amazngj's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- late night musings I know that everyone is actually waiting to read the next entry, and hoping that this one is it, but this is not that entry. Due to technical difficulties and circumstances beyond my control, this is not the expected diary entry. That entry will be forthcoming, hopefully as soon as next Sunday. But, I do have a few stream of consciences thoughts to share to keep you at least midly entertained. First, I have to laugh at how I refer to this diary entry as something that large masses of people read on a regular basis. As far as I know, I have only one reader (Hi Hollie!) and I have only given this site address to one other person at my old store, and although they were going to spread the address to keep updated on my life, the fact that noone has signed my guestbook from there tells me that they probably lost it. Hollie only found out about my site because I listed her site as a favorite here at diaryland, and I'm sure that the powers that be passed that along to her. To my knowledge, she has not even told my wife about the site, and neither have I so I can't even count Liz as a reader. Second, I found out about diaryland through Hollie's journal here, and to be quite honest, I honestly thought from several glances at the address over a period of a few weeks, that the address was "Dairyland." That's still how I think of it when I say the address in my head ("amazngj.dairyland.com). I was actually surprised when I noticed the difference. I kinda just thought that the site was sponsered in Wisconsin or some other cow state like that (although I was convinced it was Wisconsin). Now, given the context of the site, diary makes more sense than dairy, but I guess it would be an interesting play on words but then again, I didn't actually make that connection, so the joke was lost on me, but then again, there really wasn't a joke, just my own dyslexia. Third, I gave blood last month, and I got to thinking as they let me lay there draining myself... They had just asked me all of these questions about whether I have SARS, AIDS or a heroin addiction, and i got to thinking about how people with fatal diseases aren't allowed to give blood. But, people with fatal diseases often need blood. They might feel guilty about receiving but never giving. So, why couldn't they set up a bad blood bank, where people who can't give blood to healthy people can donate blood to other people with their disease. Maybe people on death row would like a slow death and they can opt for a long term lethal injection of SARS or AIDS or something to really make them pay for their crime. They'd be making blood donor rejects feel like they were giving something back to society. Granted, its disease that their giving back, but you know, its the thought that counts. Lastly, I want to talk about where our society has gone lately. Do you know that the term, "autoerotic asphyxiation" gives you 2,130 hits on google. Scared? just wait, if you type that term in and select, "I'm feeling lucky" you are directed to a site that promises information and support to victims of autoerotic asphyxiation. Now I want to let everyone know that I heard that phrase about three years ago and it was the subject of a joke, and that's what prompted me to search for it, I'm not a victim, if anyone is suspecting that. But trust me, pick the most convuluted, twisted group of words and I guarentee that there are a thousand sites with those words. It's enough to make you want to quit the internet. I guess their going to have to update that count to 2131 now that I've listed that phrase in this site too. I'll conclude with that frightening thought. My diary now shows up on a google search for "autoerotic asphyxiation." What my parents would say. 02:36 - 27 July 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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