Runcible Blog

At this point, I can't tell if I've done something incredibly stupid or not. Writing that letter to Angie was at once very relieving and the most stressful thing I've done in a while. I don't know when or if I'll get any response (or what response I might get). It is completely unpredictable, though I have a feeling that I may have ruined whatever tenuous friendship we had. I don't know why I feel that way....maybe I don't want to get my hopes up.

I wonder if honesty is always the best policy? I think I live in a more romantic (in the general sense or the word) world where the truth can always set you free, honesty is endearing, and positive twists of fate are just around the corner. As much as I like to poo-poo phony sentimentality, I think I'd like to believe that the world works in such ways. I'd like to believe in Karma Police.

Even though the letter wasn't as revealing as it could've been, I feel as if I just peeled off all of my skin and handed it to her with a bucket of salt to use at her discretion. I don't often feel so vulnerable. There's something to be said for throwing your fragile psyche into someone else's lap. Then again, there's something very crazy about it.

I hope I receive some kind of response soon. "Waiting is the hardest part."

I don't want to screw this up.

Oops. While doing my annual sock washing marathon, I think I used too much bleach. And I can smell bleach all over the place right now. ugh.

Back in fifth grade science class we experimented with ammonia. My stupid friends and I discovered that if you inhale it even slightly, you can feel it going down your throat, and it burns. It was a funny trick to play on people -- "hey, smell this!" while sticking a cup of ammonia under their nose.

It's all fun and games until someone gets permanent dain bramage.

I'm watching All the President's Men. Maybe the Tribune is an exception, but something tells me that real news reporting and reporters aren't so exciting as the movies.

What's up with referrer spam these days? This server has been getting tons of useless hits from spammers with forged referrer strings. For their page-rank-increasing tactic to work, I'd have to have some page that either listed frequent referrers (with links), or a prominently located page that had log stats listing the most common referrers. I used to have webalizer results available, but they haven't been updated and aren't linked anywhere on the server. So, all that traffic that the spammers generate goes to waste. It's a waste of bandwidth and server resources. And there isn't a fool-proof way to easily block them.

Spammers, please die. Thank you.

(I don't mean literally.)

Why are all "romantic comedies" alike? I can't say that I watch many, but they seem so formulaic. The other day I saw Next Stop Wonderland, which isn't awful. But why do such movies always try to say that most of the people (usually guys) in the world are jerks, except for the one person you're "destined" to be with? If everything is in Fate's hands, why does anybody bother dating? Afterall, that's pointless. You'll meet your soulmate when you accidentally run him/her over with your car, or fall out of a window and land on that person, or during some other freak accident. Just wait for it!

If these movies are "chick flicks", that must mean chicks eat this stuff up. But how many can say that they were destined to be with the one they're sitting next to?

At least with science fiction you know that you're supposed to suspend disbelief. I think a lot of girls believe that real life can be as simple as the movies. It's just bad luck that they haven't found their match yet. hmm.

I just realized that usually in these movies there's a nay-sayer like me who denies Destiny, until the very end when they bump into their soulmate on the blue line (just like Next Stop Wonderland). Maybe I should go hang out underground, waiting for the inevitable encounter with true love.

Maybe that's what all the bums on the T are doing....