What set you apart from the rest of the kids at school?
Submitted by jks.
I was fat…hmmm, nothing to be proud of there.
I was able to perform in front of a crowd, and when there leave my shame and insecurities behind. I loved to be in front of an audience, and loved to speak out loud to groups. I've never been insecure about my ability to perform in front of an audience, so I guess that is what sets me apart.
Originally posted on nitemayr.vox.com
You are supposed to be sunny and warm, not cool and cloudy.
I wanted to go out in the sun and take pictures of stuff.
Oh well, Simpsons season 8 and wistful thoughts warm me anyway.
Originally posted on nitemayr.vox.com
I’ve been on facebook for about, uh, three days. Almost literally.
I swear, it’s like crack, I find old classmates and friends and get a thrill when we “friend” weak sauce.
I have to say, I like it a hell of a lot more than myspace, as it has a cleaner interface that doesn’t allow the users to completely crap it up.
Joy.
Originally posted on nitemayr.vox.com
What is the most interesting class you have ever taken?
Submitted by Melissa.
Creative Writing, it was a grade 12 class, but I took it in my last semester of school, as I already had enough credits and couldn’t find a decent job. I took one class for that semester, it was GREAT!
I got to work in the media lab, and work with chroma key equipment (which we didn’t know we had until I found it) edit videos and generally geek out.
I also sat next to a Spanish Exchange Student named Carla Bonino; she was cute and didn’t have any hangups about hanging with geeks. My friend Tim and I used to have gross offs, where we would write horrible prose and ask for them to be read in class. I met Karla J in that class too, my first avowed lesbian friend (that was open and honest about it) she used to shoot the craw with us and turned me on to some good music.
The only problem with the class was sharing it with this French kid named Marc (I really don’t remember his name, so I’m guessing) he was a total attention whore; who was obsessed with Guns N Roses about 5 years past their due date.
I love History, I loved sociology, but that was my favorite class, ever.
What is the most interesting class you have ever taken?
Submitted by Melissa.
Creative Writing, it was a grade 12 class, but I took it in my last semester of school, as I already had enough credits and couldn’t find a decent job. I took one class for that semester, it was GREAT!
I got to work in the media lab, and work with chroma key equipment (which we didn’t know we had until I found it) edit videos and generally geek out.
I also sat next to a Spanish Exchange Student named Carla Bonino; she was cute and didn’t have any hangups about hanging with geeks. My friend Tim and I used to have gross offs, where we would write horrible prose and ask for them to be read in class. I met Karla J in that class too, my first avowed lesbian friend (that was open and honest about it) she used to shoot the craw with us and turned me on to some good music.
The only problem with the class was sharing it with this French kid named Marc (I really don’t remember his name, so I’m guessing) he was a total attention whore; who was obsessed with Guns N Roses about 5 years past their due date.
I love History, I loved sociology, but that was my favorite class, ever.
Crossposted from: http://blog.nitemayr.com/2007/06/12/fascinating-class/
What are your deal breakers in a relationship?
I used to think that simple cheating was what would do it for me; that is to say that the other party is in another romantic or physical relationship outside of our own. Sharing is a no go, if you will.
Now I’m not as convinced, I’m still very jealous but I will have to say that simple cheating is not a deal breaker any more. It has to be lying about it. Cheating then lying would be the killer. Honesty about such things might save the relationship.
Originally posted on nitemayr.vox.com
I’ve opened this LJ because I have a distinct desire to post my creative works on the web, but no longer want to hassle with my Blog Software at nitemayr.com.
LJ allows me to customize my journal and style-sheets, letting me get under the skin sot to speak, which will let me achieve the same things I have done at nitemayr.com with someone else watching the back door for me, so to speak.
So, I plan to use this blog for my creative work and maintain nitemayr.vox.com for my personal online diary. At least for the time being. live.nitemayr.com will continue to aggregate my online presence… which reminds me that I should have tweeted about this.
Wow, I’m making my life all kinds of complex now.
So, yeah. It’s over.
85 episodes, some good, some bad, some great.
I was hooked by Tony Soprano way back when, and now I’m just left wondering.
The Sopranos ended for me, like it began, in the middle of something. I caught something with Christopher in some early episode, and got hooked on it. Tony swaggered into Dr. Melfi’s office and I didn’t stop watching. The Drama surrounding Tony’s Mother reminded me about the troubles my Family had with my Gret-Grandmother as senile-dimentia took over her mind. AJs constant struggle for approval in Tony’s eyes, and their strained relationship reminded me how hard it has been in the past to connect with my own Dad, which I think we’ve done.
I watched the Sopranos because they were a family, a family with Drama beyond my own, but a microcosm of all the Drama around me, sometimes exaggerated, sometime eerily close to the bone.
There was fraternity and honor. Something we all respect, in proper context.
There was loyalty and laughter, which we all could use.
Then there was the crime.
We all indulge in little crimes, sometimes without meaning to. When we see Tony reap the rewards of large and (sometimes) bloodless crime, especially against a larger institution, we got a thrill.
Now it’s over.
And all we are left with is a long cut to black.
Perhaps that was for the best.
So, yeah. It’s over.
85 episodes, some good, some bad, some great.
I was hooked by Tony Soprano way back when, and now I’m just left wondering.
The Sopranos ended for me, like it began, in the middle of something. I caught something with Christopher in some early episode, and got hooked on it. Tony swaggered into Dr. Melfi’s office and I didn’t stop watching. The Drama surrounding Tony’s Mother reminded me about the troubles my Family had with my Gret-Grandmother as senile-dimentia took over her mind. AJs constant struggle for approval in Tony’s eyes, and their strained relationship reminded me how hard it has been in the past to connect with my own Dad, which I think we’ve done.
I watched the Sopranos because they were a family, a family with Drama beyond my own, but a microcosm of all the Drama around me, sometimes exaggerated, sometime eerily close to the bone.
There was fraternity and honor. Something we all respect, in proper context.
There was loyalty and laughter, which we all could use.
Then there was the crime.
We all indulge in little crimes, sometimes without meaning to. When we see Tony reap the rewards of large and (sometimes) bloodless crime, especially against a larger institution, we got a thrill.
Now it’s over.
And all we are left with is a long cut to black.
Perhaps that was for the best.
EDIT: A more succinct statement on the ending
Crossposted from: http://blog.nitemayr.com/2007/06/10/sopranos-finale-spoilers/