I would like to take this time to address something that has been on my mind for a while, but I thought would die down. However, there was a reoccurance today, and I feel the need to respond. It has come to my attention that people have been commenting in my "Shoutbox" who I either don't know, or are posting strange code names. Firt of all, I would like to say that it is so obscenely wicked awesome that random people may be reading this. Makes me all warm and fuzzy. But, I'm just curious as to who these people are. Of course I know that this blog is an open book that everyone is free to peruse, but I like to know who reads my blog (and why they would be interested in the incessant ramblings of little old me), I guess. Well, that's not exactly it.................How to put it......If some one comments, I'd like to know who they are. Just say that you're "random guy who just surfed on", or something. Unless of course it's one of my friends who, of course, I already know that is. It's weird to see "Red" write something like "A wise man asked me 'do you enjoy her company'....yes" and not know who this "Red" is (and notknow why they enjoy the pleasure of my company - I's kinda like to repay the compliment). I keep seeing these people's names and trying to figure out if I should know them or not. This may seem weird and paranoid, but I've noticed that most of the comments are from people who just leave 2 initials, so I even tried to take all those initials and see if I could make a name out of them (like the name of one of my friends who thought it would be nice to play a joke on me), but I'm probably just nuts. Ah, well. It happens. Maybe I should just remove the shoutbox. Those messages just disappear after a certain number show up, anyway. The comments at then end of the posts are probably more effecient. I hope this doesn't come off as bitchy or anything; I do like it when people comment. I like it a lot - makes me feel important, as if the things that I write actually matter. Heh. But anyway, that's all I've got for today.
Spark of Life
I am Jack's internal monologue... My thoughts on life, theatre, David Hyde Pierce, and plenty of other things you probably never wanted to know.
About Me
- Name: Spark of Life
Jedi, Jew, Simone de Beauvoir wannabe. Studying toward a double BA in Theatre and English, hoping to one day become an actor, a writer, or a surly despot (possibly all 3). Living in an apartment complex (nudist colony) with most of the other theatre majors, where I partake in many light sabre battles, hours of bothering Josh Real, naked cartwheels abound, and general Bad-Ass-ery. All names and events have been changed to protect the innocent (or I just forgot who they were and what really happened).
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Saturday, April 17, 2004
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