Journal Interrobang's Journal: I Had Him All Along, Dammit! 3
I'm sure many of you have been following the Saga of Skippy all the way through my numerous JEs:
this one on sweet hackers;
my first foray into poetry;
and my first stalker post;
a place-based passim reference;
my second foray into poetry (and we all know where that one ended up!
and this last post about His Supreme Skippiness.
Well, my dad always told me that I had a knack for making easy things harder than they ought to be, and I guess that must be true, because a friend of mine e-mailed me with Skippy's e-mail address today -- and it's the same damn address I've had for him for about four years now (which, incidentally, he doesn't seem to answer)!!!
This cyber-stalker thingy is too emotionally stressful for me and my lowered b.p.. I guess I should quit while I'm ahead -- waitaminit, I've already got his e-mail address, which means I can quit...although it begs the question, "What the hell do I do now?!?!"
(E-mail is a terrible medium for making sincere apologies for incalculable -- if inadvertent -- emotional damage, but I must must must do penance for this terrible thing, lest I go insane or damage my personal reputation forever. Argh.)
OT Notes: I applied for a mad, phat-paid government job (doing pubs for the Ontario Fire Marshall's Office, base salary ~$55K/a) today, and talked to a fellow down at the University of Western Ontario archives who, while he can't hire me directly, knows a fellow who's a tech writer in Chicago. Said fellow allegedly has "more work than he can handle," and, failing that, might know someone, right? Six degrees of separation and I'm bound to run into someone who wants to hire me...I hope...
The well's sides are steep
But I am a good climber.
this one on sweet hackers;
my first foray into poetry;
and my first stalker post;
a place-based passim reference;
my second foray into poetry (and we all know where that one ended up!
and this last post about His Supreme Skippiness.
Well, my dad always told me that I had a knack for making easy things harder than they ought to be, and I guess that must be true, because a friend of mine e-mailed me with Skippy's e-mail address today -- and it's the same damn address I've had for him for about four years now (which, incidentally, he doesn't seem to answer)!!!
This cyber-stalker thingy is too emotionally stressful for me and my lowered b.p.. I guess I should quit while I'm ahead -- waitaminit, I've already got his e-mail address, which means I can quit...although it begs the question, "What the hell do I do now?!?!"
(E-mail is a terrible medium for making sincere apologies for incalculable -- if inadvertent -- emotional damage, but I must must must do penance for this terrible thing, lest I go insane or damage my personal reputation forever. Argh.)
OT Notes: I applied for a mad, phat-paid government job (doing pubs for the Ontario Fire Marshall's Office, base salary ~$55K/a) today, and talked to a fellow down at the University of Western Ontario archives who, while he can't hire me directly, knows a fellow who's a tech writer in Chicago. Said fellow allegedly has "more work than he can handle," and, failing that, might know someone, right? Six degrees of separation and I'm bound to run into someone who wants to hire me...I hope...
The well's sides are steep
But I am a good climber.
Good Luck (Score:2)
Writing to you from Ashton's karaoke (Score:1)
But, but... (Score:2)
But the question is, do they have it in English, or Yiddish? IIRC, it changes the scansion a bit, and I only know the Yiddish words.
(sings) Ven du solst sayn shwartz vi a tuter
Ven du host oygen vi bay a kuter...