I feel.

I try to avoid being a link-o-saurus, but...

If you have any interest in human emotion and perception, and expression thereof, you should check this out. I played with it for an hour last night. It is...fascinating.

http://www.wefeelfine.org/

In which I am clumsy.

Also, I went to the ER today. Whoops, I put a knitting needle through my foot. It didn't really hurt when I went (Endorphins are groovy), so I declined pain medicine. So, I'm on crutches, and the pain is starting to begin. Thankfully, the rum has already begun. I'm supposed to use the crutches until there is no pain whatsoever from putting my foot on the ground. Oh, and classes start tomorrow. Yippee.

In which I muse unprofitably.

I'm a bad friend.

I rarely update, and I respond to LiveJournal posts weeks late. It's not that I don't care, it's that I don't care.

Maybe that makes less sense.

The first issue: my failure to update. Every so often, I get a bee in my ear, and start typing hell-fire and brimstone, and after I fact-check (I always try to do this) about half-way through, I suddenly don't really care. 

For example, on Election Night, I didn't stay up to watch returns or speeches. About 7 pm, I saw that Obama was going to win, so I went to bed. So, I didn't see their speeches. Melanie posted Obama's though, and as I read it, the Bob the Builder song started playing in my head. I popped open my new-post window, and started typing. I tabbed back over to read it again, went back to my posting window, and didn't care anymore. 

I think my problems with posting have a source: My life is pretty boring now. I have a pretty decent job in my field. I am content. Also, what with the boring, I have no content. (Like the pun? Shut up, punning is a primary source of excitement in Aynsleyland.) I have no boundless frustration that needs an outlet. I'm happy. Also, funny stories from where I work are mostly nerdy in-jokes, that aren't really funny to anyone else. Except when the other Browncoat and I walked around in nitrile gloves, chanting "Two by two, hands of blue."

This apathy has spread to my checking of LiveJournal updates as well. I read my feeds from Google when they pop up, and I think that has made me slightly lazy. My e-mail tells me when Something*Positive updates. Checking LiveJournal requires me to log in, scroll through new updates until I find the last one I read, then scroll up. There is a solution, checking every day, but you people don't always update every day. And, I apologize in advance, but I don't count the updates primarily concerned with fanfic as updates, mostly because I don't have a clue what the hell ya'll are talking about. Not that I'm not glad that you have a hobby, it's just not important to me. 

Where was I? I'm fighting the urge to just delete this and go watch Narnia. Also, I think some of the melodrama problems that people sometimes have are catered to by the nature of Livejounal. The friending and commenting systems very much feed into melodrama, as do some communities. 

And, content? Over here. I don't feel the urge to get mixed in with all of that. I'm just kind of happy. I don't actually know who is reading this, other than Michelle and Rose. So there is no need to direct my rhetoric in any direction. I am not talking to people. I'm just talking, and maybe someone is listening. Maybe that's why I'm not talking so much.