Begin the beguine...

[mapsedge]

No clue. That was my response when my wife asked me why I'd signed up for LiveJournal. I'm not a joiner, as a rule, and, with a few notable exceptions, hate reading journals. I came across one yesterday, just randomly browsing, written by a (presumably) high-school age female. Jeezus H. Kee-r-I-st, don't we teach our kids how to write anymore? By fourth grade I could spell, write in complete sentences, and knew the proper use of a semi-colon for God's sake, but this young woman could barely construct a coherent thought let alone be bothered with punctuation. I mean, I'm all for "stream of consciousness" and all that happy horse shit, but I've never had my consciousness fucked up so badly that the stream looked more like the waste outlet for a hair-treatment chemicals plant than an actual flow of ideas.

e e cummings got away with it, darlin'. You just sound like a moron.

Maybe that's what this journal will be good for. A place to pile on the rants that my wife doesn't want to listen to anymore, which, in spite of how it sounds, is not in and of itself, in fact, a rant. Merely an observation.

Comments

[eacole72.livejournal.com]

Hey there! :)

I've decided that my journal is for whatever I want it to be for. It might be rants about work, about something that has upset me, or something that brightened my day. For that matter, it might be a stream of consciousness brainstorm that I manage to edit into something coherent.

I do friends-lock a lot of my posts, particularly about work (a few of those even get marked as "private", for me only). The world-at-large doesn't really need to know about them.

Learning the features...

[billthetailor.livejournal.com]

Hey there, yerself!

There are apparently a few things I haven't picked up yet about how this whole journal thingy works. Ought to be fun, though.