Blogging Vs. Facebook

Facebook has become a seriously disruptive part of my life and I really can't explain why. Hi5 was never really this crazy and even Myspace, with all it's indie music and band sites really didn't turn my crank like this. I end up browsing around and looking at the same pictures over and over again somehow expecting them to change, but the thing is, sometimes they do.

New comments are added and profiles are updated and things seem to change pretty quickly - holding my interest not unlike a big screen TV with Swedish porn playing at a bachelor party. You just can't look away. Not for long anyway.

Well look away I did and for quite a bit of time now. I promised to be back on the blog and so I am. Let them come to me. They have my link on my facebook profile, so they should come to me, see how much fun it is to blog and join up, create their own blog and leave the facebook behind, making it succesively less appealing to me as more and more people drop out off 'The Book'.

Yeah I don't think that's going to happen.

I gotta go see if anyone poked me back yet today. But I will be back. I'll always be back. Because I love you more than I love them. That's right, I may stray but dosent it mean something that I keep coming back to my first and only love. You're damn right it does. I love sitting here in the dark, auxillary light from my web cam aimed at my keyboard, typing pointless drivel which probably won't be read. Why I don't know. But I do. And thats what matter's. Be back soon.

runner's lament

Runner's Lament

I see people running by
but still I stand,
With a tear in my eye,
and dish towel in hand,
looking out the kitchen window,
Oh, how I long for my running shorts.

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I left all of my running gear at home, thinking foolishly that I would not be able to run at all this winter. I got to camp and sure enough a couple of guys and one or two girls were running on a regular basis. They had a 5K mapped out along the bush roads and hit it nearly everyday after work.

Well if I felt a little left out then, talking to these people about running but not actually joining them, imagine how I feel now. Every half hour people are running by the house here. It's on a corner in a busy section just outside of town, but it's also on the way to the biking/hiking/walking/running trail which leads all over the place up here.

This time though, it's 15 degrees outside and had I known I'd still be here I would have brought my gear and whould be running. No, I'm too damn cheap to buy more running gear when I know I have gear at home. I'm also too damn cheap to have Maria send it to me.

The only thing that makes up for not running is the mini home gym they have set up in their basement. Mind you there's no treadmill or eliptical or heavy bag, but more than enough weight and dumbells to keep me occupied for now.

Until the day I finally snap and buy some running pants or shorts and shoes. But that might also be the day I finally snap and run amuck with a meat cleaver. Sometimes snapping is not a good thing.