diatribe of <strike>cyber</strike> 'a dater'
Every time I do it again and again. I have been doing it for years now and it seems to be a dream, an illusion almost, to say it will not repeat.
But after years, together with a growing amount of white hairs it can become a burden, a self-inflicted one.
It has become a pattern, almost a tradition and I really need to work at it as of yesteryear.
It’s about building things up and then NOT disappearing, throwing contacts, relationships over board time after time.
And that title is no joke.
Like every math nerd, I am a statistics nerd . Graph and pie charts are fun and sometimes even tend to tell things about my life. After carefull analysis and comparison of past and present graphics, it has become obvious that I’m definitely growing up.
I’m behaving even!
Waiting to start the next job in the coming weeks, the Holidays have been a rather boring period and due to reasons not totally determined, I have started to use a TV for something else than just watching movies or playing games.
Apparently a TV can also serve to watch numerous repetitions of old series and episodes and in the same spirit, I discovered the CBS serie Cold Case. Nothing special and on a scale from 1 to 10 Cold Case probably doesn’t deserve more than 5 or 5.5 if I’m being really nice.
To those 2 feed readers:
I am going to import all AIFN content here and then, yes afterwards, wade out all the boring none “My Waisted Life” stuff. I need a site for the classical rants & raves. Get over it.
Oh, and screw that dating thing. Your humblest bitch is back.
Something weird’s happening. Some months ago, job bound, I ended up in a new town.
I already built my reputation. And then, then I shocked my colleagues, friends.
Once feared because of its aggressive tone, once a geek borefest and later on even the diatribe of an e-dater. Revived now and with the potential to go aggressive again, once the feedreader has been filled again.
But most of all, just a place to rant and rave, away of the known 'official' sites.
I'm a sucker for blond. Especially fake blond women. Or wait, what about a spicy, trim-lined brunette like Posh? To be honest, I prefer racy redheads, but one knows that they only bring grey hairs... and many medals for the significant other.
Oh well, I'll settle for Dita von Teese!