ok. so I just wrote this really important journal entry and then I lost it by closing the LJ client without saving. crud!!! pooo!!! snot!!! yes, I’m getting really vulgur…
I’m on the morning bus on my way to work. I love this bus… it has comfy seats.
let’s see… morning thoughts… relationship mistakes, human frailty, diets and exercise, the music of Liz Phair, headaches, water, sports (but not watersports), my mother, my son, my wife, age, time, raspberry jam and why in the world did my web server shut off the other day in the middle of the night??
last night I got my very first virus email sent to me. Of course, I’m not stupid enough to be running Outlook or even Windows for that matter (in case you wonder, I’m a Mac guy) so it was a non-event. Why do people keep running software that will just open them up to stuff like that? I don’t get it at all…
Me, I’m just kinda mystified by that… but it’s not the only thing that mystifies me. Not by a long shot. I am completely puzzled by lots of stuff about people… how lemming-like they can be. How much of their satisfaction in life is derived from pro-creating and practicing to pro-create (gettin’ it on… if ya know what I mean). I mean, come on, sex is great and kids are fabulous (I wouldn’t give up Syd in a million years) but how you can basically define your life by how many other people you bring into the world and what they end up like… I just don’t get it. I mean, ANYBODY can have kids and just about EVERYBODY does. As the Onion headline so eloquently put it “Miracle of Birth Happens for 15 Billionth Time”. Anybody can have sex, and just about everybody does. Expecting some sort of great satisfaction in life because some other naked human swapped body fluids with you and made you feel really good for a while is crazy to me. We all love to be loved, and having children is great, but can that REALLY be all there is to it? Don’t you want to do something? Accomplish something? Change something? If the answer is no, well… I don’t get it.
a guy told me that he was impressed that I had a Powerbook 170 after all these years as he was getting off the bus… 
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