Life is such a sweet insanity.
I love life and people. This is a place where I can write down what's happening, what I'm thinking, what I'm seeing and what I'm feeling. After all, life is just one blog entry after another.Thursday, April 08, 2004
Exhibitionist.
I'm really starting to groove on my moblog. Of course my cell service was down most of the day (apparently it doesn't work when there's a sun in the sky) so I didn't get to take as many pictures as I wanted, but nevertheless I was able to upload a few.
I think my reality-TV aspirations from last year are starting to creep up into my forethought again. Now I don't want to go dunking for apples with Julie Chen watching so that I can win a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on Big Brother. But I want people to see me. I want to perform. I want to have people stop me in the mall and say "I saw your moblog on TextAmerica and you're whacked." Hey, I've had a few offers to do some mildly obscene things on my webcam (especially under my desk at work of all places), and while the sentiments are quite flattering (I think), I don't think I want to be the next Dirk Diggler. Not that being a Dirk Diggler type wouldn't be interesting, but I really don't see myself in a Marky Mark body nor do I have anything in my underwear that's been surgically enhanced. At least I no longer have the body of Kevin James. Not that Kevin James isn't cute mind you, but I don't really have his physique either. I just would like to keep my webcam "G" or "PG-13" rated.
I don't know why this need for attention is surfacing again. Perhaps because Earl is out of town more than he used to be, maybe I feel lost without my personal cheering squad. Now I'm not belittling my relationship with Earl to "cheering squad" status, but part of our relationship is that I'm his biggest fan as he is mine. at the very least he is extremely tolerant.
I'll probably go moblog crazy on my computer training excursion to Iowa. Having a moblog is a great lesson in assertiveness. I can ask any drive-thru attendant at any given fast food place, without a trace of humor in my voice, "Hey, wanna have your picture on my website? Just hide the super-sized fries." Before the camera in my cell phone, I would have never done that. Sure, back in the day I accidently unleashed my old roommate's Springer Spaniel in an Arby's drive thru, which resulted in the dog running across several roast beef sandwiches, but that wasn't a study in assertiveness. That was more a study in stupidity. Of course I got all embarassed about it. To this day I avoid that Arby's, and it's practically the only one left open in the area.
So don't be surprised if you start seeing more of me. With Earl's new camera, and my moblog, we're bound to make our mark on the internet. If you see me on the street, be sure to say hi and ask for an autograph.
I think my reality-TV aspirations from last year are starting to creep up into my forethought again. Now I don't want to go dunking for apples with Julie Chen watching so that I can win a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on Big Brother. But I want people to see me. I want to perform. I want to have people stop me in the mall and say "I saw your moblog on TextAmerica and you're whacked." Hey, I've had a few offers to do some mildly obscene things on my webcam (especially under my desk at work of all places), and while the sentiments are quite flattering (I think), I don't think I want to be the next Dirk Diggler. Not that being a Dirk Diggler type wouldn't be interesting, but I really don't see myself in a Marky Mark body nor do I have anything in my underwear that's been surgically enhanced. At least I no longer have the body of Kevin James. Not that Kevin James isn't cute mind you, but I don't really have his physique either. I just would like to keep my webcam "G" or "PG-13" rated.
I don't know why this need for attention is surfacing again. Perhaps because Earl is out of town more than he used to be, maybe I feel lost without my personal cheering squad. Now I'm not belittling my relationship with Earl to "cheering squad" status, but part of our relationship is that I'm his biggest fan as he is mine. at the very least he is extremely tolerant.
I'll probably go moblog crazy on my computer training excursion to Iowa. Having a moblog is a great lesson in assertiveness. I can ask any drive-thru attendant at any given fast food place, without a trace of humor in my voice, "Hey, wanna have your picture on my website? Just hide the super-sized fries." Before the camera in my cell phone, I would have never done that. Sure, back in the day I accidently unleashed my old roommate's Springer Spaniel in an Arby's drive thru, which resulted in the dog running across several roast beef sandwiches, but that wasn't a study in assertiveness. That was more a study in stupidity. Of course I got all embarassed about it. To this day I avoid that Arby's, and it's practically the only one left open in the area.
So don't be surprised if you start seeing more of me. With Earl's new camera, and my moblog, we're bound to make our mark on the internet. If you see me on the street, be sure to say hi and ask for an autograph.
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