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Post by chaney on Mar 13, 2011 1:17:09 GMT -5
It's funny you'd say that, because I feel like the internet has made me (and all of us) kind of ridiculously visible.
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Post by reyler on Mar 16, 2011 7:30:21 GMT -5
It's all a matter of the dances you do.
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Post by chaney on Mar 20, 2011 11:24:43 GMT -5
I'm not sure what that means, but all the dances I do involve violently thrusting my arms in all directions while making a weird face intended to scare anyone who might criticize my gyrations. I have to admit that I copied that second part from a server I used to work with at Anthony's. We went to Jake's and she went out on the dance floor with a wide eyed, insane happy clown look on, and did some simple, easy ballet moves she'd learned in theater. I pretty much fell in love with her for that, but it was not to be.
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Post by reyler on Mar 22, 2011 7:22:18 GMT -5
Why is it that your front page will show no new updates for like a month and then suddenly get swamped with all the updates that should have been there the whole time?
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Post by chaney on Mar 22, 2011 16:45:37 GMT -5
Because 80% of the time I update the local version, which is the version I have bookmarked, and then forget there's this, you know, accessible version that needs to be updated too.
Or: I'm talking to myself?
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Post by reyler on Mar 24, 2011 18:36:49 GMT -5
Both are valid responses.
I wish your watermelon story wasn't full of broken image links now.
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Post by chaney on Mar 27, 2011 15:22:08 GMT -5
My watermelon story?
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Post by reyler on Mar 28, 2011 23:01:39 GMT -5
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Post by chaney on Mar 30, 2011 2:33:16 GMT -5
How is it that you remember these things better than I do?
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Post by reyler on Mar 30, 2011 16:33:32 GMT -5
In part it's because that's just how my brain works - it catalogues this sort of shit. Unfortunately I got that in exchange for all the brain functionality that tells you instinctively how to be part of your own life. Also I had run across something on another board where I had posted a link to that story and people laughed.
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Post by chaney on Apr 4, 2011 14:32:38 GMT -5
Well my instinctive ability to be part of my own life has me living with my parents again at the age of 25, so you're not missing out on much. Also my brain catalogs similarly useless things like the statistics of 8-bit NES baseball players, so there's that. We did meet each other on a website for Mortal Kombat obsessed nerds, which probably says a lot about us.
I remember I searched Google images for Peter Jennings and wrote that story in response to the images I found, pretty much stream of consciousness. I was probably really high at the time. I wonder if I could fix it.
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Post by reyler on Apr 4, 2011 16:50:28 GMT -5
In your case living with your parents is just an economic issue, if I understand correctly. You've been out on your own before; I haven't. Otherwise you still have a life. I don't. I don't know how to. Anyway I remember lines from tv shows I haven't seen in fifteen years but can't remember a conversation I had two days ago. I can't remember most of my childhood outside of the various media (books, tv, movies, etc.) I absorbed.
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Post by chaney on Apr 11, 2011 20:24:35 GMT -5
I can't remember a lot of my childhood either, but I'm pretty sure that's the standard memory blockage lots of young kids experience when they're exposed to death. I do, however, vividly remember watching Ren and Stimpy in my living room or playing Mega Man 2 sitting on the floor of my dad's bedroom. So yeah.
Living with my parents is one part economics, one part convenience, one part the fact that I get along with my family really well, one part a level of hatred for American capitalism so overflowingly high that it makes it very difficult to bring myself to participate. My "life" is basically a bunch of people I've randomly met and continue to smoke weed with, or play baseball with. Which isn't to say that I haven't experienced my share of crippling social anxiety - I have and then some. It's really just a matter of being open to other people's quirks and finding a few people who you're comfortable being yourself around. I think. I don't know. I try not to worry about it. I'm just energy condensed to a slow vibration. I'm just winging it.
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Post by reyler on Apr 12, 2011 7:30:46 GMT -5
Slow vibration, is it? *stretches you taut like a rubber band and strums*
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Post by reyler on Apr 12, 2011 7:41:05 GMT -5
Also I'm not actually certain how many of my more vivid memories are actually real.
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