then a possible job opportunity comes up and I’m back to obsessing.

When I moved over to Inmotion hosting from IX Webhosting which I’d had since I graduated, it came with a WordPress option. I had seen things over the years and been asked occasionally if I knew how to import to WordPress from another blog platform. Now I need this feature.

Through all my Googling, I’ve found that pretty much every blog platform can be relatively easy to export/import to WordPress. Except Livejournal. They were the OG. And like the innovators of things (Sega?) they get outdone and become obsolete. Even more inconvenient, seems like LJ hasn’t updated anything in years and the beta export tool they made forever ago doesn’t work. As some have said, LJ is holding all our teenage/early 20s angsty musings hostage.

If I’m going to move my posts over, it’ll have to be manually and not include any comments made.

I minded this initially but after I moved the first couple, I kinda got into it. It’s getting me to look at these posts I had forgotten.

I started a LJ back in 2004 after friends and friends of friends from college kept asking me to. This would be our way of telling each other in detail every random thing we formerly would talk about, but now we were all separated. This is before Facebook was a thing. Previous to LJ, we had our Quotebooks that we were slowly starting to not keep up with. As I’m looking back on some posts I really did use it as a Twitter before Twitter. I’d add a post just to say I was annoyed with someone on the T or just a few-word gripe about my mother.

Then social media picked up and LJ wasn’t needed so much except when I had something long to say. So it kinda fizzled out. And I guess that’s what happened to everyone’s, which is resulting in my tedious copy/pasting of the happenings of my life that seem so long ago but yet not.

I think the last time I got all nostalgic on LJ was when I had been on it for 10 years and I was recounting what had changed in those 10 years. I think that was like 5+ years ago. Or maybe it was when I turned 30 and was recounting the previous 10 years before that. Whatever. It was 10 something.

So yeah, this is a pain, but it’s kinda interesting. And sad. Seeing comments and stories from/about friends that are long gone literally and figuratively. Some I totally forgot about or still can’t remember who they are past their LJ handle.

A few words into any given post and it’s like I’m beamed back into that moment. Heard something on the radio about how when you hear a song or smell something that triggers a memory, for an instant, the chemicals in your brain put you right back into that moment, emotions and all. You feel exactly how you felt. Just for an instant. Makes sense.

Anyway that’s what up. I’m realizing that if LJ eventually craps the bed (and I’m really surprised it hasn’t already) 15+ years of stories are going to be gone and that would be a huge shame, especially now that I’m reading some of them and looking at them with middle-aged eyes and seeing some charm to them. So here I go, one-by-one moving all my posts over to here before I kill the LJ. And throw a new post in here and there when I feel the need to comment on past happenings. Or if I get another squirrel in my room.

Still on this Fraggle trip

Last night I was really getting into the whole Fraggle discovery I made online. So I figured I’d go rummaging through my old video tapes to look for Fraggles. Didn’t think I’d be successful, but I was wide awake and needed something to do. Incidentally, I noticed how video cassettes have lost weight over the years. Old tapes feel like they weigh 50% more than ones you buy now.

Anyway, I found 4 of my favorite episodes!! EEEEE!!! One was Boober’s Dream with Sidebottom! I didn’t really care for that episode before, but now it has more meaning since I’ve been having all these weird dreams lately. I could only do my best to remember that episode before, but now I can watch it!!!

This is becoming borderline creepy how into this I am, but last night I also searched around for song lyrics. They were good and some were kind of deep for a kiddie show. What ever happened to kiddie shows that were intelligent and made sense. They should so bring this show back or at least make them available on DVD. Well, they are, but in the UK in their stupid UK format. DOWN WITH UK FORMAT!!! We need another Revolution.

Anyway, so I’ve had this song stuck in my head until this morning when I woke up with Boober’s Dream song stuck in my head. 😛 If anyone remembers the one where Red was trying to find her song, you’ll appreciate it more.

I say, 1, 2, play me do.
Let me sound as sweet as you.
Play me wide.
Play me long.
Let me be your song.

I feel old.

Last night was fun. Went over Dilly’s and hung with a bunch of old friends. Very reminiscent. At one point, Geoff was like, “This is how I remember it, the old gang.” I was thinking, “Holy crap. For real.” It’s weird. Same people as before, but really different. I think last time all of us were together in the same place was like four or so years ago. Now it’s all these years later, we’re different people somewhat, life situations are changed, and we’re dropped in front of a different backdrop.

Dunno how to explain it. We played “get-together-games” like always happened at these things with the same people, but totally didn’t feel the same. For one thing, we’re not students anymore at someone’s house procrastinating some important work, but yet most of us can’t stay up as late as we used to. More than half of us aren’t in the Fenway congregation anymore. Four have since gotten married. And then while you sit there, you reflect on the past years and all the things that have happened since the last time things were “like this.” I guess that’s what makes it different—lives and jobs (well, some of us.) I think that was the oddest thing. Before when we’d hang, we’d do things like this on almost a bi-weekly basis at least or see each other at the hall twice a week, and the conversation was like “Hey, what’s up?” “Not much.” and have nothing to say so just shoot the breeze. Now it’s more like catching up on all this time in a short life-story sort of fashion. “How’s your congregation?” “What are you doing for work, now?” Funny what a few years can do. It’s kind of like Dawson’s Creek without the sex, back-stabbing, and dying. No, I never watched the show. 😛 But with as many people as I know addicted to the show, at times that’s all I’d hear about.

This all isn’t necessarily bad, but more like the first time it’s hit me. This is like how old people feel at reunions. In that sense, it’s bad ’cause I feel old. Other than that, it’s more nostalgic and weird than bad. I think I’ll write more in my writey journal so I can get off the computer now.

Just an odd feeling

Dunno if any of you can relate to this, but I figured I’d write it anyway. I feel like I just opened a time capsule. Way back when I was like 10, I had this kiddie desk in my room. When I cleaned my room to put my computer in, I moved it to my mom’s room cause she used it to stack stuff on. Being the lazy kid I was, I never got a chance to clean it out. I just put it off till later. All along it had been in my mom’s room where she kept stuff. So recently she moved it into the computer room and just right now I went through it to clean it.

There is stuff in there from when I was 6 years old. Holy crap. It’s just weird, the stuff I was into. (It’s all so clear why I was picked on in school.) It’s just the weirdest thing to go through stuff and read letters I got when I was 6 to 10.

Even weirder was that I turned my chair around to write this. I’m in kiddie mode back in the mid-80s and then I turn around to use the Internet. That was just weird. Very weird feeling. One minute I’m playing with my jacks and Alf cards and then I’m opening an IM window. Creepy.