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Always feel a bit odd...

April 29th, 2007 (05:46 am)

When I am reading someone else's FList.

Like I'm snooping?

Somehow if I run into someone on a string of comments,
it seems less--weird.

Does that make sense?

Like I can say: Wow yeah, me too!
And check out their journal.
The introduction feels natural, like meeting a friend of a friend while out.
Am actually curious...not seeking.

But just poking along someone else's FList?

(tom_servo, I'm totally reading your FList! HA! So THERE!)
((you know neat people, who read neat books.))

I can't even remember how many of my own FList was met on die7fox's.
He knows the coolest folks.

Someone who uses LJ differently than I do, and has come to enjoy MYSPACE, was
asking me the other day how I MET people here.
Since I have had some success?
(one day i will understand a new word for success,
it is as over used as love and sick.)

I dunno, I guess my suspension of disbelief--that makes me afraid of ZOMBIES
when I take the trash to the FAAAAAAAAAAAAR OFF DARK DUMPSTER
at work at 3AM--
works equally as well, here.

I have an odd capacity for BELIEF. (i blame/thank the Baptist upbringing)

(((you gotta take the good with the bad, yes?)))

I just bump into them, like at Casino El Camino...my little bar.
My little church.
Chatting with a friend, a Film is playing,
a comment is made, and suddenly I have met someone new.
We have something in common, there are stories to be told.

(Seriously? You think the Director's cut of Bladerunner
was better than the original release??? But his narration makes it
what it is... the 40's ceiling fan and a robot analyst with cigarette
smoke circling his head. Dude, I know, but the voice! didn't you already
know, understand, the story told us? He was dreaming of electric sheep???!!!)

I don't USE Livejournal to meet people.
Maybe that is the difference.

It just happens.

Six years here, learning about this darned INTERWEB...evolving to MAC (heh)
With a tool that has introduced me to many of the best Friends I have in the World.
My "Imaginary Friends"
Land has been crossed, seas even.

Story, and then flesh.
Tell me, is there a better way to meet?

The People on my FList ARE Friends.
Quite Real, unlike the ZOMBIES in the dumpster across the street from Opal's Pennfield...
Hope and Fear?

I'm glad the Zombies don't win.


(Mum once told me when I was 16 years old: You know what's wrong with you???
You let life happen to you!

she was right, but I cannot honestly find that to be--something...I need to fix.)


Yuppers, having a nice night.
Guess it's morning now--but when you get off work at 3AM, well--there you are.

And no one is up, but me.

So I'm poking about in other's realms....
and enjoying people I don't know yet.




I'm not as crazy as I sound.
Well, no.
I am.

But I'm mostly harmless.


Posted by: dabroots (dabroots)
Posted at: April 29th, 2007 12:12 pm (UTC)

You're just darned great, and don't worry about those dumpster zombies that grow out of half-eaten cheeseburgers, okay?

Now . . . about reading other people's friends lists. Well, it's how I "met" most of the people on my list in my first year or two in this LJ universe. Not so much since that time but because a lot of people seem to be posting a lot less frequently and my friends page seems rather stale on occasion, I've thinking about walking up and down some of the streets and byways of other lists here. Am I doing it with meeting people in "real life" in mind? I'm not sure. While I was living in New York, I was more interested in it for that reason because there were thousands of people in a very tight little space keeping their journals here. I think many of them have slacked off or gone elsewhere, though. I do know that I don't like to meet LJ people as groups in real life. I hate those "meetup" kinds of things. They make me nervous.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 29th, 2007 12:46 pm (UTC)
1st LJ Pic

I think they eat the broken glass from the Belgian bottled beer?
(everyone always finishes their burger, or takes it home--yeah,
I'm House Proud.)

I hate Sundays.
Everyone is off.

So nice to see you here!

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 29th, 2007 12:51 pm (UTC)
Bubble of Serenity

LJ meet-ups are weird.
I have only been to two.

During SXSW.

Met Brad Fitzgerald...

(more importantly I met eastland!)


Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 29th, 2007 01:11 pm (UTC)
Ginger & Shake!

Ginger must crash.
Mostly Tired.

Posted by: dabroots (dabroots)
Posted at: April 29th, 2007 01:21 pm (UTC)

After one such meetup in Brooklyn in 2002, I happened to comment in my followup post that because two of the women there had some hot, naked photos of themselves linked at their LJs, I had trouble really concentrating on talking to them. A horrible flame war ensued and these people who had suddenly been my "friends" were suddenly worse than not my friends. That was the worst.

What's SXSW? Sex Wars of the Southwest?

I dropped Brad Fitzgerald from my list because I was getting tired of reading about how he was spending all his money on travel, motorcycles, etc.

Just now looked at eastland's journal. Yes! I can see why you like him. I love that post from sometime this month about birds committing suicide against glass in front of his eyes.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 29th, 2007 01:33 pm (UTC)


Sex has always been incidental with LJ for me...

I'm in it for the Stories.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 29th, 2007 01:38 pm (UTC)

I must sleep...

Even for me, even with Sunday and Monday off...

This is late.


Posted by: Coffee Shop Whore (skidspoppe)
Posted at: April 29th, 2007 02:34 pm (UTC)

It's all about the stories...

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 29th, 2007 06:49 pm (UTC)


Posted by: Pumping Iron Hearts (woundedmarigold)
Posted at: April 29th, 2007 09:01 pm (UTC)

I met one LJ friend who I talked to on Myspace, and it was really weird for me. I felt like I wasn't myself or something.

I felt like we had to meet because he sent me a kimono from Japan (he was stationed in the Navy there).

I still talk to him, but not so much anymore.

Posted by: hairypolack (hairypolack)
Posted at: April 30th, 2007 12:30 am (UTC)
Dynamic Trio

how ironic

look at this post from my flist:


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