A Journal of Sorts
"back and forth, I sway with the wind, resolution slips away again right through my fingers, back into my heart where it's out of reach and it's in the dark sometimes I think I'm blind, or I may be just paralyzed because the plot thickens every day and the pieces of my puzzle keep crumblin' away but I know, there's a picture beneath indecision clouds my vision, mo one listens because I'm somewhere in between my love and my agony you see, I'm somewhere in between..." ~ Faith No More ~ somewhere between naps, you may have noticed a subtle change at the bottom links area on these journal pages (the change has not spread throughout the web world yet)... the change is the guestbook is gone and the guestgroup replaces it... I know, I've peaked your curiosity and it's driving you crazy now to know just why this happened... seriously?... we really ought to talk J ok, I tease to lighten the reason... the guestbook has been gone for months, at least, and nobody told me (pitiful, huh?)... well, it's there somewhere, but the links aren't working for it and the guestbook was changed by the Lycos people (imagine, changing my guestbook and not telling me)... essentially they did away with the service I was using and replaced it with a basic service that sucks like all the other guestbooks I passed by before choosing the one that's no longer in existence... don't trust Lycos, that's what I say... anyway, what I'll use for a guestbook until I find one I like is the email group archive for this website, the candorguests group... there's no questions to guide you, but you can write whatever you want cuz when you click on sign guestgroup an email window will open and you can tell me what you think and introduce yourself as you wish... you can see the other messages by clicking on the view guestgroup which will take you to the group message archive... you don't have to join the group to send a message, but you can... that was just a piee of the bad news found on the web this week... there was a rape at Yahoo when they deleted the innocence group without telling me and they still won't answer my emails about it... I was asking them for help, offering my help, and they copped out... big business doesn't care, really... but to condone, oh never mind, you can read my mini-rant if you like... and then there was the news about the old website being deleted without notice by the Disney people, just more evidence that disney doesn't care... I've mentioned this before, I think... might have mentioned all of this before... but it's still damage done to my webworld I recently discovered and it's still not repaired yet, so I grumble and contemplate repairs... switching to the guestgroup was the first idea... more shall certainly follow... don't mean any harm no cause for alarm don't worry none it's just the storm... before the calm sometimes when I get complacent face down on the dirty pavement sometimes I need something to shake me up like some people need poison in a cup sometimes when I get lethargic staying far from any margins sometimes I need something to pull me out when my head gets mired in pain or doubt someone push me over the edge I'm tired of hanging on this ledge someone shock the pants off me do something unexpectedly show me something I don't expect to see amaze me with creativity or just care about me cause I feel a rage inside something deep down died and it smells bad floating in all the tears I've cried and maybes it's just a smoking gun maybe the deed's already done I feel like I weigh a ton where the hell is the fun just need to remember the final bottom line let go of the doubts everything is fine don't mean any harm no cause for alarm don't worry none it's just the storm... before the calm sometimes when I get apathetic procrastinating, I forget it sometimes I need something to remind me sometimes I need a friend to find me someone push me over the edge I'm tired of hanging on this ledge someone shock the pants off me do something unexpectedly show me something I don't expect to see amaze me with creativity or just care about me sometimes I want to scream cut by my broken dream betrayed by promises I made when will this piper be paid just need to remember the final bottom line let go of the doubts everything is fine don't mean any harm no cause for alarm don't worry none it's just the storm... before the calm and when I sit down writing, everything is fine... even if nobody ever reads the words, the life I put into the processor remains as energy and it's mostly saved and backed up and vibrating it's own message out to all points in the universe... my part in the waves of energy that make up everything... a solitary part, for now... but still something more than only spectating... an oasis?... perhaps after the storm J |
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