I often tend to question my motives
(and timing for actions)
Such as what spark causes me to fall out of bed (finally)?
I could lay in bed for quite some time
mulling over the day ahead
and not actually live it.
We have a finite amount of time,
a finite amount of things we can do,
a finite number of things we do well.
So when I have an exciting possibility
a film that needs to be edited
why do I drag?
and other times
can’t wait to rip into the material?
Perhaps sometimes it’s better to not delve too deep into motives
and see the cogs and machinations of what makes us, us.
But that’s another topic for another day.
-R
If I’m honest with myself, I don’t think I’d like to live in a Steampunk world. The clothing and styles are fantastic, but things being so worn down would wear me down after a while.
I’ll keep my romantic vision intact though, and continue to dream.
-R
Do security guards get tired of nodding at people?
People that want to follow my blogs are going to find it as frustrating as chasing a hyperactive ADD child that poured his riddlin down the loo in lieu of chasing the ice cream man down for more sugar.
LiveJournal, Xanga (Xposting from LJ), Facebook, Blogspot, Wordpress, Daros… and now 2 Tumblr accounts.
But, as with all blogs, I try to future-proof myself because I inevitably realize that I know less than I think I do and more than I did since my last entry (barring any massive head traumas…)
I think this little bit of space should entertain the more random proclivities until I lock down a more solid focus.
-R