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viedmaI haven't missed much since taking down the old website-- it was expensive and I never used it, and Vali was right when she said it was like moving from a house that was too big for you to a cozy lil apartment in walking distance of the busline-- but it did store all the icons for my MST3K moodtheme, so for the last couple of days I've been busy reuploading those pictures. And I snagged a Hot Fuzz moodtheme while I was at it.
As I'm uploading the pictures, I realize I don't have that many moods in my real life. Although I am often quixotic, I don't often describe myself as such, for example. Most of my moods seem to boil down to
happy
calm
cheerful
busy
sleepy
hungry
full
recumbent
as I'm an indolent little fucker who loves the creature comforts of life. I don't think I've ever been crushed, sympathetic, envious, or predatory, and it will be a cold day in hell before I describe myself as horny in a public journal.
Am I saying that now's the time to open up and use more words to describe myself? Is hungry even a mood? Only time will tell.
Last night I had another self-esteem nosedive, forcing Vali to say, why don't you tell your hateful inner voice what Bernard Black said to the skinheads? "Millwall, Millwall, Millwall, you're all really dreadful, and all your girlfriends are unfulfilled and alienated, tralalalalalala..." I swear it's working beyond my or her wildest dreams. I feel better than I have in ages because the hateful inner voice has no way of countering it, not yet anyway. It's the silly dance at the end that puts them off.
Anyway, off to a meeting. Save a leg for me!
As I'm uploading the pictures, I realize I don't have that many moods in my real life. Although I am often quixotic, I don't often describe myself as such, for example. Most of my moods seem to boil down to
happy
calm
cheerful
busy
sleepy
hungry
full
recumbent
as I'm an indolent little fucker who loves the creature comforts of life. I don't think I've ever been crushed, sympathetic, envious, or predatory, and it will be a cold day in hell before I describe myself as horny in a public journal.
Am I saying that now's the time to open up and use more words to describe myself? Is hungry even a mood? Only time will tell.
Last night I had another self-esteem nosedive, forcing Vali to say, why don't you tell your hateful inner voice what Bernard Black said to the skinheads? "Millwall, Millwall, Millwall, you're all really dreadful, and all your girlfriends are unfulfilled and alienated, tralalalalalala..." I swear it's working beyond my or her wildest dreams. I feel better than I have in ages because the hateful inner voice has no way of countering it, not yet anyway. It's the silly dance at the end that puts them off.
Anyway, off to a meeting. Save a leg for me!
