3/28/09
So I was on a popular social networking site and participating in a quiz. It appears to be par for the course for quizzes to have awful, awful spelling errors. One of my friends remarked "I wonder how someone who can write the word 'capricious' can't spell 'invisible' or 'conceited', I suppose they must have copied that bit verbatim."
After awakening before six a.m. Mountain Daylight Time on Saturday I took a quiz only to receive the result of "Yuo are kind and patient. Born to help people. ." I completely accept the irony, whether it's in the true sense of the word or Alanis Morissette's definition, of scratching my head at such behavior when it's rare to find me writing more than one draft of heptapod.org. Let's completely ignore my egregious grammatical errors and typos lurking in the shadows of my paragraphs.

Still the pervasiveness of errors (c'mon 'pidgeon'?) just makes me shake my head. This shows personal growth since I used to rant and rave for about fifteen minutes to any available person about such tiny mistakes. Have I mentioned that I try to imagine the author of such works as being a fourteen year old who has several tabs open in his or her browser, one is full of comical cat images, others open to social networking sites and various 'edgy' imageboards which are 18+ only by policy but not in practice by the mods (who happen to be gigantic faggots).

Sadly the truth is these folks are in their mid-twenties and early thirties, have a college degree and make marginally more money than me. Where did I go wrong and where did they go right? Mediocrity is rewarded with the American dream while those who are at either end of the bell curve merely see the bright lights over the distant horizon. I find a measure of consolation for myself in avoiding crushing debt and the ability to make my own choices rather than having them dictated by banks. Still I would like to be certain that choosing to buy a home and settle down with my sweetiepie. Most times I argue that I'm asking too many questions rather than living my life.

This can't be tough to do, look at the people who are already living their lives

oneiromancy
What little I remember of last night's dream was the fact that Lee was doing running commentary during the dream. The dream was a blur which knocked me awake a bit before six in the morning. Haven't been able to go back to sleep much to my dismay.
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