Uzume: best wishes on your marriage thing. 🙂 I’m sending warm warm wishes telepathically to you. Feel them?

Fuzzonwall: w00! sounds like you had fun on the date thing! rock on. If I get a minute to be online with a messenger I’ll talk to you about it. 🙂

Lish: Heh. Don’t expect any special messages here. I am seeing you more often these days than I see my reflection in the mirror!

So anyways, time for a personal update.

I’ve resigned myself to feeling a continual state of despondancy about the state of the company. There’s not much I can do at this point to bring it’s health status back to 100% from where I sit other than to continue to do my job. Somehow this thing keeps hobbling along.

Picture a threelegged dog on a dirt road getting continually pegged with bb guns and occasionally a much larger stronger dog will rip out it’s throat.

Somehow this dog has X-Factor like wolverine and it heals it’s throat. But it still is getting shot with bb’s and it only has three legs.

That is this company right now. I’d like to digress from mere metaphors into specifics, but my non-disclosure forms prevent me from doing so right now. Again, I promise, once I get this company back on track or the whole thing folds, I’ll tell you the whole story.

In my personal personal life, it’s actually filled with some drama. Lish and I went out on a date like a month ago or something. We met on Friendster (which is lots of fun, BTW). At any rate we went on a date. I thought it went well, Lish is a hottie, she’s a big ol’ geek like me, but after it all, she decided we’d be better as friends.

Whatever, it’s one date. I mean, don’t get me wrong — I liked her and I told her so once she said we should just be friends. But I’m a mature fellow, or at least I like to think so, and if she just wanted to be friends, I’m okay with that. I’d rather be just friends with someone who’s cool like that if I’m unable to be romantic with them. It’s better than saying fsck you, if I can’t have you in that way then fsck off all together.

So anyways, we hang out the next week, and she meets Matthew, a long long longtime friend of mine to whom I will always be loyal. I knew they were going to hit it off quite well (in fact, I sortof feared that and part of the reason why I engineered the first date away from the locale of Matthew and more towards her end of town).

They did hit it off… and Matthew and Lish two weeks or three weeks later (I forget and lose track of time these days) Lish and Matthew are officially an Item.

Now, as you can imagine, much hullaballoo was made about this. I was pretty interested in Lish early on and I probably went on and on about it like little schoolgirl, thereby giving off the impression that I was head over heels. Which I sortof was.

But I’m a pragmatic sortof fellow, and if things aren’t going to work out, I’m not going to cry over it for more than a few minutes. Matthew and I had several long involved talks about how to proceed and I gave him the go-ahead on if he wanted to date her to go ahead and do so.

But still the hullaballoo persists. None of the immediate circle of friends and employees here read this so this is probably falling on deaf ears, but I hereby recuse myself of any feelings of hurt or malice towards either Lish or Matthew.

To quote the immortal words of the one hit wonders, Nada Surf (High/Low (1996)/Popular):

“Tell him honestly, simply, kindly, but firmly

Don’t make a big production

Don’t make up an elaborate story

This will help you avoid a big tear jerking scene

If you wanna date other people say so

Be prepared for the boy to feel hurt and rejected

Even if you’ve gone together for only a short time,

And haven’t been too serious,

There’s still a feeling of rejection

When someone says she preferres the company of others

To your exclusive company,

But if you’re honest, and direct,

And avoid making a flowery emotional speech when you brake the news,

The boy will respect you for your frankness,

And honestly he’ll apeciate the kind of straight foward manner

In which you told him your decision

Unless he’s a real jerk or a cry baby you will remain friends.”

I am neither a real jerk or a cry baby. And that about sums it up.


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