Well, let’s get this ball rolling, shall we? Now that I know that my posts here will be duly responded to, I find it far more encouraging to write something in the first place. All these blogs, so much pressure! I really find it hard to think of enough interesting things to say. Without, of course, referring to the work or inspiration of others. For the moment, I have little more to say than bravo to Jubilation for having brought this thing back to life, resurrecting it from its slow and unkind death over the last few months. But now that its spark has been rekindled, the onus is now on both of us to maintain it. Eh, Jube?
Just to start the ball rolling, I decided to sift through some old logs and see what I could find, the below was the result.
V: So… bitter, eh? What brought that on? You’ve been some other mood for months and months now. J: bitter? J: did i sound bitter in that comment.. i didn’t mean too.. V: No, on your page… your mood is ‘bitter’. It was something far more neutral last time. J: oh ok.. yeah i’m not bitter any more actually.. apparently it as a bit of a missunderstanding in the end that brought that mood on.. V: Okay. *raises eyebrow* J: and about it being another mood for ages and ages.. its not really acuarate you see.. i don’t change it very often, because its one of the the things my mother takes note off.. so i tend to pick a happy mood for her to read hehe J: i shall change my mood now actually, thanks for pointing that out to me J: my mother will start to worry if i leave it like that for too long V: Haha… of course she will. And some of your friends. You’re not, after all, a very bitter person, all in all. I’m sure if I had bitter as my mood few would be surprised, but I, for example, would expect something a little more… chipper, from your good self. J: oh for someone as chipper as myself, i’m pretty miserable alot.. heh V: Haha… I suppose that’s true. J: i’m still rather bitter about alot of things, and lack faith in humanity.. all this chipperness and nice out look on life takes a shit load of effort on my part J: i have to consiously make my self happy alot of the time, which probably sounds strange.. but yeah i really work hard to fnid tghe good in things, and try to enjoy everything the best i can J: its hard work heh V: That’s good. And I do know what you mean. I’m pessimistic about the world for the same reason you’re optimistic about it. We both want the world to be good: you expect it to be. I don’t. I’m not sure either of us is really right, and I don’t think it’s particularly easy for either of us to be made happy by the world, either. J: yeah.. its not that i expect it to be.. its more of a « well i’m gunna damn well make the best of it » V: Well, good call, I say. J: plus i do’t think its up to anybody else or the world around me to make me happy.. J: only i can make me happy.. hense my motto « choose to be happy ».. otherwise i’d jsut be miserable all the damn time J: plus i try not to expect great things.. its in the little things.. like good deeds, and snow globes, and a saxaphone playing under the concert hall down in south bank ecoing in the night throught the beautiful lights of melbourne.. J:
V: Fair enough. I think my motto would be « choose unpredictability ». That way nobody expects me to be happy, nor do they always think I’m morbid. I can just deal with things as they come, and people who don’t like me can get fucked. J: good call J: i have a simialr thing with in my philosophy as well.. V: Ahh, yes. The little things. I think I expect more from the little things than the big. Big, blustery events don’t get my attention. It’s the subtle, slight things that attract my attention. Like the eyebrow growth products reviews I had to work on last month. J: its not about other ppl, its about our selves.. V: Uhuh. Besides, I don’t give a stuff about many other people anyway, *grin* so it fits well with my self-absorbed existence. J: yeah its all in the little things i think.. you gotta stop and notice things once in a while.. be like a child and remember to look up.. adults do’nt look up.. we forget too.. J: children are the first ones in a theatre show to notice the dome ops way above them.. they point and point till fnially the adults look to see what they are pointing at J: i always try and remember to look up when ever i’m in a new place now.. V: *laughs* That’s cute. It must also be satisfying knowing that somebody appreciates what you do, too. Without, that is, just looking at the program and going « oh, yeah. The techs. Good work. » J: well i dunno.. i also like the idea that well we are doing a good job if they don’t know we are there at all, as its all part of the magic.. J: your not meant to think about us or know we are there.. as thats all part of the point.. J: but every time a kid notices, i always smile.. its just nice V: I suppose that’s true. It’s one of those ‘only a good job -if- nobody notices’ sort of things, yeah? J: yeah thats the one