Whoever, upon hearing the words sci-fi, thought that should equate to anything other than *hard* science ought to re-evaluate their life.

Why me? I'm nothing special or all that attention grabbing.
Really? I would beg to differ.
Do you think I'm that way? Hardly. No one thinks that they're special or attention-grabbing but other people around them are.

Almost a month until I have to leave here.

It seemed dramatic to me but one of the first feelings I had when I started to consider having to move to another blogging site was exile. Many of us will do the same, feeding the diaspora.

If I'm to be fully honest, I didn't like everyone here. God knows, I have my own few rants in my archive about what tended to be featured on the home page and the ish sites. And yet…I dunno, it was home? There was something comforting about seeing familiar faces or your everyday spam comment in this little community. Maybe it was the order I often find myself lacking or just a sense of home that's so difficult for me to find.

So I dunno, necessarily, what good it will do but I've whipped the below images up. I'll be posting one on whichever blog I go to. That way, at least, we can find each other out there in that massive Internet.

But also it'll be a sign of what Xanga meant and that we still believe in it. Just like a people's feelings towards their country, I imagine that will, ultimately, be different for each person. But it seemed united enough that we all rallied here, that most of us found that no where else seemed to really fill the need quite as Xanga did. Whatever we are, we found it important.

The images are below. Use them or altar them to your heart's content.

I got a two box set of records titled The Greatest Records of the Big Band Era for only $1.37. I've certainly had worse days.

If you consistently get angry about not being able to hear me, you have no right to get angry when I ask what you said several times.

*The Sister and I sitting on a bed; her hair is rather curly and somewhat frizzy*
Sister: My – God, can you see how crazy and cool my hair is‽ *whips it around her head*
*Suddenly, she stands up and bends over so that the top of her scalp is touching the top of mine*
Sister: Can you feel it? Are you experiencing how awesome it is to have my hair?

     These infernal emotions screw everything touched by them up. You would think a benevolent God would possess at least one means of living that didn't include what is vomiting feels. Or perhaps, in His infinite wisdom, it's found to be wise to relinquish entirely the notion of able control? Is it possible, maybe, I might introduce myself, once, unencumbered by practicing knots with my tongue like a sport? I would rather articulate audibly, thank you –
     Enough! These incessant internal soliloquies come to their end: I will not spend the whole of my life merely prattling on in my head in confinement by simple petitions that form in me ceaseless unrest from prolonged indiscretions in which it is clear that I can't be provoked to the point where I don't find offence at expecting to shed all my thoughts
     "Really, Chrissy, this time can be better spent than in silence." Chrissy doubted that there was any realization to it but the pen was beginning to tap against the notepad in time with the clock on the wall. A sigh. "I can't help you if you have no interest in helping me. You can leave unless you're going to actually add anything to this discussion." There was a second's pause before Chrissy got up from the chair, muttering,
     "'Fraid I won't."

Blackhawks won!

If I see yet another image listing/displaying world cities that doesn't include Chicago, I may start strangling kittens.

Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack / I went out for a ride – I ain't never been back