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I killed both my okcupid and myspace profiles because at some point I decided that I only had time for 3 things in my life - school, work and WoW. I also dropped off tribe.net because I was too attached to some of the discussions and it brought out an ugly side of myself, that "I must always be right, no matter how trivial the subject or how stupid I actually am" side... I kept two lj's - one for secular, one for sacred and I killed my lj altar ego because I realized that I'm not a witch anymore. Journaling is important to me because I'm a failed writer and I still have the need to write, even if I'm sober, even if it's just blabbing about myself or gossiping about my co-workers or ranting in general about nutso shit I hear in the news. I eventually crept back into the life of tribe.net because I learned I was still interested in the discussions but I didn't have to get involved and I could be impartial again. On nights like tonight, I miss the quizzes on okcupid and the general stupidity of the myspace community that my co-workers created and live in. If nothing else, it gave me more to do when I should be working on my webpage or various other school assignments or exercising or some other stuff I was putting off.
Ok, here's something creepy. The Answer to Life, the Universe and Everything is 42. Of course, the Question was never truly formulated, and the philosophers just came up with How many roads must a man walk down to throw a bone to the masses. Rob will be 42 in 2012. Now all the 2012 conspiracies are among all the other stuff that I don't believe in for one reason or another, but for whatever reason this number holds a lot of significance for many other people, including Rob, mainly because Rob is still hoping for a massive Apocalypse of some kind so he can become the war-God savior of mankind or something. I don't know, I've stopped trying to figure it out. It's just one of those funny coincidences that pop up in our lives. As for me, I will be 38. No big deal. My solemn prediction for 2012 is the same as it was for 2000 - nothing will happen except Rob will turn... 42.
I like the Predator aliens.
Started reading Coyote Healing. The author talks about how he didn't go looking for Coyote, Coyote came to him. He also mentions that he wanted Wolf or Raven to be his totem animal. I know how he feels. I never wanted Coyote to be anywhere near my totem pole. I wanted wolf or raven or jaguar or snake or horse - a cool animal, not a semi-urban misfit. I'm not even comfortable with Bear - I mean, I don't have the huge, angry roaring grizzly energy, or angry mother bear energy, or polar bear energy - no, I've got that part of bear that sits on its butt holding its hind feet with its front paws and going in roly-poly circles as it scratches its ass on the ground, the part of bear that sits with one paw on its belly with its tongue hanging out. I have Baloo-bear/Pooh-bear medicine, not big bear medicine. If I have otter medicine, it's otter with a rock smashing sea creatures... not graceful water otter.
I am full of crab right now and somewhere there is a piece of crab sitting in my lungs. I have to remember to not watch things on t.v. that make me laugh while trying to eat.
Blessed Be and 93. 42 and Bless You.
Ok, here's something creepy. The Answer to Life, the Universe and Everything is 42. Of course, the Question was never truly formulated, and the philosophers just came up with How many roads must a man walk down to throw a bone to the masses. Rob will be 42 in 2012. Now all the 2012 conspiracies are among all the other stuff that I don't believe in for one reason or another, but for whatever reason this number holds a lot of significance for many other people, including Rob, mainly because Rob is still hoping for a massive Apocalypse of some kind so he can become the war-God savior of mankind or something. I don't know, I've stopped trying to figure it out. It's just one of those funny coincidences that pop up in our lives. As for me, I will be 38. No big deal. My solemn prediction for 2012 is the same as it was for 2000 - nothing will happen except Rob will turn... 42.
I like the Predator aliens.
Started reading Coyote Healing. The author talks about how he didn't go looking for Coyote, Coyote came to him. He also mentions that he wanted Wolf or Raven to be his totem animal. I know how he feels. I never wanted Coyote to be anywhere near my totem pole. I wanted wolf or raven or jaguar or snake or horse - a cool animal, not a semi-urban misfit. I'm not even comfortable with Bear - I mean, I don't have the huge, angry roaring grizzly energy, or angry mother bear energy, or polar bear energy - no, I've got that part of bear that sits on its butt holding its hind feet with its front paws and going in roly-poly circles as it scratches its ass on the ground, the part of bear that sits with one paw on its belly with its tongue hanging out. I have Baloo-bear/Pooh-bear medicine, not big bear medicine. If I have otter medicine, it's otter with a rock smashing sea creatures... not graceful water otter.
I am full of crab right now and somewhere there is a piece of crab sitting in my lungs. I have to remember to not watch things on t.v. that make me laugh while trying to eat.
Blessed Be and 93. 42 and Bless You.
