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Dec. 20th, 2002 11:37 amA quiz thingy that's actually worth posting:
Which Edward Gorey Book Are You?
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Which Edward Gorey Book Are You?
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Dec. 20th, 2002
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Dec. 20th, 2002 11:41 pmA notice to anyone who might think I'm lost:
I shan't be online at all tomorrow, fully disconnected and all, for the next 24 hours. All in the name of politics and the greater good.... All for the point of trying to show that I like my privacy, thanks, regardless of the fact that I post so much of my life here. The thing is, I choose to put this up, I know that people will see it. I don't choose to have my buying habits monitored, or what porn I happen to favor of a certain Monday afternoon. I don't choose to have my conversations monitored, or the private emails that I send certain people. Those are not for public consunption, and I don't want some guy I've never even seen before to be dissecting my persona life and trying to decide if I'm a threat to national security or something. I know probably most of the people who read this lournal, they know me well enough to take my comments in context. The government does not, and I'm more and more convinced they don't have a sense of humor or sarcasm. Those are essential in dealing with some of the jokes I've made, and some of those depend on a history and context that they would not get from a single email where the context is already known.
I'm babbling. I'll shut up now. I'm scared, I'm concerned, and I don't see a lot of ways out. Is it time to chew my leg off yet? Have the jaws closed yet, or is there still time? It's almost time to sign off, so I'll see you on Sunday. Good night.
I shan't be online at all tomorrow, fully disconnected and all, for the next 24 hours. All in the name of politics and the greater good.... All for the point of trying to show that I like my privacy, thanks, regardless of the fact that I post so much of my life here. The thing is, I choose to put this up, I know that people will see it. I don't choose to have my buying habits monitored, or what porn I happen to favor of a certain Monday afternoon. I don't choose to have my conversations monitored, or the private emails that I send certain people. Those are not for public consunption, and I don't want some guy I've never even seen before to be dissecting my persona life and trying to decide if I'm a threat to national security or something. I know probably most of the people who read this lournal, they know me well enough to take my comments in context. The government does not, and I'm more and more convinced they don't have a sense of humor or sarcasm. Those are essential in dealing with some of the jokes I've made, and some of those depend on a history and context that they would not get from a single email where the context is already known.
I'm babbling. I'll shut up now. I'm scared, I'm concerned, and I don't see a lot of ways out. Is it time to chew my leg off yet? Have the jaws closed yet, or is there still time? It's almost time to sign off, so I'll see you on Sunday. Good night.