Blog Entries from Currer Bell

  1. Yes, still here...monitoring from beyond...

    Since the changeover from the old Journal system, I'm not really sure who is reading this or where (or if) it shows up on the news feed. I don't know what to say about my life. I used to know what to say. I remember a decade ago when I used to report every little thought, every little stomach bug, everything little thing said to me. Now, it's this amorphous mass of where I go to work, do my job, stay fairly insulated in my little office all day, and then go home to TV. I actually...
  2. My new hobby

    As is my usual M.O., I've taken up a "new" hobby of birding/hiking/nature photography over the past few months. Since I do everything backwards, I ended up doing this when I became a recipient of a better camera. Before, I owned a Canon point and shoot, which is good, but not suitable for photographing birds and so forth. Over Christmas break, I was at home when I dropped my camera and broke the lens. My dad gave me his old camera, which was better quality than my old. After I...
  3. This is to test my resolve, isn't it?

    Wow, TX dates in both Austin AND San Antonio? Be still my heart! Of course, I live in the very tippy tip of Texas, so I still need to make the drive and probably take the day off from work the next day. I feel like I should share a milestone that I've reached with my fellow Mozzites. I have arthritis in my spine. And why, dear god, would I announce such a thing? Because I've haunted the Moz internet world since I was 19. Now, I have been here long enough that I've developed an...
  4. I might as well out myself here....

    Sometimes, you don't realize that you are harboring a secret until somebody tells you that you have a secret. Years ago, I had a conversation with my cousin that I didn't realize was of any importance. I was about 11 or 12 or so. It was after my family moved to Texarkana. I was on the phone with my cousin when I remarked that a word made me think of something food-like. Sensing quiet on the other end, I asked something like, "Don't words make you think of anything else?" Pause....
  5. I feel lonely

    I can't decide if that's a good thing. This is the first time I've felt genuine depression in a while. I'm telling myself that its a good thing because I'm in touch with my emotions instead of being the little robot that I've been. I've cried some yesterday, and I cried some today at work. Not huge tears. Just enough to wet the eyes, and at more of a steady stream like a drippy faucet than busted dam. I want to fit in, but I feel like I've become sort of crusted over with...
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