Testing: 1... 2... 3.. Check?

lj-mood: experimental

Still trying to work the glitches out of melding Blogger & LJ, and, at some level trying to figure out what exactly I'm doing here (online, that is, though if I do manage to understand the meaning of life, I'll be happy to share!).

The blog started with the joint purposes of trying to remember what the fuck I'd read the week before, so I'd stop ordering the same books from the library over and over, and letting a couple of folk I thought might be interested (Mum, you out there still?) know about new (and old) authors to seek or avoid. Sometimes other things would come up (starting a new novel for instance) or shit would happen, and I might mention it ... or I might not.

LJ? After 42 years of avoiding anything with the word "journal" attached to it, the only reason for the LJ was, I suppose, to make less tenuous the links between Friends and I when our lives or inclinations prevent more direct epistolary contact. Expressing that feels all wrong, somehow. <lj-cut text="Read more">

I remember being a letter writing fiend, the sort of person who could whip off four or five pages of interesting and amusing (at least, I thought they were) observations on life's quirks several times a week. The usual excuses, being busy, family or work obligations, just don't ring true. In fact, I suspect I was a heck of a lot busier then: working, volunteering, gaming, and diving into strange areas of political activism. Heck, it may just be that I'm so bored with my own life that I can't imagine anyone else wanting to know about it ... undoubtedly partly true, but still too facile.

Just what I needed, more stuff to ponder ... One of my DnD characters has been rendered schizophrenic (as well as being changed from being a neutral good nature cleric to a neutral evil lich ... profession as yet undetermined, but her god has definitely rejected her ... it was an interesting game). Reading up on the symptoms, just in case the rest of the party doesn't kill me immediately, I discovered, among others: racing thoughts. Fortunately there are other symptoms, or I'd be turning myself -- and the dervishes whirling in my brain -- in to the nearest psych hospital.