More random bits of pondering

by statia on May 11, 2005

I must be getting used to my tivo. I’m starting to like it a little better, but it’s still just another toy at this point. We don’t really record a whole lot of stuff. I still don’t like most of the user interface. But I must like it to a certain extent because I had the ability to fast forward through my dream last night with my tivo remote. Bad dream? Fast forward. Problem solved.

I’d like to know what possesses a man to kill his child. Yeah, I know this guy is majorly imbalanced, chasing people with chainsaws and all, but you’re own flesh and blood.

I know that Keith Richards will be around forever, because lets face it, when the world ends, there will be roaches, and Keith Richards, but aren’t they all in diapers by now? Why are they touring…. again?

I have the worst heartburn right now. I mean, really bad heartburn, to the point where it hurts to even swallow water. In fact, I would say it’s esophogus burn at this point.

Last night we were watching Elton John live at Radio City Music Hall on Bravo. Elton John is like a reunited love affair for me. I’m addicted to his older stuff and some of his newer stuff too. He’s one person I’d love to see in concert. Though watching his performance on TV last night, I don’t think he can hit the high notes anymore, which is a shame. I mean, what the hell is Tiny Dancer without the high notes?

I heart Fran. Cause really, shouldn’t everyone heart Fran?


On another note. I know that this has been updated less frequently. Truth is. I’m tired. I’ve fancied myself a passworded blog that I’ve been updating more and eventually this site may just go the way of the dodo. Right now it’s just fluff. I’ve gotten tired of lurkers who feel like they have a right to my private life. The life that I leave out of here on purpose. I know that blogging publicly is giving others the ability to read about your life, but we’re the ones control what others see. You don’t have the right to see what isn’t for public consumption. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. There are some people out there, like Dooce, who can put it all out there, but I know there are certain things, that even she doesn’t put out there.

It’s funny to read through my archives and see just how much more guarded I am, about my privacy.

Yeah, so anyway, I’ve been around, just don’t have much to say.

{ 9 comments }

tricia May 11, 2005 at 11:14 am

California allows hearts on their license plates? That’s sorta cooool.

geeky May 11, 2005 at 11:22 am

there’s definitely been a shift in how much of my personal life i blog about too. it’s just not safe or smart to put too much info about yourself out there for the whole world to see, no matter how anonymous you think you may be.

wgd May 11, 2005 at 11:31 am

hee. Fran’s all hurt because MY tags don’t say that. How will I ever convince him that I ♥ him?? ;)

fran May 11, 2005 at 12:41 pm

ha ha!

i still can’t get over that pic…i am thinking i am going to make it my graphic on the blog…

everyone should love me dammit…hee!

fran May 11, 2005 at 12:44 pm

p.s.

are you wearing really really tight jeans? that’ll give you heartburn? or did you order the burrito extra hot special?

i am sorry about the heartburn, i know it all so well….not fun…heh

take something, quick!

Deltus May 11, 2005 at 1:14 pm

An Elton John concert would rock SO much. That has to be near the top of my “want to see them in concert” list.

Kim May 11, 2005 at 2:02 pm

It has been a biweekly ritual of mine to read “Sporty’s Blog” (as my sig. other & I call it). I’ve enjoyed the random goofy thoughts & meester updates. Sorry the lurkers are getting to you :( I think you are hilarious & You make my day more colorful. Thanks.

Trace May 11, 2005 at 11:45 pm

That’s too funny! My husband said that exact same thing about Keith Richards last night.

Annastazia May 12, 2005 at 1:49 pm

Sorry to see that the lurkers are creating such problems, but I have to say that if this blog did go away, I would miss reading you.

And you’re right. Tiny Dancer without the high notes just isn’t right somehow.

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