September 14th, 2004

wombat

Brevity. It's a good thing.

Had a fairly long talk last night with R., an old friend of mine from down home that I hadn't heard from in a while. He's doing all right; seems to have started following the Atkins plan or some other variation on the low-carb diet. This is good since he, like I, is lugging around more weight than his body was originally designed for.

Aside from that and some personal matters I don't believe are any of y'all's business (especially since most of you don't know R.) he acknowledged that he had been following my LJ occasionally but never commented since he has a dozen or so friends in the DC area who are also on LJ and feels overwhelmed just trying to keep up with the posts...especially since some of his friends seem compelled to blog about every single minute thing they do in a day.

Guilty as charged, at least occasionally. I think I'll try and keep the slice-of-life posts to a minimum from here on in and confine myself to posting about major events, when I'm not spouting off about some cool thing I've seen/read/thought about.
  • Current Music
    Black Sabbath: Neon Knights
wombat

It could be worse

Doctor Weevil describes the decline and fall of a party-girl neighbor. Stories like this make me glad that the apartment complex I'm living in has nice, thick walls and fairly reasonable neighors. I know the folks in 301 like to party hearty on the weekends now and again, but since the walls are on a par with those at the Pentagon, Hoover Dam, and the pilings of the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge, I can't hear them unless I'm leaning right up against the shared wall.

Via Colby Cosh, who has an odd little tale about Canadian Cree Indians visiting their ancestral home...in the Orkney Islands.
  • Current Music
    Black Sabbath: Die Young