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I had this whole rant prepped about how I watched Back to the Future Part II today for the first time in years, and how models and chromakey still look more convincing to me than most CGI special effects (I may as well be watching a cartoon), but I decided since I now have the time to spend, I’d spruce up the old blog, enabling dusty stuff I tried fucking with but then gave up on, like TrackBacks and Categories, and trying to make this this best damn blog it can be.
Because of this take-charge attitude, I’ve had to wade through every entry I’ve written since the very beginning, not specifically re-reading them (in fact, avoiding re-reading them as much as possible), but skimming them enough to formulate appropriate categories or to make sure the URLs kinda-sorta still work. Seeing some of this old stuff dredged up a lot of memories, some pleasant, some painful, most bittersweet, but overall I realized that, barring occasional rough patches in my life, I’ve had a lot of fun over the past four years. Especially in 2003 — I look at most of those entries with a goofy-ass smile on my face. Sure, I had fun later on, writing, disliking Owen, stuff like that — but 2003 was probably the most fun I’ve had since senior year of high school.
But I have a weird perspective on fun. Rather than “having” fun, in the sense of hanging out with friends and par-taying down, I get more mileage out of basically standing back and watching, with amusement, as everything around me self-destructs. As people get too serious or too caught up in their own shit — which, of course, everybody does at one time or another, including me — I find I have the most fun standing back and laughing on the inside.
Does this make me the meanest person on the planet? Maybe so, but to be fair, part of the reason why I get so down when I’m in my rough patches is because I think people should be laughing just as hard at me and my problems.
In other news, I read a great description last night in The Long Goodbye: “He had short red hair and a face like a collapsed lung.” It really doesn’t get much better than that.
Posted by Stan on February 25, 2006 7:26 PM | Permalink | Random Musings | Digg It
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