MorningThis is actually two entries, one I wrote but did not post a few days ago, and one for today. Today's first, as I'm more in the mindset.
I've recently been enjoying a rather nice song I acquired in MP3 format recently.. I might, out of curiosity, buy the album.
Every Day is Halloween -- Ministry well i live with snakes and lizards and other things that go bump in the night cos to me everyday is halloween ... any place, anywhere that i go all the people seem to stop and stare they say 'why are you dressed like it's halloween? you look so absurd, you look so obscene'
I've been thinking about the relationship between how people feel about an organization when it's alive and after it has passed. Do they look back on it as something that should remain in the past, and scoff at revival? Do they remember it fondly and want it back? People have a strange tendency to say It's all for the best about things, which might be part of some urge to justify the way things are now. Cognitive dissonance? Perhaps. If a group will be needed at some time in the future, but is on the shrink currently, is it better for it to wane or to disappear? Things sometimes get twisted when they get too small...
And now, for the previous sentiments. I've been having strong feelings for Martha again. It probably was triggered by some mentions of her at SFF. I feel, in some way, like my life is a spin-off of a more popular show, and that my life is fitting neatly into one of those summaries you might see at the end of a movie. If you've seen Animal House, you know what I'm talking about. I can almost see it now.. "After his breakup with Martha, Pat fell out of the social circle for several years. Later, he became lightly involved with the circle for awhile, and later left Columbus, and got a PhD in Cognitive Science. He never feel in love again, and spent the rest of his life doing research and philosophy, occasionally wondering why his life turned out so lonely" That's my track, and I seem to be a train on it. There are the occasional crushes I get on some guys and gals at outland, but I can't see those going somewhere. Love is like a game of musical chairs, and I'm late to sit.
Hmm. Back to the present now, briefly. It's fun making those nifty analogies. Perhaps not accurate, but it's at least amusing. Here's another I thought up.. A sysadmin is the grease in the gears of a company.