Effluvia

Is it just me, or does that Levi's commercial with the singing belly buttons freak everyone else out, too? It's unsettling, is what it is. It's gross. I mean, you hear the song, you see a little female flesh, and then the chick's stomach freakishly starts to sing. It makes me want to change the channel every time it comes on. What's next? Rapping vaginas? Yodelling anuses? I find it all very distasteful.

Journal Roulette

Trapped In Boise - I like the kid, but he needs to update more often.

Siobhanorama!

SIobhan's new job? She's actually got a small part on Passions playing Ida Lou Lupino, heir to a fortune in waste management companies.

The Old Guys
At The Gym
Ain't Cool Dep't.

I'll say it for the last time: put your damned clothes on.

Three Years Ago
A small wreck and a new job. Plus: I encounter a crack head.

Two Years Ago
"You can slop the pigs at these prices!"

One Year Ago
A convertible is finally purchased.

So I think I'm gonna take a break.

Why? Lots of reasons. It's a totally respectable thing to do, you know. All the big name journal people - and some of the more earthly beings that I've been known to associate with - have walked off at one time or another. I've done this pretty consistently for three years; I think I'm allowed a little vacation.

However, I'm certainly not going to act all outraged that some of you out there have presumed to know the real me. This is a popular reason for folding up the tent among my people, but it's never been a problem with me. Maybe bacause I've taken great pains to never put the real me out there; maybe it's because I'm not as cuddly as some of the other people in this line of work.

Personally, I think I am pretty cuddly.

Beside the point, though. If you're a regular reader I've no doubt you've noticed a decline in the quantity of my output, even if the quality has never, ever suffered. It's just that lately it's gotten to where...well, I won't say I dread writing the latest episode, but it always seems like such a drag. Like one more responsibility assigned by no one but myself.

When I started up three years ago I had a new computer and access to the internet - by God, I needed me a web page! I also felt I needed content. Content, coming from me, anyway, would have to be text. What better to write about than the shit I do, right?

All I wanted to do was to recount whatever little amusing things might happen to me in the course of my everyday life - much like Jamie Zawinski does. The objective has changed a bit over the years - now it's pretty much an open journal of the lives of Harold and Sonya - but I've never really been tired of it until the last couple of months.

But I'm tired of it now.

I just haven't had much to say, lately, and what I have said has been fairly drab. Therefore, instead of keeping on long after I should retire, like some sort of internet diary Ric Flair, I will step down. For a little while, anyway.

So will all this be deleted tomorrow? Heavens, no! This is a Goddamned Internet Phenomenon, as I keep telling you people. I'd be doing a disservice to the community...no, to the world if I yanked it all away from you. I'll leave this one up for a few days, then archive it. Maybe I'll redo the front page to make it a little clearer where all the goodies are.

And this certainly doesn't mean you've heard the last from me. If something big happens, I'll write about it and post it prominently. I'd like to write some other things, too, some fiction, you know? Some stories, maybe some fake journals that play around with the format I have single-handedly revolutionized, something like that. Anyway, you have to keep checking back every day, because I might do something wacky. You don't want to miss that.

What I'm thinking is I'll probably crank the journal back up this fall. I hope to be rejuvenated and have all sorts of interesting things to tell you about then. Big things are afoot in the Williams Family, buddy, and I should be ready to talk all about it in a few months. If that doens't happen, though, rest assured I'll do something.

If you'd like, you could send me your e-mail address and I'll make every effort to keep you up-to-date on any changes, additions, errata or effluvia. Only if you want to, though. No pressure.

Watch this space.